"Vaughn?" Sydney spoke in a feeble voice. Indeed it was Vaughn, but
not the same Vaughn Sydney knew a few months back. This Vaughn seemed
different, distant, and enraged. His face glowed a bright red as he kept
his attention at the back of Sark's head.
"Sydney," He spoke in a shaky voice, "Get off ... the plane." His words seemed to come out in huffs. Sydney, now panick stricken, looked from where Vaughn was pointing the gun at to Sark's face. It appeared calm and calculated, no sign of stress or worry.
"Vaughn, please don't do this! He sa-"
"No!" He barked, not daring to tear his eyes away from his target. "You don't understand what you're saying. He's brainwashed you."
"Vaughn, I'm perfectly capable of speaking what I think. I have not been-" but Sydney broke off. Vaughn was now looking at her, desperation shadowed his usual cheerful green eyes, sadness seemed to have aged his face: Dark circles were apparent underneath his eyes, his 5 'o clock shadow was now almost a full beard. Sydney wanted to crash into him at that moment. Vaughn turned his attention quickly back to Sark.
"Get up." He ordered him, jabbing him in the back of his neck. Sark obeyed him, lifting his hands into the air. As Vaughn was about to bark out another command, Sark's arm swung around and grabbed the gun. The two men began to struggle over the gun. With a swift kick, Vaughn stumbled backwards as the gun went flying in the air and landed in front of Sydney. Without hesitation, she grabbed it and lifted it towards Sark and Vaughn. They were both now standing in front of her. Vaughn leapt towards Sark and restrained his arms from behind him. Sydney could still see Vaughn's head over Sark's top left shoulder.
"Sydney! Shoot him now!" Vaughn bellowed from behind. Sydney didn't move but kept the gun pointed at the two men. "Sydney, do it now!"
Suddenly, Sydney's breathing became very apparent to her and everything slowed down. Vaughn continued to yell at her but Sark starred at her. His piercing blue eyes saying everything he needed to say. Sydney aimed the gun and fired, all of it remaining in slow motion. She watched as Vaughn's limp body fell to the floor dead.
Sydney stood still for a few moments, gun still raised but her eyes still on Vaughn's dead body. The gun slipped out of her hands and fell onto the floor. Everything remained mute to her.
Sark, very shaken, took a few steps forward towards Sydney. He now noticed her shaking and how quickly her eyes were becoming red. He doesn't touch her, though every inch of him is screaming for her, he only watches. Sydney's eyes meet his and they lock instantly.
"Thank you," he says softly, "You saved my life."
"I chose you," she spoke, her voice abnormally shark. Finally, her façade broke and she began to break down in sobs and she fell into Sark's arms. He held her tightly, breathing in her scent and thanking god he was alive to smell it. Sydney wiped the tears out of her eyes and looked out the window. She immediately pulled away from him.
"Shit, we have company." She told him. Sark turned and saw a black vehicle pull up a few yards away from the plane. Sydney and Sark moved towards the window, still disguised by the shadowy compartment. They saw Irina and Sloane step out of the vehicle and Sark breathed in sharply. Sydney stood up quickly.
"I have a plan." She spoke in a confident voice and Sark nodded.
- - -
Minutes later, Sark stepped off the plane in his usual sly fashion and walked up to Irina and Sloane who stood by their car.
"Hello, fancy meeting you here." Sark spoke in his familiar mocking tone.
"Cut the bull shit, Sark. Where's Sydney?" said Sloane with much aggression in his voice. Sark seemed unmoved by this comment.
"She ran from me. Haven't seen her since." Sark replied in a cool fashion," tell me, how did Mr. Vaughn come across my location. You see, I was quite shocked to see him here. Looking for my blood and all." He watched as a smile spread across Irina's face.
"I have no idea what you mean," Irina said.
"Now, that's not the truth Irina."
"Neither was your story. Now tell us." She demanded in return.
"Oh, she is somewhere but I'm not saying a word until you tell me how Vaughn found me."
"That would be my doing. I thought if I called Vaughn and give him clues on where you and Sydney were that he could do the dirty work for us." Irina grinned, "I knew he would never kill Sydney so I was sure she was safe."
"Sark, you have been on the run for far too long. It's time to turn yourself in." Sloane told Sark, his face beginning to turn purple. "If you tell us where Sydney is right now I'll promise not to hurt her."
Sark did not say a word in return but looked back at the plane.
"Come on Sark, you can't keep running forever." Sloane told him. Sark smirked to himself as he looked back.
