[Alias/Chess] Never Reckoned On Coming Second
Title: Never Reckoned On Coming Second
Fandom: Alias/Chess
Author: kawaiispinel
Feedback: ... Is loverly.
Word Count: 983
Rating: PG
Characters: Katya, Irina, mentions of Molokov, Anatoly, and Svetlana.
Summary: In which Katya and Molokov have an intense rivalry and Irina is both amused and slightly annoyed by this.
Disclaimer: Alias is not mine and neither is Chess. The concept of merging them, however, should totally be canon and actually is in some sections of my head.
Author's Note: This has been sitting on my GoogleDocs forever, because I never could figure out if I liked it or not. I'm still not sure, but it's lonely and I felt it needed to see the light of day. Also it vaguely has relation to another itsproductivity prompt, so there's that. I really need to catch up on those.
Valiant timelines died in making this fic exist. Don't think about them, because it will probably hurt your brain. There could be chance that it works out, but... I don't know. AND PRETEND I KNOW WHICH OF THE DEREVKO SISTERS IS OLDEST/YOUNGEST. I'm iffy on Season Four at the moment. Um... *shifty*
"He does this every year."
Irina didn't look up from her book, considering this conversation had occurred every year since they graduated from the Academy and was getting to the point where it didn't even deserve her full attention anymore. "Yes, he does," she muttered absently. "And every year, you're surprised."
"Not surprised!" Katya protested, eyeing the box on the table like one might eye a nuclear bomb set to explode at any second. "Just mildly concerned about what could possibly be missing in Alexander's life that he would feel the need to send me thinly veiled threats every year. He knows I'm allergic to chocolate."
It wasn't often that Irina Derevko snorted, but that was precisely what she did the minute those words left her sister's lips. "Katya, he's not sending you thinly veiled threats. He's just being an irritating ass, per usual. It's no different from the Academy. He always was jealous of you."
"He also found me strangely attractive," Katya preened and Irina rolled her eyes from behind her book. "Alexander was a very silly little boy, wasn't he?"
Irina shrugged and turned the page in her book, despite the fact that she was fairly certain at this point that she hadn't actually gotten anything out of that previous page. Katya had a tendency to be more than a little distracting. Middle child syndrome or something- who really knew with her? "A silly little boy who will shoot you if you call him one. Perhaps if you didn't tease him..."
"I have never- Oh calling him a silly little boy is hardly teasing when it's completely true, Irina." She seemed so adamant about that fact that Irina actually had to look up at her to see if her face was really as serious as her voice. She was not disappointed.
She shook her head after a second of giving her sister a series of looks that older sisters can only give their younger sisters when they start acting like that, and tried to go back to her book, but eventually gave up on it, because she had a better idea in mind and it was a losing battle anyway. "You know I probably shouldn't tell you this..." She intentionally trailed off and then, once again, went back to her book with a shrug, only this time it was more or less just for show.
Katya was not about to leave that there. "What?" Irina merely shrugged again. "Irina, you can't keep classified information from your sister. It's not fair."
That would have been worthy of commenting on, but Irina decided not to bother. If she wanted to remain expressionless, she could have managed it, but considering this was her dear younger sister and not anyone she'd care to hide her emotions from, she smiled cheerfully, but kept her eyes firmly on her book. The smile, however, had its intended effect because Katya dropped to her knees and rested her head in Irina's lap in a manner that would be distracting to anyone who wasn't nearly as composed as Irina. "Irina, please tell me. What's Alexander up to?"
Irina simply murmured one word. "Sergievsky."
That also had its intended effect as Katya leapt to her feet, scowling. "Molokov gets Sergievsky? That was supposed to be my assignment."
"Katya, should I remind you that the last time you were around Anatoly Sergievsky, you flirted so shamelessly with him that his wife had you unceremoniously thrown out of her house? Remember? You threatened to shoot her and Khasinau had you relocated to Prague for a week to get whatever that was out of your system. You're lucky you didn't get much worse than that." That was mostly her doing, considering she had a good standing with Khasinau, although if Katya ever pulled a stunt like that again, she wouldn't be so quick to have her back... Or, well, she would, actually. Blood before country was a motto that her family didn't teach, but had become true over the years, especially between her and Katya. Elena tended to do her own thing and her older sisters left her to it.
"Anatoly hates Molokov," Katya scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest, deciding to completely ignore Irina's logic. "And Molokov doesn't like chess."
"He's developed an interesting fascination with it, apparently," Irina shrugged, still smiling. Honestly, she didn't care much for Alexander Molokov either, but getting Katya into a lather about anything was just amusing to her. Katya was amazing at keeping her emotions in check in field work just like any ranking operative, but normal social activity was a completely different animal. "He was more than eager to take the job. And, for the record, Anatoly hates the KGB, in general, even if he doesn't say as much. You can see it in his eyes anytime one of us is around him."
"Well, I'm a much better representative than Molokov."
Irina arched a brow. "Now you're just being petulant, Katya."
Katya merely scoffed and, after a moment's hesitation, snatched the chocolates off the table and skulked across the study towards her bedroom. Irina watched her for a second before deciding that asking would probably be the best thing to do in this situation. "Katya, what are you doing?"
"I'm sending Alexander's present back." She vanished into her room and slammed the door without another word.
Irina closed her book and sighed, crossing the room so that she could come to stand just outside the door. Her work was never done, it seemed. If she didn't love her sister so much, she'd almost be happy that her assignment in America was coming up soon. "Katya?"
"What?" Katya's muffled voice replied, slightly wary as if she already knew what Irina was going to say before she said it.
Irina leaned against the door and frowned deeply. "If you lace that box with explosives, I'll kill you myself, and I mean that out of love."
