Disclaimer: Alias is owned by ABC, Touchstone, is the creation of JJ Abrams
and Bad Robot Productions.
This is my first Alias fic. I'd love to get feedback! Please review the story or e-mail me at jeff_langdon@hotmail.com! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed the story so far.
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The Guardian Angel - Chapter 12
"I've been waiting for a long time to meet you, Mr. Sark," a voice eerily familiar to Sydney spoke. Her eyes widened in horror when she realized that the voice belonged to none other than Arvin Sloane.
His face emerged from the darkness as he smiled evilly at Sydney and Sark. He then turned his attention to Sydney. "Well, Sydney, I must admit that you gave me quite a run for my money."
Thinking quickly, Sydney responded with a smile. "I'm sorry, Arvin. I'm usually much more careful, but Sark here gave me more than I could handle."
Sloane looked at Sark and chuckled. "It's not like you to be so modest, Sydney. Mr. Sark's abilities must be even more impressive than I imagined."
Sydney glanced quickly at Sark and noticed that he was wearing his trademark smirk once again. Turning back to Sloane, she quickly thought up a story to convince Sloane of her loyalty to SD-6. She didn't need to, however, because Sloane continued to speak.
"Sydney," he began slowly, "you know that I care a lot about you."
Sydney wanted to vomit at those words, but she managed to remain calm.
"I've always treated you like my own daughter," Sloane continued. "So you can understand the shock that I experienced when I learned of your betrayal."
Sydney's flinched as Sloane uttered those last words. Her heart sank as she realized that her cover was blown. All that she had worked so hard for was in vain. She would not succeed in bringing down SD-6. She probably would suffer the same fate as Danny, she thought.
"Disloyalty will not be tolerated and will be punished, Sydney," Sloane informed Sydney. "But we will have time for that later. Right now, I have to deal with your accomplice," he concluded as he glared at Sark.
Sark smirked in response to Sloane's threats. "Perhaps you would like to hear what I have to offer, Mr. Sloane?"
"The only thing I would want is to have a bullet in your head," Sloane scoffed.
"Such violence," Sark taunted. "And here I thought you might have some use for the KDF compound."
Sark's mention of the KDF compound immediately grabbed Sloane's attention. Although Sloane quickly recovered and pretended to appear uninterested, his slip did not escape Sark's keen observation.
"With SD-6's resources, we could easily obtain the information that we need, Mr. Sark. You're not the only person with an impressive information network."
"Is that why SD-6 spent the last 3 years searching fruitlessly for it?" Sark asked with his cocky tone.
Sydney almost laughed out loud as she saw Sloane's face redden in anger. She had to give credit to Sark. Not many people can embarrass Sloane with such ease.
"I'll kill you first and then we can spend our efforts searching for the KDF compound."
"Ah, Mr. Sloane. You do realize that I hold one of the key passwords needed to access the location where the KDF compound is stored. Killing me won't get you very far, I'm afraid."
Sloane remained silent for a moment before looking Sark in the eye. "What do you want in exchange then, Mr. Sark?" he asked reluctantly.
"I'm a very reasonable person," Sark began. "I've spent the last little while running all over the place with your precious agent," he motioned to Sydney. "All this action has been most stressful. So I would really appreciate it if I could spend one lovely night in bed with your disloyal agent, if you know what I mean."
Sydney's eyes widened in horror. "You son of a bitch!!" she yelled at Sark, who only responded by laughing at her response.
"Calm down, Ms. Bristow," he said with an amused expression on his face. "I'm sure you enjoyed the little fun we had last time."
"You bastard!" she spat venomously. "To think that I was beginning to trust you."
Sydney continued her verbal ranting but it was to no avail. Sloane was determined to obtain the information from Sark and was quite willing to accommodate his request to get the password. Soon, both Sark and Sydney had been brought back to Sloane's compound. Sydney was brought into a bedroom and the door was soon locked. A little while later, Sark entered the room with his now-familiar cocky smirk.
"My, you certainly look stunning tonight, Ms. Bristow."
"Damn you, Sark. You touch me and I'll kill you."
"You look so much prettier when you're angry. I like that in a woman!"
"You're sick, you know that, Sark?" Sydney said angrily. "You're a cold, heartless monster who deserves to rot in hell!!"
Sark stopped his advances for a moment. Sydney noticed another flicker of hurt flash across his young, handsome face. The last time she saw this, Sydney thought she was imagining things. This time, the look stayed on Sark's face for a longer period of time before he was able to recover.
"Well, either way, I plan to enjoy this one magical evening with you, Ms. Bristow," Sark resumed. "It's the least you can do to compensate me for the last few days." With that, Sark began to move towards Sydney, while she slowly backed away until her back was up against the wall.
