aww meg! you're so sweet! okay so here's the next chap and i'll get the next next one up v. soon as well. hope you all like it...well actually hope you all lurve it!
xiii.
merger
sark was to be transferred. while he had given sydney good information about irina’s organization, he refused to talk about his own. he had been in isolation for two weeks, been fed basically nothing, been beaten up, gone days without a shower or even any sort of water, had no bed but his cement floor, nothing. but he refused to talk. he continued as his cocky, arrogant self. devlin decided there was no need for him to be kept where he was. the only reason he was there in the first place was so that sydney could see him – since she was the only person who ever got him to talk. but now that he wasn’t talking, he was being transferred to a different prison.
or so the cia thought.
there was no reason for any part of the transfer to go wrong, even sark appeared willing. everything was just as it should be. but halfway through the transfer, the cia lost all contact with the transfer bus. it wasn’t that it was ambushed or it crashed or hijacked, they just lost all contact with it. it vanished. it was just gone.
jack was livid.
“this was irina’s doing! she obviously knew we were transferring him and interfered. it’s classic derevko!” he yelled.
“how would she know we were transferring him? why would she even care if he was in or out of prison? – he is her enemy. you have been angry since you first read sark’s statement about irina raising him. you just want to be able to blame something on her. well guess what, not everything that goes wrong is her doing,” sydney replied. “ever since you found out, since you knew that your relationship was completely fake, you have hated that woman. i’m not saying that she doesn’t deserve your hatred, i’m only trying to say that you can’t just jump to conclusions like that based on your anger.”
“there is no evidence to the contrary – ”
“and there is no evidence to support it,” vaughn cut in. “look, none of us know how or why this happened. we need to investigate it. i also think that we need to go back to ireland to see if irina still operates out of that mansion. after your last mission there, there was no follow-up and there have been no known movements. it seems she still is working there. we need to find out if that is true. and if she did break sark out, he might be there too.”
***
“why did you help me escape?” sark asked, sipping his black coffee at the table where he had eaten breakfast for four years of his life.
“help you? please, you were ready to be transferred. if i didn’t initiate and complete the escape plan, you’d still be in cia custody,” irina replied.
“you didn’t answer my question love.”
irina looked at him. she smiled slightly.
“don’t you understand? you are my creation,” she said. “i molded you into what you are today. when i found you, you were just a lump of sculpting clay. look at you now. you are michealangelo’s david. you are the world.”
sark smirked. “i’m arrogant, but even i wouldn’t take it that far.”
“i see the way women look at you, like you are everything. like you are their reason to live. and jesus christ, that boy harris that you employ? he adores you. you are everything to him. the number of people who you have power over is amazing. you have people so committed to you they could be tortured for twenty years and would never even think to give you up. the thought would not have even crossed their minds. to some people, you are the world,” she smiled.
he shook his head and took another sip of his coffee. he had missed this place. it had been his only real home before he bought his own flat. it had been everything to him. it was different now, not the house, but the way it made him feel. having normal, adult conversations with irina was amazing. it wasn’t just business, it was life now. he understood now what had been between them before. his life was for her, her life was for the business. now, they were both for the business, and they understood each other.
“i’ve missed you julian,” irina broke the silence. “you left and there was no one else around. sure, i recruited ally, but he isn’t half as good as you were. he asks questions. he doesn’t have your perfect shot. he was of no use to me.”
“so what? breaking me out of prison was your way of inviting me back to work for you again?” sark asked.
“no, no, no. i know you would never come back here. i mean, you’ve got an empire now. i doubt you would want to come back to mine. i was just thinking we could have an alliance,” she explained.
“you never used to make alliances. more importantly, i don’t make alliances,” he said.
“well, i was actually hoping for more than that,” she paused. “i don’t want you to work for me, i want you to work with me. like a merger of two companies. we would join our works together, two forces become one. you still run all of your business, i still run all of mine, but we both have input. and we share our information. it would help both of us to grow stronger.”
“and you decided that the best way to spring this on me would be over an after-dinner coffee?” he asked. “we are celebrating my freedom so why wouldn’t i be happy enough to agree?”
