Furtive Fragments

Chapter. 5

by : Dru

Disclaimer in chapter. 2

Once again nothing much to say. This one is wayyyyy long though. It's 2536 words.

"Ugh, where the hell am I?" Elle or Sandra if Sark was telling the truth, sat up on a much more comfortable couch and pushed a quilt to the ground. She looked at the Tv and it was playing Buffy. Weird, she doesn't remember watching Buffy. She had the mother of all headaches. She tried not to move her head as she stood up. She was still wearing her PJ's. Hmmm.

If only she could remember what happened after she broke the glass. She walked to a window and opened the curtains. It was all green and lush. Magnificent view. WOAH!

"I see you like the view." A voice said to her, from behind her.

"Yeah, It's amazing. Where the hell are we and how the hell did I get here?" She asked him, as she walked towards him.

"Wouldn't you like to know. But would you care for some breakfast?" He told her, with a hint of amusement in his voice. Well, if he really was her brother he had the 'annoying sibling' thing down right.

"Sure. Why the hell not. I'm too headachy right now to try and escape." She told him, as she walked past him and into the hallway.

1989 :

Lisa Felicano was walking to her car after work (she worked at a bank) and was looking for her keys in her cluttered bag as she walked. She's just found them when she heard her first name spoken out loud behind her.

"Lisa!" A brunette called after her. She turned around and saw her new friend, Veronica.

"Hi. What are you doing here? I thought you said you were busy tonight." Lisa told her. Veronica had just started working at the bank like a week ago, but they hit it of right away. She was a fun and warm person.

"Yeah, I am busy. This will sound stupid and all, but I need you to take care of my daughter for me." She told Lisa, as the blonde noticed the girl her friend was holding in her arms. Fast asleep.

"If you don't want the child, why don't you put it up for adoption?" She asked the well-dressed woman in front of her. Didn't look like she had any money problems. So, there must be some reason for it.

"No, that would make it too easy for him to find her." Veronica told her, slightly panicked now.

"Who? What are you talking about?" Lisa was starting to get a bad feeling about this.

"Her father. That son of a b. I would have taken my son away too but believe it or not he wanted to stay behind. Not because he likes it there, but because he's always been such a smart little guy. I should have taken him with me no matter what he said, though." She told Lisa, blue eyes filled with tears.

"Why didn't you then?" Lisa asked her, as Veronica hugged her daughter tighter to herself.

"He made me see some things. Like if he was left behind then he could get his dad's mind of us. Keep him from looking maybe. He's only 7, but he's got an old soul." Veronica told Lisa, as she was trying to re-arrange her daughter in her arms. Lisa offered to help her, so Veronica hands her the dark-blonde 4 year old.

"It's her birthday tomorrow. She'll be 5. Can you give this to her when you feel it's the right time. Her brother helped me pick it out. He couldn't see the sun because of her. Take good care of her." Veronica told her, handing her a black velvet case that was obviously used under jewelry, before kissing her child's forehead and then walking away. "Protect her...PLEASE!" She told Lisa, before walking further away from her.

"Hey! I only wanted to help you not to drop the kid, not to raise it. I didn't even know she had a kid. What should I call you?" Lisa shouted after Veronica, but muttered the last two sentences, looking down at the sleeping kid now in her care.

2006 :

Elle was in "her" room. Things had gone badly earlier. She wasn't usually this harsh to anyone, it just slipped out. She really had to work on that. Just well, she had been so annoyed at him. She only really has his word on them being related.

Hour and a half ago :

"So, let's say you really are my brother. How come I haven't heard from or seen you in 17 years? What, you didn't see it fit to tell me I had a brother until you need to save your ass?" She asked her supposed brother, Mr. Sark.

"I am your brother, unless you stole that bracelet from someone. And I thought you were safer where ever you were than with me and out father. That man was a monster." Sark told her, getting a bit annoyed.

"Like you are? Come on, Mexican church and other things? Who would do that and be a f angel?" Elle asked him, as she ripped her hand out of his grasp. He had grabbed her when she mentioned the church.

"No, I am not like him. And I had no choice in the church matter. Do you think you can just tell Arvin Sloane or Irina Derevko 'NO'? No, they would kill you or have you killed in the blink of a second. And your too young to remember 'dad'. So, don't pretend like you know what my childhood was like. You got it easy. I never ran away because if I had he would have come looking for us both. He didn't care that he lost a daughter, but if he lost his son, he would have hunted us both down." He told her, eyes arctic before he left her standing there in the hallway in her PJ's.

Present :

She had found some clothes in a room on the same floor. He probably didn't know it, but she had taken a tour of the second floor after he left her in the hallway. She found some red jogging pants and a black halter top.

They weren't exactly her size, but they fit well enough. She was at the top of the stairs, ready to go down and look for some food, when the doorbell rang.

She heard footsteps coming from downstairs and soon she saw the man who was supposed to be her brother. She sat down on the top step, and tried her hardest to hear what they were saying.

"Sydney." Sark said, in a this really icy voice with fire underneath. What the hell? What was her handler doing here? To save her maybe? But how would she know where she was?

"Julian, we have to talk." She told him, in this very business-like voice.

"About what could we possibly have to talk about?" He asked her, her still in the doorway and him holding the door half-closed. Can you say 'tension so thick you could cut it with a knife' in the air?

"Well...I'm pregnant, Julian." She told him, even though it wasn't 100 positive yet. She stood there in a yellow-ish dress and flip-flops. She looked all healthy and like what those women looked like.