Fandom: Alias/Chess
Author: kawaiispinel
Feedback: ... Is loverly.
Word Count: 983
Rating: PG
Characters: Katya, Irina, mentions of Molokov, Anatoly, and Svetlana.
Summary: In which Katya and Molokov have an intense rivalry and Irina is both amused and slightly annoyed by this.
Disclaimer: Alias is not mine and neither is Chess. The concept of merging them, however, should totally be canon and actually is in some sections of my head.
Author's Note: This has been sitting on my GoogleDocs forever, because I never could figure out if I liked it or not. I'm still not sure, but it's lonely and I felt it needed to see the light of day. Also it vaguely has relation to another itsproductivity prompt, so there's that. I really need to catch up on those.
Valiant timelines died in making this fic exist. Don't think about them, because it will probably hurt your brain. There could be chance that it works out, but... I don't know. AND PRETEND I KNOW WHICH OF THE DEREVKO SISTERS IS OLDEST/YOUNGEST. I'm iffy on Season Four at the moment. Um... *shifty*
"He does this every year."
Irina didn't look up from her book, considering this conversation had occurred every year since they graduated from the Academy and was getting to the point where it didn't even deserve her full attention anymore. "Yes, he does," she muttered absently. "And every year, you're surprised."
"Not surprised!" Katya protested, eyeing the box on the table like one might eye a nuclear bomb set to explode at any second. "Just mildly concerned about what could possibly be missing in Alexander's life that he would feel the need to send me thinly veiled threats every year. He knows I'm allergic to chocolate."
It wasn't often that Irina Derevko snorted, but that was precisely what she did the minute those words left her sister's lips. "Katya, he's not sending you thinly veiled threats. He's just being an irritating ass, per usual. It's no different from the Academy. He always was jealous of you."
"He also found me strangely attractive," Katya preened and Irina rolled her eyes from behind her book. "Alexander was a very silly little boy, wasn't he?"
Irina shrugged and turned the page in her book, despite the fact that she was fairly certain at this point that she hadn't actually gotten anything out of that previous page. Katya had a tendency to be more than a little distracting. Middle child syndrome or something- who really knew with her? "A silly little boy who will shoot you if you call him one. Perhaps if you didn't tease him..."
"I have never- Oh calling him a silly little boy is hardly teasing when it's completely true, Irina." She seemed so adamant about that fact that Irina actually had to look up at her to see if her face was really as serious as her voice. She was not disappointed.
She shook her head after a second of giving her sister a series of looks that older sisters can only give their younger sisters when they start acting like that, and tried to go back to her book, but eventually gave up on it, because she had a better idea in mind and it was a losing battle anyway. "You know I probably shouldn't tell you this..." She intentionally trailed off and then, once again, went back to her book with a shrug, only this time it was more or less just for show.
Katya was not about to leave that there. "What?" Irina merely shrugged again. "Irina, you can't keep classified information from your sister. It's not fair."
That would have been worthy of commenting on, but Irina decided not to bother. If she wanted to remain expressionless, she could have managed it, but considering this was her dear younger sister and not anyone she'd care to hide her emotions from, she smiled cheerfully, but kept her eyes firmly on her book. The smile, however, had its intended effect because Katya dropped to her knees and rested her head in Irina's lap in a manner that would be distracting to anyone who wasn't nearly as composed as Irina. "Irina, please tell me. What's Alexander up to?"
Irina simply murmured one word. "Sergievsky."
That also had its intended effect as Katya leapt to her feet, scowling. "Molokov gets Sergievsky? That was supposed to be my assignment."
"Katya, should I remind you that the last time you were around Anatoly Sergievsky, you flirted so shamelessly with him that his wife had you unceremoniously thrown out of her house? Remember? You threatened to shoot her and Khasinau had you relocated to Prague for a week to get whatever that was out of your system. You're lucky you didn't get much worse than that." That was mostly her doing, considering she had a good standing with Khasinau, although if Katya ever pulled a stunt like that again, she wouldn't be so quick to have her back... Or, well, she would, actually. Blood before country was a motto that her family didn't teach, but had become true over the years, especially between her and Katya. Elena tended to do her own thing and her older sisters left her to it.
"Anatoly hates Molokov," Katya scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest, deciding to completely ignore Irina's logic. "And Molokov doesn't like chess."
"He's developed an interesting fascination with it, apparently," Irina shrugged, still smiling. Honestly, she didn't care much for Alexander Molokov either, but getting Katya into a lather about anything was just amusing to her. Katya was amazing at keeping her emotions in check in field work just like any ranking operative, but normal social activity was a completely different animal. "He was more than eager to take the job. And, for the record, Anatoly hates the KGB, in general, even if he doesn't say as much. You can see it in his eyes anytime one of us is around him."
"Well, I'm a much better representative than Molokov."
Irina arched a brow. "Now you're just being petulant, Katya."
Katya merely scoffed and, after a moment's hesitation, snatched the chocolates off the table and skulked across the study towards her bedroom. Irina watched her for a second before deciding that asking would probably be the best thing to do in this situation. "Katya, what are you doing?"
"I'm sending Alexander's present back." She vanished into her room and slammed the door without another word.
Irina closed her book and sighed, crossing the room so that she could come to stand just outside the door. Her work was never done, it seemed. If she didn't love her sister so much, she'd almost be happy that her assignment in America was coming up soon. "Katya?"
"What?" Katya's muffled voice replied, slightly wary as if she already knew what Irina was going to say before she said it.
Irina leaned against the door and frowned deeply. "If you lace that box with explosives, I'll kill you myself, and I mean that out of love."