Vandalized (0)
Posted 13 July, 2007 in D: 2003, F: Alias, Pairing: Slash, Rating: PG13
written for celli in the sarkfic secret santa 2003.
Weiss tries and fails, upon getting out of the taxi in front of the Radisson Hotel, to balance three bottles of wine and a plate of weird assorted deli cheeses. “Crap,” he grunts as the cheeses begin the inevitable slide onto the sidewalk.
Luckily Sydney is there to help. “Are you my official cheese-catcher?” he asks as she slides lightly out of the seat behind him and grabs the platter. She smiles.
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Knock the Smile Off My Face (0)
Posted 12 July, 2007 in D: Unknown, F: Alias, Pairing: None, Rating: PG13
for the “elizabeth smart challenge” (using a line from her poetry).
When the incendiaries lit the sky
A face smiled its divine calligraphy:
It was Helen crowned with Troy’s debris.
–Elizabeth Smart. “Love in Wartime.”
The image wakes him out of an already uneasy sleep: Sydney, standing in the middle of the office, looking pleadingly at him, wanting him to understand. It hadn’t been that long ago: she’d been dressed in black and looking like a Valkyrie, calling war down on her enemies. But in the middle of chaos, she’d spared a glance for him, as if she knew what he was thinking. Retrospectively, she probably had.
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Smart Boy (0)
Posted 12 July, 2007 in D: Unknown, F: Alias, F: Angel, F: Crossover, Pairing: Het, Rating: PG13
Many thanks to Celli for her kind (and discerning) beta.
“Her memory still lingers
cause I burned all my fingers”
–Tom Petty
It’s not a dark alley they meet in, but a vast, brightly lit ballroom in Los Angeles. The Radisson Hotel, shiny and tall in the midst of many other shiny buildings, is virtually deserted at one in the afternoon. Sark feels uncomfortable standing in the middle of the blank hardwood floor, holding nothing in his hands, a tenet dictated by his contact, Lilah Morgan.
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The Bright Altar of the Dashboard (0)
Posted 11 July, 2007 in D: 2003, F: Alias, F: Crossover, F: Everwood, Pairing: Slash, Rating: R
a chance meeting, a dark road, a very fast car, and the key to it.
Dedicated to my friend Emma C., who let me drive her Mercedes CLX 320 and never complained about the shitty way I handled the power steering.
Between Past & Present Tense (0)
Posted 11 July, 2007 in D: 2003, F: Alias, Pairing: None, Rating: R
This story was remixed into the Stories About Girlfriends remix, by Shaye.For the Iconography Challenge, using this icon:
Here’s to all our vice
and our secret double life.
I’ll sleep with one eye open,
maybe you’ll save my life.
–New Amsterdams. All Our Vice.