Authors Notes- This is my first Alias Fanfic, and I just started watching
Alias during Season Two, Episode Six. Please forgive me and shoot my editor
(princessscout91589) if anything is wrong. Also, I'm still undecided as to
where this story is going. I've written up to Chapter Four (typing it is
another matter) and I still don't know if I'm going to make it Syd/Vaughn
or Syd/Sark. Please read, review, and tell me what you think, and also let
me know about who Syd should end up with at the end.
Sydney slowly regained consciousness. She opened her eyes and looked around. All she saw was a dark room with one bare light bulb, hanging overhead. She did a mental check.
'Okay, let's see here. My hands are tied behind my back and I've been gagged. This is not good.' She looked once again at her surroundings; bars on the windows, bars everywhere, to put it simply. She looked like she was in a maximum-security prison.
Her first horrifying thought was that Sloane had found out that she was a double agent for the CIA. She quickly nixed that idea, seeing as she was on a mission for the CIA and her father was supposed to cover for her. If he had told Sloane about her.she thought, and her head snapped up as someone entered the prison.
She knew the sound of the footsteps all too well and decided to make a game out of figuring out who it was. The footsteps turned the corner and she knew. It was Sark.
This is just great, she thought. I get captured by a serial-killing freak of nature and I expect to get out of here alive. Yeah, in what lifetime, Syd?
"Ah, Agent Bristow," his British accent came through the bars of her cell. "It's so nice to see you again." He came through the door and began walking around the chair that she was tied to. He gently untied her gag and she coughed out, "What do you want?"
"I'm so glad you asked," he said, stopping in front of her. "You see, I need someone to help me get Arvin Sloane to trust me. He's way too nosy with my past business. That's why I need you."
"Get yourself someone else, Sark," she coldly shot out.
"Well, I figured that you weren't going to give in that easily, so I brought a bribe. He snapped his fingers and two men dragged in an obviously drugged Vaughn.
"Vaughn!" she cried, seeing his limp form. "He's not dead, is he?" "Of course, Agent Bristow. I always like my bribes dead. It's more fun that way," he said sarcastically. "He's not dead, of course," he added, seeing the look on her face. "You help me get what I want, I'll give you back Agent Vaughn. You don't, and you can go free, but Agent Vaughn stays and I will gladly send you a tape of a few of my men torturing him for information.
Sydney stared, horrified at Sark. How could he be like this?
"You have an hour to think it over. I'll just leave this here, shall I?" he asked with a grim smile on his face. The two men carrying Vaughn dropped him in a corner of the cell and left, following Sark.
"Someone wasn't loved enough as a child," she muttered.
"I'd cut the sarcasm, Agent Bristow, if I were you," he called over his shoulder. "It could get you in trouble some day."
"I'd cut the sarcasm," she mimicked. "Who does he think he is?" She went quiet.
If I don't work with him, he'll kill Vaughn, she thought. If I do though, I'm working with Sloane more than I'd like. She shuddered at the thought.
She thought a little while longer and whipped her head around as she heard something move.
"Vaughn?" she asked.
"Syd?" he asked as he groggily sat up.
"Vaughn!" she exclaimed happily. He struggled to stand and made his way over to Sydney. He swiftly freed her bindings and she stood next to him, both unsure what to do. Finally, she stepped closer and hugged him. He awkwardly hugged her back.
"How touching," Sark said sarcastically. "Have you thought any more about my offer?" he asked Sydney.
"I have," she said shortly. "And I'm not going to help you get to Sloane, again."
"Fine then," he snapped his fingers and tow men dragged Vaughn away. "Show Miss Bristow to the door, please," he said to a third.
Sydney left and was escorted back to CIA headquarters.
"Sydney!" said Jack, coming toward her.
"Dad!"
"Where's Vaughn?"
"Sark has him. He's planning on torturing him for information."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"No."
"Oh my God."
"The only way that we'll get him back is if I help him gain Sloane's trust so that he can eventually eliminate him."
