A/N:I own nothing except for the plot
Pairing: Sark/Sydneywithreference to Sydney/Vaughn
Dark Parallel's: Chapter one
Have you ever had a perfect moment? One simple moment in your life where your mind ceases to think, your eyes cease to see and your ears cease to hear? A moment where all you can do is feel a blinding warmth that surrounds you in its entirety? Me neither.
My name is Sydney Bristow. I'm an agent of the C.I.A and… well you know the rest. I thought that I would feel some sort of resolve, some form of completion after SD-6 was destroyed. Don't get me wrong, a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders but not even my new relationship with Vaughn can fill the void that I've suppressed. I try not to acknowledge it's existence, but it's still there; This little pit of darkness and despair that keeps on crying out for a blackness that could match it's own. I never had a clue that a match actually existed.
"Oh, Ms. Bristow, this is a pleasure." Came the softly accented and highly calm voice that could only belong to one person.
"Sark." I replied in an annoyed tone. What was it with this man and showing up at the exact wrong moments?
"Are you here for the chip as well, or may I assume this is a pleasure trip?" He was smirking and his tone dripped with sarcasm. It was more than obvious that we had both been sent after 47th parallel chip. The chip would supply the owner with the exact whereabouts of another important Rambaldi artifact, and due to the fact that the C.I.A was already far behind in their total number of artifacts, it was absolutely crucial that I obtain this one before Sark.
"You of all people should know that it is always business in our field of work." I had to be very careful not to disclose too much in case someone overheard me in the streams of people that were now freely flowing back and fourth at the large London train station.
"Then the best of luck to you Sydney." He gave a quick nod before heading off in the direction of the chip. I quickly flipped the small switch for the hidden microphone that resided in the small silver locket draped casually around my neck.
"Vaughn." I said hurriedly "Sark's here and he heading for the chip, I think I can get there first but I'll need extraction."
"Leave through the left wing corridor there's an exit at the end of the hall, We'll have a team waiting." Vaughn's gentle voice always had a soothing effect on me, no matter how terrible the situation I always felt like he had faith that I would succeed…even if I didn't. "…And Syd, be careful." I smiled to myself and said a quick 'I will' before turning off the microphone and running to catch up with Sark.
It didn't take me long to find the right room. My wristwatch had a body sensor and I merely had to look and find the room inhabited by Sark to find the safe and the chip it contained. I opened the door quietly and as I entered I saw Sark standing over the safe. He had a small computer in his left hand that was no doubt being used to decode the lock sequence. I took my gun out of my purse, I readied it and aimed it at the back of his head.
"Get on the ground with your hands over your head!" I yelled, my hands not wavering from the trigger as I inched forward to the now grounded form.
"We're not as different as you would like to believe Sydney." He stated calmly, not even flinching as I put the Barrel of my gun against the back of his head.
"We are nothing alike you son of a bitch!" I replied my voice trembling with rage. I looked down at the sequence decoder, only one number left.
"Death of a parent, death of a lover, a hatred of the world that can't be extinguished, a bottomless pit inside that refuses to remove itself, we share all those and more Sydney." His voice was void of the sarcasm that always seemed to accompany his words and had been replaced with a sort of deadly calm.
"You've killed people!" I practically shrieked. The last number finally clicked into place. He turned his head slightly.
"So have you." He replied in the same calm tone. When he said this I struck him as hard as I could with my gun. He fell to the ground and didn't move. I wasted no time in retrieving the chip from the safe. Once it was removed I quickly put it in my purse and headed for the door. I took one last look at Sark's unconscious form that still lay unmoving on the cold cement floor, before quickly heading to the black van that stood waiting behind the exit of the left wing corridor.
Vaughn was sitting with Weiss at the back of the van as I hopped inside. They were both smiling.
"I got the chip." I said smiling back at them with a rather puzzled look. Vaughn was the first to speak.
"We sent a team in after you didn't respond…we got Sark."
A/N:Stay tuned for chapter two which will hopefull be up pretty soon. Please R&R. This is my first Alias fic and I hope you guys like it.