A/N: What if Sark and Irina had a fling while he was working for her. This
is a totally random fic and I'm only writing it so I can work off some
stress because school started again today. Enjoy my offbeat fic!
Dissy: Alias belongs to me and I'm going to take over the world! Yep, believe everything!
Irina sat at her desk shuffling through papers and holding her head. Mr.Sark slinked into her office silently and carefully placed a manila folder on her desk, hoping she wouldn't notice him.
"Freeze."
He obeyed her and slowly turned around. She picked up the manila folder and flipped through it. She sighed and waved her hand for him to leave and when he didn't she looked up. She sighed again, heavier than before and looked him in the eye.
"Are you going to leave or stand there all day? Hmm?"
"Do want to go to dinner with me tonight?" he blurted out.
She looked at him and she wasn't the least bit shock. "Sure I'd love to go to dinner with you."
He replied shakily, "Ok, I'll pick you up at seven."
Irina cracked a smile and her headache almost seemed to disappear.
Irina turned off the water and grabbed the huge towel from the rack a few feet away. She brushed it against her face before wrapping it around her body and securing it. While walking across the soft carpet she left a small trail of water spots behind her. As she came up to the huge mirror above the sink she spotted a small slip of paper. Picking it up delicately, as though it might explode, she brought it to her eyes. It read-
~~~~Dear Rina-
I hope you're having a fun time getting ready. I'll see you soon.
-Sark~~~~
Irina smiled and blushed at this sign of sweetness. She laid down the note and picked up her hairdryer and comb. After her hair was dry she picked up a pearl in-crested pin and put the brown strands hanging in front of her face up with it. She tried to recall where she had gotten the pin and tears sprang to her eyes. The pin had been given to her by her husband . . . wait . . . no . . .it was Jack, to her as an anivers-. . . gift. She quickly grabbed a Kleenex and wiped her eyes. She had been shaky on the subject of her last mission, with the fact that it hadn't turned out as it was supposed to. She wished she could be at the house in L.A., singing her daughter to sleep while Jack stood by the door watching silently. She shook her head as though if she shook it hard enough then the thought would go away, even though it never did.
She quickly applied make-up and pulled on a long black dress. She stared back into the eyes in front of her and tried to guess the feelings that she was having. This had been a game she had played back on her mission in the states to see if she had changed any, and if so how much. What she saw slightly startled her.
The feeling was fear.
It wasn't as though she hadn't seen fear before. She had seen fear in many of the people whom she had killed and tortured but never before in her own eyes. There was one victim, his name was Vaughn, who didn't have fear in his eyes. He only said one word, and the look in his eyes was pride. She almost didn't kill him. He seemed like the kind of person who only did that job for money and he would much rather be home with his daughter or son.
So what do you think? It is slightly weird pairing but oh well. Think about it.
Preview: Next chapter, THE DATE!
Dissy: Alias belongs to me and I'm going to take over the world! Yep, believe everything!
Irina sat at her desk shuffling through papers and holding her head. Mr.Sark slinked into her office silently and carefully placed a manila folder on her desk, hoping she wouldn't notice him.
"Freeze."
He obeyed her and slowly turned around. She picked up the manila folder and flipped through it. She sighed and waved her hand for him to leave and when he didn't she looked up. She sighed again, heavier than before and looked him in the eye.
"Are you going to leave or stand there all day? Hmm?"
"Do want to go to dinner with me tonight?" he blurted out.
She looked at him and she wasn't the least bit shock. "Sure I'd love to go to dinner with you."
He replied shakily, "Ok, I'll pick you up at seven."
Irina cracked a smile and her headache almost seemed to disappear.
Irina turned off the water and grabbed the huge towel from the rack a few feet away. She brushed it against her face before wrapping it around her body and securing it. While walking across the soft carpet she left a small trail of water spots behind her. As she came up to the huge mirror above the sink she spotted a small slip of paper. Picking it up delicately, as though it might explode, she brought it to her eyes. It read-
~~~~Dear Rina-
I hope you're having a fun time getting ready. I'll see you soon.
-Sark~~~~
Irina smiled and blushed at this sign of sweetness. She laid down the note and picked up her hairdryer and comb. After her hair was dry she picked up a pearl in-crested pin and put the brown strands hanging in front of her face up with it. She tried to recall where she had gotten the pin and tears sprang to her eyes. The pin had been given to her by her husband . . . wait . . . no . . .it was Jack, to her as an anivers-. . . gift. She quickly grabbed a Kleenex and wiped her eyes. She had been shaky on the subject of her last mission, with the fact that it hadn't turned out as it was supposed to. She wished she could be at the house in L.A., singing her daughter to sleep while Jack stood by the door watching silently. She shook her head as though if she shook it hard enough then the thought would go away, even though it never did.
She quickly applied make-up and pulled on a long black dress. She stared back into the eyes in front of her and tried to guess the feelings that she was having. This had been a game she had played back on her mission in the states to see if she had changed any, and if so how much. What she saw slightly startled her.
The feeling was fear.
It wasn't as though she hadn't seen fear before. She had seen fear in many of the people whom she had killed and tortured but never before in her own eyes. There was one victim, his name was Vaughn, who didn't have fear in his eyes. He only said one word, and the look in his eyes was pride. She almost didn't kill him. He seemed like the kind of person who only did that job for money and he would much rather be home with his daughter or son.
So what do you think? It is slightly weird pairing but oh well. Think about it.
Preview: Next chapter, THE DATE!