Title: These Aliases
Author: people-alwayz-leave
Rating: T
Pairings: Sark/Sydney, Jack/Irina
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Alias.

HERE'S THE CHAPTER ALL THE SAME. THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO HAS REVIEWED. YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME : ) HOPE THE RUSSIAN TRANSLATIONS AREN'T THROWING ANYONE TOO MUCH. I ALWAYS LIKED IT WHEN PEOPLE DID IT THAT WAY FOR SOME REASON :SHRUGS: SO HERE GOES

SYDNEY'S POV

I think back to the look in the man's eyes. I know that look. It was a look of recognition. I needed to tell Kendall. But tell him what? I've been made and I need extraction? No. I'm going to do my job. I'll be extracted if I have no other options. And for right now, I do. I'm going to do my job. And then I'm going home. Dima leads me back to the playhouse. I can tell he's thinking, no doubt about his brother. "Maybe he'll come around." I hear myself say it and can't really remember why. He looks up and looks slowly over at me. "No Fedora. He will not." We finish the walk in silence as he leads me back through the dingy hall to the VIP room in the club. Dima takes Melor into a back room and I am left alone. I listen for anything that seems important, but there isn't really anything. Some low level drug dealers are making deals. A pimp is making money. Nothing that interests me. Until.

The body guard comes up asking for the boss. Someone says he's with Junior in the back. The guard mutters something about Junior being too junior to take over the business. That's interesting. So when he does take over, no one will be loyal like they are now. The man beside him catches it as well. "Well, Dimitri isn't doing that good of a job either. It won't last much longer." The bodyguard nods. I almost have an idea. But then I would be a tattle tale. Oh who was I kidding? This man could lose his life over this. But so could Dima. I sigh, not sure what to do. "Are you planning?" There is a pause. "Aren't I always? Just like when Alexei was in charge. It won't last. Alexei was too trusting. When his mother was killed," he paused shaking his head. "and his father moved back to Moscow, he may as well have given up then. There was almost no point." The bodyguard nods. "What is it going to take?" The man looks over at the bodyguard and smiles. "Only one. That's all it ever takes." Now I'm getting nervous. I don't like this at all. They're divulging too much in front of me. They can't be that stupid. "And me?" The qusetion was relatively simple. 'What is it going to take to save my own butt when he goes down?' "One thing." The bodyguard nods and waits for an answer beyond that. The first man pulls out a gun and shoots him between the eyes. "Always one thing."

Everyone looks up horrified. Dima comes running, shouting my name. I don't know what to do so I pull a Scarlet O'Hara. I fein fainting. He catches me right before I fall to the ground and picks me up. He tells the men on the couch to move in Russian and walks me carefully to it. He lays me down and strokes my hair. I let my eyes flutter open. He is there, so concerned. He looks so old. "I won't leave you again. I'm so sorry." He held my hand in his and squeezed it. Melor is standing with the man. "Taras, you're going to have to tell me what happened." (A/N: MEANS MUTINEER OR REBEL IN RUSSIAN) I know that Melor is attempting to be calm, but you can see it on his face that he doesn't like death. "Taras..." I try to whisper, but take a deep breath. It reminds me of the time that Will told me about ivestigating Danny's death right after he died, the act I put on in the resturant. "What darling?" Dima leans in closer to me and lovingly pushes the hair out of my face. "I think what she's trying to say, darling Dima, is that Taras shot and killed that bodyguard." There's only one voice that sounds like that. My heart stops.

Taras looks around like he's been slapped. "Pardon me sir?" He is cloaked in shadows, but I know. "You shot him. Right after you tried to get him involved in a mutiny against your boss." Taras pales considerably. "Isn't that what you were going for Miss?" All I can do is nod. Dima looks between the shadowed voice and me. "Is it true? You need to be absolutely sure. He will die for his crime." I look up at him with tears in my eyes. "I wish none of this were true." That's all the answer he needs. He is angry and I know the loyalty runs deep. They have already cleaned up the body I see and I am almost impressed with their quickness. Melor is standing there shocked. "Mutiny. In my own cousin. I made something out of you. I gave you money. I gave you a city of your own. But you're just never satisfied are you?" Taras looks away and Dima slaps him. Hard. When Taras falls to the floor he leans down and grabs him by the hair of his head. He whispers something in his ear. Taras says something back, and Dima tenses. When he stands, his eyes are cold and he kicks him swiftly in the stomach, no doubt as hard as he can. Taras rolls onto his side and for a moment, I am scared that he will kill him himself. "Take him." His voice is low and cold, sending a chill through the room. And down my spine.

