Title: Rising
Author: Vona
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: None of them are mine, no matter how hard I wish. J.J. Abrams owns 'em.
Pairing: S/S
Feedback: I adore feedback.
Distribution: Just ask
Spoilers: Phase One, the episode coming up. The spoilers were graciously posted by Freelancer at the board. I dedicate this all to you guys and my faithful reviewers like Ice, Masquerede, April, Devilgirl, Edele Lane.
Summary: Sydney and Sark try to find out about SD-6's new mysterious boss.
Rising
"We all have secrets, Sydney." Sark looked Sydney directly in the eyes and immediately regretted that motion. Sydney seemed to be searching him, her curiosity finally breaking through.
"What are yours, Mr. Sark?"
He shrugged indifferently. "It wouldn't be a secret if I told you."
Sydney sighed.
"I just suggest we watch each other's back."
"I'm supposed to feel comfortable knowing you're watching out for me."
Sark's smirk broke through, feeling better since his odd meeting with Geiger.
"I do enjoy it."
With the look of surprise that flashed across her face, than a specific indignation that she always reserved for him, he pushed passed her and headed to his office. He could feel her watching him. He gazed back over his shoulder briefly then turned away, a scene not lost on Geiger.
Sydney folded her legs up under herself while sitting on the crate in the abandoned warehouse.
"It was creepy, like Sark was trying to tell me something."
"I don't like it."
"Geiger is even more of a creep. Even Sark doesn't know about him, which is something to say, considering."
"Do you think we should pull you out?"
Vaughn was pacing at a constant rate.
"No."
"But Sark even seems like he's suspicious."
"Even if he does know, I don't think he would turn me in."
"Geiger?"
"Try to find out as much as you can. This means my dad won't be allowed all the priviledged information. Sloane trusted my dad, not Geiger."
"Today all around sucks, doesn't it?"
Sydney started to laugh uncontrollably. Vaughn studied Sydney, watching his agent laughing hysterically.
"What?"
Sydney tried to breath.
"Sark wants me to trust him. Geiger has taken over SD-6, making the take down seem impossible and Michael Vaughn just said this day sucks."
Vaughn joined in with her giggling. He leaned against the crate and Sydney rested her head on his shoulder.
"My life sucks."
"Join the club." The two stayed silent, absorbing that day.
Marshall fidgetted in his chair. The new boss scared him. Mr. Sloane had always seemed to be a decent man. Geiger didn't give Marshall that same impression. This was the first chance he had to impress Mr. Geiger. Sydney filed in and Sark followed her pace. Sark took his seat next to Marshall and across from Sydney. Geiger stood up. "I know you all are concerned about Mr. Sloane's whereabouts, but until he shows up. I'll be taking his place. Your first mission is for both Miss Bristow and Mr. Sark. You will be going to Finland to retrieve a form of an encrypted computer program. You will be going to a party thrown by Peter Veriferd. Sark will do communications and Sydney, may I call you that?"
"Yes." Sydney replied stiffly.
"Sydney will be doing the footwork. Mr. Flinkman, please go over our operational technology."
Sydney started to zone out, studying Geiger. Something about him reminded her of someone. Who? Sark took note of Sydney's far away gaze.
"So, uh, let's see. I, uh, uh..."
Marshall glanced at Sydney for support, but found her preoccupied. Sark finally kicked her under the table. She shot him a dirty look.
"Yes, Marshall?" Sydney prodded and smiled brightly at him. He took a deep breath.
"Okay. This computer software is written on a book. It's in Mr. Veriferd's library at his mansion. The door is locked and is only opened by voice activation. Sark's going to manipulate the voice into the password, but you'll have to talk to him, Miss Bristow."
Sydney nodded.
"This lipstick will be his voice transmitter, just make sure you have the tube out. You'll meet Mr. Sark at the stairs. So, it's cool, right?"
Sydney smiled again.
"Okay."
"Thank you, Mr. Flinkman. Here are your covers. You're dismissed."
Geiger handed each of them a file and waited for them to leave.
"Where did you go back there, my dear Miss Bristow?" Sark called after Sydney shortly following the meeting that had just occured. "What are you rambling about?" Sydney asked, impatiently.
"I never ramble, but you daydream."
Sydney shook her head, but didn't protest too much.
"Tell me, Sydney. You know I'll find out anyway."
"It's just Mr. Geiger. He just reminds of someone I know; his mannerisms, the worry wrinkles, even the eye shape, but I can't seem to connect it to who."
"I've been researching our new boss. It seems he hasn't been around very long at all."
Sydney whipped up her head to meet Sark's eyes.
"How long?"
"Apparantly he's only 27."
"He is not. He's around 55."
"But according to the records I've found, he's only been around for 27 years."
"He's not who he says he is."
"I should say not."
"We're going to figure it out, aren't we?"
"I've already started running through the database those who disappeared or died in 1975 with unidentified or unrecognizable bodies."
"Those who died, but the bodies..."
"Were too badly damaged and dental records were used. I'm trying to match bone structures and go from there."
He took Sydney's hand.
"Neither of us want this Geiger fellow. We'll trap him and maybe even SD-6 will collapse."
"Why would I want that?"
Sark's ice blue eyes started to shine with amusement.
"You know why, Miss Double."
Sydney gasped and scanned the room for any witnesses.
"You do know." She replied after finding none.
"I'm not an idiot, Sydney?"
Sydney smiled at him.
"I'd debate that if I didn't have to go pack."
Sark shook his head and Sydney walked out the door.
