Title: Stockholm (temporarily, until a better one comes along)

Author: Christina

Email: miss_scarlett89@hotmail.com

Rating: PG to PG-13 . . .  because I'm a bit young to be writing smut : )

Feedback: I would love nothing more than to have a whole page of reviews.

Summary: Mid-ep to post-Telling. Sark's POV.

'Ship: 2% chance of slight Sarkney eventually.

Distribution: Just ask.

Disclaimer: I don't own Alias or any of its characters. I am only a fourteen-year-old girl with nothing to do and no money because I have spent it all on the first season DVD.

STOCKHOLM, SWEDEN

Sark makes his way through the crowded club. He has business here, but of a more casual type, and his clothing reflects this- blue shirt, grey jacket and jeans.

He spots Ferguson sitting alone in the middle of the room, waiting. He strides over, and Ferguson rises to meet him. They shake hands. "Mr. Williams, correct?"

Sark nods. "And Mr. Ferguson." They take seats. Ferguson begins.

"So I understand you represent Veller and Michaels, Inc."

"Also correct. The head of our branch is interested in expanding its land-"

"Freeze!"

"Freeze!"

Sark barely has time to glimpse the face of Michael Vaughn before his head is slammed into the glass table. He is jerked back up, and sees the CIA agent pointing his gun at him.

"See," he snarls. "When I have a gun trained on you, I don't just pull the trigger."

Sark senses his nose bleeding. His head is throbbing. And Michael Vaughn is the last person he wants to see right now- apart from a blonde Sydney Bristow, standing next to Vaughn and pointing her gun at a bewildered Ferguson. "Thank you," Sark gasps out.

He hadn't meant to sound so- slam.

"You're welcome," Vaughn returns. Sark's head throbs harder.

"Where the hell is my father?" Sydney asks, her voice sharp.

Act desperate, Sark tells himself, but not too desperate. Only what they need to know.

"Not a problem," he says, breathing heavily. "My loyalties are flexible. Sloane . . . and your father . . . are in Mexico City."

He sees Vaughn and Sydney exchange glances, no doubt wondering why he gave up so easily.  Well, they'll understand soon enough.

He is slightly disappointed. He would have liked to have made that deal.