Vow
By : Dru
Chapter. 5
Disclaimer : See chapter 1
I finally finished this and got it up. Yay. It's like 4308 words or so. Hehe. Thanks a bunch to Gracey and Ivana Derveko on SD-1 . net.
I hope you read, enjoy and leave a reply. :D
01.09.2006 : Heh. This was the last one I wrote.
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2005 :
"So, how long have you known about this? How could you allow this to happen? He is not the right man for her." Jack told Irina, as they headed for Greece which is where Irina said they were and Jack had no way of checking it out from anyone else, so he just had to trust her. Yeah, right. Trust her.
"Relax, Jack. They are fully aware of what they've done, they're both adults. You have also no say in who is right for Sydney or if Julian is the one. You don't know him, and you do.not.know Sydney." Irina told him, as she said the last sentance she turned around and looked him in the eyes.
"Well, then tell me about these people I don't know even though one is my daughter. You know, I raised her. Where were you?" He told her, as they continued their walk towards the airport terminal.
"Sydney was raised up by nannies. Don't take credit for other people's work, Jack." She told him, a icy whisper in her voice and then she told him ; "It was only shortly after Daniel Hect died and you did nothing to stop it. I'm sure you lied to our daughter and said you had tried something, but I do.know.you and you did no such thing." With that she started to walk briskly to the terminal that was now in view.
2001 :
"You're what?" Irina asked her daughter, who was on the phone, calling from France. Well, Paris. Where her and Julian were on a mission for Irina.
"Mom, I know you heard me the first time. We're engaged. I had to practically punch him in the stomach to get the ring, but I got it. It's really beautiful." Sydney told her mom, from her hotelroom and didn't notice when Sark picked up the second phone. (For some reason, there were two phones there. Maybe because it was a suite and not a normal hotelroom.)
"Actually she didn't think I was serious at first and returned the ring. When she figured it out, she wanted it back." He told Irina, and she heard Syd sigh.
"But you snatched it back. You wanted me to beg, I don't beg. That's why I punched him." She told her mom, who thought her daughter had one weird reaction to being proposed to.
"Why didn't you take him seriously that first time?" Irina asked, as she heard Sydney scream at Sark to get of the damn fucking phone. She wanted to talk to her mother in private for a few seconds, at least.
"Because the idiot did it while we were still in our aliases. I thought he was being Dean asking Samantha, and me thinking she would say 'yes', I said yes." Sydney told Irina, who cracked a smile before she asked them ; "Why again do you two want to get married?"
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The day Before :
"Why are you giving it back to me?" Sark asked her, as she handed back the pretty engagment ring that he had slid onto her finger earlier that night, when they came back to their hotel where they were staying untill their flight back to Denmark where Irina was currently located.
"Giving back the ring? Well, it looks like it costed a fortune. Wouldn't want to loose it, now." She told him, as she went to loosen her long haired wig.
"Well, usually when one gives another person something like thi..." He started to say, when she stopped taking the things that fastened the wig to her head and came out of the bathroom, the red-haired wig looking worse that earlier that night but that was understandable.
"Wait a minute, you were serious?" Sydney asked him, and he just looked at her before saying ; "Well, yes." She went back into the bathroom, got rid of the wig she didn't dye her hair. If she did that for every mission she did, her hair would be severly screwed. then she came back and stood in front of him where he was sitting on their bed watching some french-dubbed Stargate SG-1 episode.
"What?" He asked her, and she said : "Where's the ring?" He tore his eyes from the tv, smirking, and looked up at her. "Well, I put it back in it's case. I mean, I'm just going to hold onto it for someone else then, or maybe return it. Like you said, it cost a fortune. Maybe I'll get my money back." He told her, but she had already grabbed the box that had been resting next to him on the bed.
"I want the ring." She told him, when she opened the box and found it empty. He just looked at her and smiled ; "You gave it back. I thought you didn't want it. Would you maybe prefer a cheaper ring? Something in Agent Vaughn's price range?" Sark asked her, because he saw that sparkle in her eyes when she talked about her new CIA handler.
