Galicdreamer
These Words, From My Heart...
Title: Nothing is Ever What it Seems.
Written for the Sarkney Smut Challenge
Rating: R..it's for the R-rated challenge...HELLO??!? :lol:
Word Count: 8,025 words
Summary: After the tramatic death of her father, Sidney decides to locate her mother. Along the way she runs into Sark while he is meeting someone from his past head on.
Disclaimer: Okay so blah, blah, blah...none of the Alias characters belong to me, The underlined part is my quote choice from the movie Fight Club which, also does not belong to me.
Author’s Notes: And, I do plan on continuing the story even after the contest is over..I have about 2 more chapters written. But had to end it and the right point for now.
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Sark leaned against the wall and gently rubbed his fingertips over the rather large welt that was almost done healing on his face. He had been locked up in CIA’s custody for approximately 6 months now. He looked around his cell…there was a 2 x 2 foot window with bars allow him to have minimal sunlight and outside air. A metal bed chained to the wall with one pillow and one wool blanket but other than that, there was nothing. “God...I need to get out of here.” He screamed inside his head. He got off the bed and walked over the plastic wall where he had many conversations with Director Dixon, and Jack Bristow. Vaughn wasn’t allowed to see him again after they discovered Vaughn had quite literally bashed his face in. “He’ll pay for that.” He heard a noise behind him…almost like a “Helicopter?!”, he said out loud. Suddenly he heard a loud bang and the wall with his only window came flying into the room. Bricks were thrown all over the room and dust floated in the air and covered Sark completely from head to toes. “Son of a …” He wasn’t able to finish when a figure completely covered in black including a mask that covered their face came flying into the room. They hooked a safety belt around his waist and clipped the belt to their own safety belt. “Would mind telling my what the hell is going on?” The person didn’t reply but tugged on the safety line and the two of them were lifted into the air and slowly pulled up into the helicopter. Once they were inside and Sark was unhooked he sat back and looked around. A rather large gentleman had been operating the crane that pulled Sark and the masked figure into the helicopter. It felt like the whole thing had taken an hour to occur. “See, I damn well told I could have the whole thing done in 2 minutes. We were in and out of there before they even had time to react.” The masked figure said to the large man who was now sitting next to Sark. “What the hell just happened here?” Sark asked the masked figure. “Well,….the masked figure reached up and peeled of the ski mask to reveal a beautiful chestnut brunette with almost an identical face to Sark…”It seems I just saved you bloody arse, big brother.” Sark looked into the clear blue eyes that were a mirror image of his….”Haaaaaaaaaaaaa….” He laughed out loud as he grabbed his little sister and pulled her into a hug.
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Sark felt relaxed now that he had showered and was wearing Armani. He was brought to her sister’s house outside of Moscow…an old monastery she was converting into a massive house. He knew he would be safe here because no one knew about Sam. He leaned back against the leather sofa and took a sip of the red wine she had given him. His face took a shocked look once he swallowed, “That can’t be!” “Chateau Mouton-Rothschild, Pavillaa, 1979.” She replied. He turned the wine glass in his hand to look again at the red liquid. The wine that was mothers, she had bought a bottle of it right before she died. He had tried to locate another bottle, but had failed. “I was renovating one of the rooms on the 4th floor and I found a large crate in the corner of the room. When I opened it I saw rows and rows of the wine. I guess it was destiny that brought me here.” He placed the glass back on the table and looked over at Sam. She had grown up so much in the past 12 years. He always kept tabs on her and sent her packages every year on her birthday. He even managed to come up and visit once in a while, but not nearly enough. The one thing he wished he could have done better on was raising Sam. After mother died it was just him and her. By the time he was 16 he had done enough work for Irina that he had money to set her up in a school in Switzerland. Irina had taken the two of them under her wing and assisted Sam in finding the Monastery. He watched her as she told one of the servants to bring in another bottle of wine. It was odd to imagine that at 22 she was already a multi-millionaire and owed this massive house. After she left the school she started restoring old paintings for the rich and well to do. Of course in that would she was know as Riley O’Thomas. The hermit who did work out of his home in the Alps. He had set up a false address in Switzerland where all the paintings were sent to and from, no one would have been able to trace it back to Sam. “Sam, what’s going on? “Well, you didn’t think I would let ya rot in the bloody custody of the CIA did ya? I called some old connections and found out where you were. After that it was simply a matter of collecting my things and flying there.” “Does she know that you did this?” She stood up and walked over the couch where he was sitting and sat down next to him. He wrapped his arm around her and she leaned into his shoulder. “Who do you think I asked, when I needed to know where you were?!” He nodded, because he had already known the answer. There was no one else that would have been able to give her that type of information. They sat there together for a while just enjoying each other’s company again. “I miss you Julian.” She whispered before she passed out. He lightly kissed the top of her head. “I miss you too Sam.”
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“I want to know how the HELL he got out of a cell that was 110 feet in the air.” the voice from speaker screamed into Dixon’s office. “It seems Sir, that someone with helicopter placed an explosive device on the wall and blew a hole in it and carried him out through that.” Marshal meekly replied. “I pulled camera footage and was able to see it all happened. It took them about 2 minutes to pull off the whole thing, which actually is quite amazing seeing as that he was being held in”…”I don’t care how impressive it was. I want to know who set the explosive and where they and Mr. Sark are right now.” With that said the conversation was ended and the dial tone replaced the Vice President’s voice. “Well….I think that went well.” Marshal replied. Everyone turned and stared at him. “Well, I thought it did.” “Weiss, Vaughn, I want you to pull everything we have on Sark. His convent connections, his old address….Everything. Marshall, review the footage. See if there is anything there that will help us figure out who that person was.” They all nodded at Dixon and left the room. Dixon sat down in his chair and picked up the closed file on his desk. He opened it and stared at the picture. “Where the hell are you when I really need you, Sidney.”