“no,” she replied. “i decided to tell you this because i know that it doesn’t matter if i show you facts and figures about my organization and estimated figures if we were to join and be one. you will decide on your own. it will be your choice. whether i tell you we could rule the world together or i just say i want to work with you, either way it will all boil down to what you want.”
“you have a point. but i really want to know, why do you think we would do better together? i never really understood your ultimate goal.”
“i joined the kgb because it was an honor to serve my country, especially as a woman. it was such a huge deal back then. everyone was so proud. after it disbanded, there was an opportunity to take over. i had become addicted to the kgb lifestyle. the thrills of it; the lying, the acting, the killing, the guns, the sex, the wines and foods and everything that having money and power and influence got me. and now i’m stuck on this rambaldi. few things amaze me, and when i find something that does, i hang onto it. so i’m hanging onto milo rambaldi and his works. and i’m hanging onto my power ,my money, my influence and my lifestyle,” she explained. “why are you in this?”
“this is all i know,” he stated simply. “i was just a child when you picked me up. i hadn’t experienced life. i hadn’t experienced anything. then you came along and you showed me what everything was, you showed me life. working for you was like paying off my debt; it was because you saved my life and because you amazed me. i left because i was tired of being treated like a little boy. i was feeding off your addiction and i had discovered one of my own. i loved power more than i loved you. so i had to move on. now i know that i could not live without everything you say you love; the power, the sex, the wine, the lifestyle, the guns, the cars, the kill. it’s my addiction now.”
“so why wouldn’t you want to join me? merging our two organizations can only bring more power, more sex, more wine, more guns, cars, more kills. it can feed your addiction,” irina said.
“i’m afraid,” he paused slightly, “that i will still be treated as a boy. i left because you told me that i was never really a child so i could never really be a man. if that is really how you see me, then we cannot possibly work together.”
irina looked at him. she took the last swig of her coffee. she seemed to plan out what she was going to say as she savored the caffeine.
“i was wrong.”
it was three words. and it changed everything. irina went on.
“i said i thought you were a boy because i thought you would always hold on to those childish wishes that you had. i knew that deep down, you wished your mother would rush in, say she loved you and scoop you away to live with her again. i knew that there were parts of you that were vulnerable, that could be broken. but look at you now. you built yourself an empire. you live for this. you are a man now. you are more of a man than anyone i know,” she said.
sark chuckled. he couldn’t believe irina had really said that. it was nice to be appreciated. but he sighed.
“you know, there is a part of me that is still vulnerable,” he admitted.
“what?” irina scoffed. “what inside of you could possibly break that cool, cocky exterior?”
he looked her directly in the eye. “your daughter.”
***
irina looked at him. he was staring her down, his ice blue eyes far more powerful than they ever were before. she glanced to the fire in the fireplace next to her, glanced to the bottom of her empty coffee cup, glanced back at sark.
“does she know?”
sark sighed. he nodded.
“she figured it out when i was in custody,” he began. “one time, after agent yawn left the room, she just kissed me. then she pushed me away and said that if i talked she would stay but if i didn’t she would leave. i talked.”
irina slammed her hands against the tabletop.
“you really are in love with her, aren’t you? i thought you were just being an annoying little boy when you would send her gifts, but i was wrong. you love her don’t you?” she asked.
“i – i don’t know. she amazes me, even more than you do if that’s possible. she’s just so…so sydney. she’s so innocent and yet at the same time so sexual,” he explained. “i just want to – ”
“i do not want to hear about the things you would like to do to my daughter. i only want to let you know, it is not a good choice. she will burn you. she is so f***ing patriotic and moral and perfect. she hates you. you have to know that.”
“i do know that.” he sighed. “and i realize that in business, i can’t let her get to me. i try, i do. but sometimes it doesn’t work.”
“well now that she knows what are you going to do? whenever there is business involving you, or if you are ever captured again, she will be the one to deal with you because she can get information from you. this is a big weakness you realize,” irina said.
“but think about it. is she committed enough to her job to put up with me; with the kisses and the flirting and my obvious erections?” sark asked.
“obvious erections? what do you do, show them off?”