Irina had sent him on this mission that would take a few months after Danny died and when he came back Sydney had stars in her eyes about this CIA guy who was her new handler because she had become a "double agent" for the central intellegence agency. Good luck with that. Irina killed his dad or something, He'd never admit it but he had been very jealous and still was.
"No, off course not." She told him, before snatching the ring from his now open palm which had hid the ring from her sight before then. But she didn't have time to get it back on her finger, because he grabbed the exspensive piece of meaningfull jewlery again and told her ; "Oh, no, no...You didn't want it. You gave it back."
She caught him off guard and punched him in the stomach, going for the ring as it fell to the carpeted bedroom floor. "Well, I DO want it now." But as she went for it, he knocked her off her feet and grabbed the ring himself. They both ended up sitting on the bedroom floor, opposite each other with an american tv show on Tv with french dubbing that you could see clearly did not move with the mouth of the actors.
"Do you want ME or do you just want the ring?" He asked her, as he held the beautiful ring in front of her face and the other hand grabbed the remote for the tv, turning it off. She just sat there and pretended to think about for a few moments. Did she want him? Did she not want him? Questions, questions, questions.
"The ring... No, you off course, you son of a bitch." She told him, as she stood up from the ground and grabbed him up with her. Trying a last grab at the ring, not that she was succesfull.
"That's all I wanted, but I want to put it on your finger like earlier tonight." He told her, and she relented. Letting him slide it onto her ring-finger, but she couldn't really help but get a little guilt gnawing at her stomach for getting engaged again since it had not even been a year since Danny had died in his own bathtub, such a horrible way to go. She'd never get that image out of her mind (all beaten and blooddied up), burned in her mind's eye forever.
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2005 :
They had finally arrived in England, at this moment they were at Heathrow airport and Sark had gone to get their bags and Sydney had gone to the bathroom. They had decided to meet up where La Brioche Doree was located. This fancy, french-style bakery that Sydney loved and always went to when she landed in Heathrow.
She was there already, but her husband wasn't. If she had to wait any longer than two more minutes, she was going into the bakery and getting something to eat. Maybe they had lost their luggage. God, she hoped not. That'd be overly annoying, and she really didn't want to have to buy all new cloathes and such.
"Julia?" Sydney heard someone say, but she ignored it because her name wasn't Julia. At least not for some time now. She had been a Julia for a few months, but Sark had no idea because well, her mother and her had decided to not inform him on this one.
He was on a mission of his own, why risk it. Also she was her own woman, back then they hadn't even been married. Just engaged, if he could be seen being all sex-crazed with Lauren, then she could use her feminine viles to get her mission done as well.
"Julia?" Someone said again, and this time someone touched Sydney's shoulder from behind. What the fuck? She was seriously gonna give whoever this was a earfull.
Maybe this person thought she was this Julia or something. But when she turned around she was a bit shocked, Simon Walker. Shit. This wasn't good. By the end of her mission, he had been quite smitten with her, if he only knew she was engaged to the man who had given him the assignment they had just finished in the first place.
"Simon. What are you doing here?" She asked him, and looked him straight in eyes as he started to advance on her before she put a hand on his chest and stopped anything incriminating from happening because she could see her husband a few feet away. Okay, a small distance because he was not in hearing distance, or he wouldn't maybe look so annoyed. Perhaps more puzzled.
"What, Julia? I haven't seen you in what? A year, or two. Not heard from you or about you. It's like you just dissapeared from the... Ah, so that's it, huh? Julia Thorne is settling down. So, tell me who is the lucky chap?" he told her, as he had looked down on the hand she had on his chest and noticed the two rings. Pretty nice rings, and then he had noticed her rather large stomach.
