Title: Falling from Grace
Author: Amy
Disclaimer: My name’s not JJ
Rating: R - a little bit of smut, more to come in the next chapters...
Summary: Sydney is SD-6 and a double for the CIA, Sark works for The Man – but nothing in any season has happened, though some might. But it is basically an AU – it’s just two enemies who meet on a mission and a mutual attraction is formed.
Length: WIP – a series of song-fics. I haven’t determined how many there will be, it all depends on how many songs I can find that fit and how many ideas come to me.
Author’s Note: For the readers of my other fics – I promise I’m still working on them…these songfics just pop into my head and I have to get them written. ^_^
Enjoy!
[1]
Take me down, 6 underground,
The ground beneath your feet,
Laid out low, nothing to go
Nowhere a way to meet
I've got a head full of drought,
Down here, so far off losing out
Round her
The pounding bass from the music infiltrated her whole being. She could feel vibrations running through her body. Her heartbeat sped up so it went in time with the music. A heavy cloud of smoke made the air hazy and the smell permeated through everything.
She peered through the crowds of writhing bodies in search of her prey. As she walked through the throngs of people not dancing, she adjusted her leather skirt and bustier, and then tucked an errant strand of red hair behind her ear.
A voice crackled through her ear. “Do you see him yet, Syd?” It was Dixon, her partner at SD-6.
She grimaced as she answered, “No. But there’s still five minutes until the meet is scheduled.”
“Alright. Just remember, we have to get that chip before he trades it. You must make the switch before he gets to the VIP lounge.” She could hear him sigh in frustration – not at her, but at the fact that they were cutting it close to mission failure if the man didn’t show up.
“Got it.” Her words, like her actions were quick and precise – she was in business mode. However, she smiled for a brief moment. Dixon was a wonderful partner. That thought was followed by a frown. Lying to him was the hardest part of her job. But the CIA had made it clear that she was, under no circumstances, to tell anyone about her double agent status. And out of concern for her life and the lives of her loved ones – she followed this order.
Sydney scanned the room again and her eyes lighted on the man in question. He was tall, dark, and handsome. Not to mention pure evil. It was time to get started. She fiddled with her necklace and found the button that sent off an invisible signal that was to scan for the computer chip.
“Dixon, I see him. Can you pick up the signal?”
“Yes. The chip is in his front-left suit pocket.”
“Okay, I’m going to intercept. I’m going radio silent and I’ll see you at the rendezvous.”
“See you in twenty. Good luck, Syd.”
Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace
She turned her earpiece off and wove her way through the heavy crowd until she was standing directly in front of the man – known only as Aidan Khasinau, son of the one suspected to be “The Man”.
Her red hair and black leather made her blend in well with the crowd; he would never remember her face. The switch was easy – she bumped into him, spilling a drink on his black Armani suit jacket. As she went to clean up the stain, she switched her counterfeit chip for his real one.
He never knew what hit him. He barely acknowledged her presence, as he lamented to ruination of his three thousand dollar suit. Angrily, he pushed her away mumbling something about stupid lushes who couldn’t walk in a straight line.
She slipped the chip down the front of her bustier – into a compartment that was meant to hold it while she exited the club. For the sake of appearances she continued to act drunk until she had made her way back to her starting point.
Her goal was to exit the club through the back and meet Dixon down the block at their rendezvous. However, as she made her way to the back of the club – she felt something grab her wrist and she was confronted by a man with the bluest eyes she had ever seen.
Calm me down, bring it round
Too way high off your street
I can see like nothing else
In me you're better than I wanna be
He had watched the whole exchange from his table in the back corner of the club – right next to the exit. She was good, he would give her that much. Khasinau, along with being a traitor to his fathers cause, was usually a very smart man. For her make a switch like that – he was either drunk, or she was the best.
It was mostly likely a bit of both. Either way, he was looking forward to meeting her on the way out. His job was to intercept the girl and retrieve the computer chip that she had swiped from Aidan Khasinau. He worked for the people that the younger Khasinau was double crossing. He worked for The Man.
Sark’s eyes followed her as she made her way through the crowd. She was young and agile, so she was able to weave through the many bodies that were packed at the center of the club. The red hair was most likely a wig, but she could not fake the figure under her tight leather clothes.
This was going to be fun for him. She would be easy to get close to in order to find the chip. He had seen where she placed it – slipped right between her breasts. As he waited, he admired the way her breasts overflowed above the bustier. If she had not been an opposing operative he would have tried to seduce her already tonight, for she had caught his eye the moment she walked in and before he had realized that she was working for another side.