Jack looked at her grimly. "Let's find Kendall."
"Yeah," agreed Sydney.
***
"Agent Bristow, you will have to go undercover to- where did you say he was again?" asked Kendall.
"I think somewhere in rural South Dakota."
"There is an Alliance meeting tonight," said Jack. "There is also a dinner party as well. No doubt both Sark and Sloane will be going." "Are you going?" Sydney asked, confused.
Jack gave her a stupid look. "I'm not a member of the Alliance. Sloane's the SD-6 representative, remember?"
"Oh yeah, right."
"Anyhow," interrupted Kendall. "Here's what's going to happen. Sydney, you need to convince Sloane to let you go along to the party, and possibly the meeting."
"I refuse to go as his date," she objected.
"I refuse to let her go as his date," agreed Jack.
"You just need to get there- somehow. Vaughn's life depends on it."
***
Sydney hurried through SD-6 headquarters to Sloane's office.
"Can I talk to you?" she asked, flashing him a smile.
"Of course. Please sit down. What would you like to talk about?"
"The Alliance meeting tonight." Good, she thought. Get right to the point.
"What about it?" he asked. "I also have a favor to ask of you," he added.
"I was wondering if somehow I could go tonight. You know, find out what it's like from a firsthand experience."
"Actually, you can. I need to oversee something tonight. You'll be presenting Mr. Sark to the Alliance. Have fun," he said, ushering her to the door.
That was easy, she thought. She hurried to get ready.
Two hours later, she had put on a short black dress with matching sandals. She pulled her hair into a French twist and grabbed the matching sweater from her chair. She opened the door and got ready to head down the steps and saw Sark standing there, ready to knock.
"How.how did you find me?" she stuttered and finally asked.
"Sloane told me. Shall we?" he asked, offering his arm.
She reluctantly took it, but couldn't help feeling that it was right, somehow.
"I wanted to tell you," she heard herself saying. "I'll work with you to get Agent Vaughn back."
"Glad to hear it. You're a fantastic agent, you know." She felt herself blush at the complement. "Here's what's happening," he said as they got into the car. "You're here for Sloane. You will be introducing me as Mister Sark, and saying that I work for SD-6, got it?"
She nodded, and then turned and stared out the window.
Sydney uncertainly entered the large building and looked down at the slip of paper that Sloane had given her.
"Conference Room B," she muttered to herself as they walked.
"It's the next one," Sark whispered in her ear, sending chills up her spine.
"I can read," she snapped back as they reached the conference room.
"Names?" asked the man standing outside the door.
"Sydney Bristow. I'm here representing Arvin Sloane and SD-6." "Ah," he replied. "And you must be Mr. Sark. Welcome." He moved aside for them to enter.
Sark leaned down again and whispered in her ear. "That dress looks very good on you."
Sydney rolled her eyes and grimaced. Why had she chosen to wear this dress anyway? It was way too short than she liked anyway. She then remembered that it was the only dress she owned. Her father had bought it for her on her last birthday.
She sat through the meeting on autopilot standing and answering when called to, making necessary introductions, and so on.
When the meeting ended, Sark gently nudged her and told her so.
"What were you daydreaming about?" he asked.
She couldn't tell him that she'd been thinking about Vaughn- first, he'd laugh and then he'd make his list of demands longer.
"Nothing in particular," she answered.
"Agent Bristow-"
"Sark, just call me Sydney."
"All right, Sydney. It was written all over your face. You were hopelessly daydreaming about something.
"Sark, just drop it."
He went silent. "Alright then."
They headed for the dinner part, neither saying anything. Finally, Sydney broke the silence.
"When do I get Agent Vaughn back?" "My men are bringing Agent Vaughn to dinner. I have also received word that Sloane will be there as well. You get Sloane to trust me, you'll get your precious Agent Vaughn back."
"And if Sloane doesn't agree?"
"You don't get Agent Vaughn back."
"They exited the car and Sydney saw Sloane sitting alone, at a small table set for three people.