DIMA'S POV

"But Father, she is growing so quickly. Go to Alexei. If you don't he will be lost forever." Right on cue it seems, a shot rings out. I run out quickly, forgetting my father. Forgetting Alexei and Pashca. Only thinking of her. I'm shouting her name and she looks up at me. And then she feints. I get to her right before she hits the ground. "Move!" I yell at the men on the couch. I stroke her hair, checking her for any wounds that she may have. Her eyes flutter open and my heart races. "I won't leave you again. I'm so sorry." I squeeze her hand, trying to reassure her the only way I know how. I know that my father is trying to be calm, but we had already feared this. He is standing with cousin Taras, talking it out. Whoever it was had to pay somehow. The severity of the punishment depended on the reasons. "Taras..." Her voice is weak and I wonder how she knows his name. "What darling?" I lean towards her to hear her better. I'm trying to remain calm also, knowing that when I find out who did this... "I think what she's trying to say Darling Dima is that Taras shot and killed that bodyguard." Fedora's eyes get wide when the voice speaks. It has startled us both. Taras looks around, trying to look innocent, but I see through it. "Pardon me sir?" The voice is hiding in the shadows but I can see his outline.

"You shot him. Right after you tried to get him involved in a mutiny against your boss." Taras pales, looking around for an exit. "Isn't that what you were going for Miss?" She simply nods. I looks between the shadowed voice and her. "Is it true? You need to be absolutely sure. He will die for his crime." She looks at me with tears in her eyes and I see fear and shock hidden there. "I wish none of this were true." That's all the answer that I need. Father is simply standing there, in a state of shock. "Mutiny. In my own cousin. I made something out of you. I gave you money. I gave you a city of your own. But you're just never satisfied are you?" Taras looks away and I slap him, not as hard as I can. My hand stings and burns where it made contact. When Taras falls to the floor I leaned down and grabed him by the hair of his head. "If you had hurt her. I would have killed you myself. You don't deserve the easy way out that you are going to get." Taras looks up at me and has the audacity to speak. "Just like your slut of a mother didn't. Selling herself for secrets." I tense and stand. I kick him swiftly in the stomach, as hard as I can. Taras rolls onto his side and for a moment, and I consider killing him myself. First Fedora and now my mother. "Take him." I almost don't recognize the voice that speaks. It is low and cold, sending a chill through the room. And then I recognize it. It is my brother's voice, coming from my mouth.

SYDNEY'S POV

They take Taras out the back entrance, and I'm not sure which makes me sicker. Knowing that he is there watching me, or knowing that a man just died because of me. Again. And it's then that I realize, laying on a couch in Moscow, playing girlfriend of a man I don't know, that I want out.

SARK'S POV

I watch her feign fainting. I move to catch her when Dima comes running out, shouting her name. He comes to her and catches her. I shrink back as I see what Alexei had been talking about. This wasn't good. Everyone looks around, a mixture of horror and fear. He walks her carfully to the couch and strokes her hair. I clench my fists. Her eyes flutter like they do when she first wakes up. Stop it. Focus. "I won't leave you again. I'm so sorry." He holds her hand and I watch as he squeezes it gently, trying to comfort her. I suddenly want to cut his hand off. I hear the boss talking with Taras. It's almost time. The boss isn't happy. He doesn't like when he doesn't know what's going on. Especially when it involves death with him in so close a proximity. I hear her whisper his name and I know that's my cue. "What darling?" Dima leans in closer to her and pushes the hair out of her face. Now I want to shoot him. "I think what she's trying to say, darling Dima, is that Taras shot and killed that bodyguard." My voice is snarkier than usual.