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Sidney took a sip of the coffee and placed the mug back down on the nightstand. She raised her arms above her head to stretch and got back down to work. She was tracking her mother’s movements in the hope of trying to locate her. She needed to be with her more now than ever. Sidney had been on a mission; retrieve the missing Rambaldhi artifacts from the Covent’s warehouse. An anonymous tip had revealed the location of the warehouse. Sidney didn’t trust anonymous tips…they never came through. She had been right this time. Sidney was about to enter the warehouse when he father yelled out her name. She spun around and saw him running towards her. “Dad, what are you doing here?” “Sidney don’t go in there…it’s a trap. I followed you here when we found out about it. The artifacts aren’t in there. It’s a ploy to bring you out so they can kill you.” Sidney stepped away from the door and went to run back to her car that was parked 2 blocks away when Jack pushed Sidney to the ground. She raised her head just in time to watch her father get shot. Twice, Once in the head, once in the chest.
Sidney shook the memory from her head. After 6 months the memory was still as fresh as though it had happened yesterday. The pain never went away. Bullets that were meant for her had killed her father. She got up off the bed and walked over to the window. She could still see Red Square from her hotel’s window even though the sun had almost gone down. She leaned against the window…Vaughn and her were planning a trip there, their honeymoon. But after her father had been killed she could be with the CIA anymore. She left everything…her apartment, her job, her fiancé. She had left him a letter…a “dear john” letter so to speak. He tired to stop her but when her father died something inside her did too. She couldn’t be with him anymore, her heart was gone. She hadn’t seen or heard from him since then. A buzzing sound brought her back to reality. She turned her head and saw her phone was vibrating on her nightstand. She walked over to answer it….”Yes?” “Agent Bristow…missed me?”
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Vaughn sat at his desk trying to go over everything they had stored on Sark. Aliases, previous address, employers…but his mind kept wandering back to Sidney. This morning as he was getting dressed he pulled open his sock drawer and found the engagement ring under a pair he had taken out. He lifted it out and stared at the shining rock in his hand. His heart hurt all over again. He saw the letter lying underneath and picked it up. The paper was tattered and starting to become worn in the creases where it got folded. He had read it so many times, that now he could recite the letter without even glancing at the words written down.
“Michael,
I lay awake last night and realized that all of the emotions I have inside of me have been used up in the mourning of my dad. The loss of my father has been more devastating to me than anything I can ever express. I don’t have anything left in me anymore. I know that my heart died with my father that day. Watching his death happen before my eyes has changed me. I am no longer the person I was once and I don’t think I will ever be that person again. I am so sorry that I don’t have the strength or courage to say all of this to your face…… It wouldn’t be fair to you if I went though with our engagement knowing that all of this was occurring inside of me. You will always be an important person to me but, I have to leave.
Goodbye,
~ Sidney
He folded the letter back up and placed it and the ring back in his sock drawer. He covered it up with another pair of socks and shut the drawer.
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“What do you want.” He tried not to smile as he heard the venom in he voice. “I asked you a question…did you miss me?” “Seems an awful waste of your one call to use it on someone who won’t do anything to help you, Sark!?” “Oh, I’m not calling you from prison…I’ve been….released.” How, did you manage to escape?” “That’s none of your concern anymore. Your no longer an agent. So I guess I no longer have to call you Agent Bristow…do I ………Sidney?!” “What do you want?” Sark walked out on to the balcony overlooking the countryside. “I know where your mother is. She would like to see you.” Sidney almost dropped her phone. “Where is she?” “I am having directions e-mailed to you as we speak. Seeing as though you’re just in Moscow, you should be able to be here in about 45 minutes.” Sidney was finally able to regain her balance, “How did you get my cell number, how do you know where I’m at, and how did you get my e-mail?” Sark smiled and turned around to look back into the sitting room. Irina and Sam were sitting on the couch. Sam closed her laptop and nodded to him. The directions had been sent, Irina looked up and smiled. “Just like you Sidney, I have my connections too.” He hung up the phone. “She’ll be here in 30 minutes.”
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“Status Report…what do we have?” Dixon looked around his office at Weiss, Vaughn and Marshall. “Well….” Weiss looked up, “Nothing sir.” None of the old connections pan out. “No one has seen or heard from Sark in the past 6 months.” Vaughn added. Dixon looked over at Marshal. “I scanned the footage and enhanced it 20 times the normal magnification…” “Marshall!” “…But I have nothing sir.” Dixon slammed his fist against the desk. “Damn it!!”
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Sidney pulled up the long drive to what seemed to be an old monastery. She pulled around the circular drive and parked under a large tree. As she got out and started walking towards the front door she saw her mother standing at the entrance waiting for her. She walked over to her and they just looked at each other for what seemed like hours. “Mom….” Sidney whispered out. Irina immediately reached out and pulled Sidney against her. She let Sidney sob on her shoulder and gently ran her hand over her hair. She even allowed herself to sob silently along for the man that had always held her heart.
The two of them stood there for a long time just holding each other…mourning and comforting each other over the loss of the man that had meant so much to both of them. Sark watched them from the patio above. When he saw Sidney collapse against her mother something inside him twitched. He wanted to run down there and hold. Help her to forget that her father was gone. He couldn’t understand why the twitch had appeared. “My heart hurts for her.” He wrapped his arm around Sam and pulled her against him. “I know why you’re infatuated with her though.” He turned his head abruptly and stared at her. She was smiling…knowing that she could always get a reaction from him. “What the hell are you talking about?” “Please…you can’t play bloody games with me. I know you.” She said as she poked him the stomach. “Every time you came up here before you were always moaning about agent Bristow…Sidney this…Sidney that. She sparks something in you…an all I’m saying is that no I know why.” Sark turned and looked back at Sidney. Irina and her were walking into the house. I’m not infatuated with Sidney, he thought to himself. The twitch in his stomach came back as he turned to walk back down stairs.
