Title: Betrayal is a Symptom
Author: SarkLover89
Disclaimer: If I owned Alias there would be some Sarkney. If you're smart, since there isn't any S/S action going on you'll figure out that I don't own the show!
Setting: S3. 'A Missing Link' this is after they complete the mission.
Summary: Simon doesn't take very well to betrayal. Of all kinds or by anyone.
A/N: This idea just came to me... tell me if you like it! Thanks go to my betas-GabsHardy and jillybug03 at sd-1.com... thanks you guys! Mrs. Curls: I'll try and send you the next chapter if you're not busy!!
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**Can't take back what you said long ago.
No time for apologies I know
Don't be denying it.
Then we've had it all.
I'm waiting, trying,
I keep holding on...**
~Rufio, Countdown~
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Chapter 1: Offers
The car ride was bumpy. Looking around her, Sydney realized that this was not the direction they had taken on the way to the facility. Simon's safehouse was north of them, and they were going south.
"Hey Simon? Where are we going?"
He turned around in the passenger seat to give her a smile. "Just a little stop on the way, babe. Nothing to worry over."
Sydney wasn't reassured. Something was up, but she knew that she wasn't going to get anything more specific from Simon. Instead, she turned her mind to the mission. Sydney hated it when she came that close to ruining the objective and when she was working with Simon she knew that she had to be more careful. At least they'd gotten out of it alive.
Sydney thought back to earlier that day when Simon had introduced her to Sark. Well he had *thought* he'd introduced them, but then again, he *thought* a lot of things. For someone who worked in this business, he sure didn't seem to do detailed background checks on people he worked with. That helped Sydney.
But that wasn't her problem. Sydney's problem was with Sark. Why hadn't he blown her cover? He had everything to gain. How long had they been trying to kill each other? Longer than 3 years, at least. Revealing her alias would certainly guarantee her death so why the hell hadn't he said anything?
She left that thought for later as she felt the car stop. There was no visible house or forest where one could be hidden; all that lay around them was desert.
"Well I suppose it could be underground," Sydney muttered as she hopped out of the jeep.
"Did you say something, babe?"
Sydney looked at Simon. "Nope. But just out of curiosity, why are we here?"
Simon laughed. "I could ask you the same question. But we'll let your 'supplier' do that for us." He motioned to a man in a car Sydney hadn't noticed before. A thug got out, bringing someone else with him. Sydney bit back a yell when she realized who it was.
She turned to P(rez. "Javier, what's going on?"
His eyes were flashing. "You claim this man is your supplier? Then why does he have CIA issue equipment?"
"I... Si, you know I wouldn't betray you!" Sydney stammered.
"Julia wouldn't," Simon spat, "But CIA Agent Sydney Bristow would."
Sydney tried to remain calm. How the hell did he find out and how was she supposed to get out of this?
"Wait, Simon! I can explain!"
"Well I'm not giving you a chance to. I don't want to hear it!"
A shot rang out in the night and Vaughn slumped over, clutching his arm. Sydney turned away as the second shot rang out; she couldn't watch him in pain. After the third shot Simon turned to her and took out his own gun.
"And now for you."
"Simon don't do this!"
He smirked as his finger pulled the trigger. Her shoulder exploded with pain, then she felt something hit her head and everything went black.
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Sydney awoke with a pounding headache. She touched the bump on the back of her head as everything came rushing back. Vaughn, Simon knowing who she was, Vaughn getting shot, three times, her shoulder. Her fingers found the wound; it was neatly wrapped and no blood showed through the gauze. How long had she been here?
The door of her cell opened and P(rez came in. He was carrying a tray of food and set it down in front of her.
"Eat." He made to leave but Sydney reached out to stop him.
"Javier! Tell me what's going on!"
"I cannot." He looked strained.
"Come on, it's me. Julia! You can tell me anything."
