Disclaimer: I'm running out of disclaimer ideas. I don't own Alias.
A/N: A little (obvious) hint. This story will not follow the latest storyline of Alias. So, watch out for little subtle hints from now on.
Desire and Obligation
***A while earlier***
She snuck into the room looking for something, anything.
"I know you aren't who you say you are, Thorne." she spat. Glancing around she found a CD Player on the ground.
"Yes." she whispered. Activating it, the compartment opened and she grabbed what was left in the box.
"I knew it." she muttered.
Suddenly, the door opened and Lauren attempted to hide. It was too late, however. Someone, dressed in all black, entered the room and muttered, "you know too much." with that they pulled out their gun and shot and killed Lauren.
They glanced at Lauren's collapsed body on the ground and looked around for something to hide the evidence.
***Sark's POV***
Sark began to kiss Sydney as they made their way to her hotel room. When she moved to get her key card out of her pocket however, pictures fell out.
"What the bloody hell is this?" Sark asked, picking up pictures of them together.
"Why don't you tell me, they were in your hotel room." Sydney retorted.
"Well they're not mine and I don't see why you would think so." Sark argued.
"Really, that's such a great defense, 'they're not yours'. Then who else's could they be?" Sydney asked. Certainly not Emily's."
"Emily." Sark stated again. "It could be, think about this, what kind of woman doesn't recognize a stranger when he's posing as her husband?"
"Maybe she's crazy or maybe you're right." Sydney theorized. "If it's true, then you need to stay away from your hotel room."
"is that an invitation?" Sark asked smirking.
"On one condition. You have to give me some information about the operation. I need something to take back with me when I go back in 2 days." she told him.
"all right, save the fun for some other day." he joked. Sydney smiled at him, opening the door.
"what?" he asked.
"You look so cuter when you say that. And I agree with you." Sydney informed him.
"So do you want the front of the bed by the door of the back by the window?" Sark asked sitting on the bed and putting his hands behind his head.
"Front… back, you can call it whatever you want I'm still not having sex with you tonight." Sydney told him.
"Notice how you said 'tonight'. All right, I'll wait." Sark told her, patting to the other side of the bed. "Take a seat, it'll be awhile."
***Stranger's POV***
They spied a trash bag near the corner of the room and hurried to get it. Trash already occupied the bag and for this they were grateful. Shoving the blonde in they used the trash the cover her up.
***Sydney's POV***
Sydney smiled and laid on the bed next to Sark while he told her some information.
"Oh screw this!" she shouted in the middle of Sark's explanation. She began kissing him and ripping off his shirt.
***Guy who knows all's POV***
"So, this is how you extract information from people. Seems fun. I hope you are not double- crossing me, or you will be screwed." the man spoke out loud.
***Stranger's POV***
They dragged the bag to the door before they covered up all remaining evidence of them or Lauren being here.
***Sydney's POV***
She rained his face with kisses as he undid her shirt and peeled off her now dry pants. Sark began kissing down her stomach with Sydney arms wrapped around him. He was unclasping her bra when a beeping sound emitted from Sark.
"Crap" he muttered. "I gotta go meet the Covenant."
"Screw the Covenant." Sydney persisted.
"I thought that's what I do with you." he joked getting up.
Sydney groaned frustrated and crossed her arms muttering, the Covenant blows."
Sark by now had his shirt back on and was fixing his hair. He sat back on the bed and embraced Sydney.
"It'll only be for a little while more luv." he told her.
She whirled around to meet his eyes. "But, I never see you anymore. As soon as this assignment is over, god knows when we'll see each other again." she complained.
He cupped her face and kissed her. "We'll find a way. We always do."
Sydney licked her lips and kissed Sark again. "Promise?"
"Promise. I gotta go, before they send someone out to look for me. I just gotta go back to my hotel room to get my cell. I'll be back a.s.a.p., ok?" With one last kiss Sark hurried out of the room.
Sydney rolled her eyes and sighed as put back on her clothes and sat on the bed, tears beginning to fall down her cheeks. The Covenant would pull them apart one day if they werent stopped soon. She was sure of it.
***Stranger's POV***
They stood around checking one last time before their phone rang.
"This is Throne, yes, it's done. Correct." And with that they hung up, now dressed in ordinary clothes, most likely to blend in.
***Sark's POV***
He hurried up to his room, knowing the Covenant would be calling him soon. He placed his hand on the doorknob and began to turn it.
***Stranger's POV***
They turned as they heard the doorknob turning and froze.
***Sark's POV***
He pushed open the door and walked inside still not having seen the person yet. Glancing up, Sark spotted the intruder.
"Oh, bonjour Emily." he greeted going up to kiss his supposed wife.
She smiled as he did this.
"Bonjour sweetie." she echoed. "You forgot your phone. Here it is." she handed him the phone she had had in her hand and Sark thanks her, walking out of the room.
"I have a meeting. I'm sorry, be back later." he told her stepping out of the room. He had only walked down a few floors when suddenly he was pushed up against a wall.
"I'm not loosing you." Sydney yelled kissing Sark. "tell me you love me."
"Unmm, Sydney." he spoke and tried to hint to look behind her.
"please?" she begged a tears falling down her cheek.
The Covenant of Sydney, the Covenant or Sydney, the Cov- Sark thought before raining Sydney faces with kisses. Sydney started to peel off Sark's shirt when someone cleared their throat.
"What are you doing?" someone asked.
Sydney froze and back away from Sark.
"Did I come at a bad time?" a brunette guy asked, dressed in a suit. "Or perhaps I wrote down the wrong date, because if I didn't know better we had a meeting now."
Sydney reached behind her head, "uh, sorry, I got carried away. I'm gonna go now. Bye."
Sark watched Sydney hurry down the staircase before returning his attention to the man.
"so, Henre, nice mistress you have there. Is she kinky?" the man asked.
Sark stared blankly at the man.
"I see. So, shall we get going?' he asked with an extended hand to a door no more than 3 feet form Sark. The brunette was extremely skinny and small in figure. He walked in small careful step and every couple of steps he glanced around, as if afraid.
They walked into a dark room, lit by only on ceiling light. He ushered Sark to a folding chair and he sat in another. A wooden table filled the space between them and wine was immediately brought to them.
Sark stared at the glass, unsure if it was drugged.
"What's the matter, you don't drink anymore?" the man laughed.
"What's the year and brand?" Sark asked stalling.
"I would think a man of your rank and intelligence would be able to tell using technique acquired from experience." the man sneered.
"why don't you cut through all this bullshit and tell me why I'm really here." Sark told him, leaning even closer over the table.
"Ok, why don't you tell me why your girlfriend's CIA." the man ordered.
A/N: Sorry, about the diluted Sarkney loving but I was talking to my beta and we came up with this. Ok, I'll put more in. Read and Review and put your two cents in.