Sidney had her arm wrapped around her mother’s waist and Irina had her wrapped around Sidney’s shoulders. A stranger would have seen the two of them together and would never have guessed that this was the most contact that they have ever had. This was the first since Sidney was a child that she could remember feeling like she really had a mother. Irina brought Sidney over to the couch in the main sitting room and sat her down. She walked over to the bar to pour Sidney something to drink. “Welcome to my house Agent Bristow.” Sidney turned and saw a petite brunette walking towards her. On closer inspection she saw that the women had Sark’s face…almost as though they could have been twins. The women stopped in front of Sidney and held out her hand. “I’m Samantha Lazarey...but everyone call me Sam.” Sidney was too stunned to do anything but stare. “Weren’t you ever taught that it’s rude to stare at people, Sidney?” Sark said as he walked into the room behind Sam. He really wanted to laugh at Sidney’s reaction to meeting his sister for the first time but he knew that he had to play his role. He was going to stand next to Sam but the closer he got to Sidney, the twitch in his stomach grew bigger and bigger. So he decided to sit in the armchair behind her.
Sam laughed out loud and lowered her hand, “It’s okay. I know it has to be a bit of a shock. Julian and I are brother and sister. He is my older brother!” She purposely put the emphases on older and laughed again as Sark growled at that. “Only by 3 years.”, He grumbled. Sidney sat down on the couch still trying to figure out what was going on. How could someone like Sark who was a heartless assassin have a sister who lit up a room with her laughter? She watched as Sam threw herself on top of Sark. He made an Ouff sound and smiled as he started poking her. “How does no one know about you?” Sidney was able to finally ask. Irina sat down next to her and handed Sidney a glass of wine. “I’ve been able to keep Sam completely hidden over the years.” Sidney turned and stared at her mother. “You’ve known about this?” “Irina nodded. “I watched over her. Helped put her in school, found her this house…I watched over her like a daughter.” She turned and looked at Sidney. “You weren’t around so I did for Sam what I wanted to do for you. Sidney laid the glass of wine on the table and dropped her head to her hands. Sam stood up and walked over to her. “You must be exhausted. You must stay here. I have…plenty of room.” She said as she laughed. “Oh no…I really think…” “Nonsense Sidney.” Irina said. “You’re staying here. Staying in a hotel isn’t safe for you at all. At least here you will have security and protection.” Sidney looked over at Sark who raised an eyebrow at her. Sidney simply nodded. “Good! Davis…please bring in Ms. Bristow’s bags from her car. She will be staying in the Garden room.” Irina stood up and said that she would help Davis. “Julian would you please show Sidney up to her room. I need to go into the kitchen and start helping to make dinner.” He nodded and stood up. Sidney stood and followed him. She walked up the stairs and was simply amazed at the size of the place. “I sometime think it’s too big for her. But then she tells me that she wouldn’t have it any other way.” Sidney watched the back of Sark’s head as he talked. She could see the love he had for his sister. She was just having a hard believing that he was capable of love. They walked up three flights of stairs and came to stop in front of the first door down the hallway. “Your mom is in the room right above you. She always stays there.” “Hmph!” Sidney said as he shook her head. She has her own room here, she thought. Sark opened the door and led her into the room. She was stunned into silence again as she walked in behind him. The room was as big as half of her hotel’s lobby. She saw the pale flowers painted on the walls and realized why it was called the garden room.
Sark watched Sidney look around the room. He flipped on the television for some sound and saw that ESPN2 was showing the finals of a bowling competition. “I never understood the competitive nature in this. Ooo, You throw a 9-pound ball faster that I do.” Sidney looked over at him…he was standing in front of the t.v. with the remote in his hand, waving it all over the place while he was talking. She could help the laughter that came out of her mouth. Sark looked over and saw her laughing,…”What is so funny?” “Well, that was a very dramatic speech you gave, Even more so with the flailing of the arms.” He didn’t think what he said was funny and grimaced again. Sidney walked over to where he was standing. “See bowling isn’t just about speed. It’s about control, patience, agility, and timing. You have to wait for the precise moment when everything disappears and it’s just you and the lane. You control yourself making sure that your completely focused on the goal. Moving and adjusting so that everything lines up and then controlling the release so that everything is taken down at the same time.” Sark felt like he had just been read a passage out of the Karma Sutra book. Sidney looked over at him…Has his eyes always been that blue? , She wondered. Before she realized what she was doing she had raised her hand to his face. She felt his pulse throbbing under her fingertips. He stood there drowning in her eyes. He lifted his own hand and moved a strand of hair away from her eyes. “I should go down and see if Sam needs any help.” Sidney was brought back to reality when he spoke. “Umm, Yes. Thanks.” He nodded and started walking towards the door. With his hand on the handle to pull the door closed behind him and stopped and looked up at Sidney. “I know that you have a lot of questions. After dinner we’ll all sit down and talk.” She nodded and watched him leave. “What the hell is going on here.”, She said as she threw herself on the bed.
