Pheromones
by : Dru
Chapter 7
Disclaimer : Don't own a thing you'd want, so please don't sue.
Words : 2478
Lyrics : Gone - Kelly Clarkson - Breakaway
A/N : A re-write of some of Resurrection (ep. 22 of ses. 3). Don't use the whole ep. It's in both this chapter and chapter 8. I use like 95 of the actual dialogue from the ep. So not much change there, but some. So, please read and review.
Dru, 05:58 AM. June 19th, 2005
27.09.2005 : Just to warn you, that later on this fic can get kinda silly and stuff. Since lately I've been writing more kinda well, silly stuff and such. I'm just writing what i write, hehe. It's silly sometimes and sometimes it's not. Also there's a lot of swearing done in this chapter and probably future chapters. I usually post it at first and I totally forgot to post like 5 chapters here. So sorry. Hope you like it.
--What you see is not what you get
With you there's just no measurement
no way to tell what's real from what isn't there
You're eyes they sparkle
That's all changed into lies that dropped like acid rain--
(This is a flashback.)
"So, what are you going to name her?" Lauren asked a newly returned Syd, about the adorable little black kitten in her lap. Not that Lauren knew that, since she was not even in the U.S. Sydney lived next to Weiss, wouldn't he think it was weird to see someone like Lauren in Sydney's apartment and not a gun in sight.
"I don't know. Maybe Just something like Kat or something." Syd told her, and lifted the kitty up. Holding the cell phone between her shoulder and head.
"She's so cute. Can you believe he gave her to me? I come home and there Kat is, sleeping on the sofa with a note attached to her collar. That's the sweetest thing he's ever done. Well, among the sweetest." Sydney told her, as she watched the kitten rub up against her feet and purring.
"But who's going to take care of her while your gone?" Lauren asked her, as the kitten jumped up on the sofa and started to stretch.
"Weiss, he lives next door. He wouldn't mind, but that wouldn't work if he's on a mission with me. I don't know. I'll figure it out. He thinks I got it myself." She told Lauren, as the kitty started to hunt this fly that came in from an open window in the living room.
"But what happens when you need to leave? And I mean like leave and never come back. It might be closer than you think, maybe. You never know." Lauren told her.
"I don't know." Sydney told her friend, she had no idea. Well, she defiantly was not just going to leave Kat behind. No way in hell.
(Now back to the "present" time.)
"Good evening, Ms. Bristow." The secretary told Sydney, as she put on her ID-badge. She just smiled, as she threw away some stuff in a garbage can there. Then she gets buzzed in and on her way to Marshall's tech emporium as he had once called it, she leaves all kinds of things all over the rotunda. Like cell phone at Vaughn's desk.
"I'm in. Patching into the feed now." Sydney told Sark, when she got there and took out what she needed from her bag, who was at the other end of the comm. So, maybe it didn't make sense that she was stealing something she could just ask for. But that was just something that would maybe look a bit suspicious.
"Good luck, but I must say that I do hope that you're discovered. That way I get to blow up you boyscouts work place." Sark told her, into the comm from where he sat in his very sporty car.
"If this works, I'll happily make your sick little fantasy come true. Uploading Rambaldi's equation now." She told him, trying not to smile. He could be such a prick. She looked up and saw Marshall enter.
Well, fuck.
"Oh, hey Syd. Uh, listen, have you seen a USB key with a Speed Racer logo on it? Any... Oh, it happens to have every single picture we've ever taken of Mitchell on it, and well, I brought it in here to make duplicates, and of course, the genius that I am, I forgot to make a backup copy. I'll tell you something, Carrie's going to kill me if I don't find it." Marshall told her, freaking himself out. If only she could laugh, but well, what could she say. She was a bitch.
"Found it! Left it in here when I was doing the keyboard thing earlier. It's a good thing I found it because Carrie would probably divorce me if I... I'd probably divorce myself in the process, you know?" He told her, as he started to leave, with the speed racer USB in his pocket. But fuck, then he noticed the computer screen.
"Why are you downloading the equation?" He asked her, as she had a hand in her bag and suddenly she shot him in the stomach.
