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. The feedback for Chapter 12 was awesome!! Thanks so much!!
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The Guardian Angel - Chapter 13
Sydney's body tensed as Sark drew closer. She couldn't believe that this was happening. This was so unreal that she was convinced it was only a nightmare and that she would wake up at any moment.
All thoughts of waking up from the nightmare when she felt Sark's hands on her. She could smell his cologne as he leaned in close and as his body pressed against hers. She tried to push him off of him but it was to no avail.
"I'm going to kill you for this, Sark," she threatened even as tears threatened to fall. "Even if it's the last thing I do."
"If you want to get out of here alive then you better play along, Ms. Bristow."
Sydney was confused by Sark's comment. "What do you mean play along?"
Sark could not resist the urge to sigh and roll his eyes. "Never mind. Just don't scream and hear me out." When he didn't get a response, he slowly pulled away from Sydney, only to be greeted by a hard slap to his face. He glared at Sydney in shock as his hand quickly covered his rapidly reddening cheeks.
"You think I'm going to trust you, Sark?" Sydney asked incredulously. "You're nothing but a conniving, lying, pathetic bastard!"
Sark sighed, his head hanging in defeat. "Just once more," he said softly.
"What?" Sydney asked, confused.
"Just listen to me once more, damn it!" Sark hissed, his anger apparent in his fiery eyes.
Sark's reaction caught Sydney off guard and she found herself not knowing what to say.
"You can get out of this building through the vent opening," he continued, pointing up at an opening in the ceiling. "You keep going to the end, then make a left and then a right. At the end of the vent, you'll see two openings. Take the one to the left. It'll take you out of the building."
Sydney eyed Sark suspiciously. "Why should I believe you?"
By now, Sark was seriously frustrated with Sydney. "Fine," he replied coldly. "Stay here. You really think SD-6 is going to let this go?"
"I'll figure out something."
"What about Mr. Tippen? And that lovely roommate of yours?" he asked. "Or do you want them to share the same fate as Mr. Hecht?"
"I thought you said they were safe," Sydney asked, her voice betraying her fear.
"They are. But for how much longer, I don't know," Sark answered calmly.
Sydney's mind was in conflict. She knew she could not trust Sark. She knew that if she escaped, she would never be able to help the CIA bring SD- 6 down. But she also feared that if she stayed, Francie and Will might be placed in grave danger.
"What about you?" she finally asked.
"I think I'm the last person that you should worry about right now," Sark answered. "After all, I should be rotting in hell, right?"
Sydney winced as Sark threw her own words back at her. "I'm sorry."
"I wasn't asking for an apology, Ms. Bristow," he replied coolly. "You're probably right anyway," he added in a whisper so Sydney couldn't hear.
"I can't just leave. Sloane will know that you helped me get out," she finally remarked.
"Let me worry about that, Ms. Bristow," Sark answered. "So you're clear on the directions to exit the building?"
Sydney nodded, though from her facial expressions, Sark could tell that there was a great deal of hesitation. Smiling slightly, he walked towards Sydney, took out what looked like a pen, and handed it to her.
She stared at the pen before looking at Sark with a puzzled expression. "As you probably guessed, it's not really a pen."
"What is it exactly?"
"It's an electric shocker. Stick the pen in anyone's body and they'll be out cold. It'll make your escape easier."
"Thank you," she said softly, a small smile evident on her face.
Sark nodded in acknowledgement before continuing. "And be careful who you trust. Things aren't always as they seem." Before Sydney could reply, he continued. "You better get going before Sloane and his idiots suspect anything." He started to dishevel his clothes and mess up his hair.
"What are you doing?"
"You have to make this look believable, right?"
After making himself look like someone who's just engaged in wild sex, he went over to the bed and sat down. Sydney felt her heartbeat quicken as she looked at the "new" Sark sitting on the bed. For some very strange reason, she wanted nothing more than to snuggle up to him and feel his protective arms around her. She wanted to be close to Sark, to touch him. This was all very strange to Sydney because this feeling seemingly came out of nowhere. But deep down, she knew that these feelings have been developing for some time now, although she was always to proud to admit it. She was attracted to Sark. Somehow, he made her feel safe.
The sound of Sark's voice snapped Sydney out of her thoughts. "You better go, Sydney." Two weeks ago, those would have been welcome words for Sydney. But now, these were words she dreaded to hear. But she knew Sark was right. She had to leave, no matter how much she wanted to stay with him.
"I guess you're right," she finally answered.
Once again, he nodded. "Use it," he continued. When Sydney didn't respond, he elaborated. "The electric shocker. Use it."
"What?" she asked, her eyes wide in shock. "I'm not using this on you!"
"You don't have a choice if you want to make this look believable."
"No, I'm not using this."
"It won't kill me, you know. Now stop wasting time and just use it!"
Reluctantly, Sydney did as she was told. The moments that followed were a blur. The next thing she knew, Sark was lying unconscious on the bed. She didn't know why, but she began to cry softly. She caressed Sark's face and did what she once thought was impossible - she kissed him. She sat there a few more minutes, gazing at Sark's helpless form. Finally she stood up and gathered her things. With one last glance, she climbed through the vent opening and began her escape.
