*Disclaimer*: I don't own Alias. JJ does. But I wonder… what if I claim insanity? Could I claim I own it then claim I'm insane? One could only hope…
Dedication: the one and only bbclarinetgurl (aka Naughty/nice/brilliant)
A/N: MUST GET REVIEWS… Pretty please… I promise if I get at least 5 reviews I'll post the next chapter in like 2 or 3 days. I apologize if there is any OOCness and I know that in some points of my story there are. I'm trying not to have OOC but then it limits my creativity. I hope you guys have noticed that I'm trying to make the POV's longer so that it's less confusing. *Crosses fingers* here's hoping. Thanks for beta-ing this chapter, and hopefully the rest of the chapters for this story, SarkLover.
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Previously: If I get at least 3 reviews I'll actually start posting back my mini-summary of prior chapter (s).
Chapter 12~ Getting screwed is NOT a good thing
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"How are we gonna pay for the fees for continuing the Rambaldi research?" a man asked a man looking like a younger version of Sloane.
"I don't know… wait! I have an idea." Sloane said. He hurried out of the room to call and talk to someone on the phone.
***Skips forward***
"Ok, all you have to do is transport for us object #47. If you do that then we will pay you all the money you will need to complete this obsession of yours," a brusque voice informed Sloane.
"What is object #47?" Sloane asked curiously.
"I'm afraid I can not disclose that information to you. So will you complete this straightforward assignment?" the gruff voice asked.
Unsure of himself but still needing the money Sloane gave in and agreed.
***Skips forward***
Sloane opened the huge container-like object and pulled out what appeared to be a gurney. The sun went behind a few clouds just before his mouth dropped in awe; he shouldn't have been looking at the object, but he just had to know. There was a bloodied body on the gurney of someone that he knew all too well. Sydney lay unconscious on the gurney. His breath got caught in his throat. He couldn't give them Sydney but then again he couldn't give her to the CIA otherwise they would turn him in and blame him for whatever had happened to her. What to do? What should he do?
***Skips forward***
The bellboy had given Sloane a weird look after he saw Sydney. He shrugged it off and hurried him along. With a sad sigh he realized what he had to do. He had to hand Sydney over to the group or whoever wanted her. They had said something about Emily being alive. He knew deep down that it could not be possible since he had seen her die herself but then again she could still be alive. Blinded by his love for his wife he gradually gave the company Sydney- the group that would later be known as the Covenant. They said that every now and then they would give him details about where she was. A year later he was regretting the absurdity and spontaneous ness of his decision. But by then it was too late. When he realized this, he also realized that it was time end his Rambaldi obsession before everyone that he cared about died because of it.
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***Sark's POV***
His mouth dropped in surprise as a flabbergasted Sloane fell out of the closet. Straightening his clothes and trying to appear casual he said smoothly, "Now isn't this a coincidence?" His face showed a brief expression of his uncomfortable-ness before he wiped it free of expression. He was wearing the same suit he was wearing when he had drive here. He just hoped that Sydney wouldn't remember. Before handing her over to the Covenant he had tried to complete the prophecy… then Sark took her… then the Covenant found out that he had tricked them. He should have just left her with Sark. Sark's trademark smirk appeared before he punched Sloane in the nose. Still standing topless Sark shrugged off putting back on his shirt and went after a fleeing Sloane.
***Lauren's POV***
She ran after Lauren but she was too late. The girl had jumped out the window. Lauren gave a gasp; there would be no way she could make it. Not from the floor that they were on. Looking down to where the girl had jumped she couldn't find any trace of her. Was she just a girl defending herself or was she a young agent? Lauren wondered silently. She turned back towards the bed as she heard her husband groan in pain. Grabbing him under the armpits she tried fruitlessly to drag him out of the room. She sighed; she would need someone else's help.
