Bombshell
Chapter 7: The Sting
Author: Brynne Summary: The CIA is being raided! Who is this unnamed threat?
Category: Suspense/Action/Adventure Rating:
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Please don't sue. I have no money.
AN: This is set after A Free Agent. It's my own version of what could have happened. This is my first Alias fic.
The room was deathly quiet. Sark was leaning against the wall, deep in thought. Michael was tied to the chair in the middle of the room, gazing unseeing at the floor. A clock slowly ticked, the minutes seemingly getting longer and longer. And then the door swung open.
Sark and Michael looked up at Sydney, who closed the door behind her. They stayed that way for several minutes, reflecting.
Sark couldn't help but look at Sydney first. She was just so beautiful. The way her hair framed her face, those adorable dimples, those full lips. The way she had been so full off laughter over the past couple of weeks. The way she would giggle over the SSS, which she appropriately called the Sadistic Sagacious Spies. In fact, Sark didn't even know what the SSS stood for. Only Sloane knew. Maybe it was called Sloane, Sark, & Sydney but that sounded too corny and too much like a law firm.
Sark looked at Michael. He didn't really like Michael but he pitied him. His world had crumbled and he was still up for this...
Sydney watched Michael and Sark. She knew their plan. Of course, she had been furious when she had seen Sark slip Michael the gun. She would show them...
Michael glanced at Sydney, afraid of what he was going to do in a minute. He then intently watched Sark, waiting for the sign...
"Sydney, he talked. He's going to help us get the diamond. I trust him, do you?" Sark's voice was calm, business-like. But inside, he shook. Was this the right thing to do? He had doubts about his plan.
Sydney beamed at Michael.
"Yah, I trust him."
And then Michael quickly stood up, his gun pointed at Sydney. Sark fingered the gun that he had placed behind his back.
"Trust me now, Syd?" Michael's voice tried to be strong but a note of despair and fear hung to it.
But in the blink of an eye, Sydney had her gun out, pointed at Michael.
"The question is, do you trust me?" Her smirk showed off her pride off knowing about the plan and getting the best of them. But it faltered as she realized Sark had his gun out and had it pointed at her, not Michael.
She whipped her head around to glare at Sark.
"Don't you love me Sark? When I saw you slip the gun to Michael, I couldn't believe my eyes. I never thought you would deceive me."
"Syd, you aren't like you used to be. You're...evil. You've become a worse version of your mother. I couldn't trust you anymore. I'm sorry."
His last words were almost drowned out by the BANG! that echoed through the room. Michael had fired. Sark watched in slow motion as Sydney fell back, landing on her back. He rushed to her side.
"Sark. I would have never betrayed you. You must know that." She rasped, clutching at the wound in her chest that was spilling out dark blood. "I...love...y-you..." Her words trailed into a whisper and her head, which Sark was holding, fell back. Sydney Bristow was dead.
"Syd...Syd..." Sark moaned her name, clutching her body to him. A single tear made his way down him pale cheek and fell to her cheek. He stayed that way for several minutes before regaining his composure. Slowly and deliberately, he placed her body lovingly on the ground and got to his feet. He turned around to Michael, who was staring agape at the dead body.
"When you told me the plan, I, for some reason, didn't really get that she would die. It's so...devastating. She was so strong, it's hard to imagine her being dead. I keep thinking she's just going to get back up, perfectly fine." Michael's voice was so sincere. That bastard.
With an enraged scream, Sark whipped out his gun and shot Michael. Once...twice...three times...watched as Michael's body jerked each time a bullet invaded his body until he finally fell to the floor and Sark was out of bullets.
Once Sark could breathe normally again, he returned to Sydney's body. He stooped down to her.
"Sydney. I loved you with all my heart. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. I'm...sorry." He then kissed her lips. They were beginning to get cold.
Sark walked out of the building in a daze. Tears had clouded his vision yet none would fall. They didn't dare. He got in his car and drove. It took forty minutes to reach the bluffs. Forty very long, numbing minutes.
He stood on the edge of the bluffs, letting the salty wind whip his hair around. The blue ocean crashed onto the rocks below. The blue ocean that was so peaceful and yet so powerful. He let the tears fall now. Then he jumped...
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That's it, folks!!
I know. Kinda sad. : ( Well, that's the end. Behind Blue Eyes might continue, I'm not sure. I feel sort of sad now, this was my first fic and now it's over...*sniff*... oh well! On to other stories!
Thanks to black.Hawk, Kathryn, intriKate, gizmo, Christy, amythest, AnnaSun, Sarkie47, screen names are tacky, abercrombieprep, Coffee Crazy, HoneyB, redheadgrl, AliasForever, Catwoman_Huntress, and Alice for reviewing my story!
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!! Tell me how you liked it (or hated it) whatever floats your boat!!
