IloveJuliusSark
Cadet
ive written other things before but i felt the need to write this, because i love all of the Sarkney stories before me and i love the topic of Sarkey in general!
The basic plot of the story is: Sydney, 2 yrs after her "forgotten time" with the Covenant, finds herself forged together with Sark, having been betrayed by everyone else. Needing him, she feels vulnerable without him. Having left the CIA, she knows the consequences of being with Julian, but takes them anywayz, she needs him, and he finds out that if he hadnt come along, he might not have found the one person he truly ever needed. But, making a wrong choice could lead to losing her and someone else for the rest of his life.
Sydney sat in the dark room, next to the windows looking out onto the little Russian village that was beneath her. The night was young, but she felt unlike herself. Very alone, and very tired. All she wanted was for him to come home. He was out late, more business, which she hated, but she couldnt leave him, she didnt want to leave him. He was the only anchorage she had anymore. He kept her sane on the dark nights, kept her warm on the cold ones, and she did the same for him. She didnt think she'd ever say it, but she was attached to Julian Sark, and breaking free wasnt an option.
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( 5 years earlier)
She had done it, she had quit the CIA, she had severed all ties to the lying, hypocritcal group she called friends and family. She was alone, and no longer had anyone.
She began to walk, trying to clear her head. She walked into her house, and curled into bed, feeling alone, and most of all, she felt numb. When she went to sleep that night, it had been the first time in her entire life that she hadnt dreamt. Her sleep had consisted of slipping into and out of unconciousness. When she awoke, she walked into her kitchen to make breakfast and thought to herself, "Routine, keep routine and things will be ok, distract yourself." She began to make a simple breakfast, eggs and apple and some water. She'd go running afterwards, and maybe go see a movie, all she wanted was to do something normal.
But normal was never in the cards for Sydney Bristow, and thats how it would forever stay. She walked into the dining room with her food and there he sat, those blonde curls and blue eyes shining. The simple Sark smirk on his face, his mouth posed and ready to speak, and when she spoke she knew she was going to hear that damnable British accent that had always gotten under her skin. She couldnt ever in her life resist someone with such a beautiful accent.
On the contrary, when he addressed her today, he changed his ways. Under normal circumstances he usually called her Agent Bristow, but today his words only spoke a few simple ones, "Sydney, I came to tell you the truth." And with those words her life changed.
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The night always brought back stupid memories, stupid hurtful memories, and he hadnt been lying. That morning he did tell her the truth. Her mother, presumably dead from what her father had told her, was in fact alive. She liked Sloane, had been saved with an altering drug that took the injection from the Capital Punishment, and harbored it, allowing her to stay alive. He had left the Covenant, with a pardon, and had been finding out a variety of things, all of which always led to her.
"Rambaldi," she remembered him saying, "your mother, Sloane, the Covenant, all of them bring me to you, and now I find you have left the CIA, which I may add, now makes your life a death sentence. It is only a matter of time before someone comes to kill you."
She looked up at him, her eyes sad, tired, hungry and alone had only given him one message. Then let them come.
She had always been a damn fine agent, and he didnt want to see her waste away into nothing, she was too good, had worked too hard, to come to this point, to have to harbor this pain and betrayal on her own with no one else. He walked over to her, her fork still poised to take the bite of food she still hadnt gotten to, and knelt down in front of her.
"If I ask you to, will you come with me?" Without thinking she nodded, and he was taken back. She felt so alone that even going with her worst enemy was something she had done without thinking. She walked into her bedroom, and began to throw a bag together. She heard her doorbell ring, and immediately was more reactive. She walked briskly into the living room, and promptly pointed Sark into her bedroom and made him close the door. She opened it to find Vaughn and Eric standing in front of her.
"Sydney, why didnt you tell us you quit?" She stood silently and just shook her head. "Im leaving, and dont plan on coming back, tell Mr. Bristow the same. I have to pack, goodbye Agent Weiss, Agent Vaughn," and closed the door. She walked back through the house to her room, and saw Sark sneaking a peak out of the window. "Julian!" she said with a slight hiss in her voice and he turned like a child caught trying to find out what his christmas present was.
