Drabble: Slippage (Alias; Sark)
For liminalliz, who requested Sark and gave me the prompt: 'The lady is a tramp.'
Sark and Peyton, post-finale. G. Sark learns from his mistakes.
She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, but it's ok
- Richard Rogers/Lorenz Hart, 'The Lady Is A Tramp'
Slippage
"A scuttled ship drifting on blood money and petrodollars," Peyton observed, aloud but apparently to herself, when they first arrived on the job in Sheik-country.
Sark slipped the shades off his eyes and took in the lush green golf course in the middle of the blazing desert, the shimmer of blue reflected sky on window-glass, and then his companion. Unsettling, how much she was lately reminding him of Irina in one of her more judgmental phases.
Some people adjusted to freedom from CIA custody by getting into messy (and ill-advised, certainly, but pretty harmless on the whole) liaisons with co-workers. Others started thinking in terms like "the bigger picture" and "history will decide". It's those ones that you had to watch.
"Lucky for us," he muttered finally. "My Swiss account isn't at all choosey about where our funds comes from so long as it's liquid." Theirs had been such a convenient and mutually profitable partnership; it would be such a shame, he thought, if she started to develop ideals now.
Sark had always been good at reading the warning signs on faces, if not necessarily at paying heed to them.
But Peyton wasn't Irina, and that made all the difference.
10 December 2007
Sark and Peyton, post-finale. G. Sark learns from his mistakes.
She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, but it's ok
- Richard Rogers/Lorenz Hart, 'The Lady Is A Tramp'
Slippage
"A scuttled ship drifting on blood money and petrodollars," Peyton observed, aloud but apparently to herself, when they first arrived on the job in Sheik-country.
Sark slipped the shades off his eyes and took in the lush green golf course in the middle of the blazing desert, the shimmer of blue reflected sky on window-glass, and then his companion. Unsettling, how much she was lately reminding him of Irina in one of her more judgmental phases.
Some people adjusted to freedom from CIA custody by getting into messy (and ill-advised, certainly, but pretty harmless on the whole) liaisons with co-workers. Others started thinking in terms like "the bigger picture" and "history will decide". It's those ones that you had to watch.
"Lucky for us," he muttered finally. "My Swiss account isn't at all choosey about where our funds comes from so long as it's liquid." Theirs had been such a convenient and mutually profitable partnership; it would be such a shame, he thought, if she started to develop ideals now.
Sark had always been good at reading the warning signs on faces, if not necessarily at paying heed to them.
But Peyton wasn't Irina, and that made all the difference.
10 December 2007