As always, my apologizes for the delayed update. School's fault! I know. I know. It's going slow. I'm trying to speed up the process. I finally had time. Well made time to put down my thoughts. If only they gave a B.S. in Sarkney at least I would do my work.

Ch.8 Ruby Slippers

Grains of sand scraped his face as he turned his head to where the source of the sound was coming from. He slowly opened his eyes to see Sydney sitting with her shoe high in the air. The next thing he watched was quite humorous. She was smacking the shoe on the ground in an angry fashion. He had never seen her look so child-like. For the most part, she acted like robo-spy.

Sand was flying all over the place. She was so frustrated that she began hitting the shoe harder causing more and more sand to go into the air. There were huge dents in the sand surrounding her where she had already hit her shoe. Her thoughts were broken when she heard a familiar cocky laugh.

She held the shoe in midair and turned to look at Sark lying on his side with his hand propped up under his head. She blew at a piece of her hair that had blown in front of her face. Then, looked at him with pure venom.

"You think this is funny!" waving her shoe towards the burning plane in the distance.

He was in so much pain but he was having too much fun to worry about it. His entire body was sore, even parts he didn't imagine would be. He slowly sat up with his arms around his legs with a huge smirk plastered on his face. He winced once trying to sit up but the smirk was done pain free.

"Actually." He paused knowing that it would annoy her. "Yes."

"That cocky son-of-a-bitch," she thought. Out of nowhere, she takes her shoe and throws it at him.

He was surprised by her action and narrowly misses being hit in the head by the pointy weapon.

He catches it with the heel pointing towards his head.

"Easy there Elvira. You could have killed me with this." He remarks, looking up at her with the shoe hanging on his finger by the heel.

"I can't believe this is happening to me. No wait. It's me. Of course this is happening," she thinks.

"Give it back to me," holding her hand out to him.

"Tsk-tsk. Why should I? You might actually finish the job. I would hate to be killed by a pair of Jimmy Choos," teasing her by twirling the shoe around his finger.

"The tracking device isn't working," she replied in a blunt tone. Then, she exhaled deeply trying to calm.

"O.K.," he stopped twirling the shoe and gave her a "so what look."

"The chip is fried. It's not working," her moment of calm gone, she was now pointing to the shoe menacingly.

Curiously, he looks at the sharp heel of the shoe. He always had a thing for women and stilettos. There was something about the way it made their legs look especially when they wore short skirts and their hips sway as they walk on these stilt-like contraptions. He had no idea how Sydney could have fought or even walked in these things. It was something that truly amazed him among many things.

"What I am trying to say is," talking to him like he was the dumbass she knew he was.

After throwing her other shoe at him she continues, "We are stranded on this island."

He tilts his head to the right dodging her other shoe then raises one brow, "I'm sure your beloved CIA will come looking for you."

He pauses looking at her shoe, "Then of course it might take two years so we shouldn't get our hopes up." He looks up at her giving her a huge grin.

She didn't want to admit it but he was right. After all, it was a Covenant plane and they flew under the radar. There was also the fact that she did not exactly know where she was going, if they were going anywhere in the first place. Then again there was her dad but it took him a while to find her too. That would mean that she would have to be with Sark for more than a day if not more. She didn't like her predicament at all.

"Weiss was right," she thought. "Oh no. Poor Weiss. My dad is going to kill him."

"Worried are we?" Sark replied with a mocking tone.

"You know of all the things I would bring to a deserted island with me..." She pauses staring at him, her eyes narrowing, "You were not one of them."

He stops twirling the shoe and points it at her, "Well, you aren't exactly the swimsuit model I asked for."

"Bastard. Who the hell does he think he is? What does he mean I'm not a swimsuit model? At least mine are real," she thinks.

Her thoughts are broken when he says, "At least you could show me a bit of gratitude."

She gives him a mock-surprise look, "Gratitude? For what? Getting me stuck on an island with a no good, expensive-suit wearing, wannabe James Bond, crazy ass…assin."

He drops the shoe, "Well, that's the last time I do an act of chivalry."

He looks straight at her, "And to think that I nearly drowned saving you."

She looks at him confused, "You. Save. Me?"

"Yes. What did you think? You floated her. Trust me. You are not light enough to float," he bites his lip knowing that he went a bit overboard with the last comment.

Thinking back, she can only remember being in the water and waking up on the beach. She could still feel the soreness in her arms. Immediately, flashbacks of the events start flying through her head. She remembers the fight on the plane, killing Taylor, parachuting down together, and then swimming towards the shore.

She remembers waking up gasping for air but the rest is blurry. They are just vague images and sounds. Slowly she raises her hands to her lips.

"He saved me?" her eyebrow rising in confusion.

"No. He couldn't have." Looking up at him. "Why would he?"

Flashback

Her eyes opened in shock as water escaped her lips. She can feel his arms cradle her as she started coughing, her lungs burning from the lack of oxygen.

She looks up at him. She notices that his fierce blue eyes are weak and tired. She is surprised that he looks so caring and concerned.

She stops coughing and he slowly places her head to the ground. She notices that he is breathing heavily and his body is trembling. Within minutes, her eyes begin closing from the pain and exhaustion. She begins blinking when she notices that he drops to the ground. She wants to help him but she falls back into unconsciousness.