Disclaimer: I do not own Alias or any of it's characters or themes. This story is intended for my own amusement and no financial gain is involved.
Summary: This is set sometime in the future. I've started writing it after episode 5.13 and I don't think it contradicts the series up to that point. Depending on where the final episodes go it may be set after the series ends or it may be AU after 5.13. As far as pairings and plot go, I'm not real sure where I'm headed. Only 2 things I know for sure and that is that everyone loves Sydney and Vaughn is dead.
Julian Sark was a connoisseur. He appreciated fine wines, fine tea, fine clothing, and fine women. And he had always had an appreciation for the very fine Sydney Bristow. She had captured his attention with her lounge act in Paris and he had been watching her ever since. Discretely of course, it would never do to let his colleagues know of his interest. For in Sark's world colleagues often became foes. There had been women in Sark's life, Allison, and Lauren among others. And they had been entertaining distractions. But all they had been was at best distractions, and at worst simply another link to Sydney.
Sark had, on occasion, used Sydney. She was especially useful in bringing down The Alliance. And he had thwarted her missions on countless occasions, even injured her when it was required. But he had always done what he could to protect her. He couldn't explain it, but he Needed Sydney. His heart was too cold for any pretense to love. And as amazing as she was, he was not the type to worship. But Sark could not imagine his world, if Sydney Bristow were not a part of it. So he did what he could to watch over her.
Julian Sark was in control. His appearance to many was often that of a pawn to the plans of his momentary employer. But Sark selected his employers, not the other way around. And his missions were always a way of achieving his own ends. The world never questioned his motives or tried to understand his end game, because to them he was only a hired lackey. Effective, but ultimately no threat. This suited Julian very well. And he began with only his end game in mind. But from the first time he laid eyes on Sydney Bristow, Julian had a second motive: to see her again. And so he selfishly arranged to be on the opposite side of many of her missions. And he did what he could to be sure she never came to any serious harm.
Julian Sark was also well informed. He had the information ahead of any of the intelligence agencies, legit or criminal. This gave him the chance to position himself with a useful employer, make sure the employer had the information at the same time as the CIA, and be able to achieve his own means and see Sydney in the process. This is how Julian always stayed one step ahead.
When Sark had caught wind of the "informant" he had known it was an ambush. The information for the meeting had gone directly to the CIA without any leaks along the way, and that NEVER happened so he knew it would be a trap. And he knew they would send Sydney. But there was nothing he could do to warn her, so he simply made it to the warehouse first and waited, to do whatever he could. He was thankful for the assailant's preference to knives, more painful but also slower to kill. Bullets could be so final. If he acted fast, a knife wound could be repaired. But it surprised him how easily Sydney went down. She should have been more alert. She was better than this.