More chapters. I want to get this done and posted soon, so... I think I'll be doing double updates from now on.
Also, I've started writing a sequel, and I'll be posting it when I've got enough written. And a good, foolproof plotline.
Chapter Twelve
One Week Later
“Sark, let go. Please let go of my arm. If you don’t, then I won’t be ready for tonight” Sydney playfully spoke. Sark was awake, but he didn’t want to let her get out of bed that fast. He pulled her to him again and moaned. “Sark, come on! Let go of me.”
“Syd” he whined “don’t leave, please?” he looked at her and pouted like a sad puppy. She giggled at his face and couldn’t help but fall for the trick. “Thank you” he said, when she was back in his arms once again.”
“But not for long, I’ll have to get out of bed soon.”
“Why, love? Why do you have to? What is so important about tonight that you have to get ready
seven hours ahead of time?”
“Well, I have to do my physiotherapy, have a shower, do my hair, make-up, get into that fabulous surprise gown and kiss you” she ended with a punctuated kiss on his lips.
“I liked the last part. And I can’t wait to see you tonight.”
She let him hold onto her a little longer before speaking again, “Sark?”
“Yes love?”
“This place, that you live… is it
really secret? Because I was wondering…”
“What were you wondering?” he asked, perfectly awake now.
“I miss Weiss.”
“Agent Weiss? The friend of Michael Vaughn?”
“Yes, that one. He’s my only friend back in LA. I miss talking to him.”
He pouted. “You don’t enjoy talking to me, love?”
“I enjoy talking to you very much. It’s just that, well… I miss him. I don’t know why I miss him so much when I have you to talk to.”
“I understand Sydney. If you really want to see him, I’m sure that I could have it arranged.”
She threw her arms around him and kissed him hard, “Oh thank you Julian!”
He let go of her, “you should start getting ready then. I’ll make the arrangements. But you should call him and find out when he can come. I’ll be in my study.” He kissed her on the cheek and squeezed her hand and left the room.
This is the perfect day. Thought Sydney as she began her exercises.
This is the perfect day. Thought Sark as he sat in his study. He called his pilot and requested him to have the plane ready to pick up Eric Weiss in a few days.
An hour later, Sydney was finished with her exercises and getting out of the shower. She put on her bra and panties and headed into the bedroom. Her hair was around her shoulders and damp, it was wavy and flowing. She walked over to the mirror on the dresser and began to brush it out.
Suddenly, the door opened and Sark entered the room. When he saw her, they both froze. Sydney realized what she was wearing and her face turned beet-red. “Oh, I’m so sorry Sydney” Sark said quickly, covering his eyes with his hand and turning around. “I thought you were still in the shower and I was going to leave this note for you” he held the note out over his shoulder.
Sydney had gotten her robe off of the chair next to her and put it on hastily. She took the note from him and said a quick thank you. “I’m sorry” he said again and left the room. She read the note once he left.
Sydney,
I’ve arranged my pilot to pick up Eric Weiss for you,
All you need to do is find out when he can come.
He’s welcome to stay here, as long as he doesn’t
tell anyone where I live. I like this house and
don’t want to leave it behind. I have good memories
here. Most of them with you.
- Julian.
She smiled when she finished reading the note, and reached for the phone.
“Hello?” she heard from the other end and smiled. It was great to hear his voice again.
“Hey Weiss. It’s Sydney.”
“Syd! I haven’t heard from you in ages! How’s New York? You miss me don’t you? Because we all miss you here.”
“I miss you so much! That’s why I’m calling.”
“I knew you couldn’t live without the Weiss-man. But Syd, I’ve got a girlfriend and I’m afraid it’ll never work out between us.”
She laughed out loud. “Well, I’ve got a somewhat-boyfriend now too, so I’ll have to let you down as well.”
“You’ve got a boyfriend? Tell me about him!” she groaned “Come on, Syd. Don’t back down. It’s girl-talk time. Are you breaking more hearts out on the East Coast?”
