Julia Derevko
by: Dru
Disclaimer: own nothing. well, except this fic's plot. And some crap, but nothing worth anything. So, don't sue.
A/N: wrote this when I was in christmas vacation. Hope you like it. PLEASE, review.
Summary: Originally posted at , but then re-posted when it turned Can't say anything here since that would kinda spoil the fic. It's Sark/OC but ends up Sarkney. Please, Read and review.
The pencil sailed through the air and hit the man next to the door straight into his adams apple.
Thank god they left her here with a guard because their video - surveillance system was down.
Much easier for her to overcome. Now she'd just wait for the okay - looking agent to return and make her escape.
It wasn't like they were in a prison or an building full of people. It was just a safe - house in Austria. It was probably the okay - looking agent and 3 - 4 guards.
They always underestimated her. It was like they had forgotten who her mother was or where she had been since she was 18.
When they were walking her to this room, she noticed a window not far from this window and this house was only one floor.
They never learn, do they? She thought to herself.
She was just pissed at where they had caught her.
While she was swimming. Underneeth the cloathes, they had provided her, was her slightly damp red takini.
They sure as hell didn't know who her big sister or boyfriend was.
She was begining to think they didn't even know who she was. She couldn't really blame them, though.
The first 18 years of her life she had spent in Australia with people she thought were her real parents, untill when she turned 18 there was someone new at her birthday - dinner that night.
Her real mother, her mom for 18 years had told her.
At first she wasn't sure about this. Leaving home, her family and friends.
But when she saw were her real mom lived, WOW!!, it was a really nice place in Italy. Off course one of many, but she didn't know that at the time.
The okay - looking agent had just walked back and she looks at him, smiling at him like she liked him or something, but her brown eyes said 'LET ME THE F--- OUT OF HERE!!'
Before he could open his mouth he noticed that he didn't see or hear the guard that had been left with her.
Her smile brightend, when she saw the look on his face when he saw the guard that lay in a heap next to the door and the pencil sticking out of his throat.
And just at that moment, she jumped from the chair she had been bound to but they had losend her arms so she could write something they wanted but she couldn't give away. So, for awhile she just wrote the plot of a movie she had seen last week. That was, off course, before the pencile ended in the guards throat.
She punched the okay - looking agent so hard and fast in the face on her way to open the door that she might very well have broken his nose and knocked him out. She got his key and opend the door, saw the window open and went out.
The other three guards not know anything was wrong, were in the front of the building.
When she was on her way home, she had to work really hard at not laughing. She hadn't done that before.
She was still in training. Her mom wanted her to be fully trained before sending her into the world.
She couldn't wait to get home, if they were still there because before she was captured they had planned on leaving tonight and go to France.
She hurried home, opened the door and looked through the house. They were gone but there were still servants, not that all the houses had them. No, just two or three.
She went to her bedroom and found some more suitable cloathes. A burgundy knee - length leather skirt and a dark - blue buttoned down shirt and dark blue high - heels.
She found her mobile, in her purse from the night before her capture and phoned a number she knew only in her mind.
"Hello?" Came a voice from the other end, a female voice.
"Mom, hi. Were are you? Did you go were we planned? Is he with you?" She asked her mother, the last one regarding her 2 - years - older - boyfriend.
"Julia? Were have you been? We had to leave and yes, yes. Will you be joining us?" The voice on the other end asked her.
"Yes, as soon as possible. I'll be there tomorrow. Bye and say hi to him from me." She says, as she hangs up and starts to pack.
When she's at the airport she sees a familiar brunette walking towards the exit.
She, herself, had a wig that was short black hair instead of her long auburn hair.
Now, why would my big sis be here? Could it have something to do with the okay - looking agent? She thought to herself.
Her mom and boyfriend were so not gonna like this, but she had to do it. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
She heads the same way as her sis.
This is gonna be soooo much fun. She thought, as she grinned.
"What do you think you're doing?" Sydney Bristow asked, the black haired girl that got into the taxi with Syd.
"Easy, sis. I just wanna talk. You're wondering who I am, right? Well, my name's Julia Derevko and I'm your little sister. And you're here because the okay - looking agent , that I punched in the face so hard that his nose broke, blew this op. and they sent you here. Am I right?" She asked, Syd who was stunned and had her jaw on the floor.
"Well, I have to go but nice finally meeting you. BYE!!" She told her, as she exited the cab just before it started to drive away.
Her mom was gonna be furious but hey, she just had to. What didn't she do that didn't annoy her mother. One of the main reasons she started to date Julian was to piss her mom off, not very wise but she couldn't help it.
"You did what?!! Why do you always do this? This could get you into serious trouble, you know that. Don't you?" Julian Lazarey asked his girlfriend, who sat in his lap at the moment in Irina's house in Toulouse, France.
"Off course, I do but it was just too tempting. But beside that, what do you think of how I escaped the okay - looking agent?" She asked him, as she ran her fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck.
"Well, the pencil idea was nice. Really their fault that you got away. But you can't really exspect much from them, can you?" He asked her, right before she kissed him. She timed the kiss like that so they were in the middle of it when her mother walked inside the room.
"She wasn't that mad. She seemed more annoyed with the fact that we were kissing in her study. The look on her face..." She said, right before she almost cracked up on their way to their bedrooms.
They had two bedrooms, yes, but usually only used one.
"But I agree with her, you shouldn't have told Syd all that. She'll tell agent Vaughn and then she'll tell her father and soon the whole CIA will know. Or, well, those who need to know." He tells her.
"How do they know you? Under what name?" She asked him, to distracted him from his rant, as she closed the door to her bedroom.
"Mr. Sark. Don't ask me, Irina chose it a long time ago."
To Be Continued...