As she came closer to him – her facial features became clearer and more familiar. Finally it dawned on him who she looked like. He knew exactly who she was – Sydney Bristow.
He could tell that she wasn’t aware of his presence by the way she was walking towards the door. As he stood up in the shadows – he walked towards her and grabbed her wrist. She gasped in surprise and he knew that he had caught her unaware. Her big brown eyes looked up at him with no fear, however, as she prepared to fight him off.
Don't think 'cos I understand, I care
Don't think 'cos I'm talking, we're friends
“I don’t want to fight you; I just want the chip you retrieved.” His voice was cool, with a clipped British accent that she would have normally found attractive – under much different circumstances.
She decided the best way to do this was to play dumb. “What chip?” She asked innocently, trying to disarm him.
He smirked at her, mockingly. “I watched to make a switch with that gentleman – I believe a man named Aidan Khasinou.”
She gave him an infuriated look at his mockery and she still attempted to pretend she had no idea what he was talking about. “I really have no idea what you are referring to. Perhaps you were thinking of another woman.” She added just a hint of flirtation in her tone and winked at him as she made her last comment.
He almost laughed. If he hadn’t seen the exchange with his own eyes – he might have believed her. Her tone alternately aroused and infuriated him. Her attempted seduction was not part of the game. He was the seducer – he was the one who would win in the end. And yet he had to admire her tactics, as they matched his own.
He was still holding on to her wrist tightly, so he whirled her around and backed her into the wall. Her chest rose and fell just the slightest bit quicker as her back hit the wall with a loud thud. However her eyes still showed no hint of fear.
“The chip you obtained belongs to my employer. You have taken it and my employer wants it back. And don’t pretend like you didn’t take the chip from Khasinou. I saw you do it.” His tone demanded that she not play any more games.
She stared into his eyes – meeting his glare with a hard brown stare of her own – but still she said nothing. Her chin was lifted up in defiance. She was feisty and he liked that about her.
Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace
The moment she had seen those eyes she had known that she was in trouble. All the time that she thought she was the hunter; she had really been someone else’s prey. But he would never find the chip. It was safely hidden and she would never tell where it was.
His body held hers captive against the wall. If he wasn’t her enemy she would be taking the time to notice how attractive he was – with his blue eyes, hair that curled slightly at the tips, and his square jaw that was clenched in determination at the moment.
So maybe she was paying attention to that. Focus, Sydney. This is no time to notice that your enemy smells like spicy cologne, so unlike all the others at this smoky club. Distract him and get out of here…
He leaned his head down and she could feel his hot breath at her ear. It was all she could do to keep the shiver his nearness sent down her body contained. “I saw exactly where you hid that chip. Don’t think I won’t go looking for it.”
She gasped under her breath. He wouldn’t, really? Or would he? She got the answer to her question right away.
His hand started to skim the swells of her breast that were overflowing out of her bustier. He knew they were his gateway to the chip and he could tell that he was having an effect on her by the way her breathing hitched. The feel of his hands on her was gentle, yet hot. It was slowly spreading a tingling feeling throughout her body. This man, her enemy, was arousing her in a quite personal way.
Talk me down, safe and sound
Too strung up to sleep
Wear me out, scream and shout
Swear my time's never cheap
She decided to use that to her advantage. It would make it all that much easier to seduce him and get away.
She sighed as his hands began to brush down the front of her leather top. She could feel the heat radiating from his body. He was just as affected by her nearness. He was hiding it well – but some things he couldn’t hide.
He leaned his head back to begin a more thorough search, but the challenging look in her eyes stopped him. She arched an eyebrow at him and surprised him by capturing his lips with hers. His brain screamed that it was a ploy to distract him, and that he should make a move for the chip. But the taste of Sydney Bristow was as intoxicating as red wine – and just as bittersweet.
She tugged at his lower lip with her teeth, biting down hard enough to draw some blood. He groaned and pushed against her, to where there was no space between the wall, her, or him. His open mouth assaulted hers and their tongues met in a ferocious duel.
For a moment, she lost herself in his kiss and the feelings it aroused in her. She ran her hands up and down his back, over his shoulders, and down his chest. He was lean, but his muscles were well defined.
The brain that had been lying dormant for the past few moments kicked back into gear – he was back to getting to the chip. This time when he brushed his hands across her chest she just leaned into his kiss even more. Slowly his hand made its way down the front of her top – and amazing feat given the tight leather. He brushed his hands against her breast, causing her to jerk her hips towards him. A groan escaped his lips – into her mouth – which he contained and continued his search despite his painfully obvious arousal.
