Pheromones
by : Dru
Chapter. 10
Disclaimer in chapter 1
Words : 1001
A/N : So, this is a flashback to where Danny has just been killed and before she meets Dixon on her way to the school library and all. Before all that mess, when she still thinks SD-6 is the CIA.
I hope you like, enjoy and please, please, PLEASE (lmao) leave a reply. Dru
2001 :
She still could not believe that Danny was gone. God, she still wore the engagement ring. She couldn't bare to take it off. Sloane kept paging her, but she couldn't imagine going back yet.
She was turning around to get back to her car when she felt this sting in her arm. She looked down and saw a dart. Shit, she was getting really sleepy. She couldn't fight it.
When she opened her eyes, she looked straight into ice blue eyes. She sat up in the king sized luxurious bed and smiled a puzzleed smile at the young blonde man sitting to one side of it.
"Hey, what's your name?" She asked him, as he smiled at her and she was wondering where the hell she was. He didn't look like he meant her any harm, so he saw no reason to attack him.
"Julian. What's yours?" He asked her, and she thought she heard a hint of some kinda accent there. He wasn't american, that she was sure of. Definatly european or at least close to europe.
"Sydney Anne. Can you tell what I'm doing here?" She asked him, as he stood up from the bed and walked to the door. Hmm, would he actually give her an answer?
"She will explain all that. I was just sent up here to wake you up and to tell you to get dressed. Well, in something lighter than what you are wearing now. It's quite hot outside today." He told her, as he opened the door and then walked out.
He had been dressed in jeans and a dress shirt over a T-shirt. He looked 20 - 21. His eyes had been amazing. So closed but so open, whatever that means.
But she decided that maybe it couldn't hurt to get up and get dressed. She really wanted to get into some fresh cloathes. She found a red sundress hanging on an open closet-door.
She knew she might be in some kind of trouble, but this was way nicer surroundings than any of her other captives had offered her before. Who knows, maybe they only wanted her to work for them or something. Had happened before, she had always said no, but then Danny had still been alive and all was right in her world.
She met Julian again downstairs, and he lead her to the back of the house and out to a patio in the backyard where she saw a brown haired woman sitting there, drinking something.
He walked her there and drew a chair out for her, such a gentleman. Then he went and stood behind the older woman that Syd had no idea who was.
"Hello, Sydney. I was so sorry to hear about your fiancé. So sad." Said the woman, but Syd got this creepy vibe of her. Like she wasn't sorry at all.She wasn't sure she liked her at all.
"Who are you and what the hell do you think you know about Danny or me?" Syd asked her, as the woman offered her some tea. So, that's what she was drinking. Ice-tea
"I'll tell you one day. But let me ask you something now. Do you want revenge for Daniel's death?" She asked, and Sydney was shocked. Well, hadn't she been thinking something like that just a few minutes earlier?
Should she say yes? They deserved it, but they were the god damn CIA. She didn't want revenge on SD-6, she just wanted to kill damn Arvin Sloane.
"Sark, why are you dressed like that? Aren't you going somewhere soon?" The woman askedthe young man Sydney thought was named Julian.
"Excues me, miss..." Sydney asked her, trying to get a name.
"Irina Derveko." Irina told her, and smiled.
"Oh, Ms. Derevko. I thought his name was Julian. Is Sark like a last name or something?" Syd asked, and Sark/Julian looked at the ground. Ops, did she say something wrong?
"He told you his real name? Intresting. No, it's not a last name. It's his 'new' name." Irina told her, before standing up and walking away without so much as a goodbye or a wave.
"So, what was it this time?" Sydney asked Sark, who she still called Julian or blondie, after a successful mission of his, but he had still got a bit injured in the escape.
"Nothing I couldn't handle. I got back, didn't I? And with the item she wanted." He told her, smirking as he did so often these days. What happened to the smiling young man that she had woken up to see on her bed the first time she was brought here?
He had been shot in the side, just a scratch really, but Irina insisted on Syd cleaning it up for some reason. She was very weird, Irina. At least that's what Syd thought. Way weird. Like she was always planning something for her and Julian. She didn't like it, but what could she do. She sensed that Irina was not a woman to betray.
"Yeah, yeah. There all done, blondie." She tells him, as his girlfriend walked into the room and raised one eyebrow at what was infront of her. She had this look that said 'what the fuck?' Sydney and Sark were sitting on his bed, him without a shirt and Syd with her hands on him.
"Off course, the prodigy and the daughter. God, how stupid am I?" She tells them, before walking out of the room again. That made Syd start thinkin; 'wait, did she say daughter? Who's daughter?' But was ripped from her thoughts by Sark moving away from her.
He looked at her for a split second, eyes meeting, before he stood up and ran after Allison. Grabbing a shirt on the way and putting it on. Syd just cleaned up all the stuff she used to fix him up and then retreated to her room to finish what she had been reading before she had been interrupted.
To Be Continued...
A/N : I don't know about this chapter. I typed it up and re-wrote it a bit as I typed it up. I should be gone to sleep since I have work tomorrow, but I just had to update this fic. lol. And I just wanted to write this part, you know back then, before she became the double agent. Like they're first encounter.
Dru, 25.07.2005