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the start of Uncovering the Truth - An Alias piece
Title: Uncovering the Truth
Fandom: Alias (with Spoilers through Season Three finale)
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storydivagirl
Notes: Again, spoilers if you haven't seen finale of season 3 yet. Written for the Choose Your Own Adventure challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Sydney knew she was getting in over her head. There wasn’t much in the spy world she couldn’t get a handle on. Thanks in large part to Project Christmas and possible genetics from both her spy parents, Sydney felt comfortable in almost every situation, life threatening or banal. It was easy for her, the way flirting or making friends was easy for others.
But this was a whole new game she was caught up in—helping a man she despised escape from CIA custody because she remembered something from her two year absence. Her father tried to convince her to drop it, to stay focused on getting her life back on track now that Lauren was dead and Vaughn wanted to rekindle things, but Sydney didn’t trust her father anymore and those papers…all those papers in that hidden file…and Sark was the only name she recognized, the only person capable of providing the answers she needed.
It wasn’t rational. It didn’t make any sense. Not just the idea that she was going to choose to believe the word of a known assassin over her father, but the logistics of it all. It didn’t add up. How could Sark provide answers when he had been behind bars during that time? And if he did know about her, why hadn’t he said anything? Sark was the type to hold things close to the vest, one of the better spies she had come up against in her time—annoying and itchy like a mosquito bite—but to not flaunt it that he had information?
That was too unlikely.
“You want answers, Agent Bristow,” Sark had said coolly before she had even opened her mouth. He smirked at her, his smugness pouring out of him like sweat, and shrugged, “As you can see I am in a position to be bought.”
“What makes you think I can’t torture the information out of you?” she replied. She moved in closer to him, so close that she could smell the peppermint from his mouthwash, and mimicked his smirk as she pushed his chair in closer to the table. She said, “Vaughn made it quite clear that you’re rather...cowardly...when it comes to pain.”
“Unlike you who finds a strange gratification in it, I see,” Sark replied. He rolled his eyes and said, “I’m assuming you found the folder.”
“Just like you planned.”
“I never planned for that to occur. It never suited me. That was all Lauren's doing, I assure you,” He replied. She knew he was telling the truth. If she had learned anything about the man, it was that he served only one person—himself. He stared at her, an appraising glance that said he knew things about her and her missing time that she would want to know, and finally added, “I’ll talk to you, but not here.”
“What do I look like to you, Sark? A travel agent?” she replied. She slammed his chair into the table, garnering a glare and small grunt from Sark, and said, “You’ll tell me what I want to know.”
“You wouldn’t want this information divulged to the government, Agent Bristow,” he paused and motioned to the mirror. He shrugged and said, “Since you’re unwillingly to comply with my demands, I don’t believe we have anything further to discuss.”
And that was how it all started.
She tried to get on with things, to overlook what had happened and the meaningless conversation between the two of them. She thought about retiring from the CIA and taking a job as a teacher, getting on with the life she always wanted. She avoided her father. She smiled reassuringly in Vaughn’s direction whenever he questioned her mental stability or asked about the information she had found in the safe deposit box. She didn’t talk about it, not the folder’s contents or the mentioned link to Sark, with anyone and that, she decided, was the only thing she had going for her in this half-brained attempt to free the loathsome man.
Sydney slid her ID badge through the machine and two metal doors opened. She had been through these doors numerous times, but this was the first time she found herself studying it for possible escape routes. She smiled at the guard, who waved her in, and she said, “Prisoner 239?”
“All the way at the end. I wouldn’t get too close if I were you, Agent Bristow. He’s a feisty one.”
She nodded and made her way down the long hall, ignoring the whistles and obscenities being thrown at her. She stopped in front of Sark’s cell, where he was resting on his cot, totally oblivious to her presence. She found herself watching him for a moment, the way a man like Sark could lay there languidly despite the environment he found himself in. She could almost imagine him with guns pointed at his head and no worry evident in his body language at all. “He’d probably take a bite out of an apple,” she thought, forcing herself to clear her throat and to stop watching him.
His eyes opened and he smiled. He smiled like he had been expecting her. He probably had been. He stood himself up and said, “I take it you’ve reconsidered my offer.” Not much of a question, forcing Sydney to resist the urge to punch him across the face. But the last thing she needed now was to attract attention to herself.
Stay focused, stay focused, stay focused, she repeated silently, her new Buddhist chant. She glanced back down toward the guard. There was only one. As long as she got to him before he could signal for help, she might be able to pull this off.
Of course, it would change everything and she wasn't sure she was ready for another huge upheaval in her life.
to be continued...
Your Choices:
1) Sydney takes out the guard and gets Sark out only to be discovered by Vaughn.
2) Sydney takes the guard out and her and Sark make a clean get away where she discovers some information.
3) Sydney decides at the last minute not to let Sark out—and instead focuses on her other leads.