Sark walked towards the stairs thinking about what had just happened in Sidney’s room. He wanted to kiss her. He felt it all the way down in his toes. He knew that logically with him being an assassin and her being CIA…Ex-CIA, that he shouldn’t want his. He turned back around and headed to Sidney’s door again. Without knocking he opened the door and walked in. Sidney was lying on the bed and jumped up when the door flew open. “Just what do you think your doing you son of a ……” She was cut off by Sark grabbing her and pulling her against him. His mouth came down on Sidney’s, hard. His tongue teased open Sidney’s mouth and he ravished her. His hands were gripping Sidney’s arms but she didn’t notice. The shock had faded into the background and Sidney moved her head so he could have better access. She wanted this. She wanted it when she had her hand on his face. She didn’t know why but she couldn’t stop it...even if she wanted to. His hands had let go of her arms and had made their way into her hair. He gripped and pulled her hair so that her face was tilting upwards. He started kissing her neck. He found the place where her pulse was throbbing and let his tongue flicker over it. Sidney’s hands were at the back of his neck She was running her fingernails through his hair against his scalp. When he ran his tongue over her neck she began purring. The sound of her purring is what brought Sark back to reality. He was ready and willing to take Sidney right there. It was as though she too realized what was about to happen and pulled back form him just as he was pulling back from her. They stood there staring at each other trying to let what had just happened sink in. “I have to go.” Sark said and he turned to leave. “So, that’s it. That’s all your going to say. I have to go. That’s it.” “What the hell do you want me to say Sidney. Sorry…Sorry I was about to throw you on the bed and make love to you? I’m not your agent Vaughn. I’m not a bumbling idiot that is going to apologize for not being able to finish the job.” “You know nothing about Vaughn and how dare you even bring him into this conversation. This isn’t about him. This about what just happened here. Damn it!!! I wanted that to happen. I didn’t want you to stop. I have no idea why…you’re this evil assassin. I’m supposed to want to kill you not…….” “What? f*** me? Well too bad sweetheart! You and I both are stuck in the same place on that one.” Sidney and Sark were now standing inches away form each other again but this time is was because of anger, not unrealized passion. “Your so god damn arrogant. You think that you’re this immortal god …your not. You’re a killer.” “And, you think your so f***ing special. Well, You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.” “I hate you.” “Likewise dear.” Suddenly the two of them were once again wrapped up in each other’s arms, clawing and pawing at each other. “You have too many clothes on.” ‘I know.” Sidney replied as Sark ripped her shirt open. Buttons went flying across the room in every direction. Once her shirt was off Sark lowered his mouth to her breast and began to suckle.
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While this was going on inside the room, Just outside Irina and Davis has arrived with the luggage. Davis was about to enter when Irina heard a moan come out of the room. Hmm, so that’s where he has been this whole time. She thought to herself. “Davis…just leave the bags out here. Sidney was very tired and I think she may have gone to bed.” “Yes, Madame.” Irina turned and walked back down the stairs with a smile on her face. She’ll have to remember to speak to Julian later.
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They had finally managed to make it to the bed. Sidney had arched her back so that Sark would have better access to her. He teased her nipple through the lace of her bra. She moaned out loud at the strain of it against the barrier of the lace. He had finally unclasped the last hook and was able to peel away her bra. Her took her one breast in his mouth again and flickered his tongue over the nipple. He had the other breast in his hand and was working that one with his thumb. Sidney was overwhelmed by combination and felt herself explode on the orgasm that slammed into her. He took his hand and moved it down to the button of her pants. He moved his mouth over to the breast his hand just released and began torturing that one. He had unsnapped her pants and was beginning to pull them off of her. They only got as far as her ankles when she kicked them the rest of the way off. She pulled his hand back up and brought it to her panties. He began rubbing his hand against her through her underwear. She was moving against him rocking and thrusting against his hand. He peeled away her panties brought his hand back up. He could feel how wet she was. He pushed his fingers into her and felt her tighten around him. She gasped when he pushed into her. He watched her as she rubbed her breasts and arched her back. She was lying completely naked in front of him and he loved it. He felt her start to shake and pulled out. He wanted her to go over with him inside her. When he pulled his hands out of her she sat up and pulled his mouth back down on top of hers. She pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the ground. She pulled her mouth away and began sucking on his earlobe. “I want you in me.” His eyes rolled in to the back of his head when she said that. He undid his belt buckle and then his pants. Together they pushed his pants and boxers off and threw them to ground where his shirt was. She took his hard c*** in her hand. He moaned out loud when she grasped him. She guided him into her and pushed him down on the bed. She threw her head back and began riding him as she rubbed her breasts. He ran his hand over her stomach as she rode him. Her moaning became louder and louder. She came violently against him and shook as the second orgasm her, and he was about to come himself. Sidney began riding harder and harder. Then she cried out as he came into her. She collapsed on top of him as he finished going over the edge himself.
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They lay there for a while, trying to recapture their breath. Sidney finally rolled off of Sark and sat on the edge of the bed. Sark turned his head and watched her. “I don’t know what is going on here. I don’t think I even want to know. But…we will need to figure it out.” “I agree. It’s not every day that an escaped convict has sex with the person that got him arrested.” Sidney turned around ready to scream at him when she saw him smirking. She picked up his pants and threw them at him. “Bloody Hell…that hurt!” “Good you deserved it!” He looked over and glowered at her and she was grinning. “I got stabbed with something.” He pulled out a locker key that had a safety pin attached to the end. It had opened up and when Sidney threw the pants it was what had stabbed him. “Oh my…I thought I had lost this.” Sidney rolled back onto the bed and lay next to him. “What is it? It looks like it’s from a storage locker.” He looked over at her …”It is. It’s form the locker that holds everything that ever meant something to. Pictures of my mother, Sam, my grandmothers ring that my mother wore all the time. I put everything there where I started….I must have put the keys in these pants, and since I left them here I haven’t ware them in years.” Sidney watched him hold the key, as though it were a rare diamond. “I’m glad you were able to find it.” She leaned over and kissed him and laid her head on his chest. “What are we going to do about this Sark?” “Well, first it’s Julian. And secondly…I have no idea.” “You know I never imagined you to be the cuddly type.”
“Who says we’re cuddling….I’m allowing you a break before I attack you again.” Sidney raised her head and looked in his eyes. His clear crystal blue eyes that held so many things. She pushed aside the thoughts of good and evil for now. “You’ll never be able to get through my defenses.” He rolled Sidney over so he was hovering over her. “We’ll see!”