“Actually, I’m in France right now. Just outside Paris. But you can’t tell anyone. Look Weiss, I miss you. I was wondering if you’d like to visit me here. Because I can get you a flight over here, and I’d really like to see you. You can bring your girlfriend if she promises not to tell, too. I just really want to see you.”
“Syd, what are you doing in France?”
“Taking a well-deserved holiday.”
He laughed “when was the last time you took one?”
“Well do the two months after Danny’s death count?”
“No”
“Then never.”
“Well, I’ll come. When do you want me?”
“Any time is good, really. I have nothing else to do here other than shop and talk.”
“So Syd, what’s his name?”
“You’ll see. But Eric, you can’t tell anyone alright? Only my father and sort-of Vaughn know about him.”
“Vaughn? What happened that made you tell Vaughn but not your best friend?”
“Weiss I can hear your pout all the way over here. I’ll explain about that later, just
please come. I’m begging you. I can’t take another three months without my bestest friend in the
whole world.”
“I’ll be there in two days.”
“THANK YOU!” she yelled.
“I miss you Syd.”
“I miss you too.”
“Bye”
Sydney hung up the phone and ran into Sark’s study, still wearing the robe over her bra and panties. He was sitting in his chair looking at his computer screen and he looked up at her when she entered the room. She walked to him, turned him in his chair to her and kissed him hard on his shocked lips. “Thank you
so much” she said breathlessly.
“If I get that reaction every time I fly one of your friends in, remind me to do that more often” he said when he had recovered.
She smiled, kissed him again and fled from the room to get ready.
Four hours later
Sydney was putting on the final touches of her make up. When she heard Sark call from the ground floor. “Sydney, how long does it take to get ready?”
“Oh come on Julian. We have another hour before we have to leave.”
“I know, I just want to see this dress. I’ve been waiting two weeks to see it.”
“Patience is something to look for Sark.”
“Alright love, I’ll be in the study”
“I won’t be
that long Julian”
Half an hour later, Sydney was heading to the front door. Sark was still in his study, but she wanted
him to make the entrance. She was waiting by the front door when she called up to him “Sark! I’m waiting for you. Honestly, how long does it take you to get ready? It’s shocking!”
“Yes, that’s right Sydney,” she heard him coming to the stairs, “I’m the one that takes six hours to get ready to go out…” he drifted off when he saw her. She was wearing a vibrant blue satin gown, and when she spun around, he saw that there was almost no back.
“Julian, I think I’ll take your speechlessness as a compliment”
He ran down the rest of the stairs and took her into his arms, giving her the kiss of a lifetime. It took her by surprise, and left her breathless.
“You know all the other times that I’ve told you that you look beautiful?” he whispered. Sydney could barely nod “they all pale in comparison to tonight.”
She kissed him again and led him to the door. “Did you know that you have the most beautiful back I’ve
ever seen?”
She laughed, “No I didn’t, but thank you” she blushed, “Julian, you look fantastic in a tux.”
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This is Sydney’s dress:
Can you tell that I’m crazy about clothes. I’m kind of obsessed with fashion. So you can see what I see!
Chapter Thirteen
The Gala
“Mr Lazarey, how wonderful to see you here again!” cried a shrill voice from the crowd. A woman came into view and saw Sydney on his arm and frowned. The woman was very beautiful, wearing a black gown and her hair was pulled up in a fantastic up-do. Sydney felt a little threatened by her, but Sark’s grim and forced smile reassured her that she wasn’t going to get to him.
“Hello Melinda, nice to see you again.” Sark said, “it’s been too long.” Sydney could see that he despised this woman, and it made her want to laugh out loud, but she didn’t dare. Not until the woman was out of view. She was
throwing herself at Sark in front of her, which was quite shameless. “I’d like you to meet Sydney Bristow.”
“It’s a pleasure…” Sydney pretended not to remember her name which seemed to infuriate the woman.
“Melinda” she huffed “Melinda Bracknell”
“Miss Bracknell” Sydney shook her hand.
“Yes, a pleasure” she said through clenched teeth.
Sark and Sydney walked in another direction “I never liked that woman” he said.
