Bombshell
Chapter 4: Conversation
Author: Brynne
Summary: The CIA is being raided! Who is this unnamed threat?
Category: Suspense/Action/Adventure
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Please don't sue. I have no money.
AN: This is after A Free Agent. It's my own version of what could have happened. This is my first Alias fic. Oh, here's the case study of Sydney you were waiting for. The little ' ' around sentences is what Michael is thinking.
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As the sound of Sark's polished black shoes echoing on the cement slowly faded, Sydney turned towards Michael, smiling mischievously.
'Fuck, here goes.'
Sydney, still smirking, seductively sauntered over to his chair. She circled the chair while running her hand across his chest. Once behind the chair, she hunched and enticingly whispered into his ear.
"You know, they were all right. I did feel a certain amount of attraction towards you." She let the word attraction roll off her tongue, pronouncing it in a luring whisper.
His hands began to sweat as he realized that this was reality. He wasn't about to be saved. Being half out of it, he had believed that as soon as Sark was gone, Sydney would untie him, apologizing for the act she had just put on. But this was no act...
"Lets talk." Michael was surprised at his voice. It sounded rather calm for a man who was being held hostage by the love of his life. 'Hmmm, kinky. Sounds like the plot of some porn movie. No! Don't think of that!'
"Talk? About what, Michael?" 'God, she looks so naïve. Her expression, it reminds me of a child...Wait, what are we going to talk about? Crap.'
"Uh, about...you. What happened to you, to us?" Sydney frowned.
"You mean, about why I'm now with Sark and part of the SSS?" She paused, waiting for Michael to nod his head for her to continue.
"Sark is so great. We understand each other. Its like were one. He comforted me and it felt so complete. Plus, he knows exactly what it feels like to lie to your friends and family. He knows how it feels to get wholly involved in this spy stuff. Sometimes I felt like I was spinning away with the whole spy world and I couldn't get back down to solid ground. Sark, he grounded me." As her discourse ended, her eyes glazed over as she reminisced over Sark. Michael took this moment to memorize her face. Her brown eyes, which had always seemed so endearing, now gleamed with another color. A color that was dark...and evil.
"Why did you join them?" Michael's voice, again, was peculiarly composed.
A smile widened on her face, her eyes still distant.
"It's so much easier. I don't have to worry about anything so much anymore. I don't have to worry about lying to Francie or Will. I have Sark so my romantic life is fulfilled. All I have to do is always stay one step ahead of everyone else."
'Oh, like that isn't hard. She just has to be smarter and better than everyone in the WORLD but it's not that hard. Piece of friggin cake.'
"What about Will and Francie? How come you don't have to worry about lying to them anymore?" If anyone had heard their conversation, the tones of their voice would have given nothing away. A bystander would have thought they were talking about unimportant things. They could have been chit chatting over afternoon tea.
"Francie and Will? They're dead." Her voice instantly reminded him of Sloane, devoid of any emotion whatsoever.
Her eyes, which had been previously glazed over, unexpectedly sharpened. She rushed over to a table that stood in the corner. On top of the wood table, an ominous black box was set. She fiddled with the box, standing in Michael's view so he could not see his impending doom. She turned, a syringe in hand.
"Goodnight, Michael." Her lips lightly brushed his as the needle jabbed into his arm. Intense pain surged through his veins. As his vision blurred, his last view was of her. Sydney's face was devoid of emotion but her eyes twinkled. 'She looks apologetic...'
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Well, did I do ok? I'm having writer's block with the story. Oh, when I made up the SSS, I have no clue what it should stand for so would you please give me suggestions? Thanks! It could be Sark, Sloane, & Sydney, but doesn't that sound too much like a law firm to you?
Thanks to Annasun, Coffee Crazy, abercrombieprep, screen names are tacky, Sarkie47, amythest, Christy, black.Hawk, intriKate, and Kathryn for their reviews!!
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!
Chapter 4: Conversation
Author: Brynne
Summary: The CIA is being raided! Who is this unnamed threat?
