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Chapter Four
Weiss is nice, like sugar and spice
Wherein Weiss enters the ‘Twilight Zone’ and Sark buys Sydney some clothes
“So Syd I know we’re spies and all, but do you have to be so mysterious,” Eric joked as Syd unlocked an apartment door.
“Sorry Eric, it’s just easier if I show you,” she smiled and led him into the apartment.
“Show me what?” he asked intrigued. When he saw her back at the office only hours after she’d left he’d been surprised. When she told him she had a lead on her father and Marshall only she had to show him and he couldn’t tell anyone, even Michael, he’d been intrigued. And a little honored that she’d come to him for help.
He glanced swiftly around the apartment as she led him further in, nice place, not overly expensive but more than decent.
When she led him into the bedroom he couldn’t help but joke, “Hey Syd you know I like you and all, but…” he trailed off when he spotted the full length mirror leaning against the wall, “Isn’t that the…”
“Rambaldi mirror from Germany? Yes,” Syd walked up to the mirror.
“But wasn’t it…”
“Stolen? Yes,” Syd put her hand on the frame and glanced at him, “This might be hard to believe.” She turned something on the frame and brilliant blue and white light shot out of the mirror.
He stumbled back a bit in shock, “What the…?” He ventured closer and saw that, instead of his handsome reflection staring back, a dark forest was visible in the mirror. He jumped back again when lightening flashed in the mirror. He looked at Syd in shock.
“I want to show you one more thing then I’ll explain,” she paused, “Don’t touch anything.” Then she turned and stepped into the mirror.
There was another bright flash of light and when he could see again the back of Syd was moving away from the mirror and into the forest. She turned and waved back at him. He started to reach out a curious hand, but snatched it back. Syd was getting closer and with another blinding flash of light she was standing in front of him again.
“All right Bristow start talking,” he sat down on the bed and waited as she turned a small disc on the frame and the light shut off, his reflection now on the surface of the mirror. She sat beside him on the bed and started her story, how she had disappeared into the mirror and into another universe, how she’d made her way back and now she thought her father and Marshall had fallen through the mirror.
“I went through earlier and found these,” she showed him a handful of shell casing, “I know they’re Dad’s. We just need someone to watch the mirror, turn it on every six hours or so, while we go rescue them.”
“Right,” he nodded his head and tried to make sense of everything, “Turn on the mirror every six hours while you…wait. You and who else?” he looked at her puzzled. She fidgeted with her new ring, something he had noticed she did a lot of.
“Well in Germany when I went through the mirror…” she licked her lips and hurried on, “I was fighting with Sark, the mirror turned on and we both fell through the mirror.”
“You mean you ungracefully stumbled, fell and dragged me with you,” a cool, unmistakable, clipped British voice came from the bedroom doorway.
He tried to jump off the bed and turn at the same time, only managing to land on the floor on his butt. He popped his head up quickly and stared at Sark. Not only was it Sark, but he was dressed…well oddly and he didn’t have a gun in his hand, just a bag. No suit this time, he was wearing a loose, long sleeved light tan shirt that laced at the throat, dark brown fitted pants that tucked into dark brown knee-high boots. That wasn’t the only odd thing, not only was Syd not attempting to attack or handcuff the wanted man, she was just staring at him. And licking her lips?
He stood up rubbing at his eyes. When he looked again Sark was still there and Syd was looking a bit peeved at him. He must have imagined the licking lips.
“It doesn’t really matter how we ended up there, but we did,” Syd smiled reassuringly at him, though he was sure which part of this scenario he was supposed to find reassuring. “Since Sark has been there before I asked him to go with me.”
“Asked? More liked bribed,” the blonde leered at her.
She seemed to blush a little and changed the subject, “Have you finished packing yet?”
“Nearly,” Sark held up the bag he was holding, “Here are your clothes; I’ll put them in the bathroom.”
“Thank you,” Syd politely replied as Sark put the bag in the adjourning bathroom. With a small smirk at Syd he left the room.