“it’s not something easily hidden,” he smirked, “and i get them often when i’m around your daughter.”
irina let out a long breath. she could barely believe the man sitting in front of her, taunting her, was the same person who left her side three years ago. she sighed and shook her head.
“i have two questions for you,” sark said. “one, how do i know you aren’t just going to take me back under your wing and treat me like a boy again if i agree to work with you? i realize that you said you were wrong and now think of me as a man, but how do i know you mean that? how do i know you won’t just baby me again?”
“julian, look at me,” irina replied. “you are a man. i realize that now. and i am not going to treat you like a boy, i have more important things to worry about anyway. if you don’t believe me, fine, but i’m telling the truth.”
sark stood, angry. “how can i believe that you are telling the truth when you still call me bloody julian?! that is not my name!”
“please,” irina scoffed. “i realize that you may not like it, may think you are better than it, but no. you can’t completely erase your past, it will always be there. julian is your name. as much as you want to change, simply become ‘sark’ you can’t. you are always going to have that stray bit of julian in you, whether you like it or not. you can’t get rid of your past just as i can’t get rid of mine.”
“so what – you are saying that you still have laura bristow in you?”
she glared at him. yes, that was what she was saying, but her tone had been obvious that he was supposed to understand that, not ask about it. had he forgotten her tones and her subtle hints about what should be questioned and what shouldn’t? but then she really looked at him. he had understood her tone, realized she didn’t want to discuss it. but he wasn’t her lackey anymore, and he was allowed to ask questions even if she didn’t like it.
“yes. i will always have laura bristow in me; there will be a part of me that will always love jack, and sydney. there will be a part of me that misses the illusion of our marriage, of someone to come home to at night. but that doesn’t mean that i am still that person. but not being that person doesn’t mean that i am completely someone else,” she explained. “do you understand?”
sark nodded.
“what was your second question?” irina asked.
“can you handle dealing with someone who has a weakness? especially if that weakness is your daughter?”
she thought for a moment. “if that’s what it takes to work with you, then that’s what it takes to work with you.”
sark grinned. “i think we have ourselves a deal.”
***
sark lived in the mansion for two days. he made contact with his organization so they knew he was alive, but otherwise, he relaxed. the decision to join irina’s operation was a big step, and there would be lots of hard work to come, he knew that. so he took a step back, settled down for a few days. but of course, the vacation ended.
“we need to leave this mansion,” sark said.
“we?” irina raised her eyebrows. “i live here.”
“yes, but the cia came here before. of course, at that time they thought urlich was running the operation. now they know it’s you, and while they haven’t come back since, there’s nothing to stop them from making sure you aren’t here,” he replied.
“why do they know that i am running the operation?!”
he looked at her. “because i told sydney. i told you i had talked.”
“i didn’t realize you were stupid enough to let that piece of information slip out,” she scoffed.
“okay, well it was nice doing business with you. shame our friendship didn’t last longer,” he turned away from her.
she grabbed his arm. he looked back at her. they had been in this situation before, when he was leaving to kill his father. but this time, her grip wasn’t loose, she wasn’t about to let him go.
“we made a partnership. i intend to keep it,” she said.
“one of the things i was afraid of was you treating me like a boy. you told me you wouldn’t. yet you immediately call me stupid? doesn’t sound that great to me. you said you could deal with my weakness in regard to your daughter if that’s what you have to do to work with me. if you do intend to keep this partnership, bloody deal with it!”
irina let out a breath. she pulled him into her for a kiss. he held back, pulled himself away.
“if we are working together you need to learn how to communicate with me through something other than sex,” he said.
she sighed.
“i’ll deal with it,” she whispered.
“we have to get out of here. i don’t know how long it will take one of the three musketeers to figure out that we might still be here,” sark said. “i’m betting on jack realizing it first. he hates you the most. sydney would be too lost in the emotions and morals of it all. and vaughn, well i just don’t think his brain can do that much work.”
“the three musketeers?” irina chuckled.
“it fits, doesn’t it?”
she just laughed and headed down the hallway.
“i’m going to pack. tell urlich to gather the necessities; he’ll know what to do,” she called back to him.
sark smiled to himself.
for once, urlich actually has to pay attention to me. he went off to find him.