Chapter 7: The Sting
Author: Brynne Summary: The CIA is being raided! Who is this unnamed threat?
Category: Suspense/Action/Adventure Rating:
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Please don't sue. I have no money.
AN: This is set after A Free Agent. It's my own version of what could have happened. This is my first Alias fic.
The room was deathly quiet. Sark was leaning against the wall, deep in thought. Michael was tied to the chair in the middle of the room, gazing unseeing at the floor. A clock slowly ticked, the minutes seemingly getting longer and longer. And then the door swung open.
Sark and Michael looked up at Sydney, who closed the door behind her. They stayed that way for several minutes, reflecting.
Sark couldn't help but look at Sydney first. She was just so beautiful. The way her hair framed her face, those adorable dimples, those full lips. The way she had been so full off laughter over the past couple of weeks. The way she would giggle over the SSS, which she appropriately called the Sadistic Sagacious Spies. In fact, Sark didn't even know what the SSS stood for. Only Sloane knew. Maybe it was called Sloane, Sark, & Sydney but that sounded too corny and too much like a law firm.
Sark looked at Michael. He didn't really like Michael but he pitied him. His world had crumbled and he was still up for this...
Sydney watched Michael and Sark. She knew their plan. Of course, she had been furious when she had seen Sark slip Michael the gun. She would show them...
Michael glanced at Sydney, afraid of what he was going to do in a minute. He then intently watched Sark, waiting for the sign...
"Sydney, he talked. He's going to help us get the diamond. I trust him, do you?" Sark's voice was calm, business-like. But inside, he shook. Was this the right thing to do? He had doubts about his plan.
Sydney beamed at Michael.
"Yah, I trust him."
And then Michael quickly stood up, his gun pointed at Sydney. Sark fingered the gun that he had placed behind his back.
"Trust me now, Syd?" Michael's voice tried to be strong but a note of despair and fear hung to it.
But in the blink of an eye, Sydney had her gun out, pointed at Michael.
"The question is, do you trust me?" Her smirk showed off her pride off knowing about the plan and getting the best of them. But it faltered as she realized Sark had his gun out and had it pointed at her, not Michael.
She whipped her head around to glare at Sark.
"Don't you love me Sark? When I saw you slip the gun to Michael, I couldn't believe my eyes. I never thought you would deceive me."
"Syd, you aren't like you used to be. You're...evil. You've become a worse version of your mother. I couldn't trust you anymore. I'm sorry."
His last words were almost drowned out by the BANG! that echoed through the room. Michael had fired. Sark watched in slow motion as Sydney fell back, landing on her back. He rushed to her side.
"Sark. I would have never betrayed you. You must know that." She rasped, clutching at the wound in her chest that was spilling out dark blood. "I...love...y-you..." Her words trailed into a whisper and her head, which Sark was holding, fell back. Sydney Bristow was dead.
"Syd...Syd..." Sark moaned her name, clutching her body to him. A single tear made his way down him pale cheek and fell to her cheek. He stayed that way for several minutes before regaining his composure. Slowly and deliberately, he placed her body lovingly on the ground and got to his feet. He turned around to Michael, who was staring agape at the dead body.
"When you told me the plan, I, for some reason, didn't really get that she would die. It's so...devastating. She was so strong, it's hard to imagine her being dead. I keep thinking she's just going to get back up, perfectly fine." Michael's voice was so sincere. That bastard.
With an enraged scream, Sark whipped out his gun and shot Michael. Once...twice...three times...watched as Michael's body jerked each time a bullet invaded his body until he finally fell to the floor and Sark was out of bullets.
Once Sark could breathe normally again, he returned to Sydney's body. He stooped down to her.
"Sydney. I loved you with all my heart. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. I'm...sorry." He then kissed her lips. They were beginning to get cold.
Sark walked out of the building in a daze. Tears had clouded his vision yet none would fall. They didn't dare. He got in his car and drove. It took forty minutes to reach the bluffs. Forty very long, numbing minutes.
He stood on the edge of the bluffs, letting the salty wind whip his hair around. The blue ocean crashed onto the rocks below. The blue ocean that was so peaceful and yet so powerful. He let the tears fall now. Then he jumped...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
That's it, folks!!
I know. Kinda sad. : ( Well, that's the end. Behind Blue Eyes might continue, I'm not sure. I feel sort of sad now, this was my first fic and now it's over...*sniff*... oh well! On to other stories!
Thanks to black.Hawk, Kathryn, intriKate, gizmo, Christy, amythest, AnnaSun, Sarkie47, screen names are tacky, abercrombieprep, Coffee Crazy, HoneyB, redheadgrl, AliasForever, Catwoman_Huntress, and Alice for reviewing my story!
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!! Tell me how you liked it (or hated it) whatever floats your boat!!