Chapter Six
Sydney felt odd and uncomfortable walking around with Sark in the streets. She knew they worked together and everything, but the times she didn't trust him were still fresh in her mind, and the times she did trust him had escaped her memory.
"Are you okay?" Sark asked, noticing her discomfort.
"Oh, I'm fine." Sydney lied, than hurried over to a stand of hair dyes. "What shade of blonde am I usually?"
"Pretty pale." Sark replied absently. "And don't lie to me. I know you better than that."
Sydney shivered at that, but tried to suppress it. She trusted him; or at least she did. "Pale blonde. Okay," She picked up a hair dye box. "Got it."
Sark only nodded, and they both walked towards the cash register.
"Here," Sark pulled out his wallet and handed Sydney a couple of notes.
"Thanks." Sydney replied, remembering that she didn't have any money on her.
"Would you like to get some lunch before going back to the motel?" Sark asked, as they left the store.
Sydney looked at him, unsure of what he meant by that. Then she realized that, because they worked together, they'd probably gone to get lunch together heaps, and there wasn't much food back at the motel anyway.
"Sure." She replied, forcing a smile onto her face. "Let's get some lunch."
"Julia, if you need any help, or anything, you know you can come to me, right?" Sark said, as they were sitting in a nice café waiting for their food to arrive.
Sydney looked at him, startled. "Uh…yeah, I guess."
At that moment Sark grabbed her arm, from across the table and leant forward. 'Look, I know you find it hard to believe that we are working together; but I've watched your back for two years now, and you mine. I don't want to lose that." He then let go of her arm, and leant back on his chair.
Sydney looked at him; slightly alarmed. He was telling the truth, she knew it. She could hear the desperation and pain in his voice. For the first time since she'd found out she woken up in Hong Kong, did Sydney realize how hard this must be on him. He'd just lost his partner, and someone he was friends with. That would be painful. She'd have to try harder now, harder to remember. Harder to trust him again.
"Yes, I know." She said to him, her voice reaching the same tone of seriousness.
"Good." Sark said. "How do you think you'll go, returning to the covenant."
Sydney shrugged. "I honestly don't know."
Sark smiled. "Don't worry, you'll be fine."
Sydney smiled, wishing she had his confidence in her.
At that moment, the waitress came with their food, interrupting the silence.
"Oh, thank you." Sark said with a smile, accepting his food.
"Yeah, thank you." Sydney said.
"Sark, how do you manage it?" Sydney asked, she was extremely tipsy. "Because you've started working for the CIA betraying to covenant, when really, you want to be working with the covenant, betraying the CIA."
Sark laughed, he had drunk quite a bit of alcohol too, but was not quite as drunk as Sydney. "You know what I think?" He told her, "I think you're drinking now, because you're sad about not being able to see all your CIA friends and that makes you sad."
Sydney sat up straight, and looked at him. "You know, your right. I am sad." She paused, sobbing a little. "But at least I'm not betraying them for the CIA."
Sark laughed again. "I thought it would be torture, but…it's not."
Sydney nodded understanding. "Yeah, my life isn't that bad."
Sark laughed, and Sydney stood up. "I think I'm going to go to the gym."
Sark stood up too, and caught her as she fell over. "No, I think you should go to bed. You're completely drunk."
Sydney laughed. "No, I'm…yes, I am. Bed is good. Are you coming?"
Sark just laughed, and helped her up to her bedroom, where he helped her into bed and pulled the covers over her.
"Where are you going to sleep?" She asked, sounding less drunk then she had before.
Sark shrugged. "I guess I'll sleep on the couch, if that's okay with you."
Sydney nodded. "Yeah…I trust you now."
Sark nodded. "I trust you too."
"Do you need any help?" Sark asked from outside the bathroom door.
Sydney laughed as she continued to put dye in her hair. "No, I'm alright."
"Okay, if you're sure."
Sydney nodded. "I am." And continued to put the dye in her hair. She didn't want to admit it to Sark, but she was incredibly nervous about going back to the covenant, and felt tomorrow was too soon. But she also knew she had no choice about it, and was just glad to have someone there to help her through it.
Sark was waiting in the motel room, while Sydney was dying her hair. He didn't know why, but his stomach was churning about tomorrow. He knew it was because he was taking her back to the covenant, and he was afraid she might do something, accidentally, to make them realize she's no longer Julia. Then they'd kill her, and he wouldn't be able to stand that. He'd rather have her here, not knowing how much they loved each other, than not have her at all.
"Hey," Sydney said, as she opened the bathroom door and stepped out, revealing her now bouncy blonde hair.
Sark stared at her, and had to use every fibre in his body not to go over there and kiss her.
"How do I look?" Sydney asked, twirling around a little to show off her hair.
"You look…" Sark began, unable to come up with words to describe her.
"Like Julia?" Sydney suggested, grinning a little.
"Exactly like Julia." Sark agreed, nodding.
Sydney smiled, and he felt a wave of pain and longing come over him. He still loved her, and he wanted, like crazy, for her to love him too.
I've updated again. smile I'm so proud of myself.
Alyssa: Yes, I love them as a couple too. And Vaughn and Lauren will probably be in the next chapter, so you'll find out then.
VaughnSydney Wow, thank you for your review. I'm glad my ideas seem clever, and that the whole story line is plausible.
Gettingawaywithmurder: Yes, Jack and Sark are friends, isn't that different. And Syd's forgotten she loves him, I'm really cruel to Sark, aren't I?
PsychoLioness13 Yes, I've been planning to add the flashbacks for a while, and there will definitely be more of them over the next few chapters.