Author Notes :
This is somewhat of an alternate universe fiction, with the main difference from the 'real' Alias world, being that Vaughn and Lauren have yet to be married, nor are they engaged. However, they are in a fairly serious relationship. The timeline currently is four months after Sydney's return. Finally, to be perfectly honest, at the moment this story will come across more as a soap opera than a traditional episode of the show, but that will change in the future.
A smile of satisfaction crossed Sydney's face as she unlaced her skates, looking at the empty sheet of ice. Although she was alone, there was something satisfying about shooting a round of pucks into the goal box. Or perhaps it was the memories that came with hockey, but she quickly put the thought from her mind, looking forward to having dinner with her father. She had been out of the country so much the past few months and was grateful they would have the chance to catch up on everything that had transpired. To her surprise a man with short blond hair stood in the dark hallway of the rink as she made her way to the building's exit. She would recognize the back of his head and his posture anywhere.
"I've been waiting for you," he said simply, turning to face her.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, her voice a mixture of anger and confusion. He slowly walked toward her, moving closer and closer until they were face to face.
"Good afternoon Agent Bristow," he started. Suddenly the tone of his voice changed and he tightly wrapped his arms around her torso. His muscular chest pressed against her, causing her to gasp. "Sydney... I have an offer for you. One that I'm sure you can't refuse." His voice was soft, yet so seductive. It was like the waves of the ocean, undulating and pulsating, accentuating the words you and sure. Sydney's breaths were short and raspy. Her heart was pounding in her head as he continued his torment. Sark lowered his head to her neck placing his lips on it. His touch was like a feather, teasing yet pleasurable. Just as he slid her tongue out of his mouth, the firm grip of her hands on his shoulders stopped him.
"What are you doing?" asked Sydney sharply, finally recovering from the initial shock of his actions. Sark simply laughed and pushed her away.
"You could have had me if you wanted... but I think you'd rather have something, or rather someONE else," he finally said.
"And who would that be?" she replied, skeptically. Sark turned away, chuckling softly, still wearing a cat-like smile on his face.
"Michael Vaughn." He slowly paced in a small circle waiting for her to respond. However, she said nothing, so he continued. "I know how hard things have been since your return, Sydney. You're still hopelessly in love with him. The problem is... you can't have him because he's with Lauren. That's where I come in. You see, I have a thing for her. So here's the deal ..."
"I would never help anyone do something like that!" she interrupted, knowing exactly what he wanted her to do. His eyes narrowed into slits. No one spoke to him like that and got away with it. He was the one that called the shots. He had done it to her before when interfering with one of her missions, and this time would be no different. Noticing the anger in her eyes, Sark calmed himself and quickly changed his expression to one that was more soft, innocent, and almost sad.
"Sydney... can you see what your life will be like without Vaughn? Look down the road to his wedding day..." his voice trailed off as he took stock of her emotions. Almost instantly her fury seemed to vanish and her defenses sapped of their strength. 'Right where I want her,' he thought to himself with a wicked smile.
"You walk down the aisle and see him standing before you. Never has he looked so handsome, is what you think as you walk toward him. Yet instead of taking your hand, he reaches for someone else. As you turn to see where he is going, you see him going to Lauren. As time passes you only realize how much more you've lost..."
Sydney turned her back to him, trying to hide her feelings. Sark was right. It would hurt. "Look at me, Sydney," he commanded, whirling her around and looking straight at her. She continued to avert his gaze as tears began to form in her eyes. He moved closer to her, gently embracing her. She stood motionless, trying to ignore him, yet she heard every word he said. "Can you see it? Can you see what will happen if you do not help me? Can you feel it? Can you feel the misery of a future without Vaughn?" Sydney remained in her daze. She tried to pull away from him, but felt as if her feet were cemented in place. He stroked her face and whispered, "Another five years into the future, Lauren gives birth to a child...his..." She choked back another sob, his words tearing into her heart. She wanted it so bad... Sark stepped away from Sydney, a triumphant smile on his face. He knew she had cracked.
"I..."she began, finally speaking. "I w..."
"Go on, say it," he gently prodded.
She paused again, to steady herself, her voice now stronger. "I won't do it. I could never hurt Vaughn like this. If he wants to be with someone else, than so be it. I can live with the pain, but I could never live with myself for helping a snake like you."
Sark was shocked. He had been positive he had her. However, his awe turned to anger. "Fine... then I'll do it myself, but mark my words. You'll regret this every time you see him with Lauren!" he spat before storming out of the deserted rink.
Sydney collapsed to her knees, now letting the tears fall freely. "Vaughn, I will keep that promise," she whispered, as she buried her face in her hands.
