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Title: Someday We’ll Know
Author: Mystic83
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sydney had finally found the love she had wanted so desperately for years. Together, she and Sark had formed a life they could both be content with. But when a few old faces show up again, it will take every ounce of their beings to make sure that they can find a way to be together.
Disclaimer: I’ve borrowed all the characters from the great mind of J.J. Abrams.
Timeline: This is the sequel to Dare You To Move. Check it out if you haven’t read it yet…
Chapter One
Sydney Bristow stepped outside of the store with a handful of packages clutched tightly in her right hand. Shopping had always been one of her favorite things to do, and it was twice as fun when it was in New York City. Smiling shyly to the security guard who held the door open for her, she began to make her way down Park Avenue to her penthouse apartment.
Standing at the intersection, waiting for the light to turn red so that she could cross the street, she picked up bits and pieces of people’s conversations. There was a slightly drunk looking man who was checking her upside down. “He’s lucky I’m in such a good mood or I’d break out the old spy skills,” she thought to herself.
Next to the old man was a trio of young teenagers. They were looking her up and down, and she caught something about how you could always tell the natives from the tourists in New York City. The natives were just so much classier.
Sydney looked down at her outfit. It wasn’t that much. Just a nice khaki skirt and a t-shirt she had purchased from the Gap. The hat she was wearing she had stolen from Julian without him knowing. It pleased…. no, more like comforted, her to know that part of her apparel was his
There was a young couple talking about how they couldn’t afford to even look at half the things in the shops in this part of Manhattan. She smiled to herself. She would have been thinking the exact same thing a few years earlier.
That was before she let herself fall completely and madly in love with the one man she had grown to hate with all her being. “It sounds like a horrible Lifetime movie,” she chuckled to herself. “My Adversary, My Lover.”
Sark had done everything right to keep her hating him for the rest of their lives. For some reason, it hadn’t been enough. Looking back, she wasn’t surprise to realize she had stopped hating him and begun to love him. There was a subtle change in him that she didn’t notice until she could look at it retrospectively.
She wasn’t sure if it was when she realized that he could read her like an open book. Or when he told her that he didn’t love her but he had always wanted her. Maybe it was when he, both selflessly and selfishly, chose to save her life over the life of his sister’s and then told her that he could never get enough of her.
Somewhere, between I could never love you and I can never imagine you not being in my life to screw it up, they had fallen for each other as hard as one could.
“And we haven’t looked back since,” she whispered to herself.
“Did you say something?” the old man standing next to her asked.
“No. I guess I’m just lost in my thoughts.”
“You look like a girl that would have very happy thoughts,” he said politely
“Thank you. I am happy,” she said with a smile as she began to cross the streets.
Happy thoughts. It was weird to realize that she was actually capable of having happy thoughts. For so much of her life, she only experienced misery and pain. Some of it was self-inflicted, some of it just came with the territory. All of it, she could have done without.
Sark coming into her life only complicated it more. She had cursed herself for falling in love. At the time, it seemed like the last thing she needed. But in the back of her head, there was a little voice screaming that it was exactly what she needed. Exactly.
Now she knew that the little voice was right. He was the best thing that could have ever happened. When she was about to lose all hope, he taught her that she wasn’t some kind of hurricane destroying everything in her path. She wasn’t some prophesized train wreck ready to destroy the whole world. She was just herself, Sydney Bristow.
She had once been an ex-CIA spy, fired from a job that was once all she had. Her old partner, one of the few people she inherently trusted, dismissed her as if nothing she had done was that important. She feared she would never know the real reasons behind that dismissal because she never intended to go back to that life. It was a closed chapter.
Sydney smiled at the doorman to her Park Avenue penthouse as he greeted her by name.
“Hello, Miss Sydney. Mr. Julian wanted me to make sure you remembered that you have a dinner date tonight.”
“Of course I remember, William.” Sydney rolled her eyes. “Does he really think I’m the type of person to forget our anniversary?”
“Men are crazy sometimes, Miss Sydney.”
“Don’t I know it! If you could only hear the stories I could tell you!” Sydney gave William a small kiss on the cheek.
“I’m sure a sweet girl like you can’t have that many stories.”
“Honey, you don’t know the half of it,” she said as she waved goodbye. It was nice to know that she still had an underlying charm that made people want to get close to her. It was one of her greatest assets as a spy, and it turns out that it wasn’t just her spy work. She really did have the power of a charmer.
Thinking of the man she was coming home to everyday, she realized that that was just another thing they shared in common. “The list continues,” she murmured as she made her way across the marble tile floor of the lobby.
