Title: Evasion
Author: Edele Lane
E-mail: Edyn04@aol.com
Rating: PG-13/R (possibly)
Disclaimer: Everything "Alias"-related does not belong to me. It belongs to J.J. Abrams and probably 900 other people associated with him.
Archive: Nowhere yet, but if you want it, take it and then e-mail me so I'll know.
Feedback: Please;x
Summary: After SD-6 is destroyed, Sydney finds herself on the run. With Sark—of all people—as company.
Dedication: This is for Ash who reads each part before it is posted here and is undoubtedly my best (and favorite) critic.



Truths



Sydney was driving to SD-6 one morning when it happened. A figure with arms flailing about leapt in front of her car, causing her to slam on her brakes. She cursed loudly then tilted her head to avoid the glare, lowered her sunglasses, and squinted at the person standing in front of her car.

Sark.

He ran to the driver's side and tapped urgently on the window which Sydney rolled down.

Sark, what the hell do you think you're doing? she hissed.

No time. Get out and come with me, Sark panted.

Wh-what's going on? Sydney asked, suddenly afraid.

I'll explain later, but right now you have to come with me.

I don't have to do anything. Tell me what the hell is going on, Sydney demanded.

Horns honked behind her and she and Sark both turned to peer at the cars.

Look, we have to go now. Just— he sighed. Make a u-turn and park, then we have to go.

Sydney stared at him quizzically for a few seconds before relenting.

Sark nodded and jogged to his car to unlock the passenger side door while Sydney turned and parked at the curb. She rolled up the window and stepped out, locking all the doors.

Get in the car, Sark commanded, tapping the roof with his palm.

I will as soon as you tell me what the fuck is going on here, Sydney said, casually walking to the sidewalk and glaring at Sark who was standing by the driver's side of his car.

Like I said, there is no time. I'll explain everything in the car, but you have to come with me.

Sydney was still unconvinced. Why should she trust Sark? She certainly had nothing to go on that would classify him as trustworthy. Sark's voice snapped her from her thoughts.

I need you to trust me, he said quietly.

I need something to go on, she insisted.

As if on cue, Sydney snapped her head to the left as bullets riddled her Land Cruiser. She saw several men dressed in black with automatic weapons and practically dived into Sark's car. Sark had already climbed in and started the engine. Sydney barely had time to close the door as Sark had already started to drive.

She looked behind her at the men who had stopped at her car and were attempting to snipe at them from the curb.

Turn, quick, she said to Sark who immediately obeyed.

For a few moments at least, they would have the cover of the buildings. If they had continued straight, the snipers would have had an easy target.

Sydney turned back around and fastened her seatbelt. She took off her sunglasses and stared at Sark as he drove. She sighed heavily and looked out the windshield.

Are you going to explain now? she asked, almost impatiently.

SD-6 was destroyed earlier this morning, Sark said quietly.

Sydney jerked her head towards Sark.

Sark focused his gaze on her for a couple of seconds before turning his attention back to the road.

It was the CIA. He saw Sydney shift uncomfortably in her seat. I know you were a double agent and working for them.

Sydney swallowed and nodded slightly. She rested her elbow against the door near the window and put her forehead against her palm. She sighed heavily. How did you find out?

Your mother, Sark conceded.

Sydney pounded her fist on the dashboard angrily. That bitch, she muttered.

I wouldn't say that, Sark told her. Her informing me of your double-agent status may have just saved your life.

Sydney turned her head slightly to look at Sark who was staring back at her. His eyes conveyed the fact that he was telling her the truth.

How is that possible? Sydney asked, tears forming in her eyes.

If I hadn't known, I wouldn't have been here to intercept you from those SD-6 snipers.

But how?! Sydney yelled, the tears in her eyes threatening to fall.

Calm down, Sark said in a soothing voice.

Don't you dare tell me to calm down when you won't even give me a fucking answer as to why—

Sark cut her off. he said, raising his voice. All right.

Sydney took a long shuddering breath and wiped her eyes.

Sark began his explanation. I was driving to work this morning when I saw that the whole Credit Dauphine building had been demolished. I immediately drove to the CIA, and was able to convince them of my knowledge. They told me that your case handler had already gone to SD-6 to find you and that they couldn't risk sending someone to your house unless it was your father, who, unfortunately, is out of the country.

Wait, wait, why is my father out of the country? Sydney asked. He never mentioned anything like that to me.

It was last minute, Sark explained. He was sent by Sloane to fill in for him at an Alliance meeting.

Sydney shook her head in disbelief. That can be done? Sloane can just send someone to take his place for a meeting if he doesn't want to go?

Sark nodded. I guess so.

Hold on, Sydney started, you said Vau—my handler—was sent to SD-6 to find me. Why did you flag me down? She stared at Sark as he stopped at a red light.

Sark turned to face her, some kind of sadness and regret etched into his eyes. I don't know an easy way to tell you this, Sydney.

Sydney swallowed hard and turned to look out the side window so Sark couldn't see her tears. How did it happen?

He was apparently gunned down the second he set foot near the rubble, Sark said quietly. He bit his lip and turned his head to look at Sydney. I'm sorry.

Sydney forced herself to nod and wiped away the tears that streamed down her cheek.

So what happens now? she asked after a few minutes of silence. We just—run—until they catch us? Or is there a plan?

There's a safehouse not too far from here. We'll stop there. Instructions await us.

What about my friends? Will and Francie? They're probably targets too, Sydney said quietly.

The CIA is sending in a team to extract them. It's probably already been done, so they'll probably be at the safehouse when we get there, Sark explained.

Well, if they're sending a team to extract them, why couldn't they have done that earlier? Instead of the bit with my father, Sydney inquired.

It wouldn't have changed anything, Sark said.

How do you know? Vaughn might not be dead, she snapped.

He left upon hearing that SD-6 had been destroyed. He wasn't ordered to do so, he just left. He wanted to intercept you before it was too late. It just— Sark paused, wanting to choose his words carefully, —didn't work out.

Sydney sighed heavily. So we go to the safehouse and there'll be instructions to inform us of what to do next?



Sydney nodded. So why the hell did they send you?

I told them I wanted to do this. After everything that's happened, I wanted to help. Possibly even try to make it all up to you. I'm sure that's wishful thinking, but it's what I would like to do. Sark frowned slightly and focused his attention on the road in front of him.

Sydney stole a glance at Sark for a moment, then directed her gaze back to the scenery out of the side window.

They were silent the rest of the drive.