~ 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. The feedback for Chapter 12 was awesome!! Thanks so much!!
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The Guardian Angel - Chapter 13
Sydney's body tensed as Sark drew closer. She couldn't believe that this was happening. This was so unreal that she was convinced it was only a nightmare and that she would wake up at any moment.
All thoughts of waking up from the nightmare when she felt Sark's hands on her. She could smell his cologne as he leaned in close and as his body pressed against hers. She tried to push him off of him but it was to no avail.
"I'm going to kill you for this, Sark," she threatened even as tears threatened to fall. "Even if it's the last thing I do."
"If you want to get out of here alive then you better play along, Ms. Bristow."
Sydney was confused by Sark's comment. "What do you mean play along?"
Sark could not resist the urge to sigh and roll his eyes. "Never mind. Just don't scream and hear me out." When he didn't get a response, he slowly pulled away from Sydney, only to be greeted by a hard slap to his face. He glared at Sydney in shock as his hand quickly covered his rapidly reddening cheeks.
"You think I'm going to trust you, Sark?" Sydney asked incredulously. "You're nothing but a conniving, lying, pathetic bastard!"
Sark sighed, his head hanging in defeat. "Just once more," he said softly.
"What?" Sydney asked, confused.
"Just listen to me once more, damn it!" Sark hissed, his anger apparent in his fiery eyes.
Sark's reaction caught Sydney off guard and she found herself not knowing what to say.
"You can get out of this building through the vent opening," he continued, pointing up at an opening in the ceiling. "You keep going to the end, then make a left and then a right. At the end of the vent, you'll see two openings. Take the one to the left. It'll take you out of the building."
Sydney eyed Sark suspiciously. "Why should I believe you?"
By now, Sark was seriously frustrated with Sydney. "Fine," he replied coldly. "Stay here. You really think SD-6 is going to let this go?"
"I'll figure out something."
"What about Mr. Tippen? And that lovely roommate of yours?" he asked. "Or do you want them to share the same fate as Mr. Hecht?"
"I thought you said they were safe," Sydney asked, her voice betraying her fear.
"They are. But for how much longer, I don't know," Sark answered calmly.
Sydney's mind was in conflict. She knew she could not trust Sark. She knew that if she escaped, she would never be able to help the CIA bring SD- 6 down. But she also feared that if she stayed, Francie and Will might be placed in grave danger.
"What about you?" she finally asked.
"I think I'm the last person that you should worry about right now," Sark answered. "After all, I should be rotting in hell, right?"
Sydney winced as Sark threw her own words back at her. "I'm sorry."
"I wasn't asking for an apology, Ms. Bristow," he replied coolly. "You're probably right anyway," he added in a whisper so Sydney couldn't hear.
"I can't just leave. Sloane will know that you helped me get out," she finally remarked.
"Let me worry about that, Ms. Bristow," Sark answered. "So you're clear on the directions to exit the building?"
Sydney nodded, though from her facial expressions, Sark could tell that there was a great deal of hesitation. Smiling slightly, he walked towards Sydney, took out what looked like a pen, and handed it to her.
She stared at the pen before looking at Sark with a puzzled expression. "As you probably guessed, it's not really a pen."
"What is it exactly?"
"It's an electric shocker. Stick the pen in anyone's body and they'll be out cold. It'll make your escape easier."
"Thank you," she said softly, a small smile evident on her face.
Sark nodded in acknowledgement before continuing. "And be careful who you trust. Things aren't always as they seem." Before Sydney could reply, he continued. "You better get going before Sloane and his idiots suspect anything." He started to dishevel his clothes and mess up his hair.
"What are you doing?"
"You have to make this look believable, right?"
After making himself look like someone who's just engaged in wild sex, he went over to the bed and sat down. Sydney felt her heartbeat quicken as she looked at the "new" Sark sitting on the bed. For some very strange reason, she wanted nothing more than to snuggle up to him and feel his protective arms around her. She wanted to be close to Sark, to touch him. This was all very strange to Sydney because this feeling seemingly came out of nowhere. But deep down, she knew that these feelings have been developing for some time now, although she was always to proud to admit it. She was attracted to Sark. Somehow, he made her feel safe.
The sound of Sark's voice snapped Sydney out of her thoughts. "You better go, Sydney." Two weeks ago, those would have been welcome words for Sydney. But now, these were words she dreaded to hear. But she knew Sark was right. She had to leave, no matter how much she wanted to stay with him.
"I guess you're right," she finally answered.
Once again, he nodded. "Use it," he continued. When Sydney didn't respond, he elaborated. "The electric shocker. Use it."
"What?" she asked, her eyes wide in shock. "I'm not using this on you!"
"You don't have a choice if you want to make this look believable."
"No, I'm not using this."
"It won't kill me, you know. Now stop wasting time and just use it!"
Reluctantly, Sydney did as she was told. The moments that followed were a blur. The next thing she knew, Sark was lying unconscious on the bed. She didn't know why, but she began to cry softly. She caressed Sark's face and did what she once thought was impossible - she kissed him. She sat there a few more minutes, gazing at Sark's helpless form. Finally she stood up and gathered her things. With one last glance, she climbed through the vent opening and began her escape.
~ to be continued ~