Category: Suspense/Action/Adventure
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Please don't sue. I have no money.
AN: This is after A Free Agent. It's my own version of what could have happened. This is my first Alias fic. Oh, here's the case study of Sydney you were waiting for. The little ' ' around sentences is what Michael is thinking.
Advertisement: Coming to a FanFiction.net near you. La Fillette, a tale of mystery, intrigue, deceit, lies, and any other words used to describe Sydney's soap-opera life! Basically, twists and turns and a surprise ending!
As the sound of Sark's polished black shoes echoing on the cement slowly faded, Sydney turned towards Michael, smiling mischievously.
'Fuck, here goes.'
Sydney, still smirking, seductively sauntered over to his chair. She circled the chair while running her hand across his chest. Once behind the chair, she hunched and enticingly whispered into his ear.
"You know, they were all right. I did feel a certain amount of attraction towards you." She let the word attraction roll off her tongue, pronouncing it in a luring whisper.
His hands began to sweat as he realized that this was reality. He wasn't about to be saved. Being half out of it, he had believed that as soon as Sark was gone, Sydney would untie him, apologizing for the act she had just put on. But this was no act...
"Lets talk." Michael was surprised at his voice. It sounded rather calm for a man who was being held hostage by the love of his life. 'Hmmm, kinky. Sounds like the plot of some porn movie. No! Don't think of that!'
"Talk? About what, Michael?" 'God, she looks so naïve. Her expression, it reminds me of a child...Wait, what are we going to talk about? Crap.'
"Uh, about...you. What happened to you, to us?" Sydney frowned.
"You mean, about why I'm now with Sark and part of the SSS?" She paused, waiting for Michael to nod his head for her to continue.
"Sark is so great. We understand each other. Its like were one. He comforted me and it felt so complete. Plus, he knows exactly what it feels like to lie to your friends and family. He knows how it feels to get wholly involved in this spy stuff. Sometimes I felt like I was spinning away with the whole spy world and I couldn't get back down to solid ground. Sark, he grounded me." As her discourse ended, her eyes glazed over as she reminisced over Sark. Michael took this moment to memorize her face. Her brown eyes, which had always seemed so endearing, now gleamed with another color. A color that was dark...and evil.
"Why did you join them?" Michael's voice, again, was peculiarly composed.
A smile widened on her face, her eyes still distant.
"It's so much easier. I don't have to worry about anything so much anymore. I don't have to worry about lying to Francie or Will. I have Sark so my romantic life is fulfilled. All I have to do is always stay one step ahead of everyone else."
'Oh, like that isn't hard. She just has to be smarter and better than everyone in the WORLD but it's not that hard. Piece of friggin cake.'
"What about Will and Francie? How come you don't have to worry about lying to them anymore?" If anyone had heard their conversation, the tones of their voice would have given nothing away. A bystander would have thought they were talking about unimportant things. They could have been chit chatting over afternoon tea.
"Francie and Will? They're dead." Her voice instantly reminded him of Sloane, devoid of any emotion whatsoever.
Her eyes, which had been previously glazed over, unexpectedly sharpened. She rushed over to a table that stood in the corner. On top of the wood table, an ominous black box was set. She fiddled with the box, standing in Michael's view so he could not see his impending doom. She turned, a syringe in hand.
"Goodnight, Michael." Her lips lightly brushed his as the needle jabbed into his arm. Intense pain surged through his veins. As his vision blurred, his last view was of her. Sydney's face was devoid of emotion but her eyes twinkled. 'She looks apologetic...'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Well, did I do ok? I'm having writer's block with the story. Oh, when I made up the SSS, I have no clue what it should stand for so would you please give me suggestions? Thanks! It could be Sark, Sloane, & Sydney, but doesn't that sound too much like a law firm to you?
Thanks to Annasun, Coffee Crazy, abercrombieprep, screen names are tacky, Sarkie47, amythest, Christy, black.Hawk, intriKate, and Kathryn for their reviews!!
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!