[B]Attack of the Sarkaholics![/B]
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Sark's feet pounded on the asphalt as he ran for his life. He didn't know what street he was on, nor did he care. Right at that moment all he wanted to do was find a good place to hide and contemplate everything that had just happened, he had been running for a while and still hadn't managed to shake his pursuers.
Behind him what seemed like hundreds of girls were chasing him, he was still contemplating if they were agents in disguise as a mob or really just love-crazed teenagers and older women. He could hear various catcalls and propositions that made even him blush. He was running out of breath and losing ground, poor Mr. Sark did not have the adrenalin of an obsessive passion pumping through him, neither did he have the support of others like him that shared that passion.
"We love you Julian!!!"
"Marry me!!!!!"
"Could I have your autograph?"
"I'm your number one fan!!!"
"I'm your love slave Sark!"
"If you join me, I'll buy you as much Chateau Petreuse as you want, '82!!!"
"Forget Allison, I'm the one for you!"
"I have a business proposition for you!!! It involves lots of leather or silk!!!"
He ran harder. Earlier that day he had walked into town and several female heads had turned. Normally he would put that down to his looks but that day it had been so much more than his looks. From what he could deduce after listening to his love crazed 'fans' he had been on TV, a lot. They knew his name, first and last [I] Hell most people in the CIA don't know my first name! [/I], they knew that he enjoyed Chateau Petreuse '82, they knew he had worn black leather when working with Sydney, they knew about Allison, hell they knew almost everything. Well, at least more than the CIA- nowhere close to everything but close enough to spook him.
He realized that if he was on a TV show, those he had interacted with and the people that they interacted with would also be in a compromising position. He thought of Sydney, running down the street from a horde of males foaming at the mouth, then of Weiss who was probably at a bar with his fans and smirked when he thought of Vaughn who was probably getting b**** slapped by males and females alike for marrying Reed.
He realized that his fans were gaining on him. He knew that he should be flattered but he was too busy running for his life. He turned a sharp corner and ducked into an alleyway, he waited until the stampede had passed and slipped back out. No more than four seconds later his escape was noticed and he was spotted. Resigned, he ran once more [I] Bloody hell, I'm going to make whoever is responsible for this suffer [/I]
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Run JJ run!!! So sorry for the madness, it's 1AM and I couldn't think of anything for my other story. This is the result of a befuddled and bewildered mind, but feedback would still be appreciated.