He found the chip and removed his hand from her top in order to put it in his suit pocket. He was about to pull back when she made her move as well. The sharp heel of her stiletto Manolo Blahniks dug into his foot, causing him to gasp in pain and then the force of her knee being thrust into his already throbbing crotch.
She pushed against him and he backed away from the wall. Not looking back, she bolted out of the door – never realizing that he had won. He had the chip.
I fake my life like I've lived
Too much, I take whatever you're given
Not enough
He watched as she ran away from him and he smirked. He had won, and he had tasted Sydney Bristow. As he made his way out of the club and to his car he thought about the ramifications of his actions. It was undeniable that she had wanted him – but it was equally undeniable that he wanted her as well.
Sydney Bristow was a name that he had heard many times working for The Man. His employer knew much about her life. She was the opponent that he had been trained to face. They were both at the top of their game – so he had to be on his toes at every moment with her. It was a game that he relished in playing, and winning.
His employer would kill him if she found out about this little tryst – for she was none other than Irina Derevko. Her mother. The potential for anything to happen between them was limited, for nothing remained secret for long. But Sark relished the thought of running into her again. Taunting her, teasing her, and ultimately having her – at least once.
She would resist, but in the end he would win – just like he had tonight.
Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace.
Sydney ran down the street to her rendezvous point. She had already been out of breath when she left the club – for the strangers kisses had made her weak. Running in heels certainly didn’t help her much.
She slipped a hand down to where the chip was still resting safely.
She stopped cold in her tracks. It was gone. s***. The word kept repeating in her mind. All the while she was planning her escape – he had been searching for the chip. The name of the elusive figure, The Man, would still be hidden for the time being.
And it was all due to her stupidity. Her inexplicable desire for the blonde man with the eyes made of ice. A terrorist, an assassin, and the one who had made her heart race like none other.
Sydney started running again to the van that Dixon was waiting in. SD-6 would never know that the mission had failed. The CIA had provided her with a counterfeit chip, which could easily be played off as a set up on The Man’s part. But for her father, Vaughn, and the rest of the CIA – what was she going to tell them?
She cursed him, she cursed herself, and she made a vow – if she ever came across him again he would not escape unharmed. She was going to win the next round.
Author: Amy
Disclaimer: My name’s not JJ
Rating: R - a little bit of smut, more to come in the next chapters...
Summary: Sydney is SD-6 and a double for the CIA, Sark works for The Man – but nothing in any season has happened, though some might. But it is basically an AU – it’s just two enemies who meet on a mission and a mutual attraction is formed.
Length: WIP – a series of song-fics. I haven’t determined how many there will be, it all depends on how many songs I can find that fit and how many ideas come to me.
Author’s Note: For the readers of my other fics – I promise I’m still working on them…these songfics just pop into my head and I have to get them written. ^_^
Enjoy!
[1]
Take me down, 6 underground,
The ground beneath your feet,
Laid out low, nothing to go
Nowhere a way to meet
I've got a head full of drought,
Down here, so far off losing out
Round her
The pounding bass from the music infiltrated her whole being. She could feel vibrations running through her body. Her heartbeat sped up so it went in time with the music. A heavy cloud of smoke made the air hazy and the smell permeated through everything.
She peered through the crowds of writhing bodies in search of her prey. As she walked through the throngs of people not dancing, she adjusted her leather skirt and bustier, and then tucked an errant strand of red hair behind her ear.
A voice crackled through her ear. “Do you see him yet, Syd?” It was Dixon, her partner at SD-6.
She grimaced as she answered, “No. But there’s still five minutes until the meet is scheduled.”
“Alright. Just remember, we have to get that chip before he trades it. You must make the switch before he gets to the VIP lounge.” She could hear him sigh in frustration – not at her, but at the fact that they were cutting it close to mission failure if the man didn’t show up.
“Got it.” Her words, like her actions were quick and precise – she was in business mode. However, she smiled for a brief moment. Dixon was a wonderful partner. That thought was followed by a frown. Lying to him was the hardest part of her job. But the CIA had made it clear that she was, under no circumstances, to tell anyone about her double agent status. And out of concern for her life and the lives of her loved ones – she followed this order.
Sydney scanned the room again and her eyes lighted on the man in question. He was tall, dark, and handsome. Not to mention pure evil. It was time to get started. She fiddled with her necklace and found the button that sent off an invisible signal that was to scan for the computer chip.
“Dixon, I see him. Can you pick up the signal?”
“Yes. The chip is in his front-left suit pocket.”