That shocked him. She just shot him. Sydney, who was so dear to him, just shot him like she didn't feel a thing. He lay on the floor, bleeding to death. She didn't look like she cared one bit.
"I have it. Corrupting the database now." She told him, as she stood up and started to leave. What she didn't notice was Marshall crawling to the desk and pushing an emergency button that was under it. "Activate countermeasures now." She told him, as she heard the bell.
"Head down, love." He told her, as he started to blow up all the things she had planted on her way in.Vaughn saw Sydney going for the exit. Which didn't make much sense to him, so he calls after her "Sydney!" but at just that time a place near him blows up. But he doesn't seem to get hurt, so he still runs after her.
"Keep moving. You have a clear path for the exit." Sark told her, as she hurried towards a exit. Trying to shake Michael Vaughn.
"Syd, wait!" Vaughn shouted after her, but she just kept on walking. What was wrong with her. Why didn't she stop? This wasn't her fault, was it?
Vaughn walked into an empty corridor that had an exit at the end. Had she already walked out? But it's then when he's knocked out from behind with a pipe she had found laying there. That was just weird, what was it doing there?
When she was out of the building and all, she went out onto the street. Pretending to have hurt her arm and surprise, got a car to stop. But when the driver asked her if she was okay, she just shoots him in the head and pushes him away so she can drive.
Then later when she returns, because it would be pretty weird if she didn't, and is called into an interrogation room. She waits for a while and then some guy enters.
"The name's Hank Foster, Counter intelligence, threat analysis." This annoying looking brunette in a suit told her. Of course, they had all seen her. But no one aside from Marshall had heard her voice. He was still probably still in no shape to talk.
"What am I doing here, Mr. Foster?" She asked him, looking annoyed and frustrated as if she didn't know what had happened earlier that night.
"At 7:22 this evening, you were logged in at the safe-house where Nadia Santos is being held. Is that accurate?" He asked her, and that was true, really. Well, half-true because it had been her to Nadia and everybody, but it hadn't been her either since it was Lauren masked as her.
"It was around dinner. I brought her a sandwich." Sydney told him, like she couldn't believe that he was questioning where she had been. The shock.
"Where were you before that?" He asked her, and she really, really wanted to just damn tell him where the heck she had been but of course she doesn't.
"Buying her the sandwich. What is this?" She tells him, like it's so obvious. Which it probably was, I mean where else would she get the sandwich if she didn't make it?
"At 6:12 tonight the Rotunda was compromised." Forest guy tells her, and she lets shock appear on her face. Really? Oh, my god. That's news to me. Wish I could sound sarcastic in my head, I bet Julian does.
"What? How is that..." She asked him, after her little pondering in her head. Probably wouldn't look good if she didn't react to it all sad, so she did the best she could.
"You tell me." He told her, as he pushes the laptop towards her. She takes it, puts it on her lap and presses play. Interesting to see yourself like that. It's her shooting Marshall. Poor him, she did like him. He was adorable, but well, it had to be done.
"Oh my God. Is he okay? Was anyone killed?" She asked him, as she looked at him. She looked worried about her co-worker/friend.
"It would do you good if you had an alibi." He only told her, and Sydney thought this man was such a son of a bitch. Who knows, maybe she was seriously concerned for Marshall's condition or someone elses. Ass.
"Last time we were together, our roles were reversed. Funny how things happen." Vaughn told a handcuffed-to-the-chair Sark.
"I'm afraid the irony is lost on me." He told the fucking boyscout. No matter what he would say the idiot would still hurt him after all.
"You like the electric batons and the injections. I'm not into accessories." Vaughn told him, being all what he probably thought was intimidating, but actually Sark just wanted to yawn.
"I'm more than willing to co-operate, Mr. Vaughn. I will tell you everything you want, but I will need something in return." Sark told him, because that was probably what agent bore was expecting.
"No deals!" Vaughn almost spat out.
"Well then it seems we're at an impasse. I assure you, it won't take Lauren long to solve Rambaldi's equation." Sark told Vaughn, but thought : Won't take Lauren & Sydney long to solve.
"Well, better get started then. Where's Lauren Reed?" He asked Sark, before slamming Sark's face into the metal table. Great! Was that the only thing he did?
