kate_jones
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Title: Rebound
Author: kate_jones (that would be me)
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe
Disclaimer: Okay, you caught me. I’m not actually kate_jones, I’m JJ himself, so I realy do own Alias and Sydney and Vaughn and all the other characters. So there. Kidding, kidding.
Summary: This is set after the Nemesis takes place. Vaughn and Syd are having issues, Sark and Allison are having issues. There are a lot of issues. And I’m sorry to all of you S/V shippers, but we all need a little Sarkney every once in a while.
Part One:
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The barrel of the gun was cold against Sark’s bare neck, causing a small shiver down his spine. What was even worse was the woman standing in front of him, hands on her hips and a pitying smile on her face.
“Allison?” he said quietly, asking her to explain, silently begging for pity.
“I’m sorry, hon, but it’s you or me” she said coldly, looking his straight in the eye. “Don’t look at me like that, what did you expect? I haven’t seen you in two full years. I work for the Covenant now and they don’t need you around anymore” she explained looking away from his hurt eyes and examining her candy-apple nails.
“You b****” he spat angrily, struggling to free his hands. Below the sleeves of his tuxedo jacket, the rope chafed his skin.
Allison frowned, crossing her arms in front of her, and then decided to ignore his outburst and gave him an evil smile.
“You trusted me too quickly, Adrian. Such a sentimental boy. It’s ironic, really, that such a hardened criminal could have such a soft spot for-“
Shots rang out and Sark gasped as Allison’s floor-length black gown was covered in blood. As she fell, Sark went into action. He swung his leg back to fell the man with the gun to his head. Another shot, and the man was no longer a problem. Sark turned from the two bodies and saw Sydney Bristow running towards him, gun in hand.
“Run!” she hissed, slicing his bonds and pulling him along with her. Sark didn’t hesitate, but started to sprint beside his nemesis.
“They’re gaining on us,” Sydney panted, pulling harder on the sleeve of his tux. Her low-cut satin dress whipped around her legs and her updo was quickly coming undone. “We’re going to be caught!”
Looking at her, Sark replied, “Not necessarily.” He stopped abruptly, catching her bare wrist and pulling her into a corner of the hallway. He pressed his body against hers, muffling her protest by clapping a hand over her mouth. He pinned her arms to her sides and whispered, “Cooperate, will you? They haven’t seen me, so if you hide your face they won’t recognize us. They’re coming.” Sydney heard footsteps coming down the hallway, along with shouts of “Dov’e? Dov’e? Where is she?” She closed her eyes tightly and tried to forget who she was with, though his jacket smelled awfully good.
“Talk about the Axe Effect”, Sydney thought to herself. Then Sark’s lips were touching hers and she forgot everything. Her arms snaked around his neck and his right hand slid up her thigh. The couple barely noticed the guards who were slowing down as they passed. Sydney melted into the heat of his kiss and opened her mouth to let him devour her, but he pulled away, delivering small kisses along her jaw bone. Frustrated she lowered her head to catch his mouth again, her tongue tracing the edges of his lips. He smiled at her forwardness and ignored her silent request.
Slowly, she blinked her eyes open and noticed that a) the guards were long gone b) her gun was no longer in her hand and c) that Sark was kissing her neck. Immediately, she shoved him off and looked to see if she had dropped her gun while they were “hiding”.
“Looking for this, Agent Bristow?” Sark smirked, dangling the gun in front of her. She glared at him, assessing her options. Smiling at her look, he said, “Looks like you won’t be taking me back to the CIA for show and tell. Sorry.” Fixing his tie, which had mysteriously been loosened while with Sydney, he tucked the gun in his jacket pocket and started to walk away. As Sydney thought about her options and smoothed her dress, she saw him turn around to add, ”Oh and Bristow? You might want to fix your lipstick before your precious handler sees you’ve been kissing someone else.”
“You SOB!” she muttered angrily, smoothing her wrinkled dress. Since she was unarmed, all she could do was call for backup or fight him for the gun, which by this point she was not up for. “Don’t be so cocky Sark, it wasn’t much of a kiss” she called to him.
“Excuse me for being a gentleman,” he replied from the other end of the hallway, then disappeared into an elevator. Standing in the elevator, the gravity of the situation finally crashed on him. His girlfriend, who had apparently never loved him, was dead. Again. His heart was breaking. Allison was right, he had been too emotional. And he had just kissed Sydney Bristow, which was a whole other emotion problem. However, she had been willing to do more than kiss in that hall-
*ding* The elevator door opened and Sark groaned at the sight before him.
Sark regarded the woman who stepped into the elevator. Brown ringlets pulled back into a bun at the nape of her neck, a low cut red dress hanging off her slim shoulders and showing off her figure, perfect make-up and fresh lipstick, and a pair of very cold brown eyes.
“Agent Bristow, that was quick. That’s quite an impressive skill – applying lipstick while running. Want me to mess it up again?” he said with a grin, trying to mask his surprise and uncertainty as to what he should do.
“You saved me. Why?” she asked, pushing him back into the elevator.
“You saved me, I saved you. End of story” he replied honestly. “Up or down?”
Sydney frowned, not believing that he could be that fair. “Allison wants me dead. Up.”
“True. And what would make her angrier than you being alive? Unless perhaps someone else killed you first…Don’t reach for your gun like that, I’m joking. Ah, we’re back in the basement again” he said, all with his trademark smirk on his face.
“Weiss, I shot Allison…yes, again. And tell Vaughn I’ve got Sark” Sydney said into her diamond bracelet, smiling coldly at him.
“S***, Sydney” he yelled as she pulled out her gun.
“Looks like I’ll have something for show and tell after all, Sark.” Sydney said smugly as Vaughn and a backup team ran down the hallway.
*****
Please R&R!