“She was throwing herself at you. In
front of me” Sydney said. She turned to look back at Melinda again and saw a man come behind her and kiss her softly.
“I’d never go for her. She’s a horrible woman.”
“Who’s that man with her?” Sydney asked.
“Her husband.”
“So her
husband is at the same party and she’s trying to get in bed with another man? Don’t you think that’s a little risky?”
“She doesn’t care. I don’t know why though, her husband is quite nice.”
“And attractive” Sydney added.
“Should I be worried?” he asked.
“Not at all” she said smiling, placing a kiss on his lips.
“Now you’re a happy couple.” They heard from behind them. It was a familiar voice that both of them recognized, but couldn’t place until they saw his face.
“Simon Walker? I thought you were dead?” Sydney said.
“Well, Jules, your father didn’t do as good of a job as he could have. I’m still here. And you’re with
him now, I see” he nodded his head in Sark’s direction.
“Simon, long time, no see. I must say that I honestly thought you were dead as well.”
“A lot of people are supposed to be.” Simon pointedly looked at both of them.
“What do you want Simon?” Sark asked.
“I heard from my sources that Jules here was injured by the Covenant. I’ve been trying to take them down on my own for a while, but it’s not working out so well. I also figured that you would want to take them down. So I was thinking,” he looked at Sydney, “maybe, we could work together.”
“Si,” Sydney crossed her arms in front of her, “how could we trust you? You tried to kill me, sold me out, made me stab my ex-lover in the stomach and you tried to kill my father. All in a two day period.”
“Well, two of those things were because
he,” he looked at Sark, “told me all about you betraying me. And that was before the Covenant screwed me out of a million pounds.”
“That’s sure a reason for wanting revenge.” Sydney laughed.
“Simon, could I please speak to Sydney alone for a moment?”
Simon nodded his head and turned around, moving to the other end of the room, “Julian, do you really think this is a good idea? I don’t know if I can work with him again. I don’t remember much about him, but I don’t really like to work with ex’s. And he knows more about me than Vaughn. And that was when I was another person.”
“Syd, I know you don’t want to work with him, but it’ll be easier to take them down with his sources. He has a lot of them. Plus, he can tell me stories of when you were together.” Sydney swatted his chest and smiled. She kissed him and looked across the room at Simon. He was glaring at Sark with a passion. “And I have you now. He has to watch from afar.”
“Fine, I’ll work with him. I trust your judgement” she looked up into his eyes, “I trust you.”
He kissed her forehead and they walked to Simon. “Ok. Let’s do it.”
Simon looked at them, took Sydney’s hand and placed a kiss on her palm. “I’ll contact you.”
“Simon, we can’t do much for a week. They shot me and I’m still recovering.”
“I could never endanger something as gorgeous as you” he looked at the two of them and nodded, “you really are the perfect looking couple” and turned around, walking away.
“I’m not going to let him touch you Syd. Don’t worry. The only thing I don’t trust him near is you.”
“I can take care of myself Julian. But the concern does touch my heart.” Sydney said dramatically.
“I’m glad about that” the music the band started to play was making Sydney sway slightly next to him, and he was wondering why anyone would ever want to hurt someone like her. She was perfect in every single way. “So, I think that the objective of this evening should be to dance as long as we possibly can. I know you
love dancing.”
She smiled and took his arm, nearly dragging him onto the dance floor. “You know, Vaughn never took me dancing”
Sark knew that he should feel a little hurt for her mentioning her ex, but for some reason, he felt better, knowing that he did something for her that made her happy. “You really look beautiful tonight. You literally took my breath away.”
She put her head on his shoulder and they swayed to the melody of the music. She moaned into his neck and he felt her smile. “I’m happy” she whispered. His heart stopped. He knew that he was happy too. He had never felt this happy before.
“I’m happy too” he whispered.
“Let’s go home Sark.”
“Alright love. We’ll go home.”
They drove home talking about their day. Sark had a surprise waiting for her at home. He was nervous to give it to her. It was the first time he had felt nervous in a long time. He wasn’t about to propose a life-long commitment or anything, it was just a gift. But he didn’t want to scare off Sydney.