"We're not going to sit with him, are we?" asked Sydney.
Sure enough, Sloane stood and waved them over to his table. Sark grinned evilly at Sydney and she rolled her eyes in disgust.
"Sydney, Mr. Sark," said Sloane, nodding his head in approval. "So nice to see you. Please sit down."
Sydney reluctantly sat down next to Sark.
"Tell me. How did the meeting go?"
"It went.rather well," said Sark.
"Agent Bristow?"
"It was.okay."
"That's good, since I need to select another agent to go to Alliance meetings with me. I would be honored if you would come with, Sydney."
"Um.," began Sydney. Sark shot her a look. "I think that you'd be better off selecting Mr. Sark for these kinds of things."
Sloane looked surprised. "Alright then. Mr. Sark it is."
Sydney saw two men slip in and heard some slight static come from her right, from Sark. She recognized the men as Sark's.
"Excuse me for a moment," she said, taking off her black jacket, revealing the backless dress.
She walked off in the general direction of the bathroom, and after she was out of Sloane's view, turned around and went toward Sark's men.
She whipped around as she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Chill out," Sark said, grinning. "Agent Vaughn is in the car. I told Sloane that you had an urgent call and had to go somewhere immediately." He handed her the sweater that she had left on her chair. "Did I mention that you look absolutely stunning in that dress?"
"Only about fifty times since I made the mistake of wearing it," she rolled her eyes and stopped as she saw Vaughn get out of the car.
"Hey," he smiled at her and walked towards them. Sark turned and walked back inside and the car drove away. They were completely alone in the dark. Vaughn leaned in toward Sydney and kissed her. Her eyes flew open, but she didn't pull away. Her feet stuck to the floor and she closed her eyes, enjoying the kiss.
"Wow," she said breathlessly when he finally pulled away.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. The day that you were assigned to me, I almost considered finding someone else to be assigned to me because I fell in love with you right there." "Protocol won't allow it, you and me, that is."
"Sydney, don't you get it? I'd quit the CIA if it meant being with you- except then I'd be watched constantly to make sure that I wasn't working for someone else."
"Vaughn?"
"Yeah, Sydney?"
"Just shut up and kiss me again."
He grinned, and then bent down and kissed her again.
Sydney slowly regained consciousness. She opened her eyes and looked around. All she saw was a dark room with one bare light bulb, hanging overhead. She did a mental check.
'Okay, let's see here. My hands are tied behind my back and I've been gagged. This is not good.' She looked once again at her surroundings; bars on the windows, bars everywhere, to put it simply. She looked like she was in a maximum-security prison.
Her first horrifying thought was that Sloane had found out that she was a double agent for the CIA. She quickly nixed that idea, seeing as she was on a mission for the CIA and her father was supposed to cover for her. If he had told Sloane about her.she thought, and her head snapped up as someone entered the prison.
She knew the sound of the footsteps all too well and decided to make a game out of figuring out who it was. The footsteps turned the corner and she knew. It was Sark.
This is just great, she thought. I get captured by a serial-killing freak of nature and I expect to get out of here alive. Yeah, in what lifetime, Syd?
"Ah, Agent Bristow," his British accent came through the bars of her cell. "It's so nice to see you again." He came through the door and began walking around the chair that she was tied to. He gently untied her gag and she coughed out, "What do you want?"
"I'm so glad you asked," he said, stopping in front of her. "You see, I need someone to help me get Arvin Sloane to trust me. He's way too nosy with my past business. That's why I need you."
"Get yourself someone else, Sark," she coldly shot out.
"Well, I figured that you weren't going to give in that easily, so I brought a bribe. He snapped his fingers and two men dragged in an obviously drugged Vaughn.
"Vaughn!" she cried, seeing his limp form. "He's not dead, is he?" "Of course, Agent Bristow. I always like my bribes dead. It's more fun that way," he said sarcastically. "He's not dead, of course," he added, seeing the look on her face. "You help me get what I want, I'll give you back Agent Vaughn. You don't, and you can go free, but Agent Vaughn stays and I will gladly send you a tape of a few of my men torturing him for information.
