Sydney's heart was racing. As her lips touched Sark's the sensation she felt was so overwhelming she didn't know what to do. Half of herself was telling her that she needed to stop and that nothing good could come of it while the other half was lost in Sark's lips.
Surprisingly it was Sark who pulled away from her. Sydney searched his brilliant blue eyes as they both sat in silence, breathing heavily. It was strange. For the first time Sydney could truly look at Sark. There was nothing cocky in his features, no sarcasm to hide behind; there was just him and his own raw emotion.
Finally he cleared his throat. "Anyways," he said standing up and stretching. "Thank you for the stitches. We should probably get some rest. Tomorrow I want to head out and try to find a main road."
Sydney nodded standing up as well. She hid the expression of total confusion from her face. Typical Sark. Typical men. When things like this happened they were always determined to avoid it instead of confront it.
They both lay down, pretending to sleep, though sleep was the farthest thing from either of their minds.
The next morning brought what Sark hoped was clarity. He and Sydney set about packing things up, neither initiating conversation. He told himself over and over that the kiss happened only because he took the painkiller and that Sydney only kissed him back because…well he hadn't quite figured that part out yet.
There wasn't much to pack and the only thing of any real difficult to carry was Marshall, of whom Sark graciously volunteered the heavy burden of carrying.
Though he hadn't yet awoken, Sydney said his vitals seemed in tact. Sark worried anyways, though he wasn't sure why.
"Well that's everything. Guess we can head out. Where do you think we should go?" Sark said, trying to instigate casual conversation.
"Well," Sydney started pausing in thought. "It would be a waste of time to head towards the ocean, seeing as we have no way of crossing. Our best bet would be to get closer to the Ocean and walk along side it as villages liter the shore."
"It's a plan then." Sark shifted Marshall's weight on his shoulders. "Let's go." And with that they began.
Though the weather wasn't all too hot, the sun beat heavily down upon their backs and with all that they were carrying both soon were covered in sweat. Sark carried Marshall without complaint, though Sydney could tell that he was beginning to have a difficult time.
By mid-day they had gotten well out of view of the plane crash. "It shouldn't be too long now." Sark said, gently setting Marshall down against a rock. Sydney handed him a canteen of water which he readily drank. "Thanks."
There eyes met briefly both, quickly turning away and blushing. As Sark turned, he noticed a cloud of dust in the distance that seemed to be rapidly approaching. "Sydney look, a car!" He pointed in the direction of the cloud of dust.
Sydney looked. She could just make a green jeep wrangler, making its way across the ground. "It's coming this way." Sark said, calmly unlocking the safety on his gun and concealing it under his shirt. "Get ready."
Sydney followed Sark's example, unlocking the safety on her own gun. In no time at all the jeep was stopping feet away from where Sark and Sydney stood. Two burly men got out of the car, guns in hand.
"Hola Senors." Sark greeted. The men responded by cocking their guns and firing. Dropping to the ground, Sark watched as Sydney easily took them both out. A third man emerged from the jeep. Whipping out his gun, Sark took aim and fired, taking the man down in one shot.
Both of them stood up cautiously. Sark ran over to the vehicle and checked it out. Everything was clear. Sydney dropped all of the men's guns into the back seat, handing Sark one and taking one herself. "I say we take the car." She said, turning to him.
"I concur, but I'm driving." He walked towards Marshall.
"Not if I have anything to say about it." Sydney pulled open the car doors and reached for the keys that would have been in the ignition but they weren't there. A jingling sound reached her ears and she whipped around.
Sark stood there, Marshall hoisted up over his shoulder, smirking, shaking the keys in his hand. "Looking for these?"
"Bastard." Sydney said, suppressing her own grin. Begrudgingly she got in the passenger's seat while Sark laid, Marshall out in the back seat.
Jumping into the driver's seat and slamming the door, Sark eagerly put the keys into the ignition. "Let's see what it can do."
Revving up the car, Sark turned the Jeep around to the direction it had just come and started off.
He kept the car at an almost dangerously fast pace and Sydney found herself thoroughly enjoying the ride. Closing her eyes, she savored the wind blowing through her hair.
Sark couldn't help but take glances at Sydney as dangerous as it was. It made him smile, seeing her at such peace despite their circumstances.
They hadn't been driving for another hour when Sark slowed down the car. Sydney looked at him. "What's wrong?" She questioned.
Sark smiled, cocking his head to the side. Sydney looked out his side of the car and read a crudely made sign. "Algeciars 15 k." She looked at Sark smiling as well. "Well I'll be damned."