Taras looks around like he's been slapped and Sydney doesn't look much better, trying to follow my voice. "Pardon me sir?" I remain in the shadows that will make this much more dramatic than it already is. "You shot him. Right after you tried to get him involved in a mutiny against your boss." Taras pales considerably. "Isn't that what you were going for Miss?" All she does is nod and I want to laugh. The only time I have ever rendered her speechless and I can't tease her about it. Dima looks between her and where he thinks I am located. Although he is looking in the wrong spot, his eyes snap to hers. "Is it true? You need to be absolutely sure. He will die for his crime." I see the tears in her eyes. I know she wants to say no. If only to save a guilty man. "I wish none of this were true." He is angry and I know for sure that she needs to be taken away from him quickly.

The boss is clearly shocked by my revelation. He doesn't want to believe us but Dima's anger doesn't leave any room for argument. "Mutiny. In my own cousin. I made something out of you. I gave you money. I gave you a city of your own. But you're just never satisfied are you?" Taras looks away and Dima slaps him. Hard. I almost wince as Taras falls to the floor and Dima leans down and grabs him by the hair of his head. He whispers something in his ear. Taras says something back, and Dima tenses. When he stands, his eyes are cold and he kicks him swiftly in the stomach, no doubt as hard as he can. I know the look in his eyes. He wants to kill this man for whatever he has said. I know the feeling. Taras rolls onto his side and for a moment, I wonder if I'll have to step in before he has any blood on his hands. "Take him." His voice is low and cold, sending a chill through the room. I know he is shocked, as I am. He sounds just like Alexei. Something neither his brother nor his mother would be proud of.

"Well that was interesting." I say, emerging from the shadows. The boss' face is a mix of confusion and anger and... was that joy that I saw? "Anton?" (A/N: MEANS TO GO INTO BATTLE, I THOUGHT IT FIT SARK RATHER WELL :P) "Czar." I bow my head in mock respect and I wonder how long it will take to push him over the edge this time. He heaves a heavy breath. "Leave us." It is Dima's voice that speaks now. Everyone clears the room except for the three of us and Sydney. They all look at me as they go, wondering if I will walk out alive this time. I wink at a blonde and see Sydney bristle out of the corner of my eye. I want to take her away from all of this. I never meant for her to see any of this. But the funny thing is, we're both simply playing roles. "What do you want?" His anger still has not quieted and I wonder if he'll try to take it out on me. "I simply came to see my family. I heard there was an extended part of you." I look at Sydney and she looks away. She should be ashamed, but I know that it is not her fault. "She will go back to America soon." Dima looks away, and I know this may not be the best way to make him not angry at me. But I need him to look the other way while I make some extractions. I know she cannot leave without intel. I'm about to give it to her. The sooner she is back in L.A. the safer she will be.

"You have taken her to see Alexei then." It is not a question, but a statement that the boss makes to Dima. "I had to go see him. It was not planned." I want to laugh as he thinks that lame excuse will work. But the boss lets it slide. "You see," I start, knowing after this I will be hard pressed to come and go in Moscow alive. But Sydney is more important. "I wonder about you sometimes Dima. You helped overthrow your brother to help your father become a mobster. What have you gotten? A piece of the slums? Very nice." I mock applaud him. "And you. When is the last time you saw Pascha? You wonder why Alexei won't let you near her. Maybe it is becuase he fears for her life. Maybe it is becuase he loves her more than you ever loved our mother. Maybe it is becuase he is trying to do what's best for her." He shows no emotion as I continue, knowing I will continue either way.

"But when you killed her..." Fire burns in Dima's eyes and the boss stops me. "What do you want Anton?" I smile ruthlessly. "Truth." Sydney is sitting up now, watching us intently. "You won't find that here." It is Dima that speaks again and I want to laugh. So he is smart enough to know. Good. "Alright. Here's how it works. I'm walking out of here." The boss smiles and motions towards the door. "And I'm taking her with me." I motion to her with my gun. She is trying to look scared or intimidated or even shocked, but I can see right through it. Dima gets his feathers ruffled. He will want to fight, but I am the one with the gun. Out of no where he pulls out a 9 mil and shoots me. Sydney screams as I fall to the ground. Blood on his hands indeed. The pain in my chest is incredible. I sit up calmly, ignoring the pain and kick the gun out of his hands. Bullet proof vests come in handy. I grab Sydney's hand and we run.