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Hair -- Paris & Steel: So. Much. Love.
rchan wrote in 15_minute_fic
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Title: You Look So Fine
Fandom/original: Alias
Characters: Sark/Sydney (Sarkney)
Rating: PG
Word count: 680

With a swish of satin, she was sitting across him, legs splayed, straddling his lap, the heat of her covering him, filling him. He couldn't breathe for a moment, just stared and stared and felt that heat like a fire burning him up, consuming him whole.

It was all an act. Always an act. To think about that made him sick, so he never did any more. Just thought, what would it be like? For her to be his?

He knew how much she hated him, how her hate burned like the passion he felt for her that she would never know. But there was nothing he could do.


Let's pretend, happy end

It was quiet inside the shuttle. He assumed she refused to speak to him, so he just let her sit silently and didn't bother her. The air was dank and stale. He breathed it slowly, as if the oxygen would give out any second and he had to conserve it as best as possible.

He found himself staring at her neck, the curve of her chin, the pallor of her cheek. The brush of eyelash against skin. Her eyes flickered up toward him and he looked away, down at the knobs in front of him. He clicked them off and on a few times for good measure. He felt her gaze on him then. It hung in the air, her scrutiny of him.

Just once he wished she would find something there that she could like at all.


They were under attack.

Bullets and shards of glass rained down at them from above, the debris in the air blinding them both for a moment, and when he looked up he saw what he never thought he'd live to see. She was down. Out. Cold.

Heart beating as though it were trying to claw its way out of his chest, he ran to her, held her for a millisecond before scooping her up, dodging automatic gunfire coming from what seemed like everywhere. And he ran, ran, ran.

He never thought himself a coward. He wasn't. But he knew when he was beat, and now was that time and so he had run. Protection the only thing on his mind.


She awoke, hours later, in the safe house.

"W-what happened?" Voice raspy from her involuntary slumber.

"Ambush. You were hit." He left it there, his accent clipped. He kept everyone an arm's length away, always.

She looked around the room, taking in the sparse surroundings, registering, then let her head fall back on the pillow once more.

Her voice came from somewhere inside his brain, or a mile away, he couldn't be sure. Either way he was not expecting it.

"I wonder what you would be like, in another life. If you hadn't chosen this--" She sat up. "You could have been... You could be... different."

Not so cruel. He could feel her thinking.

He smirked in his signature way and shrugged, but had no response to give.

She looked at him for a long time then. Longer than he ever remembered. Really looked. He almost couldn't bear it. Like she could see inside his soul.

Then it was as if she had looked forever and found him ultimately wanting, as expected. She sighed and lay back down. They didn't speak again until extraction.


If he had been different... He shuddered and clamped down the tears, refused to let them come. But it hurt to think. He had made his choice, made his bed -- the one he never would have made if he'd known someone like Sydney Bristow existed in this world.

But then, she had said something. Gave him a moment of her thoughts. Sitting next to her in the chopper, not touching her (just), he caught her reflection in his window and thought.

Maybe there was a glimmer of hope after all...

He allowed himself a small smile - a real one - as they zoomed over the earth toward HQ.

He decided not to give up yet.

Not just yet.

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