For misssimm's fic challenge. Requirements:
Fandom: Alias
Pairing: Sark/Sydney
Line: "It all comes crashing down."
Characters belong to ABC and JJ Abrams. No infringement intended, blah blah.
Hmmm, PG or PG-13. No specific spoilers I think.
My first ever Alias ficlet. Feedback would rock.
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Sydney's dead.
Her heart still beats, her mouth still breathes, her pulse still beats from her neck-
thud
thud
thud
-but she died a long time ago.
She thinks somehow that he knows - even when all the proof he has of her presence is the sound of her approaching footsteps - that the security cameras have been deactivated. That no one will be coming to disturb them.
That they're alone.
Still, this is Sark after all. He betrays nothing as she steps into view of his cell, simply sitting on the edge of his bunk, so completely comfortable in his skin as he stares at the floor almost as if it were saying something particularly amusing.
Maybe for him it is.
Entering the command she waits for the door to his cell to open, and then she's walking inside, not waiting for the door to close; not caring if it doesn't.
He looks up only when her right hand grabs his chin, tilts his face towards hers.
She says the one thing she's feeling at that moment. "I hate you."
"Yes," he replies, for once not smug, not amused, holding her gaze. "I would imagine that you do."
He moves up or she moves down; something happens and his lips are on hers, her legs straddling his body, hands over and under clothing.
"I hate you," she repeats.
He smiles against her mouth, hands almost around her throat, and it all comes crashing down. "I know."
~FINIS