"That would be me, Simon." Sark said and Simon turned to see his once childhood friend, Julian Lazarey. "Do you two know each other?" Sark asked because, the body language of his wife when she first saw the brunette man in question was screaming she knew this man.
"Do I know her? You could say that. But when did this happen, Julia? Is this for real? I mean, are you really pregnant and all? Is it his?" Simon asked them, as they moved inside the bakery and that wasn't even half of the questions in his mind right now.
"Shut up, Simon, even just for one second." Sydney told him, before she went and bought some pastry and coffee for herself. Then she came back and said ; "To answer your many questions let's just say that I'm not Julia Thorne. Yes, it is his. What are you implying? This is as real as it gets." She told him, as she munched on her croissant and took a sip of her decaf latte, skim, with Madagascar cinnamon and no skimping on the foam. Yummy.
"Come on, if you're not Julia, then who are you?" Simon asked her, because this could very well be a cover. Who knows, she was very multi-talented. She put down her coffee, and Sark stole the last of her croissant. There was the Julian Simon knew, always stealing people's food. He didn't understand how he could eat like that and still look like that.
"My real name is Sydney Bristow. Do you know who my mother is?" She asked him, smiling at him and taking another sip of her decafe latte and then kicking Sark under the table for finishing her pastry. Yeah, right, them married? Please, he had never seen people more miss-matched.
"Sydney Bristow...? Wait, wait...Are you saying that your Irina Derevko's...daughter?" He asked her, and she just gave him a big grin and finished her coffee. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying, Simon." She told him, and Simon looked at her more like he was studiying her. Now, he had only met Irina Deverko maybe twice but he could see it now, they looked alike and such.
"So this marriage thing is for real? Somehow I can't see you settling down, love." He told her, as she finished her coffee put it down. She looked up at him from underneeth her eyelashes, making the look a bit eerie and said ; "Well, you don't know us that well." And then walked away, leaving Sark behind with his old boarding school semi-friend.
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1998 :
"Sydney, I don't get how you can spend so much time here when you have that whole other life in the U.S. How do you manage that?" 18 year old Julian 'Sark' Lazarey asked 23 year old Sydney who was braiding her hair into two braids as she watched the Tv.
"My employer knows mom, so he has no problem letting me come over here when I need to or when I want to. He knows it's better to stay on her good side." Sydney told him, as she turned away from the Tv and grinned at him. He wasn't even watching the Tv, he was just sitting there and being all mezemerized by her. He was pretty much infatuated with her and in a bad, like the last 3 years, way.
"Oh, I thought no one knew about this in your 'other' life." He told her, and she just laughed a bit as she grabbed a bag of chips from the coffee table and fished out a few from the bag. "Well, if he didn't then this would be more difficult. I might also come in good use in the future, better not piss me off either." She told him, as she put the finishing touches to her braids and fished a few more chips out of the bag in her lap.
"But what about your friends and...boyfriend? If you have one, that is." He told her, mumbling that last part but she understood him. That was just so cute. The kid had a thing for her.
"At the moment I don't have one, and my friends just think I travel too much for the bank. Why are you suddenly all intrested in me? When mom's home you barely look at me. Are you afraid of my mother, Julian?" She told him, poking him with one manicured finger in the chest.
"Who wouldn't be afraid of that woman. And I was just wondering, nothing special." He told her, looking away from her face and she swore to whoever was up there that he blushed a bit. How adorable.
"Well, don't worry about me. I'm sure you have girls lining up to date you, no need to worry about me and my love-life." She told him, as she winked at him and just made him blush a bit more. That's just...you know, too endearing.
"Well, I guess. Maybe they would but you see... I kinda like someone already but she's kinda the unattainable type." He told her, and he actually fidgeted. He must have looked at everything in the room but her.
"Are you talking about me? Am I unattainable to you? Do you loooovvvee me?" She asked him, as she pretty much mocked him, while she laughed at her own joke. She had just watched 'Miss Congeniality' a few days ago with Francie, her room-mate.
