Title: Bane of My Existence
Author:
dragonssyn
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Rating: PG
Pairing:
none really
Disclaimer: I do not own Alias or any of the
characters of Alias. I am purely borrowing the characters for the
purpose of entertainment.
Summary: A slight deviation from the final minutes of "Full Disclosure".
Bane of My Existence
The assassin lines up the scope on the target. Through the lens of the scope is a tall, fair skinned brunette. Upon sight, the assassin's frame of mind instantly drifted from the job at hand and wandered into the past:
Under the veil of sheer ecstasy, they moaned and ground into each other, their eager lips crashing into one another's. Tasting each other, perhaps in a desperate attempt to claim one another. They pulsed to their newfound rhythm until they climaxed.
"Sydney….I need you." he whispered, barely audible.
But she heard it nonetheless. They continued their tryst until he finally collapsed on top of her, kissing the cradle of her neck and collarbone with the lightest of tender kisses. He looked up from her embrace only to be met with a cold and angry expression. She had said nothing of his indiscretion.
"Love, are you alright?" he asked not realizing what he had uttered during their lovemaking.
"Fine." was her reply, curt and cold, as she crawled out from beneath the sheets. "I have to be getting home before Michael begins to worry."
She dressed quickly and bolted from the apartment without so much as a word between them. She was halfway home when the words "Sydney……I need you." Began to replay in her head, over and over, until she couldn't take it any longer. Ever since she came back from the dead, Sydney was all she could think about. Sydney was all that she could think about because for the people closest to her, Sydney was all they could think about. And try as they might, it was very obvious.
"HER! It's always her!" She yelled as she pulled her car into of the carport of the apartment complex where she and her husband, Michael Vaughn shared. "Sydney Bristow, the bane of my existence. First you take my husband, now you take my lover."
The vibration from her cell phone snaps her out of the reliving of memories, and back to the present. There was a job to be done. Once again, lining up her sights, the brunette is within sight. With a simple squeeze of the trigger, the target is eliminated.
"Lazarey's been hit! Lazarey's been hit!" she could hear Agent Bristow scream. She answered her cell and said two simple words, "It's done."