Sydney stared, horrified at Sark. How could he be like this?
"You have an hour to think it over. I'll just leave this here, shall I?" he asked with a grim smile on his face. The two men carrying Vaughn dropped him in a corner of the cell and left, following Sark.
"Someone wasn't loved enough as a child," she muttered.
"I'd cut the sarcasm, Agent Bristow, if I were you," he called over his shoulder. "It could get you in trouble some day."
"I'd cut the sarcasm," she mimicked. "Who does he think he is?" She went quiet.
If I don't work with him, he'll kill Vaughn, she thought. If I do though, I'm working with Sloane more than I'd like. She shuddered at the thought.
She thought a little while longer and whipped her head around as she heard something move.
"Vaughn?" she asked.
"Syd?" he asked as he groggily sat up.
"Vaughn!" she exclaimed happily. He struggled to stand and made his way over to Sydney. He swiftly freed her bindings and she stood next to him, both unsure what to do. Finally, she stepped closer and hugged him. He awkwardly hugged her back.
"How touching," Sark said sarcastically. "Have you thought any more about my offer?" he asked Sydney.
"I have," she said shortly. "And I'm not going to help you get to Sloane, again."
"Fine then," he snapped his fingers and tow men dragged Vaughn away. "Show Miss Bristow to the door, please," he said to a third.
Sydney left and was escorted back to CIA headquarters.
"Sydney!" said Jack, coming toward her.
"Dad!"
"Where's Vaughn?"
"Sark has him. He's planning on torturing him for information."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"No."
"Oh my God."
"The only way that we'll get him back is if I help him gain Sloane's trust so that he can eventually eliminate him."
Jack looked at her grimly. "Let's find Kendall."
"Yeah," agreed Sydney.
***
"Agent Bristow, you will have to go undercover to- where did you say he was again?" asked Kendall.
"I think somewhere in rural South Dakota."
"There is an Alliance meeting tonight," said Jack. "There is also a dinner party as well. No doubt both Sark and Sloane will be going." "Are you going?" Sydney asked, confused.
Jack gave her a stupid look. "I'm not a member of the Alliance. Sloane's the SD-6 representative, remember?"
"Oh yeah, right."
"Anyhow," interrupted Kendall. "Here's what's going to happen. Sydney, you need to convince Sloane to let you go along to the party, and possibly the meeting."
"I refuse to go as his date," she objected.
"I refuse to let her go as his date," agreed Jack.
"You just need to get there- somehow. Vaughn's life depends on it."
***
Sydney hurried through SD-6 headquarters to Sloane's office.
"Can I talk to you?" she asked, flashing him a smile.
"Of course. Please sit down. What would you like to talk about?"
"The Alliance meeting tonight." Good, she thought. Get right to the point.
"What about it?" he asked. "I also have a favor to ask of you," he added.
"I was wondering if somehow I could go tonight. You know, find out what it's like from a firsthand experience."
"Actually, you can. I need to oversee something tonight. You'll be presenting Mr. Sark to the Alliance. Have fun," he said, ushering her to the door.
That was easy, she thought. She hurried to get ready.
Two hours later, she had put on a short black dress with matching sandals. She pulled her hair into a French twist and grabbed the matching sweater from her chair. She opened the door and got ready to head down the steps and saw Sark standing there, ready to knock.
"How.how did you find me?" she stuttered and finally asked.
"Sloane told me. Shall we?" he asked, offering his arm.
She reluctantly took it, but couldn't help feeling that it was right, somehow.
"I wanted to tell you," she heard herself saying. "I'll work with you to get Agent Vaughn back."
"Glad to hear it. You're a fantastic agent, you know." She felt herself blush at the complement. "Here's what's happening," he said as they got into the car. "You're here for Sloane. You will be introducing me as Mister Sark, and saying that I work for SD-6, got it?"
She nodded, and then turned and stared out the window.