She had never thought that she would end up living in Manhattan with Sark. He was a man that she had once thought was completely her opposite. Every ounce of good she had in herself was comparable to every ounce of bad he had in himself. It didn’t take her long to realize that she wasn’t inherently good, and he wasn’t inherently bad. They were both a little of both.
That day fifteen months earlier, she had met him downstairs for lunch in their flat outside Hyde Park. He had surprised her with plane tickets and a promise of a better world to live in. She had quickly told him that as long as he was with her, the world couldn’t get much brighter.
He had taken her to New York and immediately lavished her with expensive things. He said that is was his right as the man she loved to make sure that she never forgot it. And then he had given her the one thing she had never thought he could buy. The one thing that she didn’t even realize she wanted.
A normal life.
He had sold some of his more shady dealings in the underground, spy world in an effort to “clean himself up” for her. If she remembered correctly, he had said, “You deserve a better man than me, Sydney. But since you seem hell-bent on staying by my side, I’m going to try to be that better man.”
She had urged him not to change for her, and he had assured her that he wasn’t. And he stayed true to his word. He didn’t change. He just shifted his focus into something more productive. Mainly, her.
He used the money from his sales to purchase a corporation that would be going bankrupt any day now. A corporation that he gave to her as a present on her birthday that year.
“Do what you want with it, Syd,” he had said. “I want you to have a normal life. I know it’s the thing you’ve always wanted, and that by sticking by my side, you’ve pretty much sacrificed any hope of having it. I’m not guaranteeing our lives won’t be bumpy and full of the usual espionage adventures. I’m just trying to give you a chance to reduce the craziness.”
She had almost asked him to marry her on the spot. No one had ever made such a selfless gesture for her. No one.
But no matter what she did, she was still afraid that he was going to wake up one morning and decide that this whole thing was a mistake. That he didn’t really love her. That he never really had. She was just a passing phase, which did just that. It passed.
It was a fear that haunted her every day. It lurked in the back of her mind and reared its ugly head at the most inopportune moments. But somehow, Sydney had found a way to push her fears to the back of her mind and put her heart and soul into developing this corporation.
Now, “Irina” was the hottest clothing line in all of New York City and many other cities around the world. Together with Sark, they turned the company’s future around and made it part of the Fortune 500. Within months of taking over, the stores in Paris, London, Berlin, and Sydney had all tripled their sales.
As acting CEO, Sydney spent most of her days saddled down with tons of paperwork and angry designers. And she couldn’t be happier. It was just all so normal and perfect.
She stepped in to the elevator and nodded at the man operating it. “Top floor please.” She got out her key card and swiped it through a panel, giving the elevator access to the floor she had just requested. Smiling, she remembered the day when Sark had first brought her here.
He had told her that she was the most precious thing in his life and it had took him forever to find a place he felt safe leaving her in. The penthouse had the security system of Fort Knox, but at first or even second glance, no one could tell. There were motion sensors and multiple pass keys, and that was just to start.
Sark moved them into the one building in New York that had never been penetrated by thieves or even spies. He seemed quite proud of the fact that it was one of his holdings that had built and secured the building. When she asked him the reason for all the security, he simple smirked and said, “Well, I can’t have you getting killed again. The first time was plenty.”
She still felt small jolts from the implant the Covenant had placed on her heart. It was as if it wanted to assure her that her body would never be completely her own. There would always be a piece of her enemies’ with her at all times.
Getting past this fact had been hard. It would have been a lot harder if Sark hadn’t been there to constantly assure her of how important that little implant had been in keeping them together. She could never imagine what he had gone through, watching her die and then seeing her come back to life again, knowing that he was the real reason she had been shot in the first place. His love had put her in jeopardy.
Sydney was happy that they had seemingly put that whole past behind them. Lina had been buried in the family cemetery back in Moscow, and neither one of them had mentioned her since. No one except she, Sark, and her father knew of what really went on at that club that night two years ago. And they planned on keeping it that way.
She knew the real reason that they never talked about it, though. In their own ways, they both blamed themselves for not being able to handle the situation better. They could both easily come up with a list of a hundred different things to do differently that would have changed the outcome.
A small ding broke Sydney away from her thoughts of the past as the elevator doors opened slowly.
Stepping out of the elevator and straight into their private penthouse floor, she set her bags down on the front table and checked the machine. She couldn’t help but get a little excited by the flashing number one. It was nice to come home to your boyfriend’s voice even when he wasn’t there.
Pressing the button, she stopped in her tracks as an unlikely voice began to speak.