“Okay, I’m going to intercept. I’m going radio silent and I’ll see you at the rendezvous.”
“See you in twenty. Good luck, Syd.”
Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace
She turned her earpiece off and wove her way through the heavy crowd until she was standing directly in front of the man – known only as Aidan Khasinau, son of the one suspected to be “The Man”.
Her red hair and black leather made her blend in well with the crowd; he would never remember her face. The switch was easy – she bumped into him, spilling a drink on his black Armani suit jacket. As she went to clean up the stain, she switched her counterfeit chip for his real one.
He never knew what hit him. He barely acknowledged her presence, as he lamented to ruination of his three thousand dollar suit. Angrily, he pushed her away mumbling something about stupid lushes who couldn’t walk in a straight line.
She slipped the chip down the front of her bustier – into a compartment that was meant to hold it while she exited the club. For the sake of appearances she continued to act drunk until she had made her way back to her starting point.
Her goal was to exit the club through the back and meet Dixon down the block at their rendezvous. However, as she made her way to the back of the club – she felt something grab her wrist and she was confronted by a man with the bluest eyes she had ever seen.
Calm me down, bring it round
Too way high off your street
I can see like nothing else
In me you're better than I wanna be
He had watched the whole exchange from his table in the back corner of the club – right next to the exit. She was good, he would give her that much. Khasinau, along with being a traitor to his fathers cause, was usually a very smart man. For her make a switch like that – he was either drunk, or she was the best.
It was mostly likely a bit of both. Either way, he was looking forward to meeting her on the way out. His job was to intercept the girl and retrieve the computer chip that she had swiped from Aidan Khasinau. He worked for the people that the younger Khasinau was double crossing. He worked for The Man.
Sark’s eyes followed her as she made her way through the crowd. She was young and agile, so she was able to weave through the many bodies that were packed at the center of the club. The red hair was most likely a wig, but she could not fake the figure under her tight leather clothes.
This was going to be fun for him. She would be easy to get close to in order to find the chip. He had seen where she placed it – slipped right between her breasts. As he waited, he admired the way her breasts overflowed above the bustier. If she had not been an opposing operative he would have tried to seduce her already tonight, for she had caught his eye the moment she walked in and before he had realized that she was working for another side.
As she came closer to him – her facial features became clearer and more familiar. Finally it dawned on him who she looked like. He knew exactly who she was – Sydney Bristow.
He could tell that she wasn’t aware of his presence by the way she was walking towards the door. As he stood up in the shadows – he walked towards her and grabbed her wrist. She gasped in surprise and he knew that he had caught her unaware. Her big brown eyes looked up at him with no fear, however, as she prepared to fight him off.
Don't think 'cos I understand, I care
Don't think 'cos I'm talking, we're friends
“I don’t want to fight you; I just want the chip you retrieved.” His voice was cool, with a clipped British accent that she would have normally found attractive – under much different circumstances.
She decided the best way to do this was to play dumb. “What chip?” She asked innocently, trying to disarm him.
He smirked at her, mockingly. “I watched to make a switch with that gentleman – I believe a man named Aidan Khasinou.”
She gave him an infuriated look at his mockery and she still attempted to pretend she had no idea what he was talking about. “I really have no idea what you are referring to. Perhaps you were thinking of another woman.” She added just a hint of flirtation in her tone and winked at him as she made her last comment.
He almost laughed. If he hadn’t seen the exchange with his own eyes – he might have believed her. Her tone alternately aroused and infuriated him. Her attempted seduction was not part of the game. He was the seducer – he was the one who would win in the end. And yet he had to admire her tactics, as they matched his own.
He was still holding on to her wrist tightly, so he whirled her around and backed her into the wall. Her chest rose and fell just the slightest bit quicker as her back hit the wall with a loud thud. However her eyes still showed no hint of fear.
“The chip you obtained belongs to my employer. You have taken it and my employer wants it back. And don’t pretend like you didn’t take the chip from Khasinou. I saw you do it.” His tone demanded that she not play any more games.
She stared into his eyes – meeting his glare with a hard brown stare of her own – but still she said nothing. Her chin was lifted up in defiance. She was feisty and he liked that about her.
Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace
The moment she had seen those eyes she had known that she was in trouble. All the time that she thought she was the hunter; she had really been someone else’s prey. But he would never find the chip. It was safely hidden and she would never tell where it was.
His body held hers captive against the wall. If he wasn’t her enemy she would be taking the time to notice how attractive he was – with his blue eyes, hair that curled slightly at the tips, and his square jaw that was clenched in determination at the moment.
