Title: Rude Awakening
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't claim anything of Alias... Though I would Like to claim David Anders yummie, but anyways... For Non-Profit stuff... You know the routine... JJ Abrams is the Genius not me...
Spoilers: Of Course... Taken after "Closings"
Pairings: Sarkney
Summary: After getting Leonid Lisenker a top Covenant official, Sydney must get the one person who will stop her, from getting her revenge on the Covenant. Julian Sark.
Authors Notes: My second Sarkney... my first one, was plotless, and just for the hell of it. I hope this one exceeds expectations. Comment would be appreciated very much so. On with the story :)
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Sydney looked around the office. Everyone was the same as they'd been for the past 3 months. Only those who were closely nit with her were the ones rejoicing. Leonid was starting to give his confession, in full blows now. And the more disgusting points of it aswell. She really didn't want to deal with the little bastard after what he did to her and Vaughn in the Korean Military Base.
Vaughn had confessed to her something she really didn't want to be confessed. How the hell was she supposed to react around him? And even more, Lauren. She sighed slowly as he watched Lauren talk with Dixon about Leonid. She slowly reverted to her desk. Somewhere where she felt alone, finally at peace from everyone praising her thoughtless work. She did it as a spur of the moment situation. She was actually quite pissed off at all the praise she would get when other CIA Officals did much better work than she did.
She started to do the endless paperwork. She got quite cross with herself when she would get it all done, and have nothing to do. But today she was happy with the results. It was drawing on 7pm, and she felt she'd just go home and watch some movies. But no... some crazy lunatic bastard has to inturupt her life. Putting her personal affairs on hold yet once again. But that was what a good Agent of the CIA did... Put their personal affairs off when ever their good country called for them, to protect the world. She never wanted to become a super-hero as a child, all she wanted was her mother there, but did she ever get what she wanted, never.
Sydney got out of her chair only to submit herself to another chair. She looked around the table. Marshall, Weiss, Vaughn, Lauren, her Father, and Dixon. That was always the case now. She felt like she was in a clique back in highschool. Only hanging out with the same people all the time. She then shook her head. She had to be a good little agent like everyone wanted her to be.
"Hello everyone." Dixon's voice bellowed. He was not to pleased about the inturuptance, he hardly got time with his children anymore. "Well again we've got to stop the notorious Sark." He sighed. "Sark has a few Rambaldi artifacts hitting Aulstralia. Sydney, Aulstralia to be precise. Then they are going to Britan." He said slowly.
"Why are they stopping in Aulstrailia when they could just go to Britian?" Sydney asked.
"Well Sark is currently in Aulstralia. We had some extra men try to get him, and all they could bring back was the intell for the opp. Which brings me to my point. Sark will be attending a party held by this man-" He said clicking the pen he had in his hand, and a picture came up on the screen. It was a mid-50's man, and he seemed to be very wealthy as he was surrounded by a lavish house behind him in the picture. "His name is Juncan Turnis. A partner of Arvin Sloane's... Sloane has agreed to help us get in there, and get some intell of where in Britian Sark will be landing, by having the person go into Sarks room secretively." He paused. "And another point. Sydney..." He said looking around the room to avoid her eyes.
"Oh no... Dixon come on..." She pleaded.
"Unfortunatly the only condition to get into the party with Sloane, he wanted only you." He said regretting it. "I would've chosen anyone, but he said only you... I'm sorry... Marshall will have the details for you. Vaughn and Weiss you guys will be doing survaillance from a truck outside the mansion." He sighed, then nodded to the others, signalling that the meeting was over.
Jack made his way to Sydney. She was quite furious at the moment, and he couldn't help but be cross with her. Sloane was probably doing this just to agonize her, and he was probably loving it.
"Dad... I'm sick and tired of always being the one at Sloanes disposal... aren't we supposed to have the ace up our sleeve instead of him?" She said in a cross monologue. "I'm sick and tired of it always being me... why didn't he pick you, or anyone else?! Damnit I'm fed up!"
"He wouldn't trust me that well, and you... He still thinks of you as a daughter." He said softly.
"Well he better stop, cause I'm not doing this anymore." She said storming out of the room.
She met with Marshall, and slowly listened to the boring details, and only caught the way to work the gadgets and then the way to get them back. He handed her a diamond necklace, that had a camera in it, and then a pair of matching earings, used for hearing Weiss and Vaughn. She sighed. Yet another brainless op. Always the same, always rescue the peices of mass destruction, then triumph over the bad guy. She'd done it millions of times... why hadn't the bad guy died yet? There were to many bad guys, and only one of her. No one seemded to get that little fact.
She already had everything layed out by 10. Seeing as she usualy had 10 things ready for any opp, she just did that to eliminate time. She had a black chiffon dress, and then smaller heels then she usualy had, then the odds and ends of her needs. An 8mm, as usual, then a .388. Just the usual weaponry. She slowly then packed it, and headed for the door. She looked at her place one last time it was annoying her to no end, that she had it, but could never spend time in it. She shrugged it off, and then headed out the door, to her car and drove quite rapidly to the airport. She arrived 10 minutes earlier than Vaughn and Weiss, and sat down.
Once on the plane, she decided to take some finally deserved rest. She hadn't had any good sleep in the past three days, and decided it was time to have some good R&R for herself. But again inturupted. She gave a heavy and noticeable agrivated sigh towards Vaughn and Weiss.
"Okay so, Sark is staying in room 29. Perfectly on the top floor, now there should be some security around the top floor seeing as most higher ranked officials would be there. So just be careful, we'll be on link throughout the whole thing so there." Vaughn said as he looked at Weiss then at Sydney. She had a rather pessimistic face on.
"I know all of this... but why did we have to go over it?" She growled.
"Well we always do..." Vaughn replied.
"Well if thats all gentle men... I'm going to sleep." She said getting up, and going to the other end of the plane seating area to sit down, and then she layed her head down comfortably on the pillow that she had placed there.
"Whats up with her?" Weiss said softly.
"Well working with Sloane can't be that great for her..." Vaughn said. That was the last thing spoken throughout the whole mission, and getting to the actual party.
Sydney had her hair all done up, as usual and her dress made her figure even more perfect. Her dark copper brown eyes, just complemented the diamonds she had around her ears and neck.
iOkay Mountainier... Sloane is just to the left of the doors waiting for you. Good luck./i She heard through the com in her earings.
"Trust me, I'm not the one needing it." She said passing a smile as Sloane. Both he and her knew it was a fake one.
"You look quite beautiful Sydney..." He said slyly.
"Shut up Sloane, the only reason I'm doing this, is because its my job, this has no reference to you, and never will... I still despise everything about you, and I have a strong, and most prominant feeling that will stay put." She said as she walked through the doors, but her fake smile still showed.
"Ahh Sydney, but without me... This wouldn't be happening." He grinned.
"There is a thing called tactics... We could've easily done this without your help, but Dixon chose to use it... god knows why." She said her voice becoming a bit louder.
iCalm down Syd/i She heard Weiss's voice say to her, she slowly paused and thought it through.
"There will be a 1 minute Power Failure, and within that time I'll leave...." She said slowly.
"Like the last time." He smirked wryly.
"No... this time I have even more hatred for yo---" She paused as the powerfailure happened. She quickly ran up the stairs before it came back on. Once it did she waited untill the commotion had died. Once it did, and the party was going back to normal, she took out her 8mm and readied it for any sort of use. She quickly made her way to the top floor, and then paused at the second last door. The 29th.
She slowly opened the door. But paused as she figured out it was unlocked. She then paused, and almost dropped her gun, as she saw Sark directly infront of her with a gun pointed straight at her. As if he'd been waiting for her.
