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The rapidly approaching dawn cast a strange, hazy feeling over the vast golden field. In the rays of the rising sun, the ocean could be seen in the far off distance, its sapphire water sparkling miraculously.

Sydney sighed sitting up. She hadn't been able to sleep all last night. A combination of thoughts had managed to over power her will to sleep and she just couldn't seem to loose them.

She glanced over at Sark's sleeping form, watching the rise and fall of his chest. Just looking at him gave her an overwhelming feeling of shame in the pit of her stomach. When she looked at him or at Marshall or even the plane crash it reminded her that Sark had been the one to save Marshall. Sark and not her. It was her who had jumped to safety only thinking about herself while he went and saved people. Then Sydney flashed back to right before the crash.

"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!"

Just thinking about what she had said made her cringe. She was the selfish one. Her, Sydney Bristow, top CIA agent had only been thinking about herself. It was enough to make her physically sick.

Beside her Sark finally stirred. His eyes opened and he looked at Sydney. Slowly the blue orbs seemed to focus. He sat up rubbing his head. He winced at the pain he felt all over his body. "Not as comfortable as I would have liked it." He said smiling at Sydney.

The smile disappeared when he noticed Sydney's sad disposition. She looked pretty bad, dark circles rimming the bottoms of her eye lids. "Did you get any sleep last night?" He asked, trying but failing to mask his concern.

She shook her head. "I think the first thing we should do is check out the crash for any useful supplies. I've been checking Marshall's breathing and pulse every couple hours and for right now he's stable but we should try to find something for him."

Sark nodded. Sydney turned away to check Marshall again. Quickly Sark turned away and unbuttoned the bottom of his shirt.

He had noticed that blood was seeping through his shirt as Sydney had been talking to him and it was bothering him.

"Bloody hell." He harshly whispered as he looked down at the uncovered part of his skin. Lodged into the left side of his stomach was a piece of metal, most likely from the jet. It had been lodged in far enough that it hadn't bled while he was sleeping but now that it was moving it was dislodging causing it to bleed.

Sark was surprised that he hadn't noticed it last night. It was one of those rare occasions for him that Sark was confused. He didn't want to remove it because it would start to bleed heavily but leaving it in could have serious repercussions as well.

"So what are we waiting for? Let's check out the wreckage." He said, cupping a hand to the wound and turning around. "Don't want to let the day pass a by."

Sydney nodded. Sark noticed that she seemed to be off in her own world. He silently celebrated his good fortune.

The wreckage was nothing short of depressing. At first glance it was only a smoldering pile crap. But as Sark and Sydney found, if one looked hard enough, there were still things of use. For instance Sark found a medical kit while searching the front of the plane. Hastily he pulled out numerous patches of gauze and laid them out beside him. Lifting his shirt he braced himself as he ripped out the metal. "Fuck!" He cried loudly.

Sydney lifted her head. She had been at the back of the plane. "Sark you ok?"

"Fucking peachy!" He yelled back. "Nicked my leg on something but I'm fine." Sark turned back to what he was doing. Quickly he placed several layers of gauze over the wound, ripped a piece of bandaging tape off and covered the gauze thoroughly in tape.

Once he had put everything back in the medical kit he inspected his job. It wasn't perfect but it would hold for now. "Sydney, I found a medical kit!" He yelled making sure the bandage was securely hidden before turned and walking back to where she was.

"Good, we'll need it." Sydney took the kit from Sark's outstretched hand and turned, continuing to search.

Dusk arrived, finding Sydney and Sark trudging back to their makeshift camp. The finds hadn't been great but they would do for now. Their findings consist of the medical kid, a couple bottles of water, a few bags of nuts and two semi-automatic hand guns.

Sark felt a little bit better with a gun. He gripped it reassuringly. Looking over Sark smiled to see that Sydney was handling the gun the exact same way. "Feels like home doesn't it?"

Sydney looked at him in what he supposed was a glare but she was half smiling. All of the sudden her expression changed. "Sark what happened to you?" Sark realized that she had finally noticed his blood shirt.

"Oh this?" He said flattening out the shirt to get a better look at the blood stain. "This is nothing. Just a mere scratch really." But Sydney had already walked over to him and was examining the shirt more closely. She pushed lightly on the stain causing Sark to double over in pain. He stood back up managing a smile but he knew there was no use fighting with her now.

"Sark take off your shirt." She said.

Sark couldn't resist. "I know you want me in your pants but please restrain yourself, it's embarrassing really."

"I'm serious Sark do it."

Reluctantly Sark unbuttoned the shirt and shrugged it off. Blood had soaked through the bandages and was now starting to ooze down his stomach. "Really puts you in the mood, doesn't it?" He said trying to smile, though it came out as more of a grimace.

"Shut up and come here." Sark let Sydney lead him a little ways from the campsite. She sat him down and opened up the medical kit. "I think you need stitches." She pulled out a needle.

"Don't think for a second I'm going to let you come near me with that thing." Sark said inching away slowly."

"Don't be stupid come here." Sydney pulled Sark closer to her and carefully removed the bandages. He shut his eyes as he felt the needle enter his skin.

In roughly a half an hour she was finished. "Alright, you're good as new. See that wasn't so bad?"

Sark slowly opened his eyes. "I nearly died thanks. No offense but you're not exactly a doctor." She handed him a painkiller which he swallowed immediately.

"It worked ok? I was just as good as a doctor."

Sark smiled. "Whatever you say Dr. Bristow, whatever you say." Sark watched as the wind ruffled Sydney's hair, blowing it all about her face. He gazed into her deep brown eyes unabashedly.

With one had he reached out, brushing the loose strands out of her face. Sydney stared back at him, her gaze determined but he could see her face was a little flushed.

Slowly Sark moved his face closer to hers. They were inches away from each other. He could feel the heat radiating off of her body. Maybe it was the painkiller that made him act so bold or maybe it was just the right timing Sark didn't know. But he found himself leaning into Sydney and capturing her lips in a kiss.