DISCLAIMER: DON'T SUE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FEEDBACK: Post all of your hearts out! It doesn't matter if it's good or bad!
ARCHIVE: Here is a link to the Weiss/Syd Site, owned by Kara B, check it out! http://www.dreamwater.net/karafic/sydweiss.html
Author's Note: Well, I hate to say this but there will probably only be one or two more chapters after this one. I feel that I need to end this story and have worked up a pretty good idea. But, anyways, no fear I'm going to work on another Alias fic, a Syd/Sark pairing! * Insert Evil Laugh * I know all of you must really hate me.
Chapter 8 - A Week Later From Happy Dances
'God, it's hot! Why did Jones have to go to Australia during an El Niño season?' Sydney Bristow was standing outside of a museum, waiting for her and Dixon's ride to Jones' palace. She was wearing a pair of slacks and a silk, long-sleeved shirt, an unusual set of clothing for her assignments. There wasn't even a wig for her to wear, of course Jones has all ready met her, therefore a wig would be unnecessary.
"Here they come." Dixon, Sydney's SD-6 partner, was standing right beside her. It was easily read that he didn't like the fact of having to stand outside in the sun. His shirt was beginning to soak from all the sweat dripping from his well-toned body. "It's about time."
Two men, what looked to be like bodyguards, approached Dixon and Sydney. One of the agents spoke with a husky voice, from smoking obviously, "Come with us."
Agent Eric Weiss appeared to be shopping for some leather accessories in the open market of Sydney, Australia. He tried to look away from his field agent, Sydney Bristow, but couldn't resist. 'She's so beautiful. How on earth did I end up with her?' He began to think back on that first night they had spent together. It was truly a moment of pure bliss, as were the other nights they spent together later that week.
He turned to look at the gorillas that popped up out of nowhere. One of them seemed as if they were looking at Sydney a little too long. Weiss felt himself growing angry with the hormone raging bodyguard. However, he had to be careful to not let himself be noticed. Sydney had no clue that he followed her. The CIA wanted him to be there, but without Sydney's knowledge.
Two nights ago he almost blew it when he was putting the transmitter and the bug in her purse. It took quite sometime trying to figure out what to say to her when she asked what he was doing. "Umm . . . I . . . I was looking through your purse to see if I can come up with any ideas for a present I'm wanting to get you." He was pleased with himself being able to come up with a good cover as that, and even more pleased at Sydney's response. Her dimples always caused butterflies to start working up in his gut, a feeling that he loved and thankful that it happens often.
'Shit, they're leaving.' While he was busy daydreaming about his relationship with the beautiful, but deadly spy, he didn't even notice that they were leaving.
"Ahh . . . well if it isn't the love of my life." Jones walked from the foyer of his mansion with greeting arms. He barely took notice of Dixon; all he could look at was Sydney. "I remember you, Ms. Vicky Po."
Sydney stomach started turning in knots as she stared at him. Once, she thought him handsome, now he's everything but that. 'Oh yeah, he's a sweetheart all right.' She forced a smile and said, "Yes, I remember you as well."
Jones put his arm around her shoulders to guide her into the house. He was so close to her she could smell his after shave, thick and disgusting. 'Weiss smells way better than this guy!'
"Excuse me, but can we get to business, Mr. Jones." Dixon became irritated at the man's less than classy manners.
"Well, I suppose we shall." He gave a chuckle and looked back at Sydney expecting her to do the same. Barely, the abnormal chuckle escaped her lips, pleasing the horrible man.
"What the hell does that guy think he's doing?" Weiss asked out loud to himself as he watched the man take Sydney by the shoulder. He noticed Sydney's frown and felt like running her up there to turn it upside down. "Syd, I'm sorry . . . as soon as we get what we need from this guy then you won't ever have to do this again."
Sydney felt like she had been sitting there for hours, in reality only thirty minutes had gone by since she entered the pig of all sexist pigs' home. There she was with her legs crossed, allowing quite a view for lustful men, and smiling every minute at Jones. 'I don't know if I can take this any longer. I all ready did what I was supposed to do. Why in the hell can't we just leave?" She smiled over at Dixon who was as tired as she was of the constant babbling of Jones.
"Sydney, I would like to show you something. Would you please come with me?" He held out his hand for Sydney to grab. She was hesitant at first but eventually took the offer. "It's been in my family for generations." He gave a look to one of the bodyguards and then turned back to smile at Sydney.
"Oh . . . well, I would love to see it." After smiling at him she rolled her eyes. In the corner of her eye, she saw Dixon drop to the floor. 'What the . . .'
Author's Note: Yeah, it's rather short. I'm trying to end this story and am kind of getting stuck while doing it.
