Author's Notes: Major sorry for not updating in like, FOREVER! I'm kind of
in a major case of writer's block, so please, review and encourage! Thanks
again for all the great reviews. This may be my shortest chapter, but
please, tell me if I should speed up the S/S more than I am right now!
Disclaimer: The characters of Alias belong to ABC and J.J. Abrams and his posse!
I stepped out of the van a block away and started to briskly walk towards the house. I could see many lights emanating from the house and walked right up to the front gate. I told the guard my name in Russian and proceeded to walk up to the front door.
I smiled at the butler at the front door and started to peruse the people. I glanced over and got my eyes on the owners of the house. I maintained a very hush hush profile and walked comfortably through the party.
"I see them," I say to Sark.
"Good, now get his fingerprint," he tells me.
"No, really? I thought I was here for the food," I reply to him.
"Funny," he remarks.
I watch the couple and see the man put down a glass and walk away from the table. I quickly move over to the table and pick up the drink and soon enough, am on my way right back out.
"I got his fingerprint, I'm coming out," I tell Sark.
"I'll be where I dropped you off," he replies.
I give the butler at the door a quick nod and quickly walk back to the van. The easy part of the mission was done. The hard part would begin tomorrow morning. I hopped into the back of the van and we started off towards the hotel.
I jumped into the front seat and had put the glass in a box. Sark glanced over at me and we both kept in silence half way back to the hotel.
Sark broke the silence by saying, "What are your plans for the remainder of the evening?"
"Sleep, how about you?" I ask him.
"So early?" he asks.
"You've got a problem with it?" I tell him with a glare.
"No, but I do know of this lovely restaurant in St. Petersburg that I'd love to go to," he says.
"What, are you asking me on a date?" I ask him, foolishly kidding with him.
"No, not at all, Ms. Bristow, I was merely saying we could both use some food and it's a great restaurant. Your mother and I would dine there often," he tells me. Using information about my mother, more of his evil plan to get at me.
"Well, I guess I am a little bit hungry," I say to him with a small grin.
"Splendid," he says. Great, now I'm going out to dinner with one of the worst assassins in the world, who, I kissed in the end of a one on one hand- to-hand combat we both participated in a day ago. We continued the rest of the ride in silence until he turned the car into a small parking lot.
We both jump out and walk into the very quiet restaurant. Sark asks for a table for two in Russian and we are led to a very quiet table in the back corner. It's very nice and glancing over the menu, it had many Russian dishes and specialties.
"So, what's good to eat?" I ask him.
"Everything," he replies.
"Oh, really? What should I get then?" I say out loud.
"Try the pasta dish," he actually says.
"Really?"
"Yes," he says and looks back down at his menu for a second before placing it on the table.
The waitress comes, Sark orders us wine and we both order our dishes. I stop and wonder what I possibly could even talk with him about that would cause us to get into a full out verbal war.
"We both would rather not begin a conversation, only in risk of getting angry at the other, so I thought I would begin," he starts. "How's school?"
"How did you know?" I ask him.
"I know everything," he tells me.
"Well, in that case," I decide. "It's good, I'm almost finished."
"I was surprised, along with your mother, to see you continue after learning the truth about her," Sark says. He was actually being bearable.
"I almost stopped, but I'm guessing you already knew that," I say.
"Yes," he replies.
I finally give in and start where I wanted to start to begin with, "Are you going to just pretend like it never happened?"
"What?" he replies quickly, taken back by my question.
"Don't 'what' me," I tell him with my glare.
"Fine, I guess we're actually going to talk about that," he says.
"How can you ignore it?" I ask him.
He sighs for a second, before continuing, "If I didn't ignore it, it would manifest itself into something on a larger scale. In our line of work, you can't have relationships."
"Is that it? That's all you have to say?" I ask him.
"Yes," Sark says.
"Fine," I say coldly back to him and stare at the ground. Luckily, the waitress arrived with our salads and I was able to set my eyes on the food.
The rest of the dinner was very quiet. We both ate our food and only said a few words here and there, pass this, how's your meal, etc. I tried not to have eye contact with him at all and was rather successful. We both finished quickly and headed out the door.
I was about to go to the van when I felt Sark's hand grab my arm.
"What?" I ask him with a hint of anger in my voice.
"I never regretted it, not one bit," he says. Then, he pulls me in and we begin to kiss again. What kind of relationship did we have now?