"Are you drunk?" Sark asked her, and she stopped laughing. "No. So, tell me, Sark. Do you?" She told him, sobering up from her laughter, and then asking him. "What?" He just asked her, but she knew he knew fully well what she was asking him about. "Love me? Do you love lil' old me?" She asked him, cracking a smile.
"Are you sure you haven't been drinking?" He asked her, and she just told him to answear the damn question. "So, what if I did? Doesn't it happen all the time. Three damn years." He mumble in the end, looking down at his lap before looking up at her and his eyes sobered her liked no cup of strong coffee ever could. Sydney leaned over and kissed Sark, but she had forgooten the bag of chips in her lap and it fell to the floor (spilling chips all over the hardwood floor) as they got pulled deeper down into the kiss she initiated.
-What's between here and --- was really written by Ivana-
"You know, Julian..." Her voice broke the heavy stillness that had filled the room. "Hmm?" He replied, reluctantly tearing his lips away from her warm skin. "Now that you've slept with me, you'll have to marry me someday." She told him, and he paused, drawing his lower lip between his teeth. The thought dared to rob him of breath, but he nuzzled his nose into her hair and prayed that his pounding heart wouldn't give him away.
When the dizziness had fled, he chanced a smile and replied in a whisper, "Will you marry me, Sydney?" Her face immediately erupted in a generous grin, "Why Julian, I'd love to." before rolling over and tickling him into a frenzy.
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A few months later :
Sydney returned after a few really hectic months of school and work. When she arrived back 'home', it was about 2 AM, so she just went straight to her room and went to sleep. She had been anticipating coming back here because she had left to quickly the last time (the day after her and Julian...well, it's complicated. She wasn't sure what she felt.) and was hoping Sark wasn't out on a mission. She wanted to talk to him. Somethings had changed when she got back home and went to a party with Francie and Will, she met the nicest guy named Sam.
But when she came downstairs for breakfast (it was always amazing breakfast at her mom's place.) she really just expected Julian, like always and maybe her mom. As she went to the table with all the yummy food, she found some eyes staring holes in the back from the moment she had stepped into the kitchen, and this was not a small kitchen. When she turned around she saw a young african-american girl eating an orange and staring at her intently. Hmm.
"Who are? You're new." Sydney told her, as she sat down with her plate full of breakfast-y-goodness.
"Allison. Who are you?" the new girl asked, as she used a linen napkin to clean her fingers off the excess juices from the ripe orange she had just been devouring as the older looking brunnette entered the kitchen.
"Sydney Bri...Derveko." Sydney told the teenagers, adding her mom's last name instead of her dads just to let the newbie know who she was talking to here. First impressions weren't first impressions for nothing, they said things about you that could never be said again.
"Ah, so you're Syd. Hmm." The kid (that's what she really was after all in Sydney's eyes) only told Sydney, and then the newbie girl gave her a once over look. Some sweatpants and a T-shirt, hair in a messy ponytail. Then she went on to reading the magazine infront of her. Ugh, teenage girls can be such a pain is what Syd thought. They can be so conceited.
"So, where's Julian?" Sydney asked Allison, who just looked at her with a puzzled look on her face. Come on, she didn't know who he was? Well, probably not. He was a bit of a loner the last time Syd knew.
"Who's Jul...?" Allison was about to ask, when said person walked into the kitchen with his bed-hair and sleepy eyes. "Speak of the devil, or at least satan's spawn." Sydney told him, smirking at the 18 year old half-asleep blonde guy who yawned as he reached for an apple.
"That's Sark." Alliason corrected Sydney, who just looked at Allison and then started snickering, trying to keep it down. It was only 7 am in the morning of a saturday. She was confused, Allison was that is. Why was the older brunette laughing at her, she hated being laughed at. Allison definatly didn't like this woman, but then how could she with her boyfriend all freaking obssesed with her and having had to listen to hundreds of stories from both him and her mother. God, you'd think the woman was a saint. Well, if saint's were evil and betraying their country and all that.