"That's great. I'm sure Agent Vaughn is just thrilled at the idea of a junior yawn." He told her, looking her straight in the eyes and didn't waver once as her eyes filled up with tears.

"You know what? I thought I could come here and speak to you in a civilized manner, not that we ever did that much in the past, but obviously you are impossible to talk to without fighting. So, just to get it over out so I can leave; It might be yours, 'SARK'. The kid might be yours." She told him, looking at him and then grabbing the door and slamming it on her way out.

Elle had moved down a few steps while Syd and Sark fought. She saw him lean against wall, sit down on the floor and sigh. His eyes were closed, but he opens them and looked at Elle in the stairs when "Woah!" slipped past her lips. He looked straight into her eyes and wow, that was a lot of emotions that she didn't think he was even capable of.

"Sandra... How long have you been there?" He asked her, as he walked towards the stair. She stood up and walked down the stairs, towards him. He stopped at the bottom and seemed to be waiting for her.

"Umh...the whole thing. Were ... Were you two in a relationship?" She asked him, kinda unsure about thins now. Come on, her CIA (or whatever they called her section) handler and well, an enemy.

"Yes, but it's complicated. We had a relationship of sorts. She ended it because she said she couldn't keep on doing this to Vaughn. It's not like he's all innocent. For crying out loud, his last name isn't even Vaughn. It's something French. Something happened a while back that I still don't know what is and well, you heard the possible consequences." He told her, as he walked back into the living room where he had been watching Tv before the doorbell rang.

"But how did it start? When? Just well, she's CIA and you're an enemy." She told him, and he just thought : My sister sees it all black and white. Great. He sat down on the couch and she planted herself next to him.

"Well, the first kiss was a fluke. It was after a mission in France." He told her, as he remembered a few years ago. That had been quite the entertaining mission. Though she was a bit irritating when they were driving away.

Years before : France ;

"What the hell is up with the ancient police uniform?" Sydney asked Sark, as they were driving away from Cuvee's guys. So, yeah she could have just shut her mouth and wait for this mission to be over with, but it was just really annoying not to know.

"What?" He asked her, and looked at her. She was catching her breath, and putting her hair back in a ponytail. She looked very naturally beautiful, even dressed all in black and non-flattering clothes.

"The turn of the last century cop outfit. What's that supposed to mean?" She asked him, as she pointed at the hat and the cape. Because come on? Could he have been more of a sore thumb? The cape was horrible.

"We are fleeing from the scene of a crime, and that's what you are thinking about?" He asked her, looking at her like she's crazy before putting his eyes back on the road again.

"Well, it just bugs me. Couldn't you find a newer one?" She asked him, and for some crazy reason she just felt all of a sudden comfortable being there and talking to him there. Which off course was insane because he's an annoying prick.

"I'm not having this conversation with you or for that matter, anyone. Enough about my alias, or I'll start on a few of yours. We're here." He told her, as he turned of the police car and stepped out. She just rolled her eyes, as she opened her car door and stepped out of the car.

"You would have thought Mom taught you some manners. Aren't you supposed to open the doors for women?" She asked him, as she caught up to him. They were almost to the hotel's front doors.

"Well, I thought you could take care of yourself. That you would attack me for lending a helping hand." He told her, grinning. The blonde idiot. God, how she sometimes wanted to slap him. Yeah, slap. Not punch. Slap that smug look of his face.

"Oh, just ..." She told him, before walking away towards the elevators. Not a real mature way of handling things but, she was just not in a mood for being mature. She needed a drink right now.

Sydney had gone up to her hotel room, gotten the news that she had to stay until the morning and just ugh, the whole day had been a mess. She needed a drink seriously bad. So, she changed into a black halter top and some comfortable pants that still looked presentable. Found herself a chair at the hotel-bar and sat down.

She had been sitting there for only a few minutes, even just on her first drink of many planned, when a guy sat down beside her and tried to chat her up.

She just rolled her eyes and turned around... to see Sark sitting next to her in casual clothes. Possibly the first time ever she'd seen him and he was not wearing a suit. Well, he was wearing the pants of a suit but no tie or jacket. So, it was very casual for him.

"Hey, Honey. What took you so long?" She asked Sark, who looked at her like she had totally lost it. Like the mad hatter in Alias in Wonderland-mad. Like the Disney cartoon version. Buttering a watch.

"Hi. Umh, are you just pretending that stranger is your boyfriend to get away from me? You don't have to do that. Just tell me to go away and I will." The guy told her, and Sydney had to fight down a blush.

"Do you really think I would do that? I wouldn't. Sark, tell him you work for my mom." She tells Sark, as she grabbed one of his arms and digged her fingernails (not too long, but long enough) into his arm.

"Yes, I work for her mother and I am dating Miss lovely here. A very passionate relationship, at that." He tells the guy, smirking as he looked Syd over in that possessive way. Ugh, Prick.

"Ignore him. He can be an ass hole. Jealous and all that. Poor thing. He's so insecure." Syd told the man, fluttering her eyelashes and looking all innocent as a new born puppy, before kissing Sark.

The guy just went away. Slipped of the chair and left the weirdos behind. If they were dating, they had some serious issues to work through. When she noticed the guy was gone, she pushed herself away from Sark and pushed him of the chair. He fell to the floor, almost hitting his head on the chair next to his.

"Mistake that's already forgotten." She told him, before walking away from the bar area in a foul mood. Sark got up, sat down again and heard someone chuckle. It was the bartender. Sark looked at him and the sound died away. Bloody woman. She was insane. She had a worse temper than her mother.

To Be Continued ...