"Sorry Love, couldnt help myself," he looked at her stuff piled on the bed, saw her lingerie, and felt a bit of heat rush to his cheeks. "If you want me to step out while you finish..." he said a bit embarassed and started to walk to the door. "Julian," she said again, her voice a bit more airy this time, and he turned. "I do not know what I am getting myself into, and rather I do not care to know, but to leave, its what I need, and im thankful that you asked. I just thought you should know." He smiled a small smile, not the signature smirk and nodded his head in acknowledgment. "Im glad your coming Sydney, company isnt something I usually get to keep."
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She pulled the blanket a bit tighter around her shoulders and looked out in the life she had began here. Before Russia it had been France, and before France it had been Italy. She missed Italy most, it was always warm, and Italy always reminded her of family. The big meals, the smiling faces, and beautiful language, if she could ever be anything, she'd wish to be Italian.
It was when she was deepest in thought, and most unaware that he came home. He walked over, the Armani suit fitting him like a glove, and watched her for a minute. He bent down and whispered in her ear, "Do you know how wonderful you look tonight?" She smiled a small smile, and turned her face a little to take him in. Those damnable blue eyes, they had always hit her the hardest. When she had begun to truly fall for her former enemy, his eyes always captivated her. She could be held prisoner in the eyes of him, the way that she drank her in like a glass of his favorite wine.
She got up, and he intertwined his fingers into hers. A perfect match he had commented once. They were meant to fit together. He leaned down to kiss her, his lips softly meeting hers. The blanket that had been wrapped around her slipped away and she shivered for a slight second, and then was filled with the warmth from his kiss. His fingers slipped under her shirt and skimmed her hips finally meeting at the base of her back. He knew every inch of her, whereas she knew the same of him. Every scar, every pain, every perfect place.
They layed on the bed for awhile, her head resting on his chest. His shirt and jacket had disappeared on the pathway to the bed, and she curled up against him.
She remembered the first time they ever had made love.
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She wouldnt go to bed with him, that she was clear about. Italy though was all romancing. The wine, the gondala rides, Venice and Rome in general were gorgeous. And one night, as they rode home in their boat, he shone in the moonlight. His blue eyes sparkled, and his eyes roamed her body, and for the first time she didnt mind. He tied the boat and helped her out, and as soon as they entered their house, she turned and kissed him, catching even herself off guard.
She took his hand and led them to the bedroom. It was a one bedroom house with a kitchen, a living and dining room, and a small attic. They had to share a bedroom, and instead of getting separate beds, they just shared one King sized bed. She ever so gently peeled off her clothes. It was humid out, and her clothes now stuck to her almost everyday. She gently unclasped her bra, and for the first time, he saw Sydney in a way he hadnt ever seen her.
She walked over to him, and took off his tank top, touching his abdomen, running her hands down to the button on the shorts he was wearing. His eyes followed every move she made. Finally, she removed what was left of his clothing until they both stood naked next to one another. He gathered her into his arms, and leaned down to kiss her forehead. She sank down into their bed, laying naked beneath him. She craved his touch, and that craving was about to be fulfilled. Their bodied guided them, and he leaned down to kiss every part of her. First kissing her lips, he started working his way down, kissing her neck, shoulder blade chest and coming to rest on her left nipple. He nibbled it, and she let out a small groan, and he took that chance to ease her stiff hips apart.
She could feel his excitement against her thigh, and finally her body made her concede. Spreading her legs, letting him inside her both physically and mentally, her whole self felt complete for once, and he was the final piece of the jig-saw puzzle. Sure Vaughn had been that piece once, and it fit for awhile, but then the puzzle changed, and so did he, but Julian, Julian would always be the same. He was what he was, and that was why she was falling so hard.
He put them in motion. Gently thrusting inside of her, her body felt worshipped as he layed kisses all over. He knew where to touch, he knew what spot was right, and most of all, he knew her limit. Once he came, he gently pulled out of her, knowing of course she was gonna be a little sore after that, and layed next to her. She scooted closer to her, and rested her head on his shoulder.
They were almost a complete year into this companionship, and oddly enough, after something she swore would never happen, the words she couldnt comprehend ever uttering to him before, now spilled out of her mouth, "Julian, I think, no," she countered herself, "I know, that Im in love with you."
Running his hand through her hair, he didnt say anything at first. He had had to wait 6 months to hear those words, because even though there had always been a physical attraction, he had fallen in love with her way before now. He kissed her forehead, pushing back the hair that had fallen in front of her eyes. "I've waited for a while to hear those words Syd, and im happy to respond, I most definitely love you too."
