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sarkraticmethod in amusebox

The internet is really, really great....

Jun 20, 2011 19:53

Who | Julian Sark (sarkraticmethod ) and Sydney Bristow (fucktennyson )
What | Sark needs to go back to his home on Whore Island, but, unfortunately, Sydney's stuck with him invading her comfy office life... And her crazy world-hopping spy life, but whatever.
Where | Credit Dauphine; aka the secret SD-6 office.
When | Alias mid-season two
Verse | Rat Within the Grain

( So grab your dick and double-click... )

who: julian sark | sarkraticmethod, [verse] rat within the grain, who: sydney bristow | fucktennyson

Comments 3

fucktennyson July 6 2011, 00:01:39 UTC

Sydney knew that he knew that she was standing there, which was why she was all the more outraged that he didn't seem to evince any concern at all when he turned around. Did Sark really think he could just get away with whatever he wanted anytime he felt like it?

To be honest with herself, she already knew the answer to that question.

But Sark wasn't stupid either. So he had to be reasonably assured that no matter what he was up to, it wasn't dangerous for Sydney to realize he was up to it.

She folded her arms across her chest, giving him the stare down.

"That's not your desk," she said bluntly, deciding to see what the hell he had to say for himself, before lowering herself to asking him. Her annoyance was plastered across her features, however.

sarkraticmethod November 6 2011, 12:05:06 UTC

"That would be because I don't have one." Because apparently having him working on the main floor was too much for some people and Sloane didn't want to have to field a myriad of complaints about how 'Mr. Sark keeps looking at me like he wants to eat my heart, make him stop.' It would be hilarious if... Sark were the type to find anything hilarious. Amusing? Better.

He swiveled his chair to face her. "But well done, Agent Bristow. I see your powers of observation continue to be impeccable."

fucktennyson December 4 2011, 20:08:53 UTC

She bristled internally at the jibe, but kept her face from registering any more irritation than was already there in the set of her jaw.

"You're going to learn what else I'm still impeccably capable of," she said stiffly, hitting each of her finally words with added weight, "if you don't. Move."