So maybe she was paying attention to that. Focus, Sydney. This is no time to notice that your enemy smells like spicy cologne, so unlike all the others at this smoky club. Distract him and get out of here…
He leaned his head down and she could feel his hot breath at her ear. It was all she could do to keep the shiver his nearness sent down her body contained. “I saw exactly where you hid that chip. Don’t think I won’t go looking for it.”
She gasped under her breath. He wouldn’t, really? Or would he? She got the answer to her question right away.
His hand started to skim the swells of her breast that were overflowing out of her bustier. He knew they were his gateway to the chip and he could tell that he was having an effect on her by the way her breathing hitched. The feel of his hands on her was gentle, yet hot. It was slowly spreading a tingling feeling throughout her body. This man, her enemy, was arousing her in a quite personal way.
Talk me down, safe and sound
Too strung up to sleep
Wear me out, scream and shout
Swear my time's never cheap
She decided to use that to her advantage. It would make it all that much easier to seduce him and get away.
She sighed as his hands began to brush down the front of her leather top. She could feel the heat radiating from his body. He was just as affected by her nearness. He was hiding it well – but some things he couldn’t hide.
He leaned his head back to begin a more thorough search, but the challenging look in her eyes stopped him. She arched an eyebrow at him and surprised him by capturing his lips with hers. His brain screamed that it was a ploy to distract him, and that he should make a move for the chip. But the taste of Sydney Bristow was as intoxicating as red wine – and just as bittersweet.
She tugged at his lower lip with her teeth, biting down hard enough to draw some blood. He groaned and pushed against her, to where there was no space between the wall, her, or him. His open mouth assaulted hers and their tongues met in a ferocious duel.
For a moment, she lost herself in his kiss and the feelings it aroused in her. She ran her hands up and down his back, over his shoulders, and down his chest. He was lean, but his muscles were well defined.
The brain that had been lying dormant for the past few moments kicked back into gear – he was back to getting to the chip. This time when he brushed his hands across her chest she just leaned into his kiss even more. Slowly his hand made its way down the front of her top – and amazing feat given the tight leather. He brushed his hands against her breast, causing her to jerk her hips towards him. A groan escaped his lips – into her mouth – which he contained and continued his search despite his painfully obvious arousal.
He found the chip and removed his hand from her top in order to put it in his suit pocket. He was about to pull back when she made her move as well. The sharp heel of her stiletto Manolo Blahniks dug into his foot, causing him to gasp in pain and then the force of her knee being thrust into his already throbbing crotch.
She pushed against him and he backed away from the wall. Not looking back, she bolted out of the door – never realizing that he had won. He had the chip.
I fake my life like I've lived
Too much, I take whatever you're given
Not enough
He watched as she ran away from him and he smirked. He had won, and he had tasted Sydney Bristow. As he made his way out of the club and to his car he thought about the ramifications of his actions. It was undeniable that she had wanted him – but it was equally undeniable that he wanted her as well.
Sydney Bristow was a name that he had heard many times working for The Man. His employer knew much about her life. She was the opponent that he had been trained to face. They were both at the top of their game – so he had to be on his toes at every moment with her. It was a game that he relished in playing, and winning.
His employer would kill him if she found out about this little tryst – for she was none other than Irina Derevko. Her mother. The potential for anything to happen between them was limited, for nothing remained secret for long. But Sark relished the thought of running into her again. Taunting her, teasing her, and ultimately having her – at least once.
She would resist, but in the end he would win – just like he had tonight.
Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace.
Sydney ran down the street to her rendezvous point. She had already been out of breath when she left the club – for the strangers kisses had made her weak. Running in heels certainly didn’t help her much.
She slipped a hand down to where the chip was still resting safely.
She stopped cold in her tracks. It was gone. s***. The word kept repeating in her mind. All the while she was planning her escape – he had been searching for the chip. The name of the elusive figure, The Man, would still be hidden for the time being.
And it was all due to her stupidity. Her inexplicable desire for the blonde man with the eyes made of ice. A terrorist, an assassin, and the one who had made her heart race like none other.
Sydney started running again to the van that Dixon was waiting in. SD-6 would never know that the mission had failed. The CIA had provided her with a counterfeit chip, which could easily be played off as a set up on The Man’s part. But for her father, Vaughn, and the rest of the CIA – what was she going to tell them?
She cursed him, she cursed herself, and she made a vow – if she ever came across him again he would not escape unharmed. She was going to win the next round.
omg amy. you always write such great stuff. i'm addicted to all your fics 
and it's about damn time!! :rotflmao: