Amends
Summary: A mission for Sydney goes wrong. Wounded and alone she tries to
escape, but an old adversary has other ideas .
Disclaimer: Alias isn't mine; I just have an imagination that needs feeding
every so often.
Rating: G (possibly PG-13 later)
Spoilers: Set just after phase one, with references to that episode.
Sydney felt the knife sink into her leg, tearing away the flesh and smashing into her bone. She grabbed her gun from beside her and shot the Russian who had stabbed her. The others ran before she could get a shot and she was left alone in the Russian military base, until more guards came at least. This mission had been cursed from the start.
"Sydney I need you to go to Russia. The Gobel military base has acquired some information regarding the last SD leader. Eric Greinman, leader of SD-9." Kendall informed her. "You leave in an hour."
She'd barely had any briefing, "Your mission is to break into the base and steal the disk from room 493." Vaughn had been busy on an assignment of sifting through SD-6 files so he couldn't accompany her and Kendall had insisted she didn't need back up. It would be easier to pull off with fewer people.
So she'd been giving a wire and a gun and sent in. No special gadgets, just her gun and 'good luck'. When she'd entered the base everything was fine, then the alarm sounded once she'd taken the disk, it was still screeching now, and three Russian soldiers had attacked her.
She was bleeding bad now, feeling giddy and actually laughing at the wound. She tried to pull her self together and stand, put the pain was too immense and the blood flow increased. The door handle was turning, the guards were back, she was going to die...Sark?
He took the scene in straight away and pointed his gun directly at her. "The disk, give it to me." He demanded. She could barely sit up now. She could see stars blurring her vision and she couldn't hear what Sark was saying. Her eyes closed for a second and they didn't open again. She dropped flat on the floor and the disk fell from her hands.
Sark immediately grabbed it, but as he turned to leave he stopped. Sydney would die if he left her. He didn't want her to die; she was what made the game so much fun. Annoying her, or watching her fail was a great source of amusement, besides he didn't want her dead yet, especially if it wasn't by his hand.
So he took of her Russian combat jacket and tore the sleeve to make a bandage to stop the blood. He carried her in his arms, unchallenged through the hallway he went to the office he'd came from and escaped through the secret passage way. He made a note to thank Irina if he saw her again.
He got Sydney into his car and drove like a madman to the nearest hospital. He paused outside it though. He looked down at the vulnerable agent that was usually trying to stop him, arrest him, or kill him and smiled slyly. He couldn't pass up such a golden opportunity to taunt his enemy.
He drove past the hotel, out of Gobel and to his rented house on the outskirts of the town. He had enough medical supplies to treat her stab wound and keep it clean. He didn't want an infection killing her before he could have his fun.
Sydney felt the knife sink into her leg, tearing away the flesh and smashing into her bone. She grabbed her gun from beside her and shot the Russian who had stabbed her. The others ran before she could get a shot and she was left alone in the Russian military base, until more guards came at least. This mission had been cursed from the start.
"Sydney I need you to go to Russia. The Gobel military base has acquired some information regarding the last SD leader. Eric Greinman, leader of SD-9." Kendall informed her. "You leave in an hour."
She'd barely had any briefing, "Your mission is to break into the base and steal the disk from room 493." Vaughn had been busy on an assignment of sifting through SD-6 files so he couldn't accompany her and Kendall had insisted she didn't need back up. It would be easier to pull off with fewer people.
So she'd been giving a wire and a gun and sent in. No special gadgets, just her gun and 'good luck'. When she'd entered the base everything was fine, then the alarm sounded once she'd taken the disk, it was still screeching now, and three Russian soldiers had attacked her.
She was bleeding bad now, feeling giddy and actually laughing at the wound. She tried to pull her self together and stand, put the pain was too immense and the blood flow increased. The door handle was turning, the guards were back, she was going to die...Sark?
He took the scene in straight away and pointed his gun directly at her. "The disk, give it to me." He demanded. She could barely sit up now. She could see stars blurring her vision and she couldn't hear what Sark was saying. Her eyes closed for a second and they didn't open again. She dropped flat on the floor and the disk fell from her hands.
Sark immediately grabbed it, but as he turned to leave he stopped. Sydney would die if he left her. He didn't want her to die; she was what made the game so much fun. Annoying her, or watching her fail was a great source of amusement, besides he didn't want her dead yet, especially if it wasn't by his hand.
So he took of her Russian combat jacket and tore the sleeve to make a bandage to stop the blood. He carried her in his arms, unchallenged through the hallway he went to the office he'd came from and escaped through the secret passage way. He made a note to thank Irina if he saw her again.
He got Sydney into his car and drove like a madman to the nearest hospital. He paused outside it though. He looked down at the vulnerable agent that was usually trying to stop him, arrest him, or kill him and smiled slyly. He couldn't pass up such a golden opportunity to taunt his enemy.
He drove past the hotel, out of Gobel and to his rented house on the outskirts of the town. He had enough medical supplies to treat her stab wound and keep it clean. He didn't want an infection killing her before he could have his fun.