1 "Sibling Rivalry"
Just a theory!
Disclaimer: don't own ALIAS, but would if I could, that way Vaughn would NEVER die!!!
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With sweet determination she continues. "Well, I'm here for a different reason, I need some information on my mother, Irina Derevko."
He hisses like Satan himself, "SSSSYDNEY!!!"
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(Scene 2)
Sydney watches in horror as Sark explodes like a stick of dynamite. One second he is sitting silently, recovering from the beating, and the next he is charging straight for her. Luckily, her excellent reflexes kick in and she moves aside just in time to watch Sark, and the chair he is tied to, blast into the double-sided mirror.
He drips down the wall like melted wax. The fire is out, and so is he.- - - - - -
- - - - -A shinning light, softness of sheets, shackles on his skin, a strange silence; he's in Hell, surrounded by "S" words. The fog begins to clear, and forms take shape. He looks up and into those eyes.
"I hate you," he unconsciously whispers.
Sydney sarcastically replies, "Your not exactly on my top ten list either; however, I suggest you show me some kindness, your still breathing oxygen because of me!"
"Bugger!"
"Speaking of, what's a Brit. doing working for a Russian?"
No reply.
"Mr. Sark, unless you have some sort of death wish, or pain fetish, I suggest you start talking to me, because there's nothing these people love more than watching a person suffer, and you are definitely no exception!"
"And tell me Sydney, who exactly are THESE people? FBI? CIA? SD-6?" He hesitates when he sees her do the same, it was slight and undetectable to the normal or even abnormal eye, but he's seen that look before, in the mirror. She was hiding something, "Interesting, does Sydney the Saint have a secret!?!"
"Who I work for is the least of your concerns… And how in the world do you know my name!?!"
He smirks mockingly, "you're not the only one with a secret!"
She's loosing her patience now, and feels like she's fighting with a stubborn brother! "I'm FIXING to be if you don't tell me what you know about Irina D… wait a minute, she's how you know my name, does she talk about me?"
She isn't sure she wants the answer to her question, if her mother does discuss her daughter that could be both good and bad, and if she doesn't, well that could be good or bad too.
He snorts, "Talk about you!?! She won't bloody shut up about you, it's enough to drive a bloke insane!"
"Looks like it worked," she replies, but her mind is a million miles away.
"Good one sis!" He closes his eyes in defeat, realizing he's just made a huge mistake!
He panics and turns to look at her, it doesn't look like what he just said has registered, but knows exactly when it does. Her folded arms drop like weights to her sides, her head slowly raises, and her eyes look like they may pop out of her head.
She stares in horror at the monster before her, backing to the wall for support. Her body slumps to the ground; her hand comes up to cover her mouth and the silent scream that is fighting to escape.
Sark turns away, disgusted with Sydney's lack of emotional control. "I take it back, no sister of mine would cry like a baby, wish mother knew, maybe she'd finally notice me!" He confesses to the ceiling, then turns to watch Sydney as her hands move from her face to comb through her hair.
Before he can blink she has jumped to her feet, "Don't call me that!"
"What a baby…or sister?" he questions tauntingly.
"Neither! We MAY share blood but I'm NOT your sister! YOU are the Spawn of Satan!" Her hand violently trembles as she points an accusing finger at him.
She sighs in defeat, when he delivers a blow worse than a punch, "SO ARE YOU!!!"
TBC
Just a theory!
Disclaimer: don't own ALIAS, but would if I could, that way Vaughn would NEVER die!!!
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With sweet determination she continues. "Well, I'm here for a different reason, I need some information on my mother, Irina Derevko."
He hisses like Satan himself, "SSSSYDNEY!!!"
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(Scene 2)
Sydney watches in horror as Sark explodes like a stick of dynamite. One second he is sitting silently, recovering from the beating, and the next he is charging straight for her. Luckily, her excellent reflexes kick in and she moves aside just in time to watch Sark, and the chair he is tied to, blast into the double-sided mirror.
He drips down the wall like melted wax. The fire is out, and so is he.- - - - - -
- - - - -A shinning light, softness of sheets, shackles on his skin, a strange silence; he's in Hell, surrounded by "S" words. The fog begins to clear, and forms take shape. He looks up and into those eyes.
"I hate you," he unconsciously whispers.
Sydney sarcastically replies, "Your not exactly on my top ten list either; however, I suggest you show me some kindness, your still breathing oxygen because of me!"
"Bugger!"
"Speaking of, what's a Brit. doing working for a Russian?"
No reply.
"Mr. Sark, unless you have some sort of death wish, or pain fetish, I suggest you start talking to me, because there's nothing these people love more than watching a person suffer, and you are definitely no exception!"
"And tell me Sydney, who exactly are THESE people? FBI? CIA? SD-6?" He hesitates when he sees her do the same, it was slight and undetectable to the normal or even abnormal eye, but he's seen that look before, in the mirror. She was hiding something, "Interesting, does Sydney the Saint have a secret!?!"
"Who I work for is the least of your concerns… And how in the world do you know my name!?!"
He smirks mockingly, "you're not the only one with a secret!"
She's loosing her patience now, and feels like she's fighting with a stubborn brother! "I'm FIXING to be if you don't tell me what you know about Irina D… wait a minute, she's how you know my name, does she talk about me?"
She isn't sure she wants the answer to her question, if her mother does discuss her daughter that could be both good and bad, and if she doesn't, well that could be good or bad too.
He snorts, "Talk about you!?! She won't bloody shut up about you, it's enough to drive a bloke insane!"
"Looks like it worked," she replies, but her mind is a million miles away.
"Good one sis!" He closes his eyes in defeat, realizing he's just made a huge mistake!
He panics and turns to look at her, it doesn't look like what he just said has registered, but knows exactly when it does. Her folded arms drop like weights to her sides, her head slowly raises, and her eyes look like they may pop out of her head.
She stares in horror at the monster before her, backing to the wall for support. Her body slumps to the ground; her hand comes up to cover her mouth and the silent scream that is fighting to escape.
Sark turns away, disgusted with Sydney's lack of emotional control. "I take it back, no sister of mine would cry like a baby, wish mother knew, maybe she'd finally notice me!" He confesses to the ceiling, then turns to watch Sydney as her hands move from her face to comb through her hair.
Before he can blink she has jumped to her feet, "Don't call me that!"
"What a baby…or sister?" he questions tauntingly.
"Neither! We MAY share blood but I'm NOT your sister! YOU are the Spawn of Satan!" Her hand violently trembles as she points an accusing finger at him.
She sighs in defeat, when he delivers a blow worse than a punch, "SO ARE YOU!!!"
TBC