Written for the Sarkney Smut Challenge
Rating: R..it's for the R-rated challenge...HELLO??!? :lol:
Word Count: 8,025 words
Summary: After the tramatic death of her father, Sidney decides to locate her mother. Along the way she runs into Sark while he is meeting someone from his past head on.
Disclaimer: Okay so blah, blah, blah...none of the Alias characters belong to me, The underlined part is my quote choice from the movie Fight Club which, also does not belong to me.
Author’s Notes: And, I do plan on continuing the story even after the contest is over..I have about 2 more chapters written. But had to end it and the right point for now.
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Sark leaned against the wall and gently rubbed his fingertips over the rather large welt that was almost done healing on his face. He had been locked up in CIA’s custody for approximately 6 months now. He looked around his cell…there was a 2 x 2 foot window with bars allow him to have minimal sunlight and outside air. A metal bed chained to the wall with one pillow and one wool blanket but other than that, there was nothing. “God...I need to get out of here.” He screamed inside his head. He got off the bed and walked over the plastic wall where he had many conversations with Director Dixon, and Jack Bristow. Vaughn wasn’t allowed to see him again after they discovered Vaughn had quite literally bashed his face in. “He’ll pay for that.” He heard a noise behind him…almost like a “Helicopter?!”, he said out loud. Suddenly he heard a loud bang and the wall with his only window came flying into the room. Bricks were thrown all over the room and dust floated in the air and covered Sark completely from head to toes. “Son of a …” He wasn’t able to finish when a figure completely covered in black including a mask that covered their face came flying into the room. They hooked a safety belt around his waist and clipped the belt to their own safety belt. “Would mind telling my what the hell is going on?” The person didn’t reply but tugged on the safety line and the two of them were lifted into the air and slowly pulled up into the helicopter. Once they were inside and Sark was unhooked he sat back and looked around. A rather large gentleman had been operating the crane that pulled Sark and the masked figure into the helicopter. It felt like the whole thing had taken an hour to occur. “See, I damn well told I could have the whole thing done in 2 minutes. We were in and out of there before they even had time to react.” The masked figure said to the large man who was now sitting next to Sark. “What the hell just happened here?” Sark asked the masked figure. “Well,….the masked figure reached up and peeled of the ski mask to reveal a beautiful chestnut brunette with almost an identical face to Sark…”It seems I just saved you bloody arse, big brother.” Sark looked into the clear blue eyes that were a mirror image of his….”Haaaaaaaaaaaaa….” He laughed out loud as he grabbed his little sister and pulled her into a hug.
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Sark felt relaxed now that he had showered and was wearing Armani. He was brought to her sister’s house outside of Moscow…an old monastery she was converting into a massive house. He knew he would be safe here because no one knew about Sam. He leaned back against the leather sofa and took a sip of the red wine she had given him. His face took a shocked look once he swallowed, “That can’t be!” “Chateau Mouton-Rothschild, Pavillaa, 1979.” She replied. He turned the wine glass in his hand to look again at the red liquid. The wine that was mothers, she had bought a bottle of it right before she died. He had tried to locate another bottle, but had failed. “I was renovating one of the rooms on the 4th floor and I found a large crate in the corner of the room. When I opened it I saw rows and rows of the wine. I guess it was destiny that brought me here.” He placed the glass back on the table and looked over at Sam. She had grown up so much in the past 12 years. He always kept tabs on her and sent her packages every year on her birthday. He even managed to come up and visit once in a while, but not nearly enough. The one thing he wished he could have done better on was raising Sam. After mother died it was just him and her. By the time he was 16 he had done enough work for Irina that he had money to set her up in a school in Switzerland. Irina had taken the two of them under her wing and assisted Sam in finding the Monastery. He watched her as she told one of the servants to bring in another bottle of wine. It was odd to imagine that at 22 she was already a multi-millionaire and owed this massive house. After she left the school she started restoring old paintings for the rich and well to do. Of course in that would she was know as Riley O’Thomas. The hermit who did work out of his home in the Alps. He had set up a false address in Switzerland where all the paintings were sent to and from, no one would have been able to trace it back to Sam. “Sam, what’s going on? “Well, you didn’t think I would let ya rot in the bloody custody of the CIA did ya? I called some old connections and found out where you were. After that it was simply a matter of collecting my things and flying there.” “Does she know that you did this?” She stood up and walked over the couch where he was sitting and sat down next to him. He wrapped his arm around her and she leaned into his shoulder. “Who do you think I asked, when I needed to know where you were?!” He nodded, because he had already known the answer. There was no one else that would have been able to give her that type of information. They sat there together for a while just enjoying each other’s company again. “I miss you Julian.” She whispered before she passed out. He lightly kissed the top of her head. “I miss you too Sam.”
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“I want to know how the HELL he got out of a cell that was 110 feet in the air.” the voice from speaker screamed into Dixon’s office. “It seems Sir, that someone with helicopter placed an explosive device on the wall and blew a hole in it and carried him out through that.” Marshal meekly replied. “I pulled camera footage and was able to see it all happened. It took them about 2 minutes to pull off the whole thing, which actually is quite amazing seeing as that he was being held in”…”I don’t care how impressive it was. I want to know who set the explosive and where they and Mr. Sark are right now.” With that said the conversation was ended and the dial tone replaced the Vice President’s voice. “Well….I think that went well.” Marshal replied. Everyone turned and stared at him. “Well, I thought it did.” “Weiss, Vaughn, I want you to pull everything we have on Sark. His convent connections, his old address….Everything. Marshall, review the footage. See if there is anything there that will help us figure out who that person was.” They all nodded at Dixon and left the room. Dixon sat down in his chair and picked up the closed file on his desk. He opened it and stared at the picture. “Where the hell are you when I really need you, Sidney.”