FEEDBACK: Post all of your hearts out! It doesn't matter if it's good or bad!
ARCHIVE: Here is a link to the Weiss/Syd Site, owned by Kara B, check it out! http://www.dreamwater.net/karafic/sydweiss.html
Author's Note: Well, I hate to say this but there will probably only be one or two more chapters after this one. I feel that I need to end this story and have worked up a pretty good idea. But, anyways, no fear I'm going to work on another Alias fic, a Syd/Sark pairing! * Insert Evil Laugh * I know all of you must really hate me.
Chapter 8 - A Week Later From Happy Dances
'God, it's hot! Why did Jones have to go to Australia during an El Niño season?' Sydney Bristow was standing outside of a museum, waiting for her and Dixon's ride to Jones' palace. She was wearing a pair of slacks and a silk, long-sleeved shirt, an unusual set of clothing for her assignments. There wasn't even a wig for her to wear, of course Jones has all ready met her, therefore a wig would be unnecessary.
"Here they come." Dixon, Sydney's SD-6 partner, was standing right beside her. It was easily read that he didn't like the fact of having to stand outside in the sun. His shirt was beginning to soak from all the sweat dripping from his well-toned body. "It's about time."
Two men, what looked to be like bodyguards, approached Dixon and Sydney. One of the agents spoke with a husky voice, from smoking obviously, "Come with us."
Agent Eric Weiss appeared to be shopping for some leather accessories in the open market of Sydney, Australia. He tried to look away from his field agent, Sydney Bristow, but couldn't resist. 'She's so beautiful. How on earth did I end up with her?' He began to think back on that first night they had spent together. It was truly a moment of pure bliss, as were the other nights they spent together later that week.
He turned to look at the gorillas that popped up out of nowhere. One of them seemed as if they were looking at Sydney a little too long. Weiss felt himself growing angry with the hormone raging bodyguard. However, he had to be careful to not let himself be noticed. Sydney had no clue that he followed her. The CIA wanted him to be there, but without Sydney's knowledge.
Two nights ago he almost blew it when he was putting the transmitter and the bug in her purse. It took quite sometime trying to figure out what to say to her when she asked what he was doing. "Umm . . . I . . . I was looking through your purse to see if I can come up with any ideas for a present I'm wanting to get you." He was pleased with himself being able to come up with a good cover as that, and even more pleased at Sydney's response. Her dimples always caused butterflies to start working up in his gut, a feeling that he loved and thankful that it happens often.
'Shit, they're leaving.' While he was busy daydreaming about his relationship with the beautiful, but deadly spy, he didn't even notice that they were leaving.
"Ahh . . . well if it isn't the love of my life." Jones walked from the foyer of his mansion with greeting arms. He barely took notice of Dixon; all he could look at was Sydney. "I remember you, Ms. Vicky Po."
Sydney stomach started turning in knots as she stared at him. Once, she thought him handsome, now he's everything but that. 'Oh yeah, he's a sweetheart all right.' She forced a smile and said, "Yes, I remember you as well."
Jones put his arm around her shoulders to guide her into the house. He was so close to her she could smell his after shave, thick and disgusting. 'Weiss smells way better than this guy!'
"Excuse me, but can we get to business, Mr. Jones." Dixon became irritated at the man's less than classy manners.
"Well, I suppose we shall." He gave a chuckle and looked back at Sydney expecting her to do the same. Barely, the abnormal chuckle escaped her lips, pleasing the horrible man.
"What the hell does that guy think he's doing?" Weiss asked out loud to himself as he watched the man take Sydney by the shoulder. He noticed Sydney's frown and felt like running her up there to turn it upside down. "Syd, I'm sorry . . . as soon as we get what we need from this guy then you won't ever have to do this again."
Sydney felt like she had been sitting there for hours, in reality only thirty minutes had gone by since she entered the pig of all sexist pigs' home. There she was with her legs crossed, allowing quite a view for lustful men, and smiling every minute at Jones. 'I don't know if I can take this any longer. I all ready did what I was supposed to do. Why in the hell can't we just leave?" She smiled over at Dixon who was as tired as she was of the constant babbling of Jones.
"Sydney, I would like to show you something. Would you please come with me?" He held out his hand for Sydney to grab. She was hesitant at first but eventually took the offer. "It's been in my family for generations." He gave a look to one of the bodyguards and then turned back to smile at Sydney.
"Oh . . . well, I would love to see it." After smiling at him she rolled her eyes. In the corner of her eye, she saw Dixon drop to the floor. 'What the . . .'
Author's Note: Yeah, it's rather short. I'm trying to end this story and am kind of getting stuck while doing it.