A/N: Originally this was going to be a story about Sark battling a teddy bear but it took a 180 and I think it turned out good. By the way Ain't No Rest For The Wicked is a song by Cage the Elephant. I needed a title and this fit :) Great song.
Disclaimer: I do not own Alias sad but true.
Spy extraordinaire, Julian Sark was tired after completing another successful mission. He was now sitting on a plane trying to get some sleep. The keyword was trying. Soon after shutting his eyes, a small black haired boy sat next to Julian. He couldn't be older than seven or eight.
"Hi." He said to Sark in a very happy and excited tone.
"Hello." Julian replied attempting to go to sleep again.
"What's your name?" The boy asked.
Deciding whether or not he should use his real name or an alias Sark finally said "Julian."
The boy smiled and said "My name is Matt, Julian is a funny name. Do you ever get made fun of?"
"No." Sark replied with a hint of annoyance.
"You don't talk much." The boy mumbled.
"Your right I don't, so why don't you try talking to someone else." Sark had lost his temper. Then Julian noticed the boy had started to cry. "Oh no." Sark murmured.
The other passengers started to give him angry looks when the boy yelled "You're mean!"
"Calm down, I'm sorry, here have a dollar." Sark tried to bribe the boy as he reached in his wallet.
"Make it ten dollars and we have a deal." Matt said, his tears were gone and his voice back to normal.
"What?" Sark asked.
"Ten dollars or I will start crying again." He said with a small but noticeable smirk.
Although he didn't want to Sark handed him some money and said "Here's fifthteen."
"Thank you" Matt said putting the money in his pocket.
"I'm curious; do you make a lot doing that?" Sark asked.
Matt thought about this. "On a good week I make about thirty bucks."
"That's impressive." Sark said. The thought of sleep, he determined would have to wait until he arrived at his hotel.
"Really, most people think I'm bad for doing this." The boy said with a laugh.
"Well I admire it." Sark said.
"So, what is your job?" The boy asked after a few minutes of silence.
"It will cost you fifteen dollars." Sark replied with a smile.
The boy laughed. "Very funny, really what do you do?"
"I'm serious, fifteen dollars and I will tell you." He said with a straight face.
"Fine, how about ten?" Matt held out a ten dollar bill.
"Okay." Julian took the money. "I work for very important people and I trade things with other important people." He told the boy, it wasn't really a lie but it wasn't the whole truth.
"My dad used to do the same thing, but he died." The boy's face suddenly looked sad. "My nanny says I look like him."
As the plane was about to land Sark looked at the boy and he reminded him of Sydney. "What's your full name?" He asked suddenly. The chances of the boy actually being related to Sydney Bristow were slim if not impossible but after everything Sark has seen anything was possible.
"Matthew Wade Walker-Thorne." He said slightly confused.
Julian Sark's mouth fell open a little bit. He could not believe it. Still confused by Julian's face Matt went on to say "I'm here to meet my mother and grandfather for the first time."
"That's nice." That was all Sark could think to say.