Title: Relations
Author: alligirl
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the character Odessa
Synopsis: Sark is confronted with a woman from his past
Rating: PG
Reviews: Yes, please! This is my fist Alias fic. Please be nice!
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I stood outside the door to the meeting room waiting for the man named Arvin Sloane to open the door and introduce me to his agents. He wanted to make it dramatic, I figured and he would wait for the right time to introduce Odessa, former agent of The Man. Eager to help any agency that had ever been against it. I wished I could hear what was going on inside, but the doors of course were soundproof.
Finally, the door opened. Sloane's ugly little face appeared. 'You may come in, Odessa.' He smiled. I didn't. I walked inside.
Sitting around a table were four people. A woman with brunette hair. Sydney, I figured. Next to her an older black man sat complacently. Arvin Sloane was speaking, 'This is Ms. Odessa. She is a former agent of The Man's organization. She had Intel as to where they stored some particular items we would like..' but I wasn't listening. My eyes focused on a young man with blonde hair and a curl in his lip. Only his mouth was dropped open.
'Odessa?' he asked, dumbfounded.
Sloane stopped. 'Well, Mr. Sark I suppose this is a surprise. You two did work together.'
'Sark?' I said, in the same tone that he had said my name in a few seconds ago. I paused. Irina placed Sark ahead of me in her organization. How come he didn't know where the diary was located?
He answered my question. 'She may have put me above you, but she didn't trust me. I do not know where the diary is.'
Sloane motioned for me to take a seat. I sat down next to a man with dark hair who appeared a bit nervous. He glanced at me, and then at Sark, and then back at me again. I felt a bit uncomfortable. Sloane explained the mission to Sydney and the man, Dixon. I didn't know why the nervous man was here, until Sloane turned to him. 'Marshall?' he said.
The man, Marshall, stood up. He took out something that resembled a nail file and explained to Sydney how she would use it to get into the box that contained the diary. He stuttered and went off on a tangent until Sloane glared at him, when he muttered something and sat back down. I couldn't pay attention. I was too busy wondering what it would be like to go on a mission with Sark again.
Outside the meeting room Sark grabbed my arm. I turned.
'I hope we will be able to put our differences aside and work together again,' he said.
I smiled. 'I do not know what your intentions for joining this organization are. I have no reason to believe you intend to benefit them in any way.'
He opened his mouth, but I walked away before I could respond. I wanted to talk to Sydney Bristow. She looked like she was on her way out. I ran to catch up. 'Ms. Bristow!' I shouted. 'Can I have a word with you?' She turned and faced me. She didn't seem happy to see me. 'Can I ask you a few questions about Mr. Sark?'
'Yes,' she said. She sounded unsure. I assumed she figured I would know more about him than she did. But it had been two years since we'd last spoken, since I knew anything about him or Irina, until I'd been contacted by Arvin Sloane. When he told me his predicament, I was more than happy to oblige.
'I suppose you assume I know more about Mr. Sark than you do. However, I only know one small part of his past. You see, I have not spoken to him for about two years. I want to know, well, what he's been up to.'
'I don't feel like I am at liberty to say,' said Sydney.
I nodded. 'I don't need graphic details. How come he works for your organization now?'
Sydney took a breath before responding. 'He discovered an assassination attempt on Sloane's life. He decided to cooperate. That is all I know.' She smiled, said goodbye, and walked away.
Before leaving myself, I stopped in the bathroom. I looked at my face in the mirror. My blonde hair set just below my chin. I closed my hazel eyes and wondered if Sark was as good of a kisser as he used to be. I wondered if anyone else knew. Started at thoughts that hadn't resurfaced for years, I quickly left the bathroom.
Sark stood there. He grabbed my shoulders and didn't let me pass.
'You have an uncanny way of showing up when you're not invited,' I said.
'I don't want to you to blame me for what your mother did,' he said.
'It was going to be a family thing. My mother, then my father, then me.'
'It is not my fault Irina put me ahead of you. You were only sixteen. Irina was going to wait until you were ready. She intended her organization to be left in your hands.'