Sydney uncertainly entered the large building and looked down at the slip of paper that Sloane had given her.
"Conference Room B," she muttered to herself as they walked.
"It's the next one," Sark whispered in her ear, sending chills up her spine.
"I can read," she snapped back as they reached the conference room.
"Names?" asked the man standing outside the door.
"Sydney Bristow. I'm here representing Arvin Sloane and SD-6." "Ah," he replied. "And you must be Mr. Sark. Welcome." He moved aside for them to enter.
Sark leaned down again and whispered in her ear. "That dress looks very good on you."
Sydney rolled her eyes and grimaced. Why had she chosen to wear this dress anyway? It was way too short than she liked anyway. She then remembered that it was the only dress she owned. Her father had bought it for her on her last birthday.
She sat through the meeting on autopilot standing and answering when called to, making necessary introductions, and so on.
When the meeting ended, Sark gently nudged her and told her so.
"What were you daydreaming about?" he asked.
She couldn't tell him that she'd been thinking about Vaughn- first, he'd laugh and then he'd make his list of demands longer.
"Nothing in particular," she answered.
"Agent Bristow-"
"Sark, just call me Sydney."
"All right, Sydney. It was written all over your face. You were hopelessly daydreaming about something.
"Sark, just drop it."
He went silent. "Alright then."
They headed for the dinner part, neither saying anything. Finally, Sydney broke the silence.
"When do I get Agent Vaughn back?" "My men are bringing Agent Vaughn to dinner. I have also received word that Sloane will be there as well. You get Sloane to trust me, you'll get your precious Agent Vaughn back."
"And if Sloane doesn't agree?"
"You don't get Agent Vaughn back."
"They exited the car and Sydney saw Sloane sitting alone, at a small table set for three people.
"We're not going to sit with him, are we?" asked Sydney.
Sure enough, Sloane stood and waved them over to his table. Sark grinned evilly at Sydney and she rolled her eyes in disgust.
"Sydney, Mr. Sark," said Sloane, nodding his head in approval. "So nice to see you. Please sit down."
Sydney reluctantly sat down next to Sark.
"Tell me. How did the meeting go?"
"It went.rather well," said Sark.
"Agent Bristow?"
"It was.okay."
"That's good, since I need to select another agent to go to Alliance meetings with me. I would be honored if you would come with, Sydney."
"Um.," began Sydney. Sark shot her a look. "I think that you'd be better off selecting Mr. Sark for these kinds of things."
Sloane looked surprised. "Alright then. Mr. Sark it is."
Sydney saw two men slip in and heard some slight static come from her right, from Sark. She recognized the men as Sark's.
"Excuse me for a moment," she said, taking off her black jacket, revealing the backless dress.
She walked off in the general direction of the bathroom, and after she was out of Sloane's view, turned around and went toward Sark's men.
She whipped around as she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Chill out," Sark said, grinning. "Agent Vaughn is in the car. I told Sloane that you had an urgent call and had to go somewhere immediately." He handed her the sweater that she had left on her chair. "Did I mention that you look absolutely stunning in that dress?"
"Only about fifty times since I made the mistake of wearing it," she rolled her eyes and stopped as she saw Vaughn get out of the car.
"Hey," he smiled at her and walked towards them. Sark turned and walked back inside and the car drove away. They were completely alone in the dark. Vaughn leaned in toward Sydney and kissed her. Her eyes flew open, but she didn't pull away. Her feet stuck to the floor and she closed her eyes, enjoying the kiss.
"Wow," she said breathlessly when he finally pulled away.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. The day that you were assigned to me, I almost considered finding someone else to be assigned to me because I fell in love with you right there." "Protocol won't allow it, you and me, that is."
"Sydney, don't you get it? I'd quit the CIA if it meant being with you- except then I'd be watched constantly to make sure that I wasn't working for someone else."
"Vaughn?"
"Yeah, Sydney?"
"Just shut up and kiss me again."
He grinned, and then bent down and kissed her again.