Ahh well i just wrote all of that off the top of my head, hey responders out there, critics are needed, feel free to leave one
The basic plot of the story is: Sydney, 2 yrs after her "forgotten time" with the Covenant, finds herself forged together with Sark, having been betrayed by everyone else. Needing him, she feels vulnerable without him. Having left the CIA, she knows the consequences of being with Julian, but takes them anywayz, she needs him, and he finds out that if he hadnt come along, he might not have found the one person he truly ever needed. But, making a wrong choice could lead to losing her and someone else for the rest of his life.
Sydney sat in the dark room, next to the windows looking out onto the little Russian village that was beneath her. The night was young, but she felt unlike herself. Very alone, and very tired. All she wanted was for him to come home. He was out late, more business, which she hated, but she couldnt leave him, she didnt want to leave him. He was the only anchorage she had anymore. He kept her sane on the dark nights, kept her warm on the cold ones, and she did the same for him. She didnt think she'd ever say it, but she was attached to Julian Sark, and breaking free wasnt an option.
~**!~**!~
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( 5 years earlier)
She had done it, she had quit the CIA, she had severed all ties to the lying, hypocritcal group she called friends and family. She was alone, and no longer had anyone.
She began to walk, trying to clear her head. She walked into her house, and curled into bed, feeling alone, and most of all, she felt numb. When she went to sleep that night, it had been the first time in her entire life that she hadnt dreamt. Her sleep had consisted of slipping into and out of unconciousness. When she awoke, she walked into her kitchen to make breakfast and thought to herself, "Routine, keep routine and things will be ok, distract yourself." She began to make a simple breakfast, eggs and apple and some water. She'd go running afterwards, and maybe go see a movie, all she wanted was to do something normal.
But normal was never in the cards for Sydney Bristow, and thats how it would forever stay. She walked into the dining room with her food and there he sat, those blonde curls and blue eyes shining. The simple Sark smirk on his face, his mouth posed and ready to speak, and when she spoke she knew she was going to hear that damnable British accent that had always gotten under her skin. She couldnt ever in her life resist someone with such a beautiful accent.
On the contrary, when he addressed her today, he changed his ways. Under normal circumstances he usually called her Agent Bristow, but today his words only spoke a few simple ones, "Sydney, I came to tell you the truth." And with those words her life changed.
~**!~**!~
~**!~**!~
The night always brought back stupid memories, stupid hurtful memories, and he hadnt been lying. That morning he did tell her the truth. Her mother, presumably dead from what her father had told her, was in fact alive. She liked Sloane, had been saved with an altering drug that took the injection from the Capital Punishment, and harbored it, allowing her to stay alive. He had left the Covenant, with a pardon, and had been finding out a variety of things, all of which always led to her.
"Rambaldi," she remembered him saying, "your mother, Sloane, the Covenant, all of them bring me to you, and now I find you have left the CIA, which I may add, now makes your life a death sentence. It is only a matter of time before someone comes to kill you."
She looked up at him, her eyes sad, tired, hungry and alone had only given him one message. Then let them come.
She had always been a damn fine agent, and he didnt want to see her waste away into nothing, she was too good, had worked too hard, to come to this point, to have to harbor this pain and betrayal on her own with no one else. He walked over to her, her fork still poised to take the bite of food she still hadnt gotten to, and knelt down in front of her.
"If I ask you to, will you come with me?" Without thinking she nodded, and he was taken back. She felt so alone that even going with her worst enemy was something she had done without thinking. She walked into her bedroom, and began to throw a bag together. She heard her doorbell ring, and immediately was more reactive. She walked briskly into the living room, and promptly pointed Sark into her bedroom and made him close the door. She opened it to find Vaughn and Eric standing in front of her.
"Sydney, why didnt you tell us you quit?" She stood silently and just shook her head. "Im leaving, and dont plan on coming back, tell Mr. Bristow the same. I have to pack, goodbye Agent Weiss, Agent Vaughn," and closed the door. She walked back through the house to her room, and saw Sark sneaking a peak out of the window. "Julian!" she said with a slight hiss in her voice and he turned like a child caught trying to find out what his christmas present was.
"Sorry Love, couldnt help myself," he looked at her stuff piled on the bed, saw her lingerie, and felt a bit of heat rush to his cheeks. "If you want me to step out while you finish..." he said a bit embarassed and started to walk to the door. "Julian," she said again, her voice a bit more airy this time, and he turned. "I do not know what I am getting myself into, and rather I do not care to know, but to leave, its what I need, and im thankful that you asked. I just thought you should know." He smiled a small smile, not the signature smirk and nodded his head in acknowledgment. "Im glad your coming Sydney, company isnt something I usually get to keep."
