Title: The Weight of Him
Author: chaton_espion
Rating: Eventually R
Ship: Syd/Sark Timeline: S3, picks up after "A Missing Link". Feedback: Please. Reviews are the Irish cream in my coffee. Distribution: Anywhere. All you gotta do is ask first. I just like to keep track, so I probably won't say no. Disclaimers: I do not own any "Alias" characters, although my life would be a lot more fun if I owned my very own Sark. No, that privilege would belong to JJ Abrams and Bad Robot. Sue me if you must, but I should warn you that I'm a college student, and therefore obscenely in debt. I have nothing for you to take.
Author's note: This is my first attempt at fic, so feel free to give any constructive criticism. Completely un-betaed, so if you find any glaring, disgusting mistakes, let me know about them.
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"You never should have betrayed me."
Her last words to Vaughn floated in and out of her thoughts as the scalding hot water beat down on her skin. Sydney rubbed her face vigorously and tried to stem the last of her tears as she shut off the water and stepped from the shower. She knew that the CIA would find Vaughn, thanks to the tracking device she had planted on him, but that did nothing to quell the shaking of her hands, or dissolve the unbearable lump in her throat. You stuck a knife in his gut, a voice inside her whispered.
She kept telling herself that she'd had no choice, that it was the only way to save them both, and keep her cover from being blown, but it didn't make the guilt any easier to bear. "You never should have betrayed me." Those words had been meant for Simon, to confirm that she was indeed this "Julia", and that the betrayal by someone whom she had trusted would not go unpunished. Sydney couldn't ignore the double meaning of the words though, and she was sure that Vaughn couldn't either. It was the grain of truth behind them that kept her mind spinning furiously.
She was certain that Vaughn's pained face would haunt her in dreams to come.
Sydney left the small, steamy bathroom and entered the adjoining bedroom. She rifled through the travel bag next to the bed for some fresh clothes, and finally pulled on a pair of charcoal cargo pants and a black sleeveless top. She sat on the edge of the bed, and she had just started pulling a brush through her long dark hair when Simon opened the door to the bedroom. He paused, crossing his arms and leaning against the frame of the door, and watched her with a gleam in his eyes. His lips curled into a tempting smile. Sydney slipped into "Julia" mode.
"You see something you like?" she asked, laying the brush on the night table and leaning back on her hands.
"I certainly do." Simon said as he crossed the room. He grabbed her arms and pulled her up off the bed, crushing her against his body. "You were fucking brilliant tonight, Julia." His lips met hers in a bruising kiss. Sydney, unsure of how to react, ran her hands up his back and into his hair, and parted her lips, allowing Simon to tangle his tongue with hers. Simon's hands were everywhere, caught in her damp hair one moment, slipping up her shirt and running over her sides the next. Sydney was more than a little disgusted with herself as her breathing became ragged and the intensity of the kiss mounted. When she felt his hands dip lower and his fingers slip between the waist of her pants and her skin, she broke away. She picked up her brush and began brushing her hair again, trying to think of a way to get rid of Simon. She was desperate to find what had happened to her during those missing two year, but she wasn't ready to go that far for information.
Simon looked baffled. "Something wrong, babe?" he panted.
Sydney's eyes narrowed as she said lowly "You don't think I forgive that easily, do you?"
"What? You mean what happened earlier?" Simon laughed. "Look, babe, it was a mistake. I'm sorry. You've certainly proved that you're trustworthy. Besides," he said with a sly grin, "it's not like that was the first time I've pulled a knife on you." When Sydney only twitched a half-smile in response, remaining silent, he sighed. "It's just as well, I suppose. We have a bit of unfinished business to attend to downstairs."
"What business is that?"
"Just a few loose ends to take care of before we officially call the mission a success." He replied, and Sydney followed him out the door.
They made their way downstairs and entered the drawing room where Javier and Russet were sitting in chairs on either side of the table in the middle of the room. At the head of the table, leaning back in his chair and locking his icy blue eyes on hers, was someone who made Sydney's breath catch in her throat and her blood freeze in her veins. The very last person on earth she wanted to see: Sark.
