*AN I've been sucked into the Sarkney world, so that's on my mind a lot
now. ;) I'm kind of antsy about it, but the muse hit, and I just can't get
it out of my head. I hope to attract enough interest to keep going with
it. Reviews are welcome, good, bad, and indifferent. Thanks! This is my
first long fiction on the board.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Alias related. They are not mine (although I wouldn't mind claiming a couple of them).
Spoilers: Post the telling **********************************************************************
He woke up to see her staring at him. Christ, he thought. She's back. After all this time, it's really her. He was surprised that he had not heard that she was back. Granted, the CIA didn't feel that he needed to have any information, but something like that should have been the topic of conversation of everyone. The last he had heard, they found a body with DNA that matched hers. She was declared dead. He masked his surprise with the cold, impassive look that he was known for. "Miss Bristow. I see you have returned from the dead; pardon the pun." He smirked. "And to what do I owe the pleasure of a visit?"
"I see you haven't lost your 'charm' Sark", Sydney said. "I want to know what the hell happened to me, and you're going to help me find out."
"What makes you think that I know anything? I've been locked up in this damn cell for over two years without even a decent suit."
"Glad to see that your priorities are straight." Cocky as ever, thought Sydney. Does he ever feel anything? "I know you well enough to know that you have connections. If you don't know now, you will find out. Let me add that I can make it worth your while."
"And, pray tell, how can you do that? You've just reappeared after people thought you were dead. Do you think the CIA will be willing to make any deals with you? Especially for someone like me?" Sark retorted. "And what in our past history has given you any indication that I would help you?"
"I know how flexible your loyalties are. Anything that will better your condition, you will do. I'm sure you don't think this is Club Med. I've been back for 4 months. I've lost my life; everything that I knew, been put through hell here, and was finally released. I have a level of security clearance and have gained the trust of several within the agency. Besides, who said anything about making a deal with the CIA? I have other ways; other people that I can pull a favor from." Selfish bastard, thought Sydney. But, selflessness was never a strong quality of his. She actually admired it. If only she hadn't worried so much or cared so much , then she wouldn't be subject to this pain. The passage of time and the things that she had been through had made her bitter.
Sark's sapphire eyes flicked to the security cameras.
"On a loop for the time being. It's not necessary for anyone here to witness this conversation."
"Well, I must say, you've certainly sparked my interest, Miss Bristow. Dare I ask what your resources are?" If she only knew just how far his loyalties went. Or that in spite of all he had done, it was for her benefit.
"Simple. Irina Derevko."
Irina? Bloody hell. "Ah. You are your mother's daughter after all."
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Alias related. They are not mine (although I wouldn't mind claiming a couple of them).
Spoilers: Post the telling **********************************************************************
He woke up to see her staring at him. Christ, he thought. She's back. After all this time, it's really her. He was surprised that he had not heard that she was back. Granted, the CIA didn't feel that he needed to have any information, but something like that should have been the topic of conversation of everyone. The last he had heard, they found a body with DNA that matched hers. She was declared dead. He masked his surprise with the cold, impassive look that he was known for. "Miss Bristow. I see you have returned from the dead; pardon the pun." He smirked. "And to what do I owe the pleasure of a visit?"
"I see you haven't lost your 'charm' Sark", Sydney said. "I want to know what the hell happened to me, and you're going to help me find out."
"What makes you think that I know anything? I've been locked up in this damn cell for over two years without even a decent suit."
"Glad to see that your priorities are straight." Cocky as ever, thought Sydney. Does he ever feel anything? "I know you well enough to know that you have connections. If you don't know now, you will find out. Let me add that I can make it worth your while."
"And, pray tell, how can you do that? You've just reappeared after people thought you were dead. Do you think the CIA will be willing to make any deals with you? Especially for someone like me?" Sark retorted. "And what in our past history has given you any indication that I would help you?"
"I know how flexible your loyalties are. Anything that will better your condition, you will do. I'm sure you don't think this is Club Med. I've been back for 4 months. I've lost my life; everything that I knew, been put through hell here, and was finally released. I have a level of security clearance and have gained the trust of several within the agency. Besides, who said anything about making a deal with the CIA? I have other ways; other people that I can pull a favor from." Selfish bastard, thought Sydney. But, selflessness was never a strong quality of his. She actually admired it. If only she hadn't worried so much or cared so much , then she wouldn't be subject to this pain. The passage of time and the things that she had been through had made her bitter.
Sark's sapphire eyes flicked to the security cameras.
"On a loop for the time being. It's not necessary for anyone here to witness this conversation."
"Well, I must say, you've certainly sparked my interest, Miss Bristow. Dare I ask what your resources are?" If she only knew just how far his loyalties went. Or that in spite of all he had done, it was for her benefit.
"Simple. Irina Derevko."
Irina? Bloody hell. "Ah. You are your mother's daughter after all."