NEWLY WEDS
A/N: In this fic Irina did not go into CIA custody. Sark has always been in her employ. Sark is still working for Derevko, and is also working for Sloane, as a double agent for 'The Man'. Syd is still a double agent. Sark knows that Syd is a double agent and Syd knows that Sark is a double agent but they both don't know that the other knows that they are a double agent. Confusing, huh? I'm going to say that this an AU fic, with Sarkney tendencies implied. Also Vaughn, Jack, and basically everyone else are portrayed as ninnies because they aren't the main characters. All characters belong to the mastermind, J.J. Abrams. Brilliant man.
CHAPTER 1: Sydney Bristow was called into the conference room at SD-6. Her employer, Arvin Sloane, had called a meeting and she really didn't want to go. It was 7am on a Monday morning. *Who calls meetings this early? That man has NO conscious! But wait... he's evil, what did I expect?* Sydney thought as she made her way to the conference room.
Upon entering the room, Sydney stopped and stared. There was nothing really wrong with the picture. Sloane, Dixon, her father, and Marshall were all there, but she could still not get used to the thought that Sark was cooperating with Sloane, therefore earning himself a place at the meetings. Syd composed herself, strode into the room and sat down in the seat furthest from Sark. She folded her hands on the table and waited for Sloane to start the meeting.
"As you all know we've had our eye on Nikoli Dovjenskji. A man well known for his underhanded dealings with the Alliance, and suspected to be in collusion with Irina Derevko." At the mention of this name, Jack flinched ever so slightly. "We have received Intel that he is planning on meeting some contacts in Paris. We need you, Sydney, to go to Paris and gather information about what the meeting is regarding."
Sydney forced herself to smile at Sloane. She really detested the man. She kept herself entertained during these meetings by thinking of all the ways she could kill him. Sloane continued on. "We are sending Sark in with you. You are posing as newlyweds on your Honeymoon."
At this Sydney's eyes grew wide. She had to pose as Sark's wife? She had to pretend to love SARK? What was this new form of torture? She hazarded a glance at Sark down the table, but as ever, Sark's face was impassive. She began to wonder what his thoughts were on the mission but then stopped herself. Why was she caring what Sark thought?
"How long will we be in Paris for?" Sydney hoped it wasn't to be a long mission. She didn't know if she could be civil to Sark for long. "You'll be in Paris for 24 hours. Dovjenskji should be finished his business in that time." Sloane stood and ended the meeting with, "You father will brief you on the details." With that Sloane left the conference room. *I really hate that man. And he's really... short. And bald.* Sydney's brain was not functioning well enough to come up with any worthy insults. Dixon left the conference room soon after Sloane, leaving Sydney, Jack, Sark and Marshall.
Jack stood up and opened the folder he had in front of him. "So you are going to Paris, posing as upper crust English newlyweds. Your room has been reserved across the hall from Dovjenskji." Jack stopped talking to scowl menacingly at Sark. Sark, as always, showed no reaction. "You will dine in the hotel's restaurant, that is where he is meeting the first of his contacts. Marshall..."
Marshall stood. "Hey. How you all doing?" He glanced at Sark, audibly gulped and nervously smoothed his tie. "Ok, so you are gathering information on this guy right? Well what is a better way to do that than take photos? But it would be too obvious just carrying around a camera right?" Marshall mimes holding up a camera. "Like, 'Oh sir? Do you mind if we just take a-a photo of you meeting with, like, top secret..." He trailed off to see the other three staring at him. "Oh, ok. Yes, so I developed this super cool camera instead. Neat, huh?" Syd, Sark and Jack looked expectantly at Marshall. There was no camera anywhere in sight. Marshall said, "Huh," and scratched his ear. Suddenly a picture of Sydney, Jack and Sark pops up on the screens in front of them. "You see? That's the best part. It's disguised as a button. This baby can take pictures from up to two hundred metres away and then transmit them to a satellite which then feeds them directly back to us here at SD-6. All the fun of-of holiday snaps without the price of developing." With that Marshall glanced around, and sat back into his chair with a 'plop'.
Jack details them on the rest of the mission. "Any questions?" Sydney spoke up. "Yeah, why are we posing as English people? Is there a reason for that?" For the first time during the meeting, and possibly his whole life, a small smile lit Jack's face. "Yes. You are going in as an English couple because Sloane doubted that Sark would pull off any other accent convincingly." At this Sark spoke up, for the first time that day. "Won't it seem a little suspicious if we book in and out in the space of 24 hours? If we are truly posing as newlyweds, shouldn't we stay at least a week, so as not to arouse suspicion?" Jack glared daggers at Sark, but it was Sydney who spoke up. "Not if we say that we are just staying the night on the way to the Swiss Alps," she said with venom in her voice. The tension was rising in the room. "You have first class tickets booked to leave tomorrow at 1800," Jack said, effectively ending the meeting. Marshall near flew from the room, and away from Sark.
Jack left the room, with all the fury of a bear with rabies, leaving Sydney and Sark to face off against each other. Surprisingly, Sark merely said, "Shall we meet here tomorrow at 1600, to get everything prepared?" Sydney, who was prepared for a fight, merely nodded glumly. It seemed that Sark did not want to fight. *Darn. I really wanted to yell at him today.* With a nod, Sark left the room, leaving Syd alone with her thoughts.