Author: Mystic83
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sydney had finally found the love she had wanted so desperately for years. Together, she and Sark had formed a life they could both be content with. But when a few old faces show up again, it will take every ounce of their beings to make sure that they can find a way to be together.
Disclaimer: I’ve borrowed all the characters from the great mind of J.J. Abrams.
Timeline: This is the sequel to Dare You To Move. Check it out if you haven’t read it yet…
Chapter One
Sydney Bristow stepped outside of the store with a handful of packages clutched tightly in her right hand. Shopping had always been one of her favorite things to do, and it was twice as fun when it was in New York City. Smiling shyly to the security guard who held the door open for her, she began to make her way down Park Avenue to her penthouse apartment.
Standing at the intersection, waiting for the light to turn red so that she could cross the street, she picked up bits and pieces of people’s conversations. There was a slightly drunk looking man who was checking her upside down. “He’s lucky I’m in such a good mood or I’d break out the old spy skills,” she thought to herself.
Next to the old man was a trio of young teenagers. They were looking her up and down, and she caught something about how you could always tell the natives from the tourists in New York City. The natives were just so much classier.
Sydney looked down at her outfit. It wasn’t that much. Just a nice khaki skirt and a t-shirt she had purchased from the Gap. The hat she was wearing she had stolen from Julian without him knowing. It pleased…. no, more like comforted, her to know that part of her apparel was his
There was a young couple talking about how they couldn’t afford to even look at half the things in the shops in this part of Manhattan. She smiled to herself. She would have been thinking the exact same thing a few years earlier.
That was before she let herself fall completely and madly in love with the one man she had grown to hate with all her being. “It sounds like a horrible Lifetime movie,” she chuckled to herself. “My Adversary, My Lover.”
Sark had done everything right to keep her hating him for the rest of their lives. For some reason, it hadn’t been enough. Looking back, she wasn’t surprise to realize she had stopped hating him and begun to love him. There was a subtle change in him that she didn’t notice until she could look at it retrospectively.
She wasn’t sure if it was when she realized that he could read her like an open book. Or when he told her that he didn’t love her but he had always wanted her. Maybe it was when he, both selflessly and selfishly, chose to save her life over the life of his sister’s and then told her that he could never get enough of her.
Somewhere, between I could never love you and I can never imagine you not being in my life to screw it up, they had fallen for each other as hard as one could.
“And we haven’t looked back since,” she whispered to herself.
“Did you say something?” the old man standing next to her asked.
“No. I guess I’m just lost in my thoughts.”
“You look like a girl that would have very happy thoughts,” he said politely
“Thank you. I am happy,” she said with a smile as she began to cross the streets.
Happy thoughts. It was weird to realize that she was actually capable of having happy thoughts. For so much of her life, she only experienced misery and pain. Some of it was self-inflicted, some of it just came with the territory. All of it, she could have done without.
Sark coming into her life only complicated it more. She had cursed herself for falling in love. At the time, it seemed like the last thing she needed. But in the back of her head, there was a little voice screaming that it was exactly what she needed. Exactly.
Now she knew that the little voice was right. He was the best thing that could have ever happened. When she was about to lose all hope, he taught her that she wasn’t some kind of hurricane destroying everything in her path. She wasn’t some prophesized train wreck ready to destroy the whole world. She was just herself, Sydney Bristow.
She had once been an ex-CIA spy, fired from a job that was once all she had. Her old partner, one of the few people she inherently trusted, dismissed her as if nothing she had done was that important. She feared she would never know the real reasons behind that dismissal because she never intended to go back to that life. It was a closed chapter.
Sydney smiled at the doorman to her Park Avenue penthouse as he greeted her by name.
“Hello, Miss Sydney. Mr. Julian wanted me to make sure you remembered that you have a dinner date tonight.”
“Of course I remember, William.” Sydney rolled her eyes. “Does he really think I’m the type of person to forget our anniversary?”
“Men are crazy sometimes, Miss Sydney.”
“Don’t I know it! If you could only hear the stories I could tell you!” Sydney gave William a small kiss on the cheek.
“I’m sure a sweet girl like you can’t have that many stories.”
“Honey, you don’t know the half of it,” she said as she waved goodbye. It was nice to know that she still had an underlying charm that made people want to get close to her. It was one of her greatest assets as a spy, and it turns out that it wasn’t just her spy work. She really did have the power of a charmer.
Thinking of the man she was coming home to everyday, she realized that that was just another thing they shared in common. “The list continues,” she murmured as she made her way across the marble tile floor of the lobby.
