Title: "Alias - Drabble/Ficlet 02"
Author: Hecate
Fandom: Alias
Rating: PG 13
Pairing, Character: Vaughn/Sydney, Sark/Caplan implied
Summary: You want us to help you?
Disclaimer: Not mine. No money made.
Note: Unbetaed.

It´s been years since he has seen Sark in person for the last time, it´s been weeks since he has seen him on a picture. It still doesn´t surprise Vaughn to find him in his living room, sitting on the couch as if he belonged there, talking to Sydney with a smirk on his face.

Sydney has a gun on her lap, glaring at Sark, shooting glances to the kids´ rooms sometimes. Sark doesn´t seem to care, he never follows her eyes, only looks at her, and it´s only when Vaughn coughs that he looks away.

“Oh, hello Michael.’

Vaughn frowns, stepping closer and pulling out his gun before he sits down beside Sydney. “Sark.’

“As I was telling your wife, our favourite Rambaldi fan has managed to escape. He has contacted me, made me some interesting offers, but unfortunately he has also lost his mind. Completely this time.’

“Sark wants us to help him with stopping Sloane.’

Sydney´s voice sounds amused and angry, and for a moment Vaughn doesn´t know if he should stare at Sark or laugh at him.

“You want us to help you?’

Sark smiles at him then, all charm and ease, and nods. “Yes. Of course, it would also save you and your family from any trouble Sloane might create for you. And he will, be sure of that.’

Vaughn knows Sark is right, knows Sloane will be after them, that the chances are high that he would find them. Still, this is Sark, and all Sark ever did was betraying them.

“We could shoot you now and take care of Sloane ourselves. Make sure that you´ll never tell anybody where to find us.’

A snort, a short laugh and then Vaughn hears steps behind them and whirls around, gun pointing at a vaguely familiar man. When Sark speaks again Vaughn doesn´t turn around, trusting Sydney to keep an eye on Sark while he watches the other man.

“That would be a stupid move. See, in order to get rid of Sloane again you need some calculations. Calculations your whizkid at the CIA couldn´t make. But Caplan here can do them. And you don´t get him without me.’

Vaughn remembers the man then, remembers an old case, and he takes a long look at Caplan. All he sees are changes and a new danger, edges and cuts.

“See, when Sloane came back he looked for Caplan first. He found his wife instead. You all know how that story ends. Now he works with me.’

There´s a smirk in Sark´s word, a sound Vaughn heard before, but back then Sark used to talk about Sydney this way.

“So, what do you think? The four of us against Sloane?’

Sydney says yes and Vaughn nods, and for a moment the whole thing almost sounds like a good idea. Minutes later Vaughn isn't so sure anymore but then it already had stopped to matter.