"Hello Ms. Bristow... So gladly we meet again... Except this time its better that you don't have a knife to my privates this time." He grinned. His voice was as cocky as ever, and his accent came through so clear it was crystal.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't claim anything of Alias... Though I would Like to claim David Anders yummie, but anyways... For Non-Profit stuff... You know the routine... JJ Abrams is the Genius not me...
Spoilers: Of Course... Taken after "Closings"
Pairings: Sarkney
Summary: After getting Leonid Lisenker a top Covenant official, Sydney must get the one person who will stop her, from getting her revenge on the Covenant. Julian Sark.
Authors Notes: My second Sarkney... my first one, was plotless, and just for the hell of it. I hope this one exceeds expectations. Comment would be appreciated very much so. On with the story :)
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Sydney looked around the office. Everyone was the same as they'd been for the past 3 months. Only those who were closely nit with her were the ones rejoicing. Leonid was starting to give his confession, in full blows now. And the more disgusting points of it aswell. She really didn't want to deal with the little bastard after what he did to her and Vaughn in the Korean Military Base.
Vaughn had confessed to her something she really didn't want to be confessed. How the hell was she supposed to react around him? And even more, Lauren. She sighed slowly as he watched Lauren talk with Dixon about Leonid. She slowly reverted to her desk. Somewhere where she felt alone, finally at peace from everyone praising her thoughtless work. She did it as a spur of the moment situation. She was actually quite pissed off at all the praise she would get when other CIA Officals did much better work than she did.
She started to do the endless paperwork. She got quite cross with herself when she would get it all done, and have nothing to do. But today she was happy with the results. It was drawing on 7pm, and she felt she'd just go home and watch some movies. But no... some crazy lunatic bastard has to inturupt her life. Putting her personal affairs on hold yet once again. But that was what a good Agent of the CIA did... Put their personal affairs off when ever their good country called for them, to protect the world. She never wanted to become a super-hero as a child, all she wanted was her mother there, but did she ever get what she wanted, never.
Sydney got out of her chair only to submit herself to another chair. She looked around the table. Marshall, Weiss, Vaughn, Lauren, her Father, and Dixon. That was always the case now. She felt like she was in a clique back in highschool. Only hanging out with the same people all the time. She then shook her head. She had to be a good little agent like everyone wanted her to be.
"Hello everyone." Dixon's voice bellowed. He was not to pleased about the inturuptance, he hardly got time with his children anymore. "Well again we've got to stop the notorious Sark." He sighed. "Sark has a few Rambaldi artifacts hitting Aulstralia. Sydney, Aulstralia to be precise. Then they are going to Britan." He said slowly.
"Why are they stopping in Aulstrailia when they could just go to Britian?" Sydney asked.
"Well Sark is currently in Aulstralia. We had some extra men try to get him, and all they could bring back was the intell for the opp. Which brings me to my point. Sark will be attending a party held by this man-" He said clicking the pen he had in his hand, and a picture came up on the screen. It was a mid-50's man, and he seemed to be very wealthy as he was surrounded by a lavish house behind him in the picture. "His name is Juncan Turnis. A partner of Arvin Sloane's... Sloane has agreed to help us get in there, and get some intell of where in Britian Sark will be landing, by having the person go into Sarks room secretively." He paused. "And another point. Sydney..." He said looking around the room to avoid her eyes.
"Oh no... Dixon come on..." She pleaded.
"Unfortunatly the only condition to get into the party with Sloane, he wanted only you." He said regretting it. "I would've chosen anyone, but he said only you... I'm sorry... Marshall will have the details for you. Vaughn and Weiss you guys will be doing survaillance from a truck outside the mansion." He sighed, then nodded to the others, signalling that the meeting was over.
Jack made his way to Sydney. She was quite furious at the moment, and he couldn't help but be cross with her. Sloane was probably doing this just to agonize her, and he was probably loving it.
"Dad... I'm sick and tired of always being the one at Sloanes disposal... aren't we supposed to have the ace up our sleeve instead of him?" She said in a cross monologue. "I'm sick and tired of it always being me... why didn't he pick you, or anyone else?! Damnit I'm fed up!"