"Oh can't I?" he responded. Sloane and Irina exchanged looks of confusion. Suddenly there was a rain of shots that erupted above their heads. They both jumped and took to the ground, shielding their heads with their hands. Sark quickly ran towards the plane and before neither Sloane nor Irina knew it, he had disappeared in it. Sark slammed the door behind him and looked to his left where Sydney stood with a gun in her hand. Without a word spoken she tossed the gun into an empty seat and moved towards the front of the plane as Sark sat in the pilot's sea. He began reaching for levers and buttons with ease, only to hesitate on some.
"How long has it been since you've flown this thing?" Sydney asked as the plane came to a rumbling start.
"Uh, few years I believe. It's not that difficult." Sark said in an uncertain voice as the plane began to rumble forward as they heard bullets bounce off of the plane exterior. Sydney looked out the window and saw Sloane's reinforcements had arrived and began to fire at them.
"Shit," Sydney mumbled underneath her breath, "You better get this tin bucket in the air quickly. We have company." She told him, he nodded in response and pulled towards the runway. Shots continued to be fired as they lifted off the ground but only to fall back down again. Sark swore as he pulled the plane back into the air and it was finally air bound. Sloane cursed at their escape.
"Continue to fire! I want that plane down." He ordered his men. He squinted as the plane continued to fly away.
"It doesn't matter" Irina hissed, also watching the plane fly away "Where ever Sark and Sydney go, we will find them."
Suddenly the plane took a violent drop from altitude. They took a nose five into the forest below it and in seconds was engulfed in flames. Sloane stood there, everyone in the airport became still as they watched the flames spread amongst the trees. He finally took a sharp breath in and said, "Get a team out there to check for survivors. If they find any, kill them." Sloane turned his heel and headed towards his vehicle. Irina stood there for a second after Sloane walked away, allowing the grief sweep over her entire body imanging if Sydney was lost. She felt tears form in her eyes but she saw people looking at her and blinked them back.
"Get over to that wreckage and find bodies." She barked at them in her usual demeanor and stalked back to the vehicle as well. - - -
A few hours later, after shifting through bits and pieces of the plane. They found no bodies in the remains. Sloane was furious.
"They're gone sir." One shaky man told him.
"What do you mean their gone?" Sloane questioned as he sat in his car.
"We didn't find any bodies in the wreckage, sir." He replied, eyes wide with fear. Sloane did not respond quickly, but gritted his teeth with anger.
"Search the area, I want dead bodies! If you don't find any, I'll make them." Sloane growled in a low voice as he rolled his window. Bitterly, Sloane turned on the ignition and drove away. Quietly, planning his revenge against Sark and Sydney.
- - - Some where in the pacific ----
"Another fruit smoothie, my dear?"
"Oh no, I absolutely couldn't! I've already had two today."
Sydney sat in a beach chair, her deep maroon colored hair fell gracefully against her now tanned shoulders. Sark sat next to her, his spiky blonde hair remaining but a beard began to form amongst his chin. They had escaped the plane before it fell into the trees with only minor cuts and bruises, using parachutes only moments before the plane hit the earth. They now sat on a white sand beach on a remote tropical island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. Though, something still ate away at Sydney that left her wondering.
"Sark," she said, her eyes closed as the salty breeze blew against her face.
"Mmm?" Sark mumbled in return, obviously trying to fall asleep.
"We can never stay here forever, can we?" Worry dripped from Sydney's words and Sark gave a sigh in return.
"I suppose not." He replied, now sounding more awake.
"Where will we go if we're found?" Sydney turned on her side and now faced him. The sun glimmered off his sunglasses as he turned his head towards her.
"I'm not sure but for the moment, we're on a much needed vacation. No work, no lies, no Sloane, no nothing." Sark said as he reached over and softly touched Sydney's hand. Sydney glanced at her hand and then at the ocean. It was her vacation. She wasn't Sydney Bristow now but someone else. She was another face in the crowd that has her own agenda and needs not worry about others. She then pulled her gaze from the ocean to Sark once again who continuing to trace his finger on her hand. She smiled as she reached her hand behind his neck and pulled him closer to her, placing a kiss on his lips, his beard lightly tickling her upper lip. Well, she can worry about one other person.
Unknown to them, a person was camouflaged in the bushes near by. They watched and listen closely to their conversation. When they kissed, they pulled a cell phone out of their pocket and began to dial a very familiar number.
"I've found them."
THE END
Thanks you: I want to first say Thank you to my Beta-Reader who proof read my first couple chapters. I truly appreciate your help. I want to thank my friend Twinky for pushing me to finish this story when I was being lazy. You're the best! Sorry about killing off Vaughn but in typical Alias fashion; Someone has to die! Also, the people who have read this story (Even those who just reviewed one chapter)! You have no idea how much I love finding new reviews in my mailbox. You guys helped me finished the story. Thank you very much! And Lastly, I want to thank Sark for being a very sexy man and inspiring me to write this story. Love ya babe ;)
"Sydney," He spoke in a shaky voice, "Get off ... the plane." His words seemed to come out in huffs. Sydney, now panick stricken, looked from where Vaughn was pointing the gun at to Sark's face. It appeared calm and calculated, no sign of stress or worry.