Author: chaton_espion
Rating: Eventually R
Ship: Syd/Sark Timeline: S3, picks up after "A Missing Link". Feedback: Please. Reviews are the Irish cream in my coffee. Distribution: Anywhere. All you gotta do is ask first. I just like to keep track, so I probably won't say no. Disclaimers: I do not own any "Alias" characters, although my life would be a lot more fun if I owned my very own Sark. No, that privilege would belong to JJ Abrams and Bad Robot. Sue me if you must, but I should warn you that I'm a college student, and therefore obscenely in debt. I have nothing for you to take.
Author's note: This is my first attempt at fic, so feel free to give any constructive criticism. Completely un-betaed, so if you find any glaring, disgusting mistakes, let me know about them.
1
"You never should have betrayed me."
Her last words to Vaughn floated in and out of her thoughts as the scalding hot water beat down on her skin. Sydney rubbed her face vigorously and tried to stem the last of her tears as she shut off the water and stepped from the shower. She knew that the CIA would find Vaughn, thanks to the tracking device she had planted on him, but that did nothing to quell the shaking of her hands, or dissolve the unbearable lump in her throat. You stuck a knife in his gut, a voice inside her whispered.
She kept telling herself that she'd had no choice, that it was the only way to save them both, and keep her cover from being blown, but it didn't make the guilt any easier to bear. "You never should have betrayed me." Those words had been meant for Simon, to confirm that she was indeed this "Julia", and that the betrayal by someone whom she had trusted would not go unpunished. Sydney couldn't ignore the double meaning of the words though, and she was sure that Vaughn couldn't either. It was the grain of truth behind them that kept her mind spinning furiously.
She was certain that Vaughn's pained face would haunt her in dreams to come.
Sydney left the small, steamy bathroom and entered the adjoining bedroom. She rifled through the travel bag next to the bed for some fresh clothes, and finally pulled on a pair of charcoal cargo pants and a black sleeveless top. She sat on the edge of the bed, and she had just started pulling a brush through her long dark hair when Simon opened the door to the bedroom. He paused, crossing his arms and leaning against the frame of the door, and watched her with a gleam in his eyes. His lips curled into a tempting smile. Sydney slipped into "Julia" mode.
"You see something you like?" she asked, laying the brush on the night table and leaning back on her hands.
"I certainly do." Simon said as he crossed the room. He grabbed her arms and pulled her up off the bed, crushing her against his body. "You were fucking brilliant tonight, Julia." His lips met hers in a bruising kiss. Sydney, unsure of how to react, ran her hands up his back and into his hair, and parted her lips, allowing Simon to tangle his tongue with hers. Simon's hands were everywhere, caught in her damp hair one moment, slipping up her shirt and running over her sides the next. Sydney was more than a little disgusted with herself as her breathing became ragged and the intensity of the kiss mounted. When she felt his hands dip lower and his fingers slip between the waist of her pants and her skin, she broke away. She picked up her brush and began brushing her hair again, trying to think of a way to get rid of Simon. She was desperate to find what had happened to her during those missing two year, but she wasn't ready to go that far for information.
Simon looked baffled. "Something wrong, babe?" he panted.
Sydney's eyes narrowed as she said lowly "You don't think I forgive that easily, do you?"
"What? You mean what happened earlier?" Simon laughed. "Look, babe, it was a mistake. I'm sorry. You've certainly proved that you're trustworthy. Besides," he said with a sly grin, "it's not like that was the first time I've pulled a knife on you." When Sydney only twitched a half-smile in response, remaining silent, he sighed. "It's just as well, I suppose. We have a bit of unfinished business to attend to downstairs."
"What business is that?"
"Just a few loose ends to take care of before we officially call the mission a success." He replied, and Sydney followed him out the door.
They made their way downstairs and entered the drawing room where Javier and Russet were sitting in chairs on either side of the table in the middle of the room. At the head of the table, leaning back in his chair and locking his icy blue eyes on hers, was someone who made Sydney's breath catch in her throat and her blood freeze in her veins. The very last person on earth she wanted to see: Sark.