Bloody fucking hell! Damn it, why did he have to do that...again. Jesus, do something else for crying out loud. Is what went through Sark's head after that. And the fact that his nose was going hurt for days.
"I understand your suspicion, but we both know whatever was taken, I probably have access to it. And if Marshall had it, I could have just asked him." Sydney told the Forest (or was it Forester or Foster? She didn't care.) guy, getting really bored.
"It was a covenant raid. They got the Rambaldi equation. We apprehended Julian Sark." He told her, and she just first thought why he didn't say that in the first place and second : FUCK! He got himself caught? Argh. Stupid...
"I think I broke it." Vaughn told Sark, as he pressed on Sark's nose and Sark winced. Come on, he's human. It's hurts. Not that he was going to tell him or anyone.
"Clearly." He only said to the son of a bitch. Who knew he had it in him? Last time was kinda him proving to Syd that he was all a big man and could also do stuff without screwing up. Well, he did have two guns pointed him, Sark couldn't do a damn thing about it.
"You ready to talk?" Vaughn asked him, as he just paced around the room making Sark more and more agitated. Would this guy just sit down and be done with it!
"Yes. When I first learned of your wife's true allegiance, I almost felt pity for you. How embarrassing it must have been to learn that the women you shared your bed with were only using you as an unfortunate means to an end." Sark told Vaughn, he so got a kick out of that. But he was pretty sure that Vaughn hadn't been listening that well or he would have heard him talk about someone beside Lauren.
"I wouldn't do this if I were you." Vaughn told him, as he took out the handcuff-keys and started to uncuff one of Sark's hands. He twisted it slightly back.
"But then, she wasn't sharing your bed lately, was she?" He told him, smirking as Vaughn twisted his arm some more and he didn't even know that Sark was talking about Syd right now. "I remember this one time -- this is my favourite -- we were engaged in an alley, and she called you to tell you she loved you." That was truly was one of his favourites with Sydney. It was before her two year vacation and she had just started to 'date' agent Bore. "Those women are deliciously filthy." He just had to say that, not like Vaughn would notice anyways.
"Feels like a knife slicing through you, doesn't it? Where is she?" Vaughn asked him before breaking his arm. FUCKING PRICK!
"Lauren Reed was working for the Covenant the entire time she was NSC liaison. Her codes have been revoked, but she would still know our security protocols. This is the person you're looking for." Sydney told the foster/forest/forester guy. She was totally framing lauren, but had been the plan the whole time. Lauren even suggested it, for some reason, which made Sydney laugh until she realised Lauren was serious.
(This flashes back to the end of chapter 2.)
"She was joking, right?" Lauren asked him, laughter in her eyes. Maybe Sydney wasn't such a bitch. "If she wasn't, I'm compleatly fine with that, too." She told him, as she looked Sark over. For a few minutes after that and Syd had gone upstairs, there was no talking.
"So ... umh, I thought she was dead. Was she...here the whole time?" Lauren asked, back to awkward. She just looked around the hallway they were in. It looked pretty cosy and like someone actually lived there, probably because someone had been. Femine touches here and there, personal ones too. Was that a picture of them in a forest?
"Well, yes. You should know better than to think she was dead. Really? But you still haven't told 'us' why you cam here. Though I could guess." he told her, smirking, but mostly what she heard louder than anything of it was the 'us'. But before she could joke about it or something Syd came back.
She was looking pretty perky. She was wearing a dark olive green sweater and some black pants. Hair kinda more wavy than before.
"So you married Vaughn? Good luck with that." Syd told Lauren, after she put her bag by the door and kissed Sark. Her mom had told her, not that Sydney was upset or anything, also she knew that Lauren was just following Syd's mom's footsteps.
"Thanks. So, are you going somewhere?" Lauren asked her, though it was pretty obvious.
"Yeah, Hong Kong. Vacation over. Well, semi-vacation. Need to get back to work. Take care, Julian. See you in a few weeks or months. Take care, Lauren. Nice to see you again." Sydney said, as she hugged and kissed Sark yet again, and then waves to Lauren on her way to the front door.
To Be Continued...
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