You've been hearing about it for ever so long... there you go. The beginning of my Sarkney fic, now entitled "Same Calibre, Different Makes." While this prologue actually takes up a scene in season 2, the rest of the fic will veer AU from the end of S2 onward (as in, no two-year blank, just a continuation from Sydney killing Allison (yes, she kills her in my world)). Due to the fact that I do not hang out in the Alias fandom at all, I don't have anyone to beta this... any mistake is completely and utterly my own. (And if anyone feels in the mood for a beta job, I'd love it. I don't publish often, *cough*understatement*cough*, so I don't think it would be too tasking. However, I've got two more chapters - far, far more consequent than this - ready to be beta'ed!)
Title: Same Calibre, Different Makes
Part: Prologue - The Hammer
Rating: Up to R in later parts.
Disclaimer: No matter how much I'd like that, Sark doesn't belong to me. Neither do any of the others. (Not even Weiss. *sniffles*)
( Irina glances at Sark, whose face is an unreadable mask, then tilts her head backward and smiles again, a smile that is not meant for anyone to see. )
Title: Same Calibre, Different Makes
Part: Prologue - The Hammer
Rating: Up to R in later parts.
Disclaimer: No matter how much I'd like that, Sark doesn't belong to me. Neither do any of the others. (Not even Weiss. *sniffles*)
( Irina glances at Sark, whose face is an unreadable mask, then tilts her head backward and smiles again, a smile that is not meant for anyone to see. )