Author: Vona
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: None of them are mine, no matter how hard I wish. J.J. Abrams owns 'em.
Pairing: S/S
Feedback: I adore feedback.
Distribution: Just ask
Spoilers: Phase One, the episode coming up. The spoilers were graciously posted by Freelancer at the board. I dedicate this all to you guys and my faithful reviewers like Ice, Masquerede, April, Devilgirl, Edele Lane.
Summary: Sydney and Sark try to find out about SD-6's new mysterious boss.
Rising
"We all have secrets, Sydney." Sark looked Sydney directly in the eyes and immediately regretted that motion. Sydney seemed to be searching him, her curiosity finally breaking through.
"What are yours, Mr. Sark?"
He shrugged indifferently. "It wouldn't be a secret if I told you."
Sydney sighed.
"I just suggest we watch each other's back."
"I'm supposed to feel comfortable knowing you're watching out for me."
Sark's smirk broke through, feeling better since his odd meeting with Geiger.
"I do enjoy it."
With the look of surprise that flashed across her face, than a specific indignation that she always reserved for him, he pushed passed her and headed to his office. He could feel her watching him. He gazed back over his shoulder briefly then turned away, a scene not lost on Geiger.
Sydney folded her legs up under herself while sitting on the crate in the abandoned warehouse.
"It was creepy, like Sark was trying to tell me something."
"I don't like it."
"Geiger is even more of a creep. Even Sark doesn't know about him, which is something to say, considering."
"Do you think we should pull you out?"
Vaughn was pacing at a constant rate.
"No."
"But Sark even seems like he's suspicious."
"Even if he does know, I don't think he would turn me in."
"Geiger?"
"Try to find out as much as you can. This means my dad won't be allowed all the priviledged information. Sloane trusted my dad, not Geiger."
"Today all around sucks, doesn't it?"
Sydney started to laugh uncontrollably. Vaughn studied Sydney, watching his agent laughing hysterically.
"What?"
Sydney tried to breath.
"Sark wants me to trust him. Geiger has taken over SD-6, making the take down seem impossible and Michael Vaughn just said this day sucks."
Vaughn joined in with her giggling. He leaned against the crate and Sydney rested her head on his shoulder.
"My life sucks."
"Join the club." The two stayed silent, absorbing that day.
Marshall fidgetted in his chair. The new boss scared him. Mr. Sloane had always seemed to be a decent man. Geiger didn't give Marshall that same impression. This was the first chance he had to impress Mr. Geiger. Sydney filed in and Sark followed her pace. Sark took his seat next to Marshall and across from Sydney. Geiger stood up. "I know you all are concerned about Mr. Sloane's whereabouts, but until he shows up. I'll be taking his place. Your first mission is for both Miss Bristow and Mr. Sark. You will be going to Finland to retrieve a form of an encrypted computer program. You will be going to a party thrown by Peter Veriferd. Sark will do communications and Sydney, may I call you that?"
"Yes." Sydney replied stiffly.
"Sydney will be doing the footwork. Mr. Flinkman, please go over our operational technology."
Sydney started to zone out, studying Geiger. Something about him reminded her of someone. Who? Sark took note of Sydney's far away gaze.
"So, uh, let's see. I, uh, uh..."
Marshall glanced at Sydney for support, but found her preoccupied. Sark finally kicked her under the table. She shot him a dirty look.
"Yes, Marshall?" Sydney prodded and smiled brightly at him. He took a deep breath.
"Okay. This computer software is written on a book. It's in Mr. Veriferd's library at his mansion. The door is locked and is only opened by voice activation. Sark's going to manipulate the voice into the password, but you'll have to talk to him, Miss Bristow."
Sydney nodded.
"This lipstick will be his voice transmitter, just make sure you have the tube out. You'll meet Mr. Sark at the stairs. So, it's cool, right?"
Sydney smiled again.
"Okay."
"Thank you, Mr. Flinkman. Here are your covers. You're dismissed."
Geiger handed each of them a file and waited for them to leave.
"Where did you go back there, my dear Miss Bristow?" Sark called after Sydney shortly following the meeting that had just occured. "What are you rambling about?" Sydney asked, impatiently.
"I never ramble, but you daydream."
Sydney shook her head, but didn't protest too much.
"Tell me, Sydney. You know I'll find out anyway."
"It's just Mr. Geiger. He just reminds of someone I know; his mannerisms, the worry wrinkles, even the eye shape, but I can't seem to connect it to who."
"I've been researching our new boss. It seems he hasn't been around very long at all."
Sydney whipped up her head to meet Sark's eyes.
"How long?"
"Apparantly he's only 27."
"He is not. He's around 55."
"But according to the records I've found, he's only been around for 27 years."
"He's not who he says he is."
"I should say not."
"We're going to figure it out, aren't we?"
"I've already started running through the database those who disappeared or died in 1975 with unidentified or unrecognizable bodies."
"Those who died, but the bodies..."
"Were too badly damaged and dental records were used. I'm trying to match bone structures and go from there."
He took Sydney's hand.
"Neither of us want this Geiger fellow. We'll trap him and maybe even SD-6 will collapse."
"Why would I want that?"
Sark's ice blue eyes started to shine with amusement.
"You know why, Miss Double."
Sydney gasped and scanned the room for any witnesses.
"You do know." She replied after finding none.
"I'm not an idiot, Sydney?"
Sydney smiled at him.
"I'd debate that if I didn't have to go pack."
Sark shook his head and Sydney walked out the door.