Fanfiction: Sydney/Sark - "Abducted" - PG-13
Title: Abducted
Author: MercedesMiller
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Alias is the property of J.J. Abrahams, I'm just borrowing two characters, and solemnly swear to return them again.
Pairing: Sydney/Sark
Warning: Vaughn lovers eat your heart out!
Summary: A drabble about Sydney and Sark getting abducted by aliens.. Yes, it really is that simple.
A/N: Reviews are appreciated, please no flames I haven't been around long enough to build up my resistance against them!
"It's all your fault! You probably beeped them up with your secret antennas!", Sydney screams at Sark from across the room. Merely an hour ago they were still both in Rome, stealing yet another Rimbaldi device. But then there was a white light, so bright it hurt their eyes. The next time they opened their eyes again they were in a grey room, bound on metal slabs. The dynamic duo's been abducted by aliens...
"You're actually insinuating that I like being in this situation?! And by the way, they most likely picked us because they would like to study you further...at least what they couldn't already see." Although Sark can't even move an inch, he's secretly thrilled about the fact that both of them are restrained. Looking over at Sydney confirms his suspicions; Agent Bristow's growling like a beast and from the look of things wishes for nothing more than to clamp her paws around Sark's elegant neck and squeeze.
"What's wrong with my outfit? You know Sark, it's natural to own clothes that aren't suits. I can't help it that men, as the weaker sex, are so easily distracted when they see a little flesh. I just take advantage of it. You do realize that I was on a mission, right? So, it's not my fault that those losers at SD-6 always dress me like a hooker."
From the other side of the room, Sark is trying to laugh and still keep on breathing at the same time. Although, laughing might be a big word. It's more like snickering, never laughing! Oh, no, Julian Sark, freelance assassin, doesn't participate in something so plebeian, he merely smirks. Much more threatening and villainy.
"A little flesh?! You call that a little? Xena wears more than that on an average day!" Suddenly, Sark adopts a more serious tone. "Speaking of SD-6, you know my offer still stands...You could always work with me. Then you'd never have to wear another one of those ridiculous get-ups.."
"If I weren't bound to this table, I would so come over there and kick your ass!"
"What?! Could you repeat that one more time, I believe I've gone partially deaf...." Gaping at the alien life form stood in front of them, Sydney looks like her eyes are going to pop out of their sockets.
Equally shocked, but never lost for words, Sark replies, "I believe, as this gentleman here so casually pointed out, that they want us to 'mate'."
"Oh, right. That's what I thought. Not deaf then, just gone insane.."
"It's not as if I fancy shagging you, just so that these wankers can write a report about human reproduction. I always pictured it to be a little more intimate and in private." He can't helps but add, throwing another of his evil smirks at Sydney.