-kate
Author: kate_jones (that would be me)
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe
Disclaimer: Okay, you caught me. I’m not actually kate_jones, I’m JJ himself, so I realy do own Alias and Sydney and Vaughn and all the other characters. So there. Kidding, kidding.
Summary: This is set after the Nemesis takes place. Vaughn and Syd are having issues, Sark and Allison are having issues. There are a lot of issues. And I’m sorry to all of you S/V shippers, but we all need a little Sarkney every once in a while.
Part One:
*******
The barrel of the gun was cold against Sark’s bare neck, causing a small shiver down his spine. What was even worse was the woman standing in front of him, hands on her hips and a pitying smile on her face.
“Allison?” he said quietly, asking her to explain, silently begging for pity.
“I’m sorry, hon, but it’s you or me” she said coldly, looking his straight in the eye. “Don’t look at me like that, what did you expect? I haven’t seen you in two full years. I work for the Covenant now and they don’t need you around anymore” she explained looking away from his hurt eyes and examining her candy-apple nails.
“You b****” he spat angrily, struggling to free his hands. Below the sleeves of his tuxedo jacket, the rope chafed his skin.
Allison frowned, crossing her arms in front of her, and then decided to ignore his outburst and gave him an evil smile.
“You trusted me too quickly, Adrian. Such a sentimental boy. It’s ironic, really, that such a hardened criminal could have such a soft spot for-“
Shots rang out and Sark gasped as Allison’s floor-length black gown was covered in blood. As she fell, Sark went into action. He swung his leg back to fell the man with the gun to his head. Another shot, and the man was no longer a problem. Sark turned from the two bodies and saw Sydney Bristow running towards him, gun in hand.
“Run!” she hissed, slicing his bonds and pulling him along with her. Sark didn’t hesitate, but started to sprint beside his nemesis.
“They’re gaining on us,” Sydney panted, pulling harder on the sleeve of his tux. Her low-cut satin dress whipped around her legs and her updo was quickly coming undone. “We’re going to be caught!”
Looking at her, Sark replied, “Not necessarily.” He stopped abruptly, catching her bare wrist and pulling her into a corner of the hallway. He pressed his body against hers, muffling her protest by clapping a hand over her mouth. He pinned her arms to her sides and whispered, “Cooperate, will you? They haven’t seen me, so if you hide your face they won’t recognize us. They’re coming.” Sydney heard footsteps coming down the hallway, along with shouts of “Dov’e? Dov’e? Where is she?” She closed her eyes tightly and tried to forget who she was with, though his jacket smelled awfully good.
“Talk about the Axe Effect”, Sydney thought to herself. Then Sark’s lips were touching hers and she forgot everything. Her arms snaked around his neck and his right hand slid up her thigh. The couple barely noticed the guards who were slowing down as they passed. Sydney melted into the heat of his kiss and opened her mouth to let him devour her, but he pulled away, delivering small kisses along her jaw bone. Frustrated she lowered her head to catch his mouth again, her tongue tracing the edges of his lips. He smiled at her forwardness and ignored her silent request.
Slowly, she blinked her eyes open and noticed that a) the guards were long gone b) her gun was no longer in her hand and c) that Sark was kissing her neck. Immediately, she shoved him off and looked to see if she had dropped her gun while they were “hiding”.
“Looking for this, Agent Bristow?” Sark smirked, dangling the gun in front of her. She glared at him, assessing her options. Smiling at her look, he said, “Looks like you won’t be taking me back to the CIA for show and tell. Sorry.” Fixing his tie, which had mysteriously been loosened while with Sydney, he tucked the gun in his jacket pocket and started to walk away. As Sydney thought about her options and smoothed her dress, she saw him turn around to add, ”Oh and Bristow? You might want to fix your lipstick before your precious handler sees you’ve been kissing someone else.”
“You SOB!” she muttered angrily, smoothing her wrinkled dress. Since she was unarmed, all she could do was call for backup or fight him for the gun, which by this point she was not up for. “Don’t be so cocky Sark, it wasn’t much of a kiss” she called to him.
“Excuse me for being a gentleman,” he replied from the other end of the hallway, then disappeared into an elevator. Standing in the elevator, the gravity of the situation finally crashed on him. His girlfriend, who had apparently never loved him, was dead. Again. His heart was breaking. Allison was right, he had been too emotional. And he had just kissed Sydney Bristow, which was a whole other emotion problem. However, she had been willing to do more than kiss in that hall-
*ding* The elevator door opened and Sark groaned at the sight before him.
Sark regarded the woman who stepped into the elevator. Brown ringlets pulled back into a bun at the nape of her neck, a low cut red dress hanging off her slim shoulders and showing off her figure, perfect make-up and fresh lipstick, and a pair of very cold brown eyes.
“Agent Bristow, that was quick. That’s quite an impressive skill – applying lipstick while running. Want me to mess it up again?” he said with a grin, trying to mask his surprise and uncertainty as to what he should do.
“You saved me. Why?” she asked, pushing him back into the elevator.
“You saved me, I saved you. End of story” he replied honestly. “Up or down?”
Sydney frowned, not believing that he could be that fair. “Allison wants me dead. Up.”
“True. And what would make her angrier than you being alive? Unless perhaps someone else killed you first…Don’t reach for your gun like that, I’m joking. Ah, we’re back in the basement again” he said, all with his trademark smirk on his face.
“Weiss, I shot Allison…yes, again. And tell Vaughn I’ve got Sark” Sydney said into her diamond bracelet, smiling coldly at him.
“S***, Sydney” he yelled as she pulled out her gun.
“Looks like I’ll have something for show and tell after all, Sark.” Sydney said smugly as Vaughn and a backup team ran down the hallway.
*****
Please R&R!
-kate