~**!~**!~
~**!~**!~
She pulled the blanket a bit tighter around her shoulders and looked out in the life she had began here. Before Russia it had been France, and before France it had been Italy. She missed Italy most, it was always warm, and Italy always reminded her of family. The big meals, the smiling faces, and beautiful language, if she could ever be anything, she'd wish to be Italian.
It was when she was deepest in thought, and most unaware that he came home. He walked over, the Armani suit fitting him like a glove, and watched her for a minute. He bent down and whispered in her ear, "Do you know how wonderful you look tonight?" She smiled a small smile, and turned her face a little to take him in. Those damnable blue eyes, they had always hit her the hardest. When she had begun to truly fall for her former enemy, his eyes always captivated her. She could be held prisoner in the eyes of him, the way that she drank her in like a glass of his favorite wine.
She got up, and he intertwined his fingers into hers. A perfect match he had commented once. They were meant to fit together. He leaned down to kiss her, his lips softly meeting hers. The blanket that had been wrapped around her slipped away and she shivered for a slight second, and then was filled with the warmth from his kiss. His fingers slipped under her shirt and skimmed her hips finally meeting at the base of her back. He knew every inch of her, whereas she knew the same of him. Every scar, every pain, every perfect place.
They layed on the bed for awhile, her head resting on his chest. His shirt and jacket had disappeared on the pathway to the bed, and she curled up against him.
She remembered the first time they ever had made love.
~**!~**!~
~**!~**!~
She wouldnt go to bed with him, that she was clear about. Italy though was all romancing. The wine, the gondala rides, Venice and Rome in general were gorgeous. And one night, as they rode home in their boat, he shone in the moonlight. His blue eyes sparkled, and his eyes roamed her body, and for the first time she didnt mind. He tied the boat and helped her out, and as soon as they entered their house, she turned and kissed him, catching even herself off guard.
She took his hand and led them to the bedroom. It was a one bedroom house with a kitchen, a living and dining room, and a small attic. They had to share a bedroom, and instead of getting separate beds, they just shared one King sized bed. She ever so gently peeled off her clothes. It was humid out, and her clothes now stuck to her almost everyday. She gently unclasped her bra, and for the first time, he saw Sydney in a way he hadnt ever seen her.
She walked over to him, and took off his tank top, touching his abdomen, running her hands down to the button on the shorts he was wearing. His eyes followed every move she made. Finally, she removed what was left of his clothing until they both stood naked next to one another. He gathered her into his arms, and leaned down to kiss her forehead. She sank down into their bed, laying naked beneath him. She craved his touch, and that craving was about to be fulfilled. Their bodied guided them, and he leaned down to kiss every part of her. First kissing her lips, he started working his way down, kissing her neck, shoulder blade chest and coming to rest on her left nipple. He nibbled it, and she let out a small groan, and he took that chance to ease her stiff hips apart.
She could feel his excitement against her thigh, and finally her body made her concede. Spreading her legs, letting him inside her both physically and mentally, her whole self felt complete for once, and he was the final piece of the jig-saw puzzle. Sure Vaughn had been that piece once, and it fit for awhile, but then the puzzle changed, and so did he, but Julian, Julian would always be the same. He was what he was, and that was why she was falling so hard.
He put them in motion. Gently thrusting inside of her, her body felt worshipped as he layed kisses all over. He knew where to touch, he knew what spot was right, and most of all, he knew her limit. Once he came, he gently pulled out of her, knowing of course she was gonna be a little sore after that, and layed next to her. She scooted closer to her, and rested her head on his shoulder.
They were almost a complete year into this companionship, and oddly enough, after something she swore would never happen, the words she couldnt comprehend ever uttering to him before, now spilled out of her mouth, "Julian, I think, no," she countered herself, "I know, that Im in love with you."
Running his hand through her hair, he didnt say anything at first. He had had to wait 6 months to hear those words, because even though there had always been a physical attraction, he had fallen in love with her way before now. He kissed her forehead, pushing back the hair that had fallen in front of her eyes. "I've waited for a while to hear those words Syd, and im happy to respond, I most definitely love you too."
Ahh well i just wrote all of that off the top of my head, hey responders out there, critics are needed, feel free to leave one