"Vaughn, please don't do this! He sa-"
"No!" He barked, not daring to tear his eyes away from his target. "You don't understand what you're saying. He's brainwashed you."
"Vaughn, I'm perfectly capable of speaking what I think. I have not been-" but Sydney broke off. Vaughn was now looking at her, desperation shadowed his usual cheerful green eyes, sadness seemed to have aged his face: Dark circles were apparent underneath his eyes, his 5 'o clock shadow was now almost a full beard. Sydney wanted to crash into him at that moment. Vaughn turned his attention quickly back to Sark.
"Get up." He ordered him, jabbing him in the back of his neck. Sark obeyed him, lifting his hands into the air. As Vaughn was about to bark out another command, Sark's arm swung around and grabbed the gun. The two men began to struggle over the gun. With a swift kick, Vaughn stumbled backwards as the gun went flying in the air and landed in front of Sydney. Without hesitation, she grabbed it and lifted it towards Sark and Vaughn. They were both now standing in front of her. Vaughn leapt towards Sark and restrained his arms from behind him. Sydney could still see Vaughn's head over Sark's top left shoulder.
"Sydney! Shoot him now!" Vaughn bellowed from behind. Sydney didn't move but kept the gun pointed at the two men. "Sydney, do it now!"
Suddenly, Sydney's breathing became very apparent to her and everything slowed down. Vaughn continued to yell at her but Sark starred at her. His piercing blue eyes saying everything he needed to say. Sydney aimed the gun and fired, all of it remaining in slow motion. She watched as Vaughn's limp body fell to the floor dead.
Sydney stood still for a few moments, gun still raised but her eyes still on Vaughn's dead body. The gun slipped out of her hands and fell onto the floor. Everything remained mute to her.
Sark, very shaken, took a few steps forward towards Sydney. He now noticed her shaking and how quickly her eyes were becoming red. He doesn't touch her, though every inch of him is screaming for her, he only watches. Sydney's eyes meet his and they lock instantly.
"Thank you," he says softly, "You saved my life."
"I chose you," she spoke, her voice abnormally shark. Finally, her façade broke and she began to break down in sobs and she fell into Sark's arms. He held her tightly, breathing in her scent and thanking god he was alive to smell it. Sydney wiped the tears out of her eyes and looked out the window. She immediately pulled away from him.
"Shit, we have company." She told him. Sark turned and saw a black vehicle pull up a few yards away from the plane. Sydney and Sark moved towards the window, still disguised by the shadowy compartment. They saw Irina and Sloane step out of the vehicle and Sark breathed in sharply. Sydney stood up quickly.
"I have a plan." She spoke in a confident voice and Sark nodded.
- - -
Minutes later, Sark stepped off the plane in his usual sly fashion and walked up to Irina and Sloane who stood by their car.
"Hello, fancy meeting you here." Sark spoke in his familiar mocking tone.
"Cut the bull shit, Sark. Where's Sydney?" said Sloane with much aggression in his voice. Sark seemed unmoved by this comment.
"She ran from me. Haven't seen her since." Sark replied in a cool fashion," tell me, how did Mr. Vaughn come across my location. You see, I was quite shocked to see him here. Looking for my blood and all." He watched as a smile spread across Irina's face.
"I have no idea what you mean," Irina said.
"Now, that's not the truth Irina."
"Neither was your story. Now tell us." She demanded in return.
"Oh, she is somewhere but I'm not saying a word until you tell me how Vaughn found me."
"That would be my doing. I thought if I called Vaughn and give him clues on where you and Sydney were that he could do the dirty work for us." Irina grinned, "I knew he would never kill Sydney so I was sure she was safe."
"Sark, you have been on the run for far too long. It's time to turn yourself in." Sloane told Sark, his face beginning to turn purple. "If you tell us where Sydney is right now I'll promise not to hurt her."
Sark did not say a word in return but looked back at the plane.
"Come on Sark, you can't keep running forever." Sloane told him. Sark smirked to himself as he looked back.
"Oh can't I?" he responded. Sloane and Irina exchanged looks of confusion. Suddenly there was a rain of shots that erupted above their heads. They both jumped and took to the ground, shielding their heads with their hands. Sark quickly ran towards the plane and before neither Sloane nor Irina knew it, he had disappeared in it. Sark slammed the door behind him and looked to his left where Sydney stood with a gun in her hand. Without a word spoken she tossed the gun into an empty seat and moved towards the front of the plane as Sark sat in the pilot's sea. He began reaching for levers and buttons with ease, only to hesitate on some.