To cast your choice, go tofandompoolside
Fandom: Alias (with Spoilers through Season Three finale)
Author:
storydivagirlNotes: Again, spoilers if you haven't seen finale of season 3 yet. Written for the Choose Your Own Adventure challenge at
fandompoolside. If your interested in voting for how the story should continue, please don't do it in this LJ, but at fandompoolside. Otherwise, feedback always welcome.Sydney knew she was getting in over her head. There wasn’t much in the spy world she couldn’t get a handle on. Thanks in large part to Project Christmas and possible genetics from both her spy parents, Sydney felt comfortable in almost every situation, life threatening or banal. It was easy for her, the way flirting or making friends was easy for others.
But this was a whole new game she was caught up in—helping a man she despised escape from CIA custody because she remembered something from her two year absence. Her father tried to convince her to drop it, to stay focused on getting her life back on track now that Lauren was dead and Vaughn wanted to rekindle things, but Sydney didn’t trust her father anymore and those papers…all those papers in that hidden file…and Sark was the only name she recognized, the only person capable of providing the answers she needed.
It wasn’t rational. It didn’t make any sense. Not just the idea that she was going to choose to believe the word of a known assassin over her father, but the logistics of it all. It didn’t add up. How could Sark provide answers when he had been behind bars during that time? And if he did know about her, why hadn’t he said anything? Sark was the type to hold things close to the vest, one of the better spies she had come up against in her time—annoying and itchy like a mosquito bite—but to not flaunt it that he had information?
That was too unlikely.
“You want answers, Agent Bristow,” Sark had said coolly before she had even opened her mouth. He smirked at her, his smugness pouring out of him like sweat, and shrugged, “As you can see I am in a position to be bought.”
“What makes you think I can’t torture the information out of you?” she replied. She moved in closer to him, so close that she could smell the peppermint from his mouthwash, and mimicked his smirk as she pushed his chair in closer to the table. She said, “Vaughn made it quite clear that you’re rather...cowardly...when it comes to pain.”
“Unlike you who finds a strange gratification in it, I see,” Sark replied. He rolled his eyes and said, “I’m assuming you found the folder.”
“Just like you planned.”
“I never planned for that to occur. It never suited me. That was all Lauren's doing, I assure you,” He replied. She knew he was telling the truth. If she had learned anything about the man, it was that he served only one person—himself. He stared at her, an appraising glance that said he knew things about her and her missing time that she would want to know, and finally added, “I’ll talk to you, but not here.”
“What do I look like to you, Sark? A travel agent?” she replied. She slammed his chair into the table, garnering a glare and small grunt from Sark, and said, “You’ll tell me what I want to know.”
“You wouldn’t want this information divulged to the government, Agent Bristow,” he paused and motioned to the mirror. He shrugged and said, “Since you’re unwillingly to comply with my demands, I don’t believe we have anything further to discuss.”
And that was how it all started.
She tried to get on with things, to overlook what had happened and the meaningless conversation between the two of them. She thought about retiring from the CIA and taking a job as a teacher, getting on with the life she always wanted. She avoided her father. She smiled reassuringly in Vaughn’s direction whenever he questioned her mental stability or asked about the information she had found in the safe deposit box. She didn’t talk about it, not the folder’s contents or the mentioned link to Sark, with anyone and that, she decided, was the only thing she had going for her in this half-brained attempt to free the loathsome man.
Sydney slid her ID badge through the machine and two metal doors opened. She had been through these doors numerous times, but this was the first time she found herself studying it for possible escape routes. She smiled at the guard, who waved her in, and she said, “Prisoner 239?”
“All the way at the end. I wouldn’t get too close if I were you, Agent Bristow. He’s a feisty one.”
She nodded and made her way down the long hall, ignoring the whistles and obscenities being thrown at her. She stopped in front of Sark’s cell, where he was resting on his cot, totally oblivious to her presence. She found herself watching him for a moment, the way a man like Sark could lay there languidly despite the environment he found himself in. She could almost imagine him with guns pointed at his head and no worry evident in his body language at all. “He’d probably take a bite out of an apple,” she thought, forcing herself to clear her throat and to stop watching him.
His eyes opened and he smiled. He smiled like he had been expecting her. He probably had been. He stood himself up and said, “I take it you’ve reconsidered my offer.” Not much of a question, forcing Sydney to resist the urge to punch him across the face. But the last thing she needed now was to attract attention to herself.
Stay focused, stay focused, stay focused, she repeated silently, her new Buddhist chant. She glanced back down toward the guard. There was only one. As long as she got to him before he could signal for help, she might be able to pull this off.
Of course, it would change everything and she wasn't sure she was ready for another huge upheaval in her life.
to be continued...
Your Choices:
1) Sydney takes out the guard and gets Sark out only to be discovered by Vaughn.
2) Sydney takes the guard out and her and Sark make a clean get away where she discovers some information.
3) Sydney decides at the last minute not to let Sark out—and instead focuses on her other leads.
To cast your choice, go to
fandompoolside