TITLE: Smack
AUTHOR: Sun Tzu(me)
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing related to ALIAS. Just expressing my talent through fanfiction.
SUMMARY: AU-Sydney ran away from her life with her father. What happens when years later, her world comes crashing down and old memories are revoked? WIP
A/N: Many of the concepts of this story are taken from the book 'Smack' by Melvin Burgess. Great book. Really speaks the truth. I am comparing Sydney to both Lily and Gemma. If you read it or have read it you would really enjoy it! SD-6 doesn't exist and therefore Jack is not a double agent! Sydney is only 24 years old.
FEEDBACK: Sure, why not? Keeps the updates coming!
A/N: Thanks so much for all the great feedback! Keep it coming and I will as well! I really get a kick out of reviews, they're like my fuel!!! Hint hint hint!!!! This one is a little shorter than the others-sorry! :)
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Chapter Three: The Role Playing
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When everything is so mixed up, the only thing you want to do is cry. But let me tell you a little secret, crying doesn't solve anything. -Five Down Below
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I woke to the feeling of Sark's lips on mine. I playfully responded with a force equal to his. I could feel his hands starting to slide up my tank top, so I quickly pulled away. I definitely did NOT want to do this with my parents in the same room, much less a few feet away from us, probably awake and watching secretly.
"Not here." I tell him, earning another familiar secretive smile from him.
"Why not?" He prods.
I shift my eyes from my mother to my father and back again. Sark does the same. Their breathing patterns are quick; they are awake.
He smiles again and gives me one more kiss before raising himself carefully off of me. I miss the warmth he created.
I'm just about ready to pull him right back down, regardless of who was watching, when I suddenly remember last night. I told them nearly everything. I'm sort of happy to have gotten it all out, but at the same time, I feel like I told two strangers about my whole life. I'm really not sure how to feel anymore.
The mission is tonight, and it's just about time to run over the plan and get our outfits planned out. My parents are pretending to wake now, and so I get up and help Sark make breakfast in our little kitchenette. Who would have though a CIA base would have such quaint style?
Coffee for everyone. We sit at the small dining table together, ready to lay out every detail of the plan.
"Sydney and Irina will be going to the party as guests from a high-end escort service invited by Marco. The party will be held in the Fairmont Hotel lobby and guests are invited to stay in the hotel's complimentary suites. Your names have been added to the guest list by another agent. Once at the party, you will then proceed to find Marco and get him to take you to his room. Knock him out, get his safe open with one of the discramblers we give you, and get out without any trouble." Jack told us seriously. When is he ever not serious?
"And what am I to be doing?" Sark asked.
"You and I will be monitoring them through their comm.. links." Jack handed my mother and I two small earpieces and two small butterfly pins.
"The pin is the transmitter and the earpiece is so Sark and I can speak to you in case anything goes wrong." As if we didn't know already….
"Sounds good." I told them, rising from the table. I grabbed each of their cups and refilled it. I didn't refill my mother's cup though. I had a different plan for her.
"Come on, Mom, let's go get pick out some outfits." I spoke enthusiastically. The outfits were always my favorite part. On these types of missions, where you played a whore, you got to wear the type of expensive outfits real hookers could never really afford. If you get my drift…
My mother nodded carefully, probably suspicious of my enthusiasm, but followed me to the adjoining walk in closet and luxury bathroom.
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"Sydney!" My mother said in a hush hush kind of way, "You cannot wear that!"
"Why the hell not?" I screeched back.
"Well, just look at yourself! It's just so...revealing." Irina whispered harshly.
I looked down at the sheer mesh floor length jacket covering my black lace bra and panties. I'd worn less than this to a job. Numerous times. I then looked at my mother. She was wearing a solid colored silk jacket in red, the same ensemble hidden by it, except in red also.
"Mom," I say seriously, "have we forgotten that this type of thing has been my way of making money for the past 10 years? I believe I know what I'm doing by now. Now then, you could use something a little less solid yourself." I raised an eyebrow at her.
For a few seconds, she just flat out stared at me. I thought she was never going to say anything. I knew what she was doing, she was going to apologize. She felt sorry for me. Her sympathy was really the last thing I wanted right then. I started feeling awkward after about a minute, so I moved to the dressing table and started combing my dirty blond hair. Dirty. Just like me.
"I'm sorry Sydney. I'm sorry you had to go through that." I knew it. She said it. She's 'sorry'. She has no idea.
"Being sorry for something doesn't fix it. And I definitely don't need your sympathy right now, we need to prepare for the mission." I continued to brush though my medium-length locks, avoiding her eyes.
She only nods, but she looks as if she's on the verge of tears. Well, so am I.
"So what do you suggest I wear then?"