"How long has it been since you've flown this thing?" Sydney asked as the plane came to a rumbling start.
"Uh, few years I believe. It's not that difficult." Sark said in an uncertain voice as the plane began to rumble forward as they heard bullets bounce off of the plane exterior. Sydney looked out the window and saw Sloane's reinforcements had arrived and began to fire at them.
"Shit," Sydney mumbled underneath her breath, "You better get this tin bucket in the air quickly. We have company." She told him, he nodded in response and pulled towards the runway. Shots continued to be fired as they lifted off the ground but only to fall back down again. Sark swore as he pulled the plane back into the air and it was finally air bound. Sloane cursed at their escape.
"Continue to fire! I want that plane down." He ordered his men. He squinted as the plane continued to fly away.
"It doesn't matter" Irina hissed, also watching the plane fly away "Where ever Sark and Sydney go, we will find them."
Suddenly the plane took a violent drop from altitude. They took a nose five into the forest below it and in seconds was engulfed in flames. Sloane stood there, everyone in the airport became still as they watched the flames spread amongst the trees. He finally took a sharp breath in and said, "Get a team out there to check for survivors. If they find any, kill them." Sloane turned his heel and headed towards his vehicle. Irina stood there for a second after Sloane walked away, allowing the grief sweep over her entire body imanging if Sydney was lost. She felt tears form in her eyes but she saw people looking at her and blinked them back.
"Get over to that wreckage and find bodies." She barked at them in her usual demeanor and stalked back to the vehicle as well. - - -
A few hours later, after shifting through bits and pieces of the plane. They found no bodies in the remains. Sloane was furious.
"They're gone sir." One shaky man told him.
"What do you mean their gone?" Sloane questioned as he sat in his car.
"We didn't find any bodies in the wreckage, sir." He replied, eyes wide with fear. Sloane did not respond quickly, but gritted his teeth with anger.
"Search the area, I want dead bodies! If you don't find any, I'll make them." Sloane growled in a low voice as he rolled his window. Bitterly, Sloane turned on the ignition and drove away. Quietly, planning his revenge against Sark and Sydney.
- - - Some where in the pacific ----
"Another fruit smoothie, my dear?"
"Oh no, I absolutely couldn't! I've already had two today."
Sydney sat in a beach chair, her deep maroon colored hair fell gracefully against her now tanned shoulders. Sark sat next to her, his spiky blonde hair remaining but a beard began to form amongst his chin. They had escaped the plane before it fell into the trees with only minor cuts and bruises, using parachutes only moments before the plane hit the earth. They now sat on a white sand beach on a remote tropical island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. Though, something still ate away at Sydney that left her wondering.
"Sark," she said, her eyes closed as the salty breeze blew against her face.
"Mmm?" Sark mumbled in return, obviously trying to fall asleep.
"We can never stay here forever, can we?" Worry dripped from Sydney's words and Sark gave a sigh in return.
"I suppose not." He replied, now sounding more awake.
"Where will we go if we're found?" Sydney turned on her side and now faced him. The sun glimmered off his sunglasses as he turned his head towards her.
"I'm not sure but for the moment, we're on a much needed vacation. No work, no lies, no Sloane, no nothing." Sark said as he reached over and softly touched Sydney's hand. Sydney glanced at her hand and then at the ocean. It was her vacation. She wasn't Sydney Bristow now but someone else. She was another face in the crowd that has her own agenda and needs not worry about others. She then pulled her gaze from the ocean to Sark once again who continuing to trace his finger on her hand. She smiled as she reached her hand behind his neck and pulled him closer to her, placing a kiss on his lips, his beard lightly tickling her upper lip. Well, she can worry about one other person.
Unknown to them, a person was camouflaged in the bushes near by. They watched and listen closely to their conversation. When they kissed, they pulled a cell phone out of their pocket and began to dial a very familiar number.
"I've found them."
THE END
Thanks you: I want to first say Thank you to my Beta-Reader who proof read my first couple chapters. I truly appreciate your help. I want to thank my friend Twinky for pushing me to finish this story when I was being lazy. You're the best! Sorry about killing off Vaughn but in typical Alias fashion; Someone has to die! Also, the people who have read this story (Even those who just reviewed one chapter)! You have no idea how much I love finding new reviews in my mailbox. You guys helped me finished the story. Thank you very much! And Lastly, I want to thank Sark for being a very sexy man and inspiring me to write this story. Love ya babe ;)