Author: alligirl
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the character Odessa
Synopsis: Sark is confronted with a woman from his past
Rating: PG
Reviews: Yes, please! This is my fist Alias fic. Please be nice!
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I stood outside the door to the meeting room waiting for the man named Arvin Sloane to open the door and introduce me to his agents. He wanted to make it dramatic, I figured and he would wait for the right time to introduce Odessa, former agent of The Man. Eager to help any agency that had ever been against it. I wished I could hear what was going on inside, but the doors of course were soundproof.
Finally, the door opened. Sloane's ugly little face appeared. 'You may come in, Odessa.' He smiled. I didn't. I walked inside.
Sitting around a table were four people. A woman with brunette hair. Sydney, I figured. Next to her an older black man sat complacently. Arvin Sloane was speaking, 'This is Ms. Odessa. She is a former agent of The Man's organization. She had Intel as to where they stored some particular items we would like..' but I wasn't listening. My eyes focused on a young man with blonde hair and a curl in his lip. Only his mouth was dropped open.
'Odessa?' he asked, dumbfounded.
Sloane stopped. 'Well, Mr. Sark I suppose this is a surprise. You two did work together.'
'Sark?' I said, in the same tone that he had said my name in a few seconds ago. I paused. Irina placed Sark ahead of me in her organization. How come he didn't know where the diary was located?
He answered my question. 'She may have put me above you, but she didn't trust me. I do not know where the diary is.'
Sloane motioned for me to take a seat. I sat down next to a man with dark hair who appeared a bit nervous. He glanced at me, and then at Sark, and then back at me again. I felt a bit uncomfortable. Sloane explained the mission to Sydney and the man, Dixon. I didn't know why the nervous man was here, until Sloane turned to him. 'Marshall?' he said.
The man, Marshall, stood up. He took out something that resembled a nail file and explained to Sydney how she would use it to get into the box that contained the diary. He stuttered and went off on a tangent until Sloane glared at him, when he muttered something and sat back down. I couldn't pay attention. I was too busy wondering what it would be like to go on a mission with Sark again.
Outside the meeting room Sark grabbed my arm. I turned.
'I hope we will be able to put our differences aside and work together again,' he said.
I smiled. 'I do not know what your intentions for joining this organization are. I have no reason to believe you intend to benefit them in any way.'
He opened his mouth, but I walked away before I could respond. I wanted to talk to Sydney Bristow. She looked like she was on her way out. I ran to catch up. 'Ms. Bristow!' I shouted. 'Can I have a word with you?' She turned and faced me. She didn't seem happy to see me. 'Can I ask you a few questions about Mr. Sark?'
'Yes,' she said. She sounded unsure. I assumed she figured I would know more about him than she did. But it had been two years since we'd last spoken, since I knew anything about him or Irina, until I'd been contacted by Arvin Sloane. When he told me his predicament, I was more than happy to oblige.
'I suppose you assume I know more about Mr. Sark than you do. However, I only know one small part of his past. You see, I have not spoken to him for about two years. I want to know, well, what he's been up to.'
'I don't feel like I am at liberty to say,' said Sydney.
I nodded. 'I don't need graphic details. How come he works for your organization now?'
Sydney took a breath before responding. 'He discovered an assassination attempt on Sloane's life. He decided to cooperate. That is all I know.' She smiled, said goodbye, and walked away.
Before leaving myself, I stopped in the bathroom. I looked at my face in the mirror. My blonde hair set just below my chin. I closed my hazel eyes and wondered if Sark was as good of a kisser as he used to be. I wondered if anyone else knew. Started at thoughts that hadn't resurfaced for years, I quickly left the bathroom.
Sark stood there. He grabbed my shoulders and didn't let me pass.
'You have an uncanny way of showing up when you're not invited,' I said.
'I don't want to you to blame me for what your mother did,' he said.
'It was going to be a family thing. My mother, then my father, then me.'
'It is not my fault Irina put me ahead of you. You were only sixteen. Irina was going to wait until you were ready. She intended her organization to be left in your hands.'