A/N: In this fic Irina did not go into CIA custody. Sark has always been in her employ. Sark is still working for Derevko, and is also working for Sloane, as a double agent for 'The Man'. Syd is still a double agent. Sark knows that Syd is a double agent and Syd knows that Sark is a double agent but they both don't know that the other knows that they are a double agent. Confusing, huh? I'm going to say that this an AU fic, with Sarkney tendencies implied. Also Vaughn, Jack, and basically everyone else are portrayed as ninnies because they aren't the main characters. All characters belong to the mastermind, J.J. Abrams. Brilliant man.
CHAPTER 1: Sydney Bristow was called into the conference room at SD-6. Her employer, Arvin Sloane, had called a meeting and she really didn't want to go. It was 7am on a Monday morning. *Who calls meetings this early? That man has NO conscious! But wait... he's evil, what did I expect?* Sydney thought as she made her way to the conference room.
Upon entering the room, Sydney stopped and stared. There was nothing really wrong with the picture. Sloane, Dixon, her father, and Marshall were all there, but she could still not get used to the thought that Sark was cooperating with Sloane, therefore earning himself a place at the meetings. Syd composed herself, strode into the room and sat down in the seat furthest from Sark. She folded her hands on the table and waited for Sloane to start the meeting.
"As you all know we've had our eye on Nikoli Dovjenskji. A man well known for his underhanded dealings with the Alliance, and suspected to be in collusion with Irina Derevko." At the mention of this name, Jack flinched ever so slightly. "We have received Intel that he is planning on meeting some contacts in Paris. We need you, Sydney, to go to Paris and gather information about what the meeting is regarding."
Sydney forced herself to smile at Sloane. She really detested the man. She kept herself entertained during these meetings by thinking of all the ways she could kill him. Sloane continued on. "We are sending Sark in with you. You are posing as newlyweds on your Honeymoon."
At this Sydney's eyes grew wide. She had to pose as Sark's wife? She had to pretend to love SARK? What was this new form of torture? She hazarded a glance at Sark down the table, but as ever, Sark's face was impassive. She began to wonder what his thoughts were on the mission but then stopped herself. Why was she caring what Sark thought?
"How long will we be in Paris for?" Sydney hoped it wasn't to be a long mission. She didn't know if she could be civil to Sark for long. "You'll be in Paris for 24 hours. Dovjenskji should be finished his business in that time." Sloane stood and ended the meeting with, "You father will brief you on the details." With that Sloane left the conference room. *I really hate that man. And he's really... short. And bald.* Sydney's brain was not functioning well enough to come up with any worthy insults. Dixon left the conference room soon after Sloane, leaving Sydney, Jack, Sark and Marshall.
Jack stood up and opened the folder he had in front of him. "So you are going to Paris, posing as upper crust English newlyweds. Your room has been reserved across the hall from Dovjenskji." Jack stopped talking to scowl menacingly at Sark. Sark, as always, showed no reaction. "You will dine in the hotel's restaurant, that is where he is meeting the first of his contacts. Marshall..."
Marshall stood. "Hey. How you all doing?" He glanced at Sark, audibly gulped and nervously smoothed his tie. "Ok, so you are gathering information on this guy right? Well what is a better way to do that than take photos? But it would be too obvious just carrying around a camera right?" Marshall mimes holding up a camera. "Like, 'Oh sir? Do you mind if we just take a-a photo of you meeting with, like, top secret..." He trailed off to see the other three staring at him. "Oh, ok. Yes, so I developed this super cool camera instead. Neat, huh?" Syd, Sark and Jack looked expectantly at Marshall. There was no camera anywhere in sight. Marshall said, "Huh," and scratched his ear. Suddenly a picture of Sydney, Jack and Sark pops up on the screens in front of them. "You see? That's the best part. It's disguised as a button. This baby can take pictures from up to two hundred metres away and then transmit them to a satellite which then feeds them directly back to us here at SD-6. All the fun of-of holiday snaps without the price of developing." With that Marshall glanced around, and sat back into his chair with a 'plop'.
Jack details them on the rest of the mission. "Any questions?" Sydney spoke up. "Yeah, why are we posing as English people? Is there a reason for that?" For the first time during the meeting, and possibly his whole life, a small smile lit Jack's face. "Yes. You are going in as an English couple because Sloane doubted that Sark would pull off any other accent convincingly." At this Sark spoke up, for the first time that day. "Won't it seem a little suspicious if we book in and out in the space of 24 hours? If we are truly posing as newlyweds, shouldn't we stay at least a week, so as not to arouse suspicion?" Jack glared daggers at Sark, but it was Sydney who spoke up. "Not if we say that we are just staying the night on the way to the Swiss Alps," she said with venom in her voice. The tension was rising in the room. "You have first class tickets booked to leave tomorrow at 1800," Jack said, effectively ending the meeting. Marshall near flew from the room, and away from Sark.
Jack left the room, with all the fury of a bear with rabies, leaving Sydney and Sark to face off against each other. Surprisingly, Sark merely said, "Shall we meet here tomorrow at 1600, to get everything prepared?" Sydney, who was prepared for a fight, merely nodded glumly. It seemed that Sark did not want to fight. *Darn. I really wanted to yell at him today.* With a nod, Sark left the room, leaving Syd alone with her thoughts.