"No. It is not you. I do not know who you are, Sydney Bristow. All I know is that you betrayed us all. And I know that Simon does not take well to betrayal. So eat. You will need your strength."
Sydney let go of his wrist and leaned back on her cot. Javier took one last look at her and left the room, the door banging behind him. Inside the cell, Sydney resigned herself to eating the weak, tasteless soup. It was better than nothing and she was starving. When the door opened again, Sydney didn't even look up.
"I see you've been fed." It was Sark. "I took the liberty of shutting off the cameras so we could talk in private."
Suddenly something in Sydney's mind clicked. She jumped up, her dishes clattering to the floor, and knocked Sark down.
"Hello to you, too, Sydney."
"You son of a bitch. You told them about me."
"Is that why you're in this cell? Well I can assure you, I did not reveal your identity to anyone. Although I myself wondered what you were doing here. You cannot possibly remember nothing of those two years."
"You'd better believe it. Well, if you didn't tell them, who did?"
"I have no idea, but I will help you find out."
Sydney smirked and sat back on her heels, still straddling Sark. "Yeah, and if I'm locked in here, how am I supposed to do anything."
"That's what I came in here for. If you would get off of me so that I could sit up, I would tell you."
Sydney reluctantly got up and sat on her cot. "OK, so what?"
"Patience, Ms. Bristow, is a virtue. Hasn't anyone ever told you that?" He smirked and looked around the cell. "Lovely place you've got here."
"Spit it out Sark."
He looked at her. "Well then, if I must." He leaned against the wall, the perfect image of casualness. "If you absolutely must now, I intend to get you out of here."
Sydney laughed. "Yeah, right. After all we've been through, you're gonna help me. Sure."
"In all seriousness Sydney, please believe what I say."
"All right," Sydney cocked her head. "What's the catch?"
Sark was heading towards the door. "There is one thing," he said, turning around. Sydney waited. "You would have to work with your mother."
Sark left the room, leaving a very confused and bewildered Sydney Bristow with a lot to think about.
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Author: SarkLover89
Disclaimer: If I owned Alias there would be some Sarkney. If you're smart, since there isn't any S/S action going on you'll figure out that I don't own the show!
Setting: S3. 'A Missing Link' this is after they complete the mission.
Summary: Simon doesn't take very well to betrayal. Of all kinds or by anyone.
A/N: This idea just came to me... tell me if you like it! Thanks go to my betas-GabsHardy and jillybug03 at sd-1.com... thanks you guys! Mrs. Curls: I'll try and send you the next chapter if you're not busy!!
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**Can't take back what you said long ago.
No time for apologies I know
Don't be denying it.
Then we've had it all.
I'm waiting, trying,
I keep holding on...**
~Rufio, Countdown~
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Chapter 1: Offers
The car ride was bumpy. Looking around her, Sydney realized that this was not the direction they had taken on the way to the facility. Simon's safehouse was north of them, and they were going south.
"Hey Simon? Where are we going?"
He turned around in the passenger seat to give her a smile. "Just a little stop on the way, babe. Nothing to worry over."
Sydney wasn't reassured. Something was up, but she knew that she wasn't going to get anything more specific from Simon. Instead, she turned her mind to the mission. Sydney hated it when she came that close to ruining the objective and when she was working with Simon she knew that she had to be more careful. At least they'd gotten out of it alive.
Sydney thought back to earlier that day when Simon had introduced her to Sark. Well he had *thought* he'd introduced them, but then again, he *thought* a lot of things. For someone who worked in this business, he sure didn't seem to do detailed background checks on people he worked with. That helped Sydney.
But that wasn't her problem. Sydney's problem was with Sark. Why hadn't he blown her cover? He had everything to gain. How long had they been trying to kill each other? Longer than 3 years, at least. Revealing her alias would certainly guarantee her death so why the hell hadn't he said anything?
She left that thought for later as she felt the car stop. There was no visible house or forest where one could be hidden; all that lay around them was desert.