She watched the blonde go and he coughed to regain her attention. She turned and smiled brightly at him.
“It’s a long story Eric, really, but if you could turn the mirror off after we go and then just check in here every six hours, turn on the mirror, wait awhile then turn it off again.”
She looked at him with those big, brown eyes of hers and he couldn’t say no, “I suppose. I mean if there could be a 15th Century inventory that could predict the future why not a mirror that takes you to another world.”
“Thank you, thank you,” Syd enthusiastically hugged him.
“All right, all right. I know I’m irresistible,” he grinned at her, “What are you going to tell Kendall?”
“Oh, I already told him I was taking a few ‘vacation days’,” she made air quotes around the words. “I told him I was going to look for my dad on my own, but I decided to give him the courtesy of telling him first.”
He shook his head in partial disbelieve, “You and your dad can get away with murder. I mean that literally.”
She smiled coyly and headed for the bathroom, “I’m going to change now.” She paused at the door, “Try and play nice until I’m done.”
Once the door was closed he was left in the bedroom alone, with a wanted terrorist in the next room. Curiously he wandered over to the doorway and looked out into the other room. Sark was kneeling next to two brown packs on the floor. The blonde glanced briefly up at him then went back to packing his blocks of C4, sandwiches and handguns.
He bravely wandered into the other room, “So did you or Syd steal the mirror?”
“I could tell you Agent Weiss,” Sark rose smoothly to his feet facing him with a cool, blank expression, “but then I’d have to kill you.”
Silence. Then he cracked a grin and pointed a finger at the blonde, “Ha! You can’t kill me; you need me to watch the mirror. And Syd likes me,” he finished smugly.
Sark had raised an eyebrow at the finger pointing, then he smirked, “Perhaps Sydney likes me better.”
He frowned at that, not sure what the other man meant by it. He flinched when Sark reached into a pocket, though it would have been impossible to hide a gun in the pants pocket. Sark smirked and held out his hand. He eyed it warily.
“The apartment key Agent Weiss? Unless you were planning on picking the lock every time you returned, perhaps to practice your skills, such as they are.”
“er, right,” he daintily plucked the keys from the out-stretched hand. “So is this your apartment?”
Sark didn’t answer, turning his head towards the bedroom instead. He turned too.
Syd stood in the doorway dressed in an off the shoulder, long sleeved white blouse, a tight, green corset with straps that went over her bare shoulders and dark green, snug pants that hugged her legs and disappeared into black, knee high boots.
“Was the corset really necessary?” she waved at the garment in question.
He slid his eyes to Sark who was quite obviously running his gaze over Syd’s form.
“You needn’t have put it on,” the blonde practically purred.
He slid his eyes back to Syd who was scowling at Sark, though he could tell she wasn’t putting the full Bristow effect into it.
“It looks lovely on you,” Sark was clearly leering at her now. Syd still didn’t act outraged at the flirtations and he was sure this time she did lick her lips.
“I wanted to brush my teeth before we go. Where’s your toothbrush?” That was all she had to say, maybe that explained the lip licking.
“I packed it,” Sark knelt and rummaged through a pack.
“Good idea,” Syd walked over and held out her hand. Sark found the brush and toothpaste, handing them over.
“Thanks. Be done in a minute.”
Slightly stunned he watched her walk out of the room, they were very snug pants. He noticed Sark closely watched her go, well he watched part of her go.
“That’s just not right.”
Sark just smirked at him in return.
A few minutes later and all three of them were assembled in front of the mirror. Sark had donned a black cloak and Sydney a dark green one that matched her trousers. They both had a pack over their shoulders. Sydney was making sure Eric knew how to work the mirror.
“See,” she turned the mirror on, “You got it?”
“Turn small disc, I think I can handle it Bristow.”
“Okay, thanks again,” she hugged him. “I don’t know how long it will take and don’t come through the mirror yourself. Oh, and if you see anything other than us on the other side, turn it right off.”
“I got it.”
With one last reassuring look Sydney followed Sark through the mirror.
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