***
an hour and a half later and sark, irina, urlich, garder, irina’s new lackey ally and the necessities were on a plane to sark’s mansion outside of london. the necessities turned out mainly to be irina’s favorite art work – “what you think i’d keep any true valuables there after the cia discovered it?” she laughed when sark asked about the paintings – and some pillows and rugs.
sark felt grand. he felt powerful. it wasn’t like he didn’t feel powerful all the time, but this was different. he was on equal status as irina. urlich and garder had to take orders from him. he was superior to them. he was more powerful. his empire was beginning to rival irina’s, and the merger of the two organizations would prove very important to his life.
***
“damn it,” sydney muttered under her breath standing in irina’s abandoned office. “we missed them.”
“we don’t know how long they have been gone. for all we know irina could have been out of here before we apprehended sark,” vaughn sighed. “we’ll catch up.”
“sydney,” jack entered the room, his expression unreadable. “there’s something you need to see.”
she quickly followed him out of the room, up the grandiose flight of stairs, to the fourth floor. there was a door. it was slightly ajar, light peeking through the opening. sydney entered the room behind her father, vaughn was behind her.
the room was comfortable, different from the rest of the mansion. there was a fireplace on one side, and two overstuffed armchairs and a couch sat facing it. there was a coffee table in front of the couch. a mirror sat over the fireplace. on the other side of the room was a window looking out at a forest. under the window was a bureau. on the coffee table in front of the couch was a stack of papers and two envelopes. one of the envelopes had already been opened, its contents tossed lightly aside.
sydney sat at the couch. the pictures were of her, of irina, of jack, of the family. jack was pushing irina and sydney as a baby on a swing. there was a picture of sydney smiling with a missing front tooth. there were pictures from the museum, from her birthday mission. there were a lot of pictures from her birthday mission. they were all relatively close-up, sydney holding her composure while figuring out a plan to escape.
“sark must have taken them,” sydney whispered.
she turned her attention to the still-sealed envelope. “sydney” was written on the front in dramatic swirls of handwriting. sydney took a deep breath and opened it.
dear sydney
i love you. if you don’t know anything else about me, know that. i have always loved you, and i will always love you. i understand if you hate me, but i hope that someday you give me a chance to explain myself. that’s all i ask of you. give me a chance to explain everything that i have done.
love, your mother
“what does it say?” vaughn asked.
“nothing,” sydney shrugged. “yours?”
jack shook his head. “nothing of importance. let’s get moving. we’ve got an analysis team waiting to take a look at this mansion. now irina and sark have a head-start, but we can find them.”
“you’re right. let’s get out of here,” sydney replied.
***
“what’d you leave for jack and sydney?” sark asked.
he took a bite of his sandwich and looked at irina expectantly. he was sitting in a chair, leaning back with his feet on the table in front of him. he grinned as he chewed.
“well?”
irina sighed. she knew if she were to be true to her word, that sark had equal status to her, that she had to answer the question, even if she didn’t want to.
“i left letters for them both. i left old files that didn’t matter. i gave them enough not to be completely disappointed but not enough to gain any information,” she explained.
“what was in the letters?” sark asked, smirking slightly.
“sark, don’t push your power,” irina replied. “that’s personal and just because you have the same status as i do now doesn’t mean you can push it.”
“just asking,” he shrugged.
he stretched his arms and yawned.
“you do not know how nice it is to be back in my own home.”
“how long were you in jail?” irina asked.
“fifteen days, twelve hours, thirteen minutes, and twenty seconds from the time vaughn threw me in his car until you got me in the transfer bus,” sark replied.
she raised her eyebrows.
he shrugged. “they made me keep my watch. torture is watching the time slip by.”
she looked at him, a slight smile on her face. he chuckled.
“what?”
“i can see you in jail,” she replied. “you’d be quite a sight. handsome, rich, suave, cocky mr. sark reduced to nothing but a body with eyes staring longingly at a watch.”
sark scoffed.
she still treats me like a boy.
