Author's Note: Sorry it's taken me so long you guys! I've just been really swamped doing other things. Hope you like it! R&R
Sark had to admit that the private jet the CIA had set up for himself and Sydney to be transported in was quite impressive. However it wasn't like the luxury was new to him, since he practically demanded it on most jobs that he did.
He sat in his seat half listening to the jet roar beneath his feet, half listening to the earphone he had in his left ear connected to his I-pod. Through his sunglasses everything was tinted in a hue of green. He had sprawled himself lazily across both seats, his head supported by the window, his feet sticking obnoxiously out into the aisle.
As guitar rifts from Jimmy Hendrix blasted from his I-pod, Sark concentrated on Sydney who was in a pair of seats diagonal to him. She sat straight up in her seat, head resting on the seat though tilted slightly so she could look out the window.
He couldn't help but admire her. She looked so perfect sitting right there, her silky brown hair settled gracefully around her shoulders. Sark hadn't had much time to just think about her since everything had happened so fast. Sure he felt something for her but he pushed the thought back into his head, dismissing it as the normal reaction that any red-blooded chap would have.
Sydney sighed, blowing a stray strand of chestnut brown hair out of her face. She had too much time to think on trips like this, maybe that was why she hated them so much.
For a second she glanced back and found Sark staring at her. She turned fully and looked at him expecting him to turn his head away like any normal man would. Instead he kept on staring at her, fiery blue eyes burning into hers and a small smile curving his lips. "You have no shame do you?" She called.
"No, especially not when your lovely person is involved Ms. Bristow." He retorted his grin widening. "So how's Vaughn doing as of late?" He asked. There was something within him that just wanted to agitate her. Sark felt like he was in the 3rd grade again, pulling at a girl's pigtails so that she would notice him.
"You're a pompous ass." Sydney said and turned around in her chair.
"So they say." He called back and turned his head away from her.
"Alright kids, enough's enough, can't we all just get along?" Marshall said as he walked over to them both. Both Sydney and Sark stared at him as he laughed as his own joke.
Sydney couldn't help but smile, while Sark adapted a look of distaste upon his features.
"Ok, all joking aside you guys, come up to the front of the jet, I have some good equipment that I want to just walk you through." Marshall began walking back to the front of the plane as did Sydney. Reluctantly Sark set down his I-pod and lifted himself out of his seat, falling in step behind Sydney.
Sark walked up to the front of the plane planting himself next to where Sydney had stopped. In front of them were a wide variety of weapons and equipment.
"Alright now in front of me here…" Sark barely listened as Marshall described in depth all of the gadgets and what not that lay before them. He was very capable of figuring all of that crap out by himself.
It was probably about twenty minutes later when Marshall finished. "And that's about all you guys need to know. I'm not sure exactly when you'll be landing but I think it's soon."
Sydney smiled warmly at him. "Thanks a lot Marshall, I really appreciate it."
Marshall smiled back in the quirky way that he always did. "No problem Syd." He said before taking his seat.
Sark made his way back to his seat, collapsing into it. "What a bloody waste of time." He thought to himself. "Well that was a twenty minutes I'll never get back." He said in frustration.
The way Sydney whipped around in her seat was enough to almost startle him, almost. "Sark shut the hell up before I make you shut the hell up! Unlike you, Marshall was being helpful. Of course what would you know about being helpful, anything that doesn't benefit you is a waste of time! God, you're so self absorbed it makes me sick!"
Sark hadn't been reprimanded at like that since he was at least five years old and he wasn't going to start letting people, especially her, do it now. Standing up he opened his mouth, a slew of smart ass comebacks ready for fire.
That's when the jet lurched sideways. Sark went flying over to the other side of the plane, smacking into the opposite wall. Picking himself up he could feel blood gushing from his mouth. "Again?" He was starting to get sick of having a swollen lip every five seconds.
The plane began to drop at a rapid speed, violently swerving left and right. Sark looked up just in time to notice Sydney's unconscious form slipping to the ground. In the blink of an eye he had leaped over the seats in front of him and caught her.
Holding Sydney tightly in his arms, Sark looked for a way to get out. It was obvious that the jet was going down and Sark wasn't going down with it. He had gone too far to have it all end like this.
Rushing over to an emergency exit he pulled it open. The ground was rapidly rushing up to meet them, just trying to look out the door at the speed they were falling was making Sark's eyes water.
Sydney stirred in his arms. "Sark what…" Her eyes fluttered open.
"Sydney, wait here." Sark set her down and rushed to the back of the jet. He rummaged around the storage compartments. "Damn it, where are the bloody escape parachutes?" He cried in exasperation. After doing some more digging he found one. He rushed back to where he had left Sydney. By this time she had fully awoken and was eagerly awaiting him. "Here!" He called tossing the parachute to her.
"Come on!" She called. Sark started towards her but stopped. He could just make out Marshall's feet sticking out into the aisle. "Bloody hell!" He started towards Marshall leaving Sydney. "Go without me!" He called as he rushed towards Marshall.
Sark got to Marshall. He was unconscious though there was no sign of any bleeding. Sark sighed picking him up and hoisting him over his shoulder fireman style. He wasn't fond of the guy but he wasn't about to just leave him there, he wasn't that heartless.
He pushed past the curtain to the front of the plane where the pilot would be. Unsurprisingly, the pilot's seat was empty. "Can't find a decent person to do anything anymore." Sark muttered rushing back to the emergency exit.
There was no sign of Sydney. Sark then realized that he would have to free fall with Marshall in his arms since there were no other parachutes. "Wonderful."
Sark shut his eyes momentarily, trying to prep himself. He had to time it exactly right otherwise both himself and Marshall would go plummeting to their deaths or break countless bones due to the landing.
"You can do this mate." He told himself. It was ironic; this really was a leap of faith. "Here goes nothing." Sark ran forward, launching himself out of the plane hoping that his jump was far enough.
It was all to fast for him to truly recall but all of the sudden he was hitting the ground, Marshall on top of him and everything went black.
"Sark, Sark, wake up!" A voice called to him in his darkness waking him up abruptly.
Sark opened his eyes and found himself staring into a pair of beautiful large brown eyes. "Sydney, is he, is Marshall ok?" He asked gasping at the pain he felt in his chest when he sat up.
"I don't know. He still hasn't woken up." Sydney said a tone of sadness in her voice.
Sark looked around him. They were lying in a field of golden wheat. The rapidly sinking sun slightly illuminated the wilderness about them. The wreckage of the plane lay roughly fifty feet away. "Do you know where we are?" He questioned, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
"I have no idea but we need to get Marshall medical care and also get in touch with Dixon and my father. Do you know if the pilot was still in the plane when it went down?"
"I'm pretty sure the pilot's the fuck who got us into this mess in the first place. When I went up to the cock pit, he was no where in sight. He probably jumped a long time before the jet started to go down, the son of a bitch."
"What do you think is our next immediate move?" Sydney asked.
"Rest up. Tomorrow's gonna be one hell of a day."