"He wouldn't trust me that well, and you... He still thinks of you as a daughter." He said softly.
"Well he better stop, cause I'm not doing this anymore." She said storming out of the room.
She met with Marshall, and slowly listened to the boring details, and only caught the way to work the gadgets and then the way to get them back. He handed her a diamond necklace, that had a camera in it, and then a pair of matching earings, used for hearing Weiss and Vaughn. She sighed. Yet another brainless op. Always the same, always rescue the peices of mass destruction, then triumph over the bad guy. She'd done it millions of times... why hadn't the bad guy died yet? There were to many bad guys, and only one of her. No one seemded to get that little fact.
She already had everything layed out by 10. Seeing as she usualy had 10 things ready for any opp, she just did that to eliminate time. She had a black chiffon dress, and then smaller heels then she usualy had, then the odds and ends of her needs. An 8mm, as usual, then a .388. Just the usual weaponry. She slowly then packed it, and headed for the door. She looked at her place one last time it was annoying her to no end, that she had it, but could never spend time in it. She shrugged it off, and then headed out the door, to her car and drove quite rapidly to the airport. She arrived 10 minutes earlier than Vaughn and Weiss, and sat down.
Once on the plane, she decided to take some finally deserved rest. She hadn't had any good sleep in the past three days, and decided it was time to have some good R&R for herself. But again inturupted. She gave a heavy and noticeable agrivated sigh towards Vaughn and Weiss.
"Okay so, Sark is staying in room 29. Perfectly on the top floor, now there should be some security around the top floor seeing as most higher ranked officials would be there. So just be careful, we'll be on link throughout the whole thing so there." Vaughn said as he looked at Weiss then at Sydney. She had a rather pessimistic face on.
"I know all of this... but why did we have to go over it?" She growled.
"Well we always do..." Vaughn replied.
"Well if thats all gentle men... I'm going to sleep." She said getting up, and going to the other end of the plane seating area to sit down, and then she layed her head down comfortably on the pillow that she had placed there.
"Whats up with her?" Weiss said softly.
"Well working with Sloane can't be that great for her..." Vaughn said. That was the last thing spoken throughout the whole mission, and getting to the actual party.
Sydney had her hair all done up, as usual and her dress made her figure even more perfect. Her dark copper brown eyes, just complemented the diamonds she had around her ears and neck.
iOkay Mountainier... Sloane is just to the left of the doors waiting for you. Good luck./i She heard through the com in her earings.
"Trust me, I'm not the one needing it." She said passing a smile as Sloane. Both he and her knew it was a fake one.
"You look quite beautiful Sydney..." He said slyly.
"Shut up Sloane, the only reason I'm doing this, is because its my job, this has no reference to you, and never will... I still despise everything about you, and I have a strong, and most prominant feeling that will stay put." She said as she walked through the doors, but her fake smile still showed.
"Ahh Sydney, but without me... This wouldn't be happening." He grinned.
"There is a thing called tactics... We could've easily done this without your help, but Dixon chose to use it... god knows why." She said her voice becoming a bit louder.
iCalm down Syd/i She heard Weiss's voice say to her, she slowly paused and thought it through.
"There will be a 1 minute Power Failure, and within that time I'll leave...." She said slowly.
"Like the last time." He smirked wryly.
"No... this time I have even more hatred for yo---" She paused as the powerfailure happened. She quickly ran up the stairs before it came back on. Once it did she waited untill the commotion had died. Once it did, and the party was going back to normal, she took out her 8mm and readied it for any sort of use. She quickly made her way to the top floor, and then paused at the second last door. The 29th.
She slowly opened the door. But paused as she figured out it was unlocked. She then paused, and almost dropped her gun, as she saw Sark directly infront of her with a gun pointed straight at her. As if he'd been waiting for her.
"Hello Ms. Bristow... So gladly we meet again... Except this time its better that you don't have a knife to my privates this time." He grinned. His voice was as cocky as ever, and his accent came through so clear it was crystal.