***Sydney's POV***
Sydney just sat there disgusted on the bed. That malevolence, callous, bastard was now a pervert. He was watching us the whole time? Her attention was snapped back to reality once the eerie silence took over. She decided against putting back on the shirt that she had been wearing and made up her mind to pick something out of the drawer in the dresser. Picking out a sleeveless green shirt and some shorts she was about to go after Sark and Sloane but then she noticed something… there was something in the closet. Taking chary steps toward the object in question she stopped suddenly and vigilantly bent down to scrutinize the mysterious object. Looking down on it she scrunched her eyebrows up in question. It was a key. But a key to what? It must have fallen out of his pocket… Sydney thought just then noticing a piece of folded paper on the ground too. When she picked it up she discovered that it was not in fact a paper but an envelope. She looked at the carpet for which it had been recently laying on. The whole carpet was the same shade of red so it couldn't have been there for all that long. She read the envelope and was surprised to read that she had sent this envelope to someone. What had surprised her even more was not the fact that she had sent it, but to whom she had sent it to- Arvin Sloane. Scanning the fairly new piece of paper she learned that she had asked Sloane to hold this key for her; it was important. She seemed to be semi-begging him to keep it safe. Begging Sloane to do something? Sydney thought with a scoff, that's a first. Looking at the paper again she shoved it in her pocket but stopped short of putting the key in too. There was something attached to the key… an address. Looking at the address and going to the door she realized that it was the same address as this room. "Ok, I'm sensing freakiness?" Sydney said quietly to herself to try and keep herself calm. What was in this room? Was it some clue she had left herself in case she ever forgot or did this room have more about her past then she could have thought possible? Well, all I need is to trigger my memory. Ok, just start looking through things. Sydney logically assumed. Ok, what do I know about Julia… That she was the opposite of me in many ways… so if I were Julia where would I hide clues?
***Dixon's POV***
"Are you ready to go home honey?" Dixon asked his quite wife. She didn't seem to be the same… but it he chalked it up to be repercussions of her kidnapping.
***Lauren's POV***
She sat on the bed something bugging her so much she temporarily forgot about her husband. What if they found out? What if he found out? What will she do once she finds out? Lauren exhaled loudly as her fingers massaged her temples. Ok, if time eventually sheds light on your past then let's just hope it gets prolonged. Looking down at her husband she gave his unconscious body a look of regret and happiness. A single tear fell down her cheek as she mumbled, "I really did and will always love you." She looked down at her left hand before picking up a pen in her pocket and taking out a piece of paper. She scribbled in a handwriting almost unrecognizable just 3 small words. 3 small words that meant a whole lot. A tear fell down her cheek as she wondered whether or not to leave the ring. She walked up to her husband and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips while deciding. After deciding against it she ran out of the room. Looking left and right she ran down a flight of stairs across the hall from the previous stairs she had been in. As she took the stairs 2 and sometimes 3 at a time her hair flew in her face. Wiping it out of the way every few seconds the tears stained her face and she could hardly see a thing.
***Sark's POV***
Giving up he stopped and headed back to the apartment.
***Sloane's POV***
Gasping for breath Sloane ran up to the getaway car (it was actually a black van but oh well it's the thought that counts) that he had had prepared in advance. He jumped in the front passenger seat before the driver sped away.
"So Mr. Sloane. What was that about?" the man asked keeping his eyes on the road.
"Getting screwed, is not a good thing," he answered trying to catch his breath.
"What?" the driver asked taking a chance and taking his eyes off the road to give a him a look of confusion.
"I was trying to leave Miss Bristow some clues, but that was before Ms. Derevko's horny partner showed up with Bristow." Sloane answered finally breathing normally again.
"So the weird quote, what was that about?" the man asked again.
"Winchendon, if she doesn't remember what happened to her, we might all be screwed; and that is NOT a good thing." Sloane informed the confused man.
Winchendon nodded in understanding as he sped off toward a private jet.
"I mean, she wouldn't have believed me if I sat her down and had a heart to heart with her; or she would have turned me in. That was my only way and he might have just screwed us!" Sloane yelled.
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