Title: My Charade is the Event of the Season
Characters: Descant, Sark
Word Count: 1534
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Des had no obligations to inform Sark of what happened, but he needed the distraction.
Notes: It is never a good idea to let your two most aggravating headvoices talk... Especially when they dislike each other. But apparently they are capable of having at least one decent conversation about... Not decent things. Or something. And ideally, I'd archive my older Riftfic, but, uh, I got distracted my shiny new fic things. And stuff.
Disclaimer: Sark belongs to JJ Abrams. Des is mine. Thank you and good night.
Masquerading as a man with a reason, my charade is the event of the season.