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Sidney took a sip of the coffee and placed the mug back down on the nightstand. She raised her arms above her head to stretch and got back down to work. She was tracking her mother’s movements in the hope of trying to locate her. She needed to be with her more now than ever. Sidney had been on a mission; retrieve the missing Rambaldhi artifacts from the Covent’s warehouse. An anonymous tip had revealed the location of the warehouse. Sidney didn’t trust anonymous tips…they never came through. She had been right this time. Sidney was about to enter the warehouse when he father yelled out her name. She spun around and saw him running towards her. “Dad, what are you doing here?” “Sidney don’t go in there…it’s a trap. I followed you here when we found out about it. The artifacts aren’t in there. It’s a ploy to bring you out so they can kill you.” Sidney stepped away from the door and went to run back to her car that was parked 2 blocks away when Jack pushed Sidney to the ground. She raised her head just in time to watch her father get shot. Twice, Once in the head, once in the chest.
Sidney shook the memory from her head. After 6 months the memory was still as fresh as though it had happened yesterday. The pain never went away. Bullets that were meant for her had killed her father. She got up off the bed and walked over to the window. She could still see Red Square from her hotel’s window even though the sun had almost gone down. She leaned against the window…Vaughn and her were planning a trip there, their honeymoon. But after her father had been killed she could be with the CIA anymore. She left everything…her apartment, her job, her fiancé. She had left him a letter…a “dear john” letter so to speak. He tired to stop her but when her father died something inside her did too. She couldn’t be with him anymore, her heart was gone. She hadn’t seen or heard from him since then. A buzzing sound brought her back to reality. She turned her head and saw her phone was vibrating on her nightstand. She walked over to answer it….”Yes?” “Agent Bristow…missed me?”
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Vaughn sat at his desk trying to go over everything they had stored on Sark. Aliases, previous address, employers…but his mind kept wandering back to Sidney. This morning as he was getting dressed he pulled open his sock drawer and found the engagement ring under a pair he had taken out. He lifted it out and stared at the shining rock in his hand. His heart hurt all over again. He saw the letter lying underneath and picked it up. The paper was tattered and starting to become worn in the creases where it got folded. He had read it so many times, that now he could recite the letter without even glancing at the words written down.
“Michael,
I lay awake last night and realized that all of the emotions I have inside of me have been used up in the mourning of my dad. The loss of my father has been more devastating to me than anything I can ever express. I don’t have anything left in me anymore. I know that my heart died with my father that day. Watching his death happen before my eyes has changed me. I am no longer the person I was once and I don’t think I will ever be that person again. I am so sorry that I don’t have the strength or courage to say all of this to your face…… It wouldn’t be fair to you if I went though with our engagement knowing that all of this was occurring inside of me. You will always be an important person to me but, I have to leave.
Goodbye,
~ Sidney
He folded the letter back up and placed it and the ring back in his sock drawer. He covered it up with another pair of socks and shut the drawer.
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“What do you want.” He tried not to smile as he heard the venom in he voice. “I asked you a question…did you miss me?” “Seems an awful waste of your one call to use it on someone who won’t do anything to help you, Sark!?” “Oh, I’m not calling you from prison…I’ve been….released.” How, did you manage to escape?” “That’s none of your concern anymore. Your no longer an agent. So I guess I no longer have to call you Agent Bristow…do I ………Sidney?!” “What do you want?” Sark walked out on to the balcony overlooking the countryside. “I know where your mother is. She would like to see you.” Sidney almost dropped her phone. “Where is she?” “I am having directions e-mailed to you as we speak. Seeing as though you’re just in Moscow, you should be able to be here in about 45 minutes.” Sidney was finally able to regain her balance, “How did you get my cell number, how do you know where I’m at, and how did you get my e-mail?” Sark smiled and turned around to look back into the sitting room. Irina and Sam were sitting on the couch. Sam closed her laptop and nodded to him. The directions had been sent, Irina looked up and smiled. “Just like you Sidney, I have my connections too.” He hung up the phone. “She’ll be here in 30 minutes.”
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“Status Report…what do we have?” Dixon looked around his office at Weiss, Vaughn and Marshall. “Well….” Weiss looked up, “Nothing sir.” None of the old connections pan out. “No one has seen or heard from Sark in the past 6 months.” Vaughn added. Dixon looked over at Marshal. “I scanned the footage and enhanced it 20 times the normal magnification…” “Marshall!” “…But I have nothing sir.” Dixon slammed his fist against the desk. “Damn it!!”
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Sidney pulled up the long drive to what seemed to be an old monastery. She pulled around the circular drive and parked under a large tree. As she got out and started walking towards the front door she saw her mother standing at the entrance waiting for her. She walked over to her and they just looked at each other for what seemed like hours. “Mom….” Sidney whispered out. Irina immediately reached out and pulled Sidney against her. She let Sidney sob on her shoulder and gently ran her hand over her hair. She even allowed herself to sob silently along for the man that had always held her heart.
The two of them stood there for a long time just holding each other…mourning and comforting each other over the loss of the man that had meant so much to both of them. Sark watched them from the patio above. When he saw Sidney collapse against her mother something inside him twitched. He wanted to run down there and hold. Help her to forget that her father was gone. He couldn’t understand why the twitch had appeared. “My heart hurts for her.” He wrapped his arm around Sam and pulled her against him. “I know why you’re infatuated with her though.” He turned his head abruptly and stared at her. She was smiling…knowing that she could always get a reaction from him. “What the hell are you talking about?” “Please…you can’t play bloody games with me. I know you.” She said as she poked him the stomach. “Every time you came up here before you were always moaning about agent Bristow…Sidney this…Sidney that. She sparks something in you…an all I’m saying is that no I know why.” Sark turned and looked back at Sidney. Irina and her were walking into the house. I’m not infatuated with Sidney, he thought to himself. The twitch in his stomach came back as he turned to walk back down stairs.