This is somewhat of an alternate universe fiction, with the main difference from the 'real' Alias world, being that Vaughn and Lauren have yet to be married, nor are they engaged. However, they are in a fairly serious relationship. The timeline currently is four months after Sydney's return. Finally, to be perfectly honest, at the moment this story will come across more as a soap opera than a traditional episode of the show, but that will change in the future.
A smile of satisfaction crossed Sydney's face as she unlaced her skates, looking at the empty sheet of ice. Although she was alone, there was something satisfying about shooting a round of pucks into the goal box. Or perhaps it was the memories that came with hockey, but she quickly put the thought from her mind, looking forward to having dinner with her father. She had been out of the country so much the past few months and was grateful they would have the chance to catch up on everything that had transpired. To her surprise a man with short blond hair stood in the dark hallway of the rink as she made her way to the building's exit. She would recognize the back of his head and his posture anywhere.
"I've been waiting for you," he said simply, turning to face her.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, her voice a mixture of anger and confusion. He slowly walked toward her, moving closer and closer until they were face to face.
"Good afternoon Agent Bristow," he started. Suddenly the tone of his voice changed and he tightly wrapped his arms around her torso. His muscular chest pressed against her, causing her to gasp. "Sydney... I have an offer for you. One that I'm sure you can't refuse." His voice was soft, yet so seductive. It was like the waves of the ocean, undulating and pulsating, accentuating the words you and sure. Sydney's breaths were short and raspy. Her heart was pounding in her head as he continued his torment. Sark lowered his head to her neck placing his lips on it. His touch was like a feather, teasing yet pleasurable. Just as he slid her tongue out of his mouth, the firm grip of her hands on his shoulders stopped him.
"What are you doing?" asked Sydney sharply, finally recovering from the initial shock of his actions. Sark simply laughed and pushed her away.
"You could have had me if you wanted... but I think you'd rather have something, or rather someONE else," he finally said.
"And who would that be?" she replied, skeptically. Sark turned away, chuckling softly, still wearing a cat-like smile on his face.
"Michael Vaughn." He slowly paced in a small circle waiting for her to respond. However, she said nothing, so he continued. "I know how hard things have been since your return, Sydney. You're still hopelessly in love with him. The problem is... you can't have him because he's with Lauren. That's where I come in. You see, I have a thing for her. So here's the deal ..."
"I would never help anyone do something like that!" she interrupted, knowing exactly what he wanted her to do. His eyes narrowed into slits. No one spoke to him like that and got away with it. He was the one that called the shots. He had done it to her before when interfering with one of her missions, and this time would be no different. Noticing the anger in her eyes, Sark calmed himself and quickly changed his expression to one that was more soft, innocent, and almost sad.
"Sydney... can you see what your life will be like without Vaughn? Look down the road to his wedding day..." his voice trailed off as he took stock of her emotions. Almost instantly her fury seemed to vanish and her defenses sapped of their strength. 'Right where I want her,' he thought to himself with a wicked smile.
"You walk down the aisle and see him standing before you. Never has he looked so handsome, is what you think as you walk toward him. Yet instead of taking your hand, he reaches for someone else. As you turn to see where he is going, you see him going to Lauren. As time passes you only realize how much more you've lost..."
Sydney turned her back to him, trying to hide her feelings. Sark was right. It would hurt. "Look at me, Sydney," he commanded, whirling her around and looking straight at her. She continued to avert his gaze as tears began to form in her eyes. He moved closer to her, gently embracing her. She stood motionless, trying to ignore him, yet she heard every word he said. "Can you see it? Can you see what will happen if you do not help me? Can you feel it? Can you feel the misery of a future without Vaughn?" Sydney remained in her daze. She tried to pull away from him, but felt as if her feet were cemented in place. He stroked her face and whispered, "Another five years into the future, Lauren gives birth to a child...his..." She choked back another sob, his words tearing into her heart. She wanted it so bad... Sark stepped away from Sydney, a triumphant smile on his face. He knew she had cracked.
"I..."she began, finally speaking. "I w..."
"Go on, say it," he gently prodded.
She paused again, to steady herself, her voice now stronger. "I won't do it. I could never hurt Vaughn like this. If he wants to be with someone else, than so be it. I can live with the pain, but I could never live with myself for helping a snake like you."
Sark was shocked. He had been positive he had her. However, his awe turned to anger. "Fine... then I'll do it myself, but mark my words. You'll regret this every time you see him with Lauren!" he spat before storming out of the deserted rink.
Sydney collapsed to her knees, now letting the tears fall freely. "Vaughn, I will keep that promise," she whispered, as she buried her face in her hands.