Greetings All!!!!!!!! This is only my second fic ever, so be gentle. I will be posting the second chapter soon, but it is only going to be two chapters, kinda like a two-chapter one-shot (??). Anyway, this is just an idea that I had (I hope I didn't subconsciously copy anyone else, if I did I am really sorry.) about how Alias could (Not really ever ever ever) go, and towards the end it gets a little...weird, but hey what else am I supposed to do during school? Learn? So read and enjoy!!! Oh yea and *DISCLAIMER* I DO NOT OWN ALIAS OR ANYTHING TO DO WITH ALIAS!!*DISCLAIMER* (If I owned Alias a lot of things would not have happened *coughVaughnmarriedcough* -don't get me wrong, I love Sark and think he and Syd would go really well together, but Vaughn still shouldn't have gotten married.
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Anyway, on to the fic:
Spur of the Moment
In his imagination Sark rolled his eyes and sighed expressively, but his face revealed none of his exasperation. For the past hour and a half he had argued with Allison over the best and most efficient way to gain access to a vault in a secure and well-guarded building.
'Honestly,' Sark thought 'Who is the genius spy here, you or me?'
"If we entered through the roof we would have a better escape route," Sark began.
"But then we will alarm the guards, if we go through the basement, then we can slip in and out unnoticed," Allison broke in impatiently.
He sighed "Look, we can't go through the basement-how would we get to the vault?"
"The elevator, it goes up to the top, the vault is only on the tenth floor," she answered.
"The elevator that you are referring to does not stop at the tenth floor and the stairs surrounding it require key cards, fingerprints, and a retinal scan, which we don't have, and although I could, eventually, break through those defenses the guards would notice long before I could finish. We can only get in by going onto the roof and scaling down the side of the building and breaking the window."
Allison glared at him and replied through gritted teeth, "If there are such safeguards around the floor itself than what makes you think the window will be any easier to break!"
"The windows are created from a bulletproof and blast proof glass, but there is a recently developed laser that is strong enough to penetrate it. It is being held in a university in France, we can steal that and return back to building and break in," truthfully the glass was only bulletproof but...well...Sark really wanted to use that laser.
Allison opened her mouth to reply, but the words died on her lips when the metallic jarring of a door opening echoed throughout the warehouse. After a few moments the sound of boots on concrete reached their ears and Sark immediately drew his gun and prepared himself to fire. Allison's hand drifted towheads her gun but she stayed seated. And they waited.
Within seconds a woman clad in black appeared, her eyes were hidden by dark sunglasses and she had black hair that was cropped close to her head, she smirked and before anyone could react she pulled out a small pistol and shot Allison in the left leg and the right shoulder. As Sark was positioning himself to shoot, the woman kicked the gun from his hand and leveled her own weapon at him.
"You are coming with me," She state in a clear and deeply accented voice.
Sark analyzed the situation rapidly. 'She's Russian, could be KGB or one of Irina's, Allison is down, I'm unarmed and being held at gunpoint,' realizing his only option he lifted his hands slightly out in front of him and calmly asked:
"Who are you?"
"My person is not any of her concern," she replied indicating Allison, who was currently writhing on the floor desperately trying to reach her cell phone. Unconcerned about any threat Allison may have represented, the woman continued, "I will inform you of my identity, affiliates and business with you, if you would please join me for a drive."
"It doesn't appear as if I have a choice in the matter. So, will you lead or shall I?" Sark inquired politely, sweeping his arms towards the exit.
The woman smiled and replied, "You exit first, if you don't mind."
Sark complied without comment, he wasn't really worried, if the woman wanted him dead-or tortured-she would have knocked him unconscious immediately and killed Allison instead of wounding her. 'No, she had other plans and,' he admitted to himself, 'I am slightly curious as to who she works for and what she wants with me.'
"Get in the Car," she said from behind him.
Sark looked around and found a dark blue Mercedes parked to his left.
He move towards the vehicle and slipped into the passenger seat. The woman slid into the drivers side, started the car and drove off.
One hour later Sark found himself 90 miles away from the warehouse and Allison and getting closer and closer to Madrid and he was still waiting for the woman to make the first move. And She did.
The woman tossed the gun into Sark's lap and laughed at the shocked expression on his face.
"I beg your pardon, but I was under the impression that I was being kidnapped, how am I incorrect?" He asked with a slightly confused expression on his face.
"Your cute when you confused Sark, I'll have to remember that,"she said, suddenly without the deep Russian accent.
Sark raised a single eyebrow and continued voicing the questions that burned in his mind.
"Just who are you?"
"Oh come on Sark, my disguise isn't that good," she said, her voice tinged with mockery.
Sark stared hard at the woman driving the car uncomprehendingly
"Still not getting it Sark?" she said, "Here, does this help?" she added ripping off her wig. Long Brown hair fell in shining waves down her back and she removed her glasses and deep brown eyes winked at him. Sark gasped and choked on the air.
"Sydney Bristow!" he stuttered. Sydney Bristow had kidnapped him??? Sarks mind simply couldn't wrap around this fact.
"Why?" He managed to choke out.
"Well," she said, "You're the best," as if that explained it all.
"Once again, Why? What could you possibly need me for?" Sark's silent cold facade slid off in favor of a completely dumbfounded look. Sydney Bristow-devoted CIA agent kidnapped him-admittedly sexy yet cold-blooded assassin-because he was the best?
"Because I am creating my own organization, and I want you to join." Sydney replied candidly. "I am collecting the best spies in the business, well, the ones I trust anyway, and I am forming this organization for the sole purpose of destroying the Covenant, Sloane and anything to do with Rambaldi."
At this point several questions plagued Sarks already bewildered brain, but the most compelling question was:
"You trust ME?"
Sydney laughed. "Well, not entirely, but I recently regained my missing memories and they gave me a slight insight about you."
"And what is that?" Sark asked with growing trepidation.
"Oh I had an extensive conversation about you with your mother."
End of Part 1
Hey is that a cliffie?? Not really, no, darn, I was kinda hoping for one but hey whatever, anyway I think it kind of enters the realm of the strange when Sydney starts talking about her own organization but...well...listening to my 2nd period teacher can do strange things to a person...violent tendencies...loss of coherence...any number of mental mistakes...
Thank you for taking the time to read my fic. ^_^
Egyptian Goddess Neith