“if you really want to know what it was like, i could tell you of the numerous things i thought of doing to your daughter,” he suggested.
irina rolled her eyes. “don’t try to piss me off sark. you just seem like a petulant child.”
“stop treating me like a child. this is a partnership. and i can’t f***ing believe that you still expect me to drop to your feet and be one hundred percent loyal,” he replied. “i have invited you into my house. there is a real possibility of value in our business relationship, but you have to get used to me being just as powerful as you are.”
“i’m going to bed.”
sark clenched his teeth to control his temper as irina left the room.
this isn’t going to work out. she still thinks i’m willing to die for her. she needs to understand who i am or she needs to leave.
***
irina sighed as she slumped onto the edge of her bed. sark was right; she had to get used to his power. it was different, a completely new relationship. she wasn’t ready for it. she knew she needed to understand it and deal with it. this partnership brought her one step closer to her ultimate goal, and she wasn’t about to change that.
***
sydney sighed as she sat at her desk, papers and files strewn out in front of her. it had been four weeks. they had gotten no new information on either sark or irina. the trail had run cold. she had been beating her brains out to find these people and she had nothing. she hated herself for it.
***
jack sat at his desk. he looked over at sydney. she looked so distraught. he hated that he couldn’t do anything to change the look on his daughter’s face, but he could find nothing else on irina and sark. they seemed to have vanished into thin air.
jack took out irina’s letter to him. he knew he shouldn’t, but he kept it in his desk. he hated that he kept it there, but part of him needed to hold onto her, and part of him thought the letter would somehow help him find her and bring her to justice. as he reread it he knew that deep down, neither thought made sense to him.
dearest jack
i miss you. it’d be nice to see you again, to be with you again. i remember our last night together. god that was amazing. do you remember? i can still feel your hands on me, i can still taste the salty sweat of your skin. i long to have another night like that with you. i’m going to spare you the bulls*** about loving you – you and i both know that in this life love is worthless. i just wanted to let you know, that i hope the next time you see me, you will f*** me like we used to. that’s what i miss most. i know you miss it too.
irina
jack put the letter back in his desk. he sighed. he hated irina for being his weakness, he just wished there was some way he could find her.
***
“they aren’t going to find us you realize?” sark called as he rinsed his breakfast dishes. “it’s been five weeks. we’re home free.”
“we’re never home free,” irina replied, entering through the swinging door with her dishes. “we’re never safe. we can always trip up. they can always find us.”
“you worry too much,” he shrugged.
“you mean that you never think sydney’s going to find some sort of information and track you down? you never worry about that?” she asked.
“worry about it? hell i pray she’ll come find me,” he chuckled. “of course, my fantasies are no where near the reality of the situation. i know she’d kill me if she found me.”
“she would,” irina said. “without hesitation.”
“i don’t know if i’d go that far. i might affect your daughter more than you give me credit for,” sark smirked.
“if she hesitated, it would be because she didn’t want to murder someone, not because you affect her,” she scoffed.
“so you say.”
***
sydney ripped open the envelope. she hadn’t gotten one in months. it had been so long. she thought they might have stopped coming. but here was another one.
i miss you. you’re a great kisser. f***ed agent yawn yet?
s
she rolled her eyes. he was still an arrogant ass, and he still just signed them s. but for some reason, she was so happy to have finally gotten another one. she missed the cocky british tone that she could hear through the writing.
now the cia wasn’t even focusing on irina and sark. they had faded into the background. the cia was pushing one hundred and ten percent of their capabilities into getting rid of the alliance. and they were gaining ground. there was a possibility that by the end of the year, the alliance would no longer exist. sydney was praying for that with all she had.
she had been working so hard she had almost forgotten about the letters, almost. it was nice to get a new one. it made her feel unique, that she could be such an important part in the life of a man that she hadn’t even seen in months, even if he was an assassin. her life was such chaos, it was nice to have something simple and constant there. it meant something to her. she wondered how much she meant to sark.
***
sark stared at the picture of sydney next to his bed. she was probably opening the letter about now. he could see her rolling her eyes, but he could also see her smiling. he hoped she was smiling. he wondered how much sydney meant to him. did he love her?
what'd ya think!?
m-c