Sydney sat on the chair uncomfortably as Jack left. Sark felt his heart sink, seeing how uncomfortable she was being left alone in a room with him. But then, he shouldn't be surprised, Sydney Bristow hated him and even though their relationship's changed a lot in the past few years, she didn't know that.
"So, ah…I…ah…I should redye my hair, shouldn't I?" Sydney said, not meeting Sark's eyes.
Sark nodded. "Yes, Julia's famous for her blonde hair…it suits her."
Sydney nodded. "Well…I'm going to go have a shower, and then…go get some hair dye."
Sark nodded. "Okay, there are towels in the bathroom."
Sydney stood up and nodded. "Yeah, thank you." She walked over to the bathroom, and shut the door behind her.
Sark closed his eyes, willing the pain to stop. He hadn't ever thought it would hurt this much, not having Sydney's love. But then, he loved her, a lot.
FLASHBACK
Sark sat on the bed of the motel room, and felt his heart lea as he heard the doorknob rattle. The door opened, and there was Sydney, entering the room and closing the door behind her.
Sark got up and went over to embrace her, a grin on his face as they hugged.
"Your meeting ran late then?"
Sydney nodded and sighed. "Yes, my meetings are always late."
Sydney sighed and sat on the bed, and Sark sat next to her.
"God I hate this." Sydney cursed, irritated. "I get to hear about the lives of all my friends, but I don't get to see them."
"Yeah, that would hurt." Sark said, putting an arm around her shoulders.
"I mean, Dixon's been director for almost a year now. And Vaughn's…engaged."
Sydney's voice quivered as she said this.
"Of course." Sark said standing up. "Vaughn's getting engaged. That would hurt."
"I didn't mean it that way.' Sydney snapped. "You know I don't love him anymore. It's just…Vaughn was a friend of mine, and now I can't even go to his wedding…meet his future wife."
Sark came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. 'I know, love. I know you must miss the, but at least you have me."
Sydney smiled and turned her head around and kissed Sark gently. "You're right. I really miss them."
He swatted at her playfully. "You mean I'm not worth it."
"Of course not." Sydney joked, but then pulled him into a passionate kiss. Sark kissed her back hard, walking her backwards until she was up against the wall. He caressed her arms, before grabbing her wrists and holding them up against the wall. Then his face still close to hers he whispered. "I love you."
Sydney replied to this with yet another kiss, more gentle then the first. "I love you too." She grinned and Sark spun them both around from the wall, and they both fell down onto the bed, both in mad fits of passionate kissing.
END FLASHBACK
Sark opened his eyes as he heard the bathroom door open. He turned to see Sydney standing in the doorway, a towel wrapped around her body, her cheeks in a faint blush. He looked at her for a minute, then quickly turned around.
"Uh, your clothes are in the black bag over there." He told her, not turning around.
"Thank you." She said, and he heard the bag being opened, as Sydney got dressed.
"So you're going to go out shopping to get hair dye?" Sark asked as she got dressed.
"Yeah." Sydney replied. 'You can turn around now."
Sark turned around to see her wearing a pair of jeans and a white top, towel drying her hair. She smiled at him.
"Do you want to come with me?" Sydney asked, giving him a questioning smile.
"Uh…yeah, okay." Sark said, a bit shocked that Sydney wanted him to come. "Why?"
"Well, we're going to be working together, so I suppose we should spend some time together." She replied, and went over to the door, opening it. "Besides," she added before leaving the room. "You have the car keys."
Sark laughed as he followed her out the room, locking it behind them.
FLASHBACK
"They're still behind us." Sark told Sydney, who was madly driving the car, as they were being shot at by a following car.
"Yeah, I kinda noticed that." Sydney snapped back sarcastically.
"Look, you can't keep hating me, if we're going to work together." Sark snapped angrily. "You're going to have to learn to trust me."
"I don't trust you Sark." Sydney snapped. "And I doubt I will. I just have to work with you."
"My life is in your freaking hands." Sark yelled. "And yours in mine."
"This is not the time for this conversation." Sydney yelled as she swerved quickly to try and lose the car behind them.
"The lakes coming up." Sark said suddenly.
"What's your point?" Sydney yelled, swerving again.
"We'll lose them there." Sark yelled. "Undo your seatbelt."
"Are you insane?" Sydney yelled. "The lake's too shallow."
"Trust me." Sark yelled, unlocking his own seatbelt, then hers before spinning the wheel towards the lake they would be passing.
"What the hell are you doing?" Sydney yelled in panic, and he opened her door, and pushed her out of it, jumping behind her. The car continued straight to the lake, followed by the shooting car.
Both Sydney and Sark landed in the bushes, both rolling and came up covered in scratches.
"You could have gotten us killed." Sydney yelled in rage.
"It was a risk, yes." Sark agreed. 'But I just saved your life."
Sydney nodded disgruntled. "I suppose we can start to trust each other." She admitted softly.
"Good." Sark nodded. "Now let's run."
END FLASHBACK