Author: quicksilver angel

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Sydney's not the only one with ghosts from the past. 'Frank' from Donnie Darko starts visiting a certain blond-haired assassin...

Disclaimer: I do not own the program "Alias" or any of the characters in it. If I did, Vaughn, Lauren and a number of other characters would quickly become forgotten in my fanatical shipping of angsty SARKNEY...but then again, that would mean that David Anders would have to start getting it on with Jennifer Garner on screen and that's kinda gross considering their age difference...hmm. Ah well. Since I don't have any say about the storyline of the actual show, I don't have to worry 'bout that.

Oh yeah, I don't own 'Frank' or any of the other characters from Donnie Darko either. I'm just exercising my poetic licence cuz I'm too young to drive ;)

Shipping: Sarkney

Timeline: nothing specific...after Sydney kills Alison and returns to the CIA

Warning: Writer's Block has been stalking me these past few years. If it gets crap, don't flame

Chapter 1

-Thoughts-

There's another world inside of me that you may never see. There's secrets in this life that I can't hide. Somewhere in this darkness, there's a light that I can't find. Maybe it's too far away...or maybe I'm just blind

3 Doors Down- When I'm Gone

He is an assassin- skilled in his line of work, of course. His lover was also an assassin- she was exceptional at her job and no one pretends otherwise. His identity is kept a secret most of the time; when he is addressed by another, it is always as 'Mr. Sark'. His first name is a mystery to most...even those close to him. That is a minority. He remains- or rather, had remained- in close contact with exactly 4 people: his lover, his 'rival', his rival's mother- he smirks- and...Sloane.

Three of those contacts are female. One of them hates him, one of them regards him as an insubordinate, and the last...he used to think she loved him. He used to think he loved her. He's not sure what to think anymore. He doesn't think she's thought much about him either. They've both been busy lately. Him with his assignments and her with her death and all...he doesn't remember much about her funeral. Did she even have one? Surely she did? It doesn't matter. It's of the past now- a past that he wants desperately to forget. He often gets his way. He's forgetting already.

Alison... Her name means little to him now. Things have changed...things are changing. His emotions- something he tries to shut out altogether- are in complete disarray. Disarray... disorder; confusion. Even everyday words hold more meaning than his ex-lover's name. Surely that should tell him something? But then again, she did spend the last few months of her life in another's body. That shouldn't have changed his love for her. But it did.

He thought he'd love her forever. He thought they'd last to eternity and beyond. If they could keep up a relationship despite their chaotic lifestyles, they were invincible...right?

He sips wine from the glass in his hand. He's always enjoyed his wine. He isn't an alcoholic. Just...a connoisseur. He smiles. And it isn't a smirk. Wow. What an achievement. He takes another sip, letting the red liquid trickle down his throat slowly. Equally slowly, his past trickles out of his mind, unwanted details vanishing. But if that's what he wants, why is he frowning? He stares into the glass, swishing the wine around with graceful movements of the wrist. He's not sure what to think anymore.

A/N

Mm...just a muse of mine. Kinda felt like writing something instead of doin my homework.

winks

Naughty me.

Is it good? Should I continue? I'm gonna build it into a story somehow...once I do my English homework.