Disclaimer: I don't own Alias or any of the characters (sadly). J.J.Abrams and Bad Robot etc own all of the characters.
A/N: Ok, this is only my second Alias fic so, be nice. This fic is set after S3E22 (season three finale).Also, of course Sark has escaped from CIA custody and of course wants to annoy Sydney. Syd, however is not in the mood for his games after she learns of her father's betrayal (I'm not sure who else was involved but I'm going to say Dixon, Vaughn and Marshall knew (yes I know that is completely insane but, hey it's my world!) Now, I can't really call it an A/U because it really might happen (in my imagination!). Ok, I'm going to stop rambling now and get on with the story.
It was still early, only 10:30, but Sydney was tired. After coming back from Wittenberg yesterday, she had gone straight home, packed a bag and gone to a four star Hotel in the centre of Los Angeles. Where better to hide than under your enemy's feet? And that's who they were now. Her enemy. Dixon had known. That was a sting in the tail. She had pretty much forgiven him for knowing where she was during her missing two years and not telling her but this was just too much. Marshall as well. That was just unbelievable. Nevertheless, the worst betrayal (not counting her father's of course), was Vaughn's. Apparently, he knew as well. However, as it was Lauren who told Sydney about the box, she could only assume that they were in it together. Not exactly something she wanted to be thinking, but hey, what else could she do? Let's make a list she thought. Make a list of all the people who had ever betrayed her or shattered her beliefs. Hmmmmm she thought. After ten minutes, the list was this:
Jack (Jonathan) Bristow,
Irina Derevko,
Katya Derevko,
Michael Vaughn,
Arvin Sloane,
Marcus Dixon,
Marshall Finkman,
Noah Hicks,
Lauren Reed,
Allison Doren...the list went on.
She couldn't decide whether to put Sark on the list or not. It was ironic actually, the one person she could count on to be unpredictable and a cocky bastard was the one person who had never really made anything personal. It was all business for him. He simply wanted what was coming to him, what he deserved. He wasn't interested in what she thought or felt. Not interested in what anyone thought or felt. That was what made him strong. What made him stronger then her. He knew that eventually everyone will betray you. He had made himself cool, calm, and unfeeling and because of that, he knew what to expect from everyone. That was the reason he always won their fights. That was why he didn't care about physical torture until he knew that his tormentor was ready to go to the limits. That was the reason he gave Lauren up to Vaughn. Because he didn't care. I should be like that she thought. I should be calm and cool and never lose a fight she realised.
Suddenly she stopped. She didn't move, didn't dare breathe. Sometimes it's good to have creaking floorboards outside your hotel room she thought with a smirk. The creaking was only light thought, so we were either looking for a very light person or some one who treads lightly in case of creaking floorboards. In other words, an agent who is trying to sneak up on someone.
She quietly switched out her bedside lamp, good thing I opted not to have the "clapping lights" she thought, lay down completely and slowly reached for the Glock underneath her pillow. Any agent that thinks they can sneak up on me an not have to deal with the consequences is quite the idiot she thought with sudden clarity
No matter who was behind the door, they were probably someone she didn't want to see. Nevertheless, she didn't think the CIA had found her yet.
The door opened slowly, and she could see blonde locks illuminated by the light in the hallway. Before she could even register her shock he switched on the lights and had his gun trained on her.
"Sydney, good. I've searched many hotels to find you." He says with the slightly wiser British accent.
"And why the hell are you looking for me?" she demands irately. "The CIA and everything that went with my old life is now gone. Erased. I don't care anymore, Sark. That part of my life is over!" she screams wrathfully.
"I'm fully aware of that, Miss Bristow, but you are still the Chosen One. You cannot escape your life just because your sainted Boy Scout and your father and everyone else who you thought loved you betrayed you. Running away from them won't make the pain they caused go away." he tries to rationalise with her.
"Oh, yes and I'm sure you know exactly how I feel do you?!? Well, let me tell you something Sark, you don't have a damn clue how I feel!! You do not know what it feels like to think you know someone, and to think that you can trust them with your life. To think that if you ever need help that they'll be there to help you. Then to find out that they were the ones who put you in that position in the first place and to know that your whole world has been torn apart. I suppose you know exactly how that feels do you?" she asked sceptically."
"No, I don't. But that doesn't mean I don't know how you feel at the moment." He said, still able to maintain control over his anger. It was ironic, in a way. The one time he came here to help, not hurt her and he had upset her more than ever.
"Oh, really? And how, exactly do I feel, Sark?" She demanded, still with the energy to be angry.
"You feel like everything you've ever believed in was a lie, and that there's no point living anymore as you have nothing to live for. Am I right?" He asked without the usual smirk of condescension.
"So what if you are? It still doesn't change a thing between us, or my decision." She said with simplicity.
"Who said anything about changing things between us? Although I still think we'd make an excellent duo and you should come and work with me." With that comment, the cocky smirk came back. She saw only a flicker of it, but she saw it. He then holstered his gun, no longer seeing her as a threat.
She was about to turn down his offer without thinking about it, but something stopped her. Some deep need for revenge that lay buried deep inside her core, her soul.
"And I suppose if we were partners we'd also be lovers too, right?" she asked, sounding slightly amused.
"It's up to you how far our relationship goes, but I'd be lying if I said the chance of having you in my bed didn't entice me." He said with the smirk now firmly back in it's rightful place. "So, what's it going to be?" he asked with a light smile.
"Ok, Sark. I'll work with you. On one condition." She stated calmly.
"And what's your condition?" he asks curiously.
"The first chance we get to do serious damage to the CIA, we take it." She looks at him with a question in her eyes.
He smiles, and she knows she'll get her revenge. She returns the smile, and he, with a look that says 'This is going to be fun' stands up. Not wanting to give him the advantage of height, she does the same.
With his eyes clearly roaming up and down her body she says
"Yes, it is" and kisses him.
The kiss is passionate, full of anger and unbearable lust. He immediately reaches behind her and holds her at the small of her back to keep her in place. She couldn't move even if she'd wanted to. And she didn't. She reached up behind his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. As she opened her mouth to speak, as he didn't want her to stop or spoil this moment, he took the opportunity to shove his tongue in her mouth. Strangely, she didn't resist, but met fire with fire and explored his own mouth with her tongue. Eventually, they pulled back.
"I was going to have you move to a different hotel, but I think it might better suit my purpose if you come with me" he said with a devilish smile. "Pack your bags" he said.
"I'm enjoying this partnership already" she said with a scheming smile.
"I must say, your disguise, it addresses a certain proclivity of mine." Sorry, just had to add that onto the end. Does anyone recognise the quote? Any Sark lovers should!
Ok, plz RR! I REALLY want to know what you think. Also, does anyone know who that quote came from? Who it was to? What it was about? Plz, plz, plz RR. Come on, all you have to do is click on that little button and write a few words. Its worth it to make me happy. Plz????? RR plz!