Sidney had her arm wrapped around her mother’s waist and Irina had her wrapped around Sidney’s shoulders. A stranger would have seen the two of them together and would never have guessed that this was the most contact that they have ever had. This was the first since Sidney was a child that she could remember feeling like she really had a mother. Irina brought Sidney over to the couch in the main sitting room and sat her down. She walked over to the bar to pour Sidney something to drink. “Welcome to my house Agent Bristow.” Sidney turned and saw a petite brunette walking towards her. On closer inspection she saw that the women had Sark’s face…almost as though they could have been twins. The women stopped in front of Sidney and held out her hand. “I’m Samantha Lazarey...but everyone call me Sam.” Sidney was too stunned to do anything but stare. “Weren’t you ever taught that it’s rude to stare at people, Sidney?” Sark said as he walked into the room behind Sam. He really wanted to laugh at Sidney’s reaction to meeting his sister for the first time but he knew that he had to play his role. He was going to stand next to Sam but the closer he got to Sidney, the twitch in his stomach grew bigger and bigger. So he decided to sit in the armchair behind her.
Sam laughed out loud and lowered her hand, “It’s okay. I know it has to be a bit of a shock. Julian and I are brother and sister. He is my older brother!” She purposely put the emphases on older and laughed again as Sark growled at that. “Only by 3 years.”, He grumbled. Sidney sat down on the couch still trying to figure out what was going on. How could someone like Sark who was a heartless assassin have a sister who lit up a room with her laughter? She watched as Sam threw herself on top of Sark. He made an Ouff sound and smiled as he started poking her. “How does no one know about you?” Sidney was able to finally ask. Irina sat down next to her and handed Sidney a glass of wine. “I’ve been able to keep Sam completely hidden over the years.” Sidney turned and stared at her mother. “You’ve known about this?” “Irina nodded. “I watched over her. Helped put her in school, found her this house…I watched over her like a daughter.” She turned and looked at Sidney. “You weren’t around so I did for Sam what I wanted to do for you. Sidney laid the glass of wine on the table and dropped her head to her hands. Sam stood up and walked over to her. “You must be exhausted. You must stay here. I have…plenty of room.” She said as she laughed. “Oh no…I really think…” “Nonsense Sidney.” Irina said. “You’re staying here. Staying in a hotel isn’t safe for you at all. At least here you will have security and protection.” Sidney looked over at Sark who raised an eyebrow at her. Sidney simply nodded. “Good! Davis…please bring in Ms. Bristow’s bags from her car. She will be staying in the Garden room.” Irina stood up and said that she would help Davis. “Julian would you please show Sidney up to her room. I need to go into the kitchen and start helping to make dinner.” He nodded and stood up. Sidney stood and followed him. She walked up the stairs and was simply amazed at the size of the place. “I sometime think it’s too big for her. But then she tells me that she wouldn’t have it any other way.” Sidney watched the back of Sark’s head as he talked. She could see the love he had for his sister. She was just having a hard believing that he was capable of love. They walked up three flights of stairs and came to stop in front of the first door down the hallway. “Your mom is in the room right above you. She always stays there.” “Hmph!” Sidney said as he shook her head. She has her own room here, she thought. Sark opened the door and led her into the room. She was stunned into silence again as she walked in behind him. The room was as big as half of her hotel’s lobby. She saw the pale flowers painted on the walls and realized why it was called the garden room.
Sark watched Sidney look around the room. He flipped on the television for some sound and saw that ESPN2 was showing the finals of a bowling competition. “I never understood the competitive nature in this. Ooo, You throw a 9-pound ball faster that I do.” Sidney looked over at him…he was standing in front of the t.v. with the remote in his hand, waving it all over the place while he was talking. She could help the laughter that came out of her mouth. Sark looked over and saw her laughing,…”What is so funny?” “Well, that was a very dramatic speech you gave, Even more so with the flailing of the arms.” He didn’t think what he said was funny and grimaced again. Sidney walked over to where he was standing. “See bowling isn’t just about speed. It’s about control, patience, agility, and timing. You have to wait for the precise moment when everything disappears and it’s just you and the lane. You control yourself making sure that your completely focused on the goal. Moving and adjusting so that everything lines up and then controlling the release so that everything is taken down at the same time.” Sark felt like he had just been read a passage out of the Karma Sutra book. Sidney looked over at him…Has his eyes always been that blue? , She wondered. Before she realized what she was doing she had raised her hand to his face. She felt his pulse throbbing under her fingertips. He stood there drowning in her eyes. He lifted his own hand and moved a strand of hair away from her eyes. “I should go down and see if Sam needs any help.” Sidney was brought back to reality when he spoke. “Umm, Yes. Thanks.” He nodded and started walking towards the door. With his hand on the handle to pull the door closed behind him and stopped and looked up at Sidney. “I know that you have a lot of questions. After dinner we’ll all sit down and talk.” She nodded and watched him leave. “What the hell is going on here.”, She said as she threw herself on the bed.