“We’re home” said Sydney.
He looked over to her and smiled “we’re home” he echoed.
He got out of the car and before she had a chance, he opened her door for her and helped her out. She rewarded him with a peck on the cheek and a quick thank you.
They headed inside and Sark walked her to the bedroom door and gave her a passionate kiss as he opened the door. The room was dark and Sark turned on the light. There were dozens and dozens of lilies in the room. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the room “Julian it’s beautiful.”
He looked at her seriously “yes it is” Sydney blushed, she was sure that her face would light up the room when she realized that he was talking about her.
“Sydney, I’ve never cared for someone as much as I do about you. I’m so ecstatic that you’ve decided to stay with me. At least for now. When you were buying the gown you’re wearing right now, I went and bought you this gift” he picked up a green box off the bed and held it in front of her, “I think it belongs with you” he opened up the box and inside was the most beautiful necklace she’d ever been given. It was a silver chain with a heart pendant with diamonds in the centre, “I hope that it’ll forever remind you of me.”
She smiled and a solitary tear fell down her cheek. “It’s beautiful. Can you put it on me?” she smiled even brighter when he took it out of the box. Pulling her hair out of the way, she turned around and he placed the necklace around her neck. “Thank you.”
He put the box down on the table beside them and she pulled him to her in a powerful kiss. She took off his blazer and began to unbutton his shirt when he stopped her. “Sydney, are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. She answered him by continuing to kiss her and unbutton his shirt.
That was a good enough answer for him.
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“That was perfect” she whispered after what felt like hours.
“Perfect” he echoed. And moments later, she had fallen asleep. Her head on his naked chest, her hand across his body. This was the perfect evening. He had danced the night away with her in his arms, came home with her, made love to her, and came to a realization.
“I love you” he whispered, and fell asleep moments later.
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The next morning, Sydney awoke to a feeling of pure contempt. She hadn’t expected to feel like that. She had expected happiness or possibly regret, but not contempt. Life just couldn’t get much better than this. She was living in France, leaving the CIA, living with a wonderful man and her best friend was going to come to visit in a few days. Plus she had spent the previous night dancing with Julian and when they had come home, he had given her the most beautiful necklace and then they… consummated their relationship.
Things were perfect.
Sydney tried to get out of bed when Sark pulled her tighter to him. Just like every morning. She grinned and he mumbled something in his sleep. She tried to listen closely, and heard her name. Then she froze in shock when he added something else. “Sydney,” he mumbled, “I love you.”
She couldn’t move. He had just said he loved her. Sure, it was just in his sleep, but what if he
really felt that way. Not just in his dreams. Would he ever say that to her, when he was awake? Could she ever say that to him?
No. She thought,
I need more time.
She forced herself out of his grasp lightly, so not to wake him, and got dressed silently. She went to the foyer and she stood there for a while. Just in her jacket and holding the keys. With a note in her pocket, pacing back and forth, debating whether or not she was going to go out for a little drive.
She left using the front door and took one of the cars. Leaving the behind for him to read when he awoke. She knew it would hurt him to wake up alone after their night of bliss, but she couldn’t stick around right now. She needed to think.
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Sark awoke thirty minutes later. He was disappointed to see Sydney out of bed, but figured that she would be in the kitchen or outside on the balcony. He checked every room of the house and then lastly the foyer. His heart stopped when he saw her jacket gone. He ran to the front door, tearing it open and saw that the car was gone. He came back inside and noticed the note on the floor.
Julian,
I’m sorry, you just looked to beautiful this morning,
I couldn’t wake you.
I’ll be back really soon, I just needed some time to
think about everything. Don’t worry about me.
I’ll be back soon.
- Sydney
His first thought was to rip the letter to shreds. The second thought was about her. She shouldn’t be out there alone. He did the one thing that she had asked him not to do in her note. He worried about her. He couldn’t help it. His final thought, the one that broke him, was that she might have regretted the previous night. He couldn’t regret that. He had given himself to her with so much passion and love that he had never shown anyone before. And she had returned it to him.
What had happened in that time to make her leave? He thought.
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