"Well I suppose it could be underground," Sydney muttered as she hopped out of the jeep.
"Did you say something, babe?"
Sydney looked at Simon. "Nope. But just out of curiosity, why are we here?"
Simon laughed. "I could ask you the same question. But we'll let your 'supplier' do that for us." He motioned to a man in a car Sydney hadn't noticed before. A thug got out, bringing someone else with him. Sydney bit back a yell when she realized who it was.
She turned to P(rez. "Javier, what's going on?"
His eyes were flashing. "You claim this man is your supplier? Then why does he have CIA issue equipment?"
"I... Si, you know I wouldn't betray you!" Sydney stammered.
"Julia wouldn't," Simon spat, "But CIA Agent Sydney Bristow would."
Sydney tried to remain calm. How the hell did he find out and how was she supposed to get out of this?
"Wait, Simon! I can explain!"
"Well I'm not giving you a chance to. I don't want to hear it!"
A shot rang out in the night and Vaughn slumped over, clutching his arm. Sydney turned away as the second shot rang out; she couldn't watch him in pain. After the third shot Simon turned to her and took out his own gun.
"And now for you."
"Simon don't do this!"
He smirked as his finger pulled the trigger. Her shoulder exploded with pain, then she felt something hit her head and everything went black.
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Sydney awoke with a pounding headache. She touched the bump on the back of her head as everything came rushing back. Vaughn, Simon knowing who she was, Vaughn getting shot, three times, her shoulder. Her fingers found the wound; it was neatly wrapped and no blood showed through the gauze. How long had she been here?
The door of her cell opened and P(rez came in. He was carrying a tray of food and set it down in front of her.
"Eat." He made to leave but Sydney reached out to stop him.
"Javier! Tell me what's going on!"
"I cannot." He looked strained.
"Come on, it's me. Julia! You can tell me anything."
"No. It is not you. I do not know who you are, Sydney Bristow. All I know is that you betrayed us all. And I know that Simon does not take well to betrayal. So eat. You will need your strength."
Sydney let go of his wrist and leaned back on her cot. Javier took one last look at her and left the room, the door banging behind him. Inside the cell, Sydney resigned herself to eating the weak, tasteless soup. It was better than nothing and she was starving. When the door opened again, Sydney didn't even look up.
"I see you've been fed." It was Sark. "I took the liberty of shutting off the cameras so we could talk in private."
Suddenly something in Sydney's mind clicked. She jumped up, her dishes clattering to the floor, and knocked Sark down.
"Hello to you, too, Sydney."
"You son of a bitch. You told them about me."
"Is that why you're in this cell? Well I can assure you, I did not reveal your identity to anyone. Although I myself wondered what you were doing here. You cannot possibly remember nothing of those two years."
"You'd better believe it. Well, if you didn't tell them, who did?"
"I have no idea, but I will help you find out."
Sydney smirked and sat back on her heels, still straddling Sark. "Yeah, and if I'm locked in here, how am I supposed to do anything."
"That's what I came in here for. If you would get off of me so that I could sit up, I would tell you."
Sydney reluctantly got up and sat on her cot. "OK, so what?"
"Patience, Ms. Bristow, is a virtue. Hasn't anyone ever told you that?" He smirked and looked around the cell. "Lovely place you've got here."
"Spit it out Sark."
He looked at her. "Well then, if I must." He leaned against the wall, the perfect image of casualness. "If you absolutely must now, I intend to get you out of here."
Sydney laughed. "Yeah, right. After all we've been through, you're gonna help me. Sure."
"In all seriousness Sydney, please believe what I say."
"All right," Sydney cocked her head. "What's the catch?"
Sark was heading towards the door. "There is one thing," he said, turning around. Sydney waited. "You would have to work with your mother."
Sark left the room, leaving a very confused and bewildered Sydney Bristow with a lot to think about.
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