Sark walked towards the stairs thinking about what had just happened in Sidney’s room. He wanted to kiss her. He felt it all the way down in his toes. He knew that logically with him being an assassin and her being CIA…Ex-CIA, that he shouldn’t want his. He turned back around and headed to Sidney’s door again. Without knocking he opened the door and walked in. Sidney was lying on the bed and jumped up when the door flew open. “Just what do you think your doing you son of a ……” She was cut off by Sark grabbing her and pulling her against him. His mouth came down on Sidney’s, hard. His tongue teased open Sidney’s mouth and he ravished her. His hands were gripping Sidney’s arms but she didn’t notice. The shock had faded into the background and Sidney moved her head so he could have better access. She wanted this. She wanted it when she had her hand on his face. She didn’t know why but she couldn’t stop it...even if she wanted to. His hands had let go of her arms and had made their way into her hair. He gripped and pulled her hair so that her face was tilting upwards. He started kissing her neck. He found the place where her pulse was throbbing and let his tongue flicker over it. Sidney’s hands were at the back of his neck She was running her fingernails through his hair against his scalp. When he ran his tongue over her neck she began purring. The sound of her purring is what brought Sark back to reality. He was ready and willing to take Sidney right there. It was as though she too realized what was about to happen and pulled back form him just as he was pulling back from her. They stood there staring at each other trying to let what had just happened sink in. “I have to go.” Sark said and he turned to leave. “So, that’s it. That’s all your going to say. I have to go. That’s it.” “What the hell do you want me to say Sidney. Sorry…Sorry I was about to throw you on the bed and make love to you? I’m not your agent Vaughn. I’m not a bumbling idiot that is going to apologize for not being able to finish the job.” “You know nothing about Vaughn and how dare you even bring him into this conversation. This isn’t about him. This about what just happened here. Damn it!!! I wanted that to happen. I didn’t want you to stop. I have no idea why…you’re this evil assassin. I’m supposed to want to kill you not…….” “What? f*** me? Well too bad sweetheart! You and I both are stuck in the same place on that one.” Sidney and Sark were now standing inches away form each other again but this time is was because of anger, not unrealized passion. “Your so god damn arrogant. You think that you’re this immortal god …your not. You’re a killer.” “And, you think your so f***ing special. Well, You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.” “I hate you.” “Likewise dear.” Suddenly the two of them were once again wrapped up in each other’s arms, clawing and pawing at each other. “You have too many clothes on.” ‘I know.” Sidney replied as Sark ripped her shirt open. Buttons went flying across the room in every direction. Once her shirt was off Sark lowered his mouth to her breast and began to suckle.
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While this was going on inside the room, Just outside Irina and Davis has arrived with the luggage. Davis was about to enter when Irina heard a moan come out of the room. Hmm, so that’s where he has been this whole time. She thought to herself. “Davis…just leave the bags out here. Sidney was very tired and I think she may have gone to bed.” “Yes, Madame.” Irina turned and walked back down the stairs with a smile on her face. She’ll have to remember to speak to Julian later.
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They had finally managed to make it to the bed. Sidney had arched her back so that Sark would have better access to her. He teased her nipple through the lace of her bra. She moaned out loud at the strain of it against the barrier of the lace. He had finally unclasped the last hook and was able to peel away her bra. Her took her one breast in his mouth again and flickered his tongue over the nipple. He had the other breast in his hand and was working that one with his thumb. Sidney was overwhelmed by combination and felt herself explode on the orgasm that slammed into her. He took his hand and moved it down to the button of her pants. He moved his mouth over to the breast his hand just released and began torturing that one. He had unsnapped her pants and was beginning to pull them off of her. They only got as far as her ankles when she kicked them the rest of the way off. She pulled his hand back up and brought it to her panties. He began rubbing his hand against her through her underwear. She was moving against him rocking and thrusting against his hand. He peeled away her panties brought his hand back up. He could feel how wet she was. He pushed his fingers into her and felt her tighten around him. She gasped when he pushed into her. He watched her as she rubbed her breasts and arched her back. She was lying completely naked in front of him and he loved it. He felt her start to shake and pulled out. He wanted her to go over with him inside her. When he pulled his hands out of her she sat up and pulled his mouth back down on top of hers. She pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the ground. She pulled her mouth away and began sucking on his earlobe. “I want you in me.” His eyes rolled in to the back of his head when she said that. He undid his belt buckle and then his pants. Together they pushed his pants and boxers off and threw them to ground where his shirt was. She took his hard c*** in her hand. He moaned out loud when she grasped him. She guided him into her and pushed him down on the bed. She threw her head back and began riding him as she rubbed her breasts. He ran his hand over her stomach as she rode him. Her moaning became louder and louder. She came violently against him and shook as the second orgasm her, and he was about to come himself. Sidney began riding harder and harder. Then she cried out as he came into her. She collapsed on top of him as he finished going over the edge himself.
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They lay there for a while, trying to recapture their breath. Sidney finally rolled off of Sark and sat on the edge of the bed. Sark turned his head and watched her. “I don’t know what is going on here. I don’t think I even want to know. But…we will need to figure it out.” “I agree. It’s not every day that an escaped convict has sex with the person that got him arrested.” Sidney turned around ready to scream at him when she saw him smirking. She picked up his pants and threw them at him. “Bloody Hell…that hurt!” “Good you deserved it!” He looked over and glowered at her and she was grinning. “I got stabbed with something.” He pulled out a locker key that had a safety pin attached to the end. It had opened up and when Sidney threw the pants it was what had stabbed him. “Oh my…I thought I had lost this.” Sidney rolled back onto the bed and lay next to him. “What is it? It looks like it’s from a storage locker.” He looked over at her …”It is. It’s form the locker that holds everything that ever meant something to. Pictures of my mother, Sam, my grandmothers ring that my mother wore all the time. I put everything there where I started….I must have put the keys in these pants, and since I left them here I haven’t ware them in years.” Sidney watched him hold the key, as though it were a rare diamond. “I’m glad you were able to find it.” She leaned over and kissed him and laid her head on his chest. “What are we going to do about this Sark?” “Well, first it’s Julian. And secondly…I have no idea.” “You know I never imagined you to be the cuddly type.”
“Who says we’re cuddling….I’m allowing you a break before I attack you again.” Sidney raised her head and looked in his eyes. His clear crystal blue eyes that held so many things. She pushed aside the thoughts of good and evil for now. “You’ll never be able to get through my defenses.” He rolled Sidney over so he was hovering over her. “We’ll see!”
Do add me to your PM list; now gotta run coz I have to read your fic! 
wonderful job and lovely bad a$$ sark 
Ahhh...and weeks later. I hate it when real-life gets in the way of my Sarkney based obsession, don't you? 