Title: Circus Clowns
Fandom: Alias
Pairing: Sydney Bristow/Julian Sark
Prompt: Orange
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Not mine, don't sue. JJ was is the genius behind Bad Robot and 'Alias'. Gen fic, no spoilers. For Fanfic100 Livejournal
"Orange?"
The righteous indignation that had Sark sputtering had Sydney Bristow giggling. More than giggling, as a matter of fact. She was downright laughing.
"Oh, Sark!" She had to wipe the tears of laughter that had formed, out of her eyes. "It really is the perfect color for you. All bright and colorful and certain to draw the attention we need."
When her snorts drew the disapproving glare of her father, she tried really hard to keep it under control. She really did. Unfortunately, she didn't even have to look at Sark to imagine his hair all spiky and... bright orange.
Practically wailing now, she had to rest her head on her arms and sob her guffaws into the table. By this time, she wasn't the only one. Marshall, who was terrfied of the international assassain, had to look away and start mumbling the Fibonacci sequence under his breath. Dixon, for his part, bit his fist and stared at the ceiling and Jack...
Well, Jack didn't stand a chance, either. Of course, he would never laugh outright or even smirk, but the sight of Julian Sark looking like he belonged in the circus really was a bit much. So, he did the only thing any self-respecting mission director would do. He passed the buck.
"Vaughn?" When Michael Vaughn looked up, his face bright red from holding his breath to avoid making a sound, Jack said with an evil smile, "I think that color would look better on you, anyway."
Sydney fell out of her chair.