Title: Confrontation
Summary: AU in the middle of season two. In the middle of a mission, Sark is confronted with someone he really didn't want to see.
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Distribution: Email me to ask. I'll say yes, but I like to know where it's going.
Author's Note: Thank you to my awesome beta, Amy, for all of her great advice and support. I could not have done this without all of your help.
Looking back, Sark supposed he should have known that this moment was coming.
He'd agreed to do this job for Irina. She'd needed someone she trusted, she'd said. And besides, both he and Sydney owed her.
He owed everything to Irina. She rescued him from hell, gave him a job, money, status, training, everything. Gave him the revenge he needed.
A simple job, Irina had said.
But, as he knows too well, nothing involving Irina or Sydney is ever simple.
After Irina had escaped from CIA custody in a beautifully orchestrated plan that he was quite proud of, they'd set the next phase of her plan in motion: gaining control of the organizations that had been under the Alliance's control and eliminating Sloane. And then, the unexpected had happened.
Sydney showed up.
Irina, characteristically, had not been surprised. Privately, he suspected that this was what she had been hoping for, that this had been the reason she'd turned herself into the CIA. The opportunity to regain the daughter she'd been forced by the KGB to give up had been too great for even Irina Derevko to resist.
When they'd surrounded Sloane, Sydney had wanted to be the one to pull the trigger.
And he'd let her.
He understood about these things. He'd done his own revenge killing once, a long time ago.
And, then, another unexpected thing had happened. Sydney had kissed him.
Since then, things had been going exceptionally well. With Sydney lying beside him, he was able to sleep peacefully, a very rare occurrence for him.
He should have anticipated this, seen it coming.
But he'd been so happy with Sydney, he'd been willing to let everything else take second place.
Bad tactical error. As he realized now, with Agent Vaughn standing before him in the hallway, gun pointing straight at him, maybe he should have been a little bit more cautious.
After all, he understood the lengths a man would go for Sydney Bristow.
"Agent Vaughn. Wonderful to see you again."
"Where's Sydney?"
Wouldn't you like to know.
'I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."
Stall him.
"Don't bullshit me, Sark. I know you're after Rambaldi info and I know Sydney is here with you."
"I'm assuming, Agent Vaughn, that you're here on your own, without the CIA. Isn't that a big no-no?"
"I just want to find Sydney. And you're going to tell me where she is."
"Sorry. I can't tell you what I don't know."
"Don't lie to me, you arrogant-"
"Drop your gun or I'll shoot you."
Sydney.
