Fool Me Once
Ch.1
Disclaimer: I do not own ALIAS, or "Jessie's Girl." Rick Springfield probably owns that... but it's still a cool song... or "Whistle While You Work." That's a Disney thing I don't want to touch.
A/N: Sequel to "The Ability to Play"
Previously on "The Ability to Play":
Sark and Sydney broke up, Vaughn was saved from the imprisoned CIA safe house by Weiss and a team of operatives, Lauren is in ICU in Paris...
Sark stared through the window at Lauren, who was in a coma, just... laying there, not moving, machines all around her, beeping, beeping, always beeping.
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Vaughn had signed all of the divorce papers, and was just waiting for Lauren to either snap out of her coma or die. Part of him wanted her to die, but the other, more humanitarian part of him, wanted her alive, moving, thinking for herself.
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Sydney was happy. Very happy. She and Vaughn, someone she believed to be her soul mate, were getting back together, Lauren was on the verge of death... her nemesis, foe, and all that other stuff and Sark... that was the only sore part of the deal-she had left Sark to be with Vaughn-exclusively.
But Sark was the bad guy, right? So it didn't matter. It wouldn't have worked out, anyway. They were on different sides of the law. He was the villain, the law breaker, the terrorist who she spent her time fighting, destroying, making the world a better place. Yeah, that's what she thought when she was working at SD-6, too. But all of that was behind her-the relationship with the bad guy. Now all she had to do was beat him-destroy him, make the world safe from him. Not just Sark, though, the Covenant, and any other terrorist group that decided to pop up and give her job purpose. Yeah, that's what she lived for-to beat the bad guy. And maybe find the love of her life. But she had that in Vaughn. Right?
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"Paris is hell when you're by yourself. I should know-I'm always there by myself. Always. But then I get back to LA... and everything is numbed. Numbed. That's an interesting word choice. I'm always numb. Now especially. Lauren in ICU... in Paris. Why'd it have to be Paris? City of lovers and all that rubbish... Sydney back in LA... with Vaughn. What does she see in him, anyway? What? The guy's an idiot! I hate Paris." Sark stared at himself in the mirror of the hotel bathroom. "Oh great, now I'm talking to myself... just perfect."
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"You're a psycho." Weiss remarked. "Your father's an illogical murderer, and your boyfriend's ass deep in lovers."
"What the fuck are you talking about Weiss?" Sydney asked.
"I'm talking about the fact that you are in love with a terrorist, and Vaughn, who's still married and his wife is in ICU, in Paris, where your other boyfriend is, and your father wants to kill everyone and everything that moves." Weiss replied.
"He does not." Sydney said. "Does he?"
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"Whistle While You Work" is not the most comforting thing to hum while you are deciding if you want to finish up your mission to kill your wife. It's rather strange, actually, and might make you wonder if you've become immune to killing people with remorse. Surely, if you're the good guy, you don't like killing people, especially your wife. Even if she did betray you and your country, lie to you and that the Central Intelligence Agency, and who knows what else. (Well, that's what you get for marrying a British woman...)
"Didn't Lauren's mom have an American-y feel to her? Did she have an accent? Her dad was pure American. I think her mom was, too. So how in the world did she get a British accent? Unless you spend a whole hell of a lot of time transatlantic... but did she? Did she spend her entire adult life, minus the years we were dating and married, in England? Did she? Oh well. Not my problem anymore." Vaughn shrugged, and resumed humming his chosen song.
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"Jessie is a friend
And yeah I know he's been a good friend of mine
But lately something's changed,
It ain't hard to define
Jessie's got himself a girl and I wanna make her mine"
Vaughn was never really Sark's friend, so that was an uncontroversial point, but Sark did want to make Sydney his, so what the hell, the perfect song to match his mood.
"Cause she's watchin' him with those eyes,
And she's lovin' him with that body, I just know it
And he's holding her in his arms late, late at night...
You know I wish that I had Jessie's girl/come on come on Jessie's girl
Why can't I find a woman like that?"
The only problem Sark had with that stanza, mainly just that last line, was that he had found a woman like that, but she had left him for some stupid CIA agent. If nice guys finish last, then how come Sark felt like Vaughn was winning?
"I'll play along with the charade
There doesn't seem to be a reason to change
You know I feel so dirty when they start talking cute,
I wanna tell her that I love her but the point is prob'ly moot"
Sark didn't feel dirty when they started talking cute-he felt enraged. And why was he listening to them talking cute, anyway? It was none of his business. Yeah right.
"Cause she's... woman like that?
And I'm lookin' in the mirror all the time,
Wonderin' what she don't see in me...
A/N: I skipped a few lines cause I don't know what they are- so they're probably crucial to the rest of the song>
Isn't that the way love's suppose to be?"
"Maybe I should join a monastery." Sark thought before drifting off to sleep.