~ to be continued ~
This is my first Alias fic. I'd love to get feedback! Please review the story or e-mail me at jeff_langdon@hotmail.com! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed the story so far.
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The Guardian Angel - Chapter 12
"I've been waiting for a long time to meet you, Mr. Sark," a voice eerily familiar to Sydney spoke. Her eyes widened in horror when she realized that the voice belonged to none other than Arvin Sloane.
His face emerged from the darkness as he smiled evilly at Sydney and Sark. He then turned his attention to Sydney. "Well, Sydney, I must admit that you gave me quite a run for my money."
Thinking quickly, Sydney responded with a smile. "I'm sorry, Arvin. I'm usually much more careful, but Sark here gave me more than I could handle."
Sloane looked at Sark and chuckled. "It's not like you to be so modest, Sydney. Mr. Sark's abilities must be even more impressive than I imagined."
Sydney glanced quickly at Sark and noticed that he was wearing his trademark smirk once again. Turning back to Sloane, she quickly thought up a story to convince Sloane of her loyalty to SD-6. She didn't need to, however, because Sloane continued to speak.
"Sydney," he began slowly, "you know that I care a lot about you."
Sydney wanted to vomit at those words, but she managed to remain calm.
"I've always treated you like my own daughter," Sloane continued. "So you can understand the shock that I experienced when I learned of your betrayal."
Sydney's flinched as Sloane uttered those last words. Her heart sank as she realized that her cover was blown. All that she had worked so hard for was in vain. She would not succeed in bringing down SD-6. She probably would suffer the same fate as Danny, she thought.
"Disloyalty will not be tolerated and will be punished, Sydney," Sloane informed Sydney. "But we will have time for that later. Right now, I have to deal with your accomplice," he concluded as he glared at Sark.
Sark smirked in response to Sloane's threats. "Perhaps you would like to hear what I have to offer, Mr. Sloane?"
"The only thing I would want is to have a bullet in your head," Sloane scoffed.
"Such violence," Sark taunted. "And here I thought you might have some use for the KDF compound."
Sark's mention of the KDF compound immediately grabbed Sloane's attention. Although Sloane quickly recovered and pretended to appear uninterested, his slip did not escape Sark's keen observation.
"With SD-6's resources, we could easily obtain the information that we need, Mr. Sark. You're not the only person with an impressive information network."
"Is that why SD-6 spent the last 3 years searching fruitlessly for it?" Sark asked with his cocky tone.
Sydney almost laughed out loud as she saw Sloane's face redden in anger. She had to give credit to Sark. Not many people can embarrass Sloane with such ease.
"I'll kill you first and then we can spend our efforts searching for the KDF compound."
"Ah, Mr. Sloane. You do realize that I hold one of the key passwords needed to access the location where the KDF compound is stored. Killing me won't get you very far, I'm afraid."
Sloane remained silent for a moment before looking Sark in the eye. "What do you want in exchange then, Mr. Sark?" he asked reluctantly.
"I'm a very reasonable person," Sark began. "I've spent the last little while running all over the place with your precious agent," he motioned to Sydney. "All this action has been most stressful. So I would really appreciate it if I could spend one lovely night in bed with your disloyal agent, if you know what I mean."
Sydney's eyes widened in horror. "You son of a bitch!!" she yelled at Sark, who only responded by laughing at her response.
"Calm down, Ms. Bristow," he said with an amused expression on his face. "I'm sure you enjoyed the little fun we had last time."
"You bastard!" she spat venomously. "To think that I was beginning to trust you."
Sydney continued her verbal ranting but it was to no avail. Sloane was determined to obtain the information from Sark and was quite willing to accommodate his request to get the password. Soon, both Sark and Sydney had been brought back to Sloane's compound. Sydney was brought into a bedroom and the door was soon locked. A little while later, Sark entered the room with his now-familiar cocky smirk.
"My, you certainly look stunning tonight, Ms. Bristow."
"Damn you, Sark. You touch me and I'll kill you."
"You look so much prettier when you're angry. I like that in a woman!"
"You're sick, you know that, Sark?" Sydney said angrily. "You're a cold, heartless monster who deserves to rot in hell!!"
Sark stopped his advances for a moment. Sydney noticed another flicker of hurt flash across his young, handsome face. The last time she saw this, Sydney thought she was imagining things. This time, the look stayed on Sark's face for a longer period of time before he was able to recover.
"Well, either way, I plan to enjoy this one magical evening with you, Ms. Bristow," Sark resumed. "It's the least you can do to compensate me for the last few days." With that, Sark began to move towards Sydney, while she slowly backed away until her back was up against the wall.
~ to be continued ~