~~Reviews! Please!! Thanks for reading!!!~~ Masquerade
Disclaimer: The characters of Alias belong to ABC and J.J. Abrams and his posse!
I stepped out of the van a block away and started to briskly walk towards the house. I could see many lights emanating from the house and walked right up to the front gate. I told the guard my name in Russian and proceeded to walk up to the front door.
I smiled at the butler at the front door and started to peruse the people. I glanced over and got my eyes on the owners of the house. I maintained a very hush hush profile and walked comfortably through the party.
"I see them," I say to Sark.
"Good, now get his fingerprint," he tells me.
"No, really? I thought I was here for the food," I reply to him.
"Funny," he remarks.
I watch the couple and see the man put down a glass and walk away from the table. I quickly move over to the table and pick up the drink and soon enough, am on my way right back out.
"I got his fingerprint, I'm coming out," I tell Sark.
"I'll be where I dropped you off," he replies.
I give the butler at the door a quick nod and quickly walk back to the van. The easy part of the mission was done. The hard part would begin tomorrow morning. I hopped into the back of the van and we started off towards the hotel.
I jumped into the front seat and had put the glass in a box. Sark glanced over at me and we both kept in silence half way back to the hotel.
Sark broke the silence by saying, "What are your plans for the remainder of the evening?"
"Sleep, how about you?" I ask him.
"So early?" he asks.
"You've got a problem with it?" I tell him with a glare.
"No, but I do know of this lovely restaurant in St. Petersburg that I'd love to go to," he says.
"What, are you asking me on a date?" I ask him, foolishly kidding with him.
"No, not at all, Ms. Bristow, I was merely saying we could both use some food and it's a great restaurant. Your mother and I would dine there often," he tells me. Using information about my mother, more of his evil plan to get at me.
"Well, I guess I am a little bit hungry," I say to him with a small grin.
"Splendid," he says. Great, now I'm going out to dinner with one of the worst assassins in the world, who, I kissed in the end of a one on one hand- to-hand combat we both participated in a day ago. We continued the rest of the ride in silence until he turned the car into a small parking lot.
We both jump out and walk into the very quiet restaurant. Sark asks for a table for two in Russian and we are led to a very quiet table in the back corner. It's very nice and glancing over the menu, it had many Russian dishes and specialties.
"So, what's good to eat?" I ask him.
"Everything," he replies.
"Oh, really? What should I get then?" I say out loud.
"Try the pasta dish," he actually says.
"Really?"
"Yes," he says and looks back down at his menu for a second before placing it on the table.
The waitress comes, Sark orders us wine and we both order our dishes. I stop and wonder what I possibly could even talk with him about that would cause us to get into a full out verbal war.
"We both would rather not begin a conversation, only in risk of getting angry at the other, so I thought I would begin," he starts. "How's school?"
"How did you know?" I ask him.
"I know everything," he tells me.
"Well, in that case," I decide. "It's good, I'm almost finished."
"I was surprised, along with your mother, to see you continue after learning the truth about her," Sark says. He was actually being bearable.
"I almost stopped, but I'm guessing you already knew that," I say.
"Yes," he replies.
I finally give in and start where I wanted to start to begin with, "Are you going to just pretend like it never happened?"
"What?" he replies quickly, taken back by my question.
"Don't 'what' me," I tell him with my glare.
"Fine, I guess we're actually going to talk about that," he says.
"How can you ignore it?" I ask him.
He sighs for a second, before continuing, "If I didn't ignore it, it would manifest itself into something on a larger scale. In our line of work, you can't have relationships."
"Is that it? That's all you have to say?" I ask him.
"Yes," Sark says.
"Fine," I say coldly back to him and stare at the ground. Luckily, the waitress arrived with our salads and I was able to set my eyes on the food.
The rest of the dinner was very quiet. We both ate our food and only said a few words here and there, pass this, how's your meal, etc. I tried not to have eye contact with him at all and was rather successful. We both finished quickly and headed out the door.
I was about to go to the van when I felt Sark's hand grab my arm.
"What?" I ask him with a hint of anger in my voice.
"I never regretted it, not one bit," he says. Then, he pulls me in and we begin to kiss again. What kind of relationship did we have now?
~~Reviews! Please!! Thanks for reading!!!~~ Masquerade