She had never thought that she would end up living in Manhattan with Sark. He was a man that she had once thought was completely her opposite. Every ounce of good she had in herself was comparable to every ounce of bad he had in himself. It didn’t take her long to realize that she wasn’t inherently good, and he wasn’t inherently bad. They were both a little of both.
That day fifteen months earlier, she had met him downstairs for lunch in their flat outside Hyde Park. He had surprised her with plane tickets and a promise of a better world to live in. She had quickly told him that as long as he was with her, the world couldn’t get much brighter.
He had taken her to New York and immediately lavished her with expensive things. He said that is was his right as the man she loved to make sure that she never forgot it. And then he had given her the one thing she had never thought he could buy. The one thing that she didn’t even realize she wanted.
A normal life.
He had sold some of his more shady dealings in the underground, spy world in an effort to “clean himself up” for her. If she remembered correctly, he had said, “You deserve a better man than me, Sydney. But since you seem hell-bent on staying by my side, I’m going to try to be that better man.”
She had urged him not to change for her, and he had assured her that he wasn’t. And he stayed true to his word. He didn’t change. He just shifted his focus into something more productive. Mainly, her.
He used the money from his sales to purchase a corporation that would be going bankrupt any day now. A corporation that he gave to her as a present on her birthday that year.
“Do what you want with it, Syd,” he had said. “I want you to have a normal life. I know it’s the thing you’ve always wanted, and that by sticking by my side, you’ve pretty much sacrificed any hope of having it. I’m not guaranteeing our lives won’t be bumpy and full of the usual espionage adventures. I’m just trying to give you a chance to reduce the craziness.”
She had almost asked him to marry her on the spot. No one had ever made such a selfless gesture for her. No one.
But no matter what she did, she was still afraid that he was going to wake up one morning and decide that this whole thing was a mistake. That he didn’t really love her. That he never really had. She was just a passing phase, which did just that. It passed.
It was a fear that haunted her every day. It lurked in the back of her mind and reared its ugly head at the most inopportune moments. But somehow, Sydney had found a way to push her fears to the back of her mind and put her heart and soul into developing this corporation.
Now, “Irina” was the hottest clothing line in all of New York City and many other cities around the world. Together with Sark, they turned the company’s future around and made it part of the Fortune 500. Within months of taking over, the stores in Paris, London, Berlin, and Sydney had all tripled their sales.
As acting CEO, Sydney spent most of her days saddled down with tons of paperwork and angry designers. And she couldn’t be happier. It was just all so normal and perfect.
She stepped in to the elevator and nodded at the man operating it. “Top floor please.” She got out her key card and swiped it through a panel, giving the elevator access to the floor she had just requested. Smiling, she remembered the day when Sark had first brought her here.
He had told her that she was the most precious thing in his life and it had took him forever to find a place he felt safe leaving her in. The penthouse had the security system of Fort Knox, but at first or even second glance, no one could tell. There were motion sensors and multiple pass keys, and that was just to start.
Sark moved them into the one building in New York that had never been penetrated by thieves or even spies. He seemed quite proud of the fact that it was one of his holdings that had built and secured the building. When she asked him the reason for all the security, he simple smirked and said, “Well, I can’t have you getting killed again. The first time was plenty.”
She still felt small jolts from the implant the Covenant had placed on her heart. It was as if it wanted to assure her that her body would never be completely her own. There would always be a piece of her enemies’ with her at all times.
Getting past this fact had been hard. It would have been a lot harder if Sark hadn’t been there to constantly assure her of how important that little implant had been in keeping them together. She could never imagine what he had gone through, watching her die and then seeing her come back to life again, knowing that he was the real reason she had been shot in the first place. His love had put her in jeopardy.
Sydney was happy that they had seemingly put that whole past behind them. Lina had been buried in the family cemetery back in Moscow, and neither one of them had mentioned her since. No one except she, Sark, and her father knew of what really went on at that club that night two years ago. And they planned on keeping it that way.
She knew the real reason that they never talked about it, though. In their own ways, they both blamed themselves for not being able to handle the situation better. They could both easily come up with a list of a hundred different things to do differently that would have changed the outcome.
A small ding broke Sydney away from her thoughts of the past as the elevator doors opened slowly.
Stepping out of the elevator and straight into their private penthouse floor, she set her bags down on the front table and checked the machine. She couldn’t help but get a little excited by the flashing number one. It was nice to come home to your boyfriend’s voice even when he wasn’t there.
Pressing the button, she stopped in her tracks as an unlikely voice began to speak.