I smile.
AUTHOR: Sun Tzu(me)
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing related to ALIAS. Just expressing my talent through fanfiction.
SUMMARY: AU-Sydney ran away from her life with her father. What happens when years later, her world comes crashing down and old memories are revoked? WIP
A/N: Many of the concepts of this story are taken from the book 'Smack' by Melvin Burgess. Great book. Really speaks the truth. I am comparing Sydney to both Lily and Gemma. If you read it or have read it you would really enjoy it! SD-6 doesn't exist and therefore Jack is not a double agent! Sydney is only 24 years old.
FEEDBACK: Sure, why not? Keeps the updates coming!
A/N: Thanks so much for all the great feedback! Keep it coming and I will as well! I really get a kick out of reviews, they're like my fuel!!! Hint hint hint!!!! This one is a little shorter than the others-sorry! :)
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Chapter Three: The Role Playing
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When everything is so mixed up, the only thing you want to do is cry. But let me tell you a little secret, crying doesn't solve anything. -Five Down Below
*
I woke to the feeling of Sark's lips on mine. I playfully responded with a force equal to his. I could feel his hands starting to slide up my tank top, so I quickly pulled away. I definitely did NOT want to do this with my parents in the same room, much less a few feet away from us, probably awake and watching secretly.
"Not here." I tell him, earning another familiar secretive smile from him.
"Why not?" He prods.
I shift my eyes from my mother to my father and back again. Sark does the same. Their breathing patterns are quick; they are awake.
He smiles again and gives me one more kiss before raising himself carefully off of me. I miss the warmth he created.
I'm just about ready to pull him right back down, regardless of who was watching, when I suddenly remember last night. I told them nearly everything. I'm sort of happy to have gotten it all out, but at the same time, I feel like I told two strangers about my whole life. I'm really not sure how to feel anymore.
The mission is tonight, and it's just about time to run over the plan and get our outfits planned out. My parents are pretending to wake now, and so I get up and help Sark make breakfast in our little kitchenette. Who would have though a CIA base would have such quaint style?
Coffee for everyone. We sit at the small dining table together, ready to lay out every detail of the plan.
"Sydney and Irina will be going to the party as guests from a high-end escort service invited by Marco. The party will be held in the Fairmont Hotel lobby and guests are invited to stay in the hotel's complimentary suites. Your names have been added to the guest list by another agent. Once at the party, you will then proceed to find Marco and get him to take you to his room. Knock him out, get his safe open with one of the discramblers we give you, and get out without any trouble." Jack told us seriously. When is he ever not serious?
"And what am I to be doing?" Sark asked.
"You and I will be monitoring them through their comm.. links." Jack handed my mother and I two small earpieces and two small butterfly pins.
"The pin is the transmitter and the earpiece is so Sark and I can speak to you in case anything goes wrong." As if we didn't know already….
"Sounds good." I told them, rising from the table. I grabbed each of their cups and refilled it. I didn't refill my mother's cup though. I had a different plan for her.
"Come on, Mom, let's go get pick out some outfits." I spoke enthusiastically. The outfits were always my favorite part. On these types of missions, where you played a whore, you got to wear the type of expensive outfits real hookers could never really afford. If you get my drift…
My mother nodded carefully, probably suspicious of my enthusiasm, but followed me to the adjoining walk in closet and luxury bathroom.
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"Sydney!" My mother said in a hush hush kind of way, "You cannot wear that!"
"Why the hell not?" I screeched back.
"Well, just look at yourself! It's just so...revealing." Irina whispered harshly.
I looked down at the sheer mesh floor length jacket covering my black lace bra and panties. I'd worn less than this to a job. Numerous times. I then looked at my mother. She was wearing a solid colored silk jacket in red, the same ensemble hidden by it, except in red also.
"Mom," I say seriously, "have we forgotten that this type of thing has been my way of making money for the past 10 years? I believe I know what I'm doing by now. Now then, you could use something a little less solid yourself." I raised an eyebrow at her.
For a few seconds, she just flat out stared at me. I thought she was never going to say anything. I knew what she was doing, she was going to apologize. She felt sorry for me. Her sympathy was really the last thing I wanted right then. I started feeling awkward after about a minute, so I moved to the dressing table and started combing my dirty blond hair. Dirty. Just like me.
"I'm sorry Sydney. I'm sorry you had to go through that." I knew it. She said it. She's 'sorry'. She has no idea.
"Being sorry for something doesn't fix it. And I definitely don't need your sympathy right now, we need to prepare for the mission." I continued to brush though my medium-length locks, avoiding her eyes.
She only nods, but she looks as if she's on the verge of tears. Well, so am I.
"So what do you suggest I wear then?"
I smile.