"Hey, Syd. When did you come back?" He just asked, as he moved closer to her and that seemed to royally piss of Allison. Off course, she's all forgotten and buried now that his freaking crush has returned to him. She was just a temporary fling and all that rebound-crap. Not that they ever dated, she thinks. Though who knows, after you've heard him tell tales bout her it's like she's undestructable.
"Last night. Real, real late. Went straight to bed. If it had been sooner, I would have have come and said 'Hi'." Sydney told him, smiling at him but there was something in her eyes that ticked of the new girl (might have been the freaking thinly veiled lust in the older brunette's eyes) and Allison stormed out of the kitchen, which was quite a feat given the fact that it was a fair size as previously metioned.
"What's wrong with her? Has life around here changed into a teenage drama around here while I was away?" Sydney asked him, as she grabbed a slice of perfect looking, mouthawatering watermelon and started to eat it. This put him in a bit of a daze, but he was quick to shake it off and answer her ; "Maybe. Allison can get a bit dramatic at times. She probably thinks your competition. I should go after her, right?" He asked her, and she just gave him a grin before rolling her eyes at him asking her that.
"Yeah, go after her and tell her I'm no competition. That I have a man back home." Sydney told him, not looking at him (Thus not seeing the slight dissapointment in those really blue eyes that he was told came straight from his great-grandmother.) as she was spreading some strawberry jam on some luke-warm golden-brown toast. Perfect piece of toast in her oppnion.
"Okay, I'll tell her that. Anyways, Welcome home, Syd." He told her, before standing up and going in search of the new girl while Sydney sat in the sun-filled kitchen, enjoying her toast and thinking about calling Sam soon. She knew it wouldn't last long, but as long as it was going okay, it'd do just fine.
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2005 :
"So... What have you been up to? I mean, since I last saw you and all." Simon asked Sark, as he looked into the direction his wife had gone. "Since I last saw Julia?" Simon then said under his breath, but Sark still caught it and turned around to face Simon. Since he last what?
"Nothing that concerns you. But tell me, why do you keep on calling my wife Julia? When did you last see her?" He asked Simon, who had gone and purchased his own pastry and hoped Sark was not gonna pinch any of his like he did with Julia's croissant.
"Well, it's a bit of a funny story. You see, when you hired me for that covenant gig she became my security expert after my other guy died. I had met her before, oh yes, but not in a few months and so it was a surprise to meet her that night at the bar. But everything worked out well. And yes, when you got there and we were talking, she was in the apartment." Simon told his old school mate, grinning at the memories of the events that had happened earlier that night in his bedroom.
"What do you mean she was there? I didn't see her or anyone female for that matter in the room where you were all going over plans and such when I got there. Where was she?" Sark asked his semi-friend, but underneeth the table his hands were in some serious fists. Down right white and soon to be blood flow problems.
"She went to the bedroom. She had forgotten something in there from earlier." Simon told him, before biting into the tasty looking pastry that Sark wanted Simon to choke to death on.Yes, he was in a murderous mood right now. Bedroom? Simon's freaking bedroom? Chusheng xai-jiao de xiang huo.
"I have to go look for Sydney. Nice...meeting you again, Simon." Sark told his semi-son of a bitch friend, being very polite and nice even though he wanted to grab formerly mentioned s.o.b of a friend, point a gun to his face and order him to tell him everything about 'Julia'. He wouldn't even worry about them being in a somewhat public place, even though he should be.
He knew she used any means necassary to get the job done and he respected that, but not when it came to people he had know for most of his life. That was just down-right wrong.
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I got the chinease from a Rayne firefly fic I once read. lol. I hope it's okay I used it, I assumed it was maybe somethin that had been used in the show itself and all. You know?
Chusheng xai-jiao de xiang huo animal fucking bastard
To Be Continued...god/s know when though.