Alias Slash FicAThon
Title: Rules of the Game
Author: TopazAngel
Rating: I'd say NC17, but its probably closer to R (one short sex scene)
Fandom: Alias
Pairing: Lauren/Irina
Word Count: 1567
Spoilers: Season 3. Pretty much the whole thing.
Teaser: Sydney’s been killed, and Irina knows who did it.
Disclaimer: JJ Abrams owns all. I’m just using the characters for my own selfish reasons.
Notes: Alias SlashFicAThon entry. I don’t know that its as smutty as you wanted, but I really did try. But R is as far as I could get it to go. Also, you wanted character death, but you weren’t specific, so I played around with it. This really took a different direction than intended. I don't know why my muse always does this. *eyes her* Admittedly, there are some inconsistancies, but I tend to see that in my own fic when no one else does, so yay if you don't catch it. I'm very sorry if you do.
Written for GDaughter in the AliasSlashFicAThon.
Irina stood in the shadows. Watching. She watched as Lauren played the dutiful wife to Michael Vaughn. Pretended to be his crying shoulder.
Irina knew it was all an act. No one could be that supportive in this situation. It was clear to Irina that Vaughn was in love with Sydney. From the time she had come back into his life until the time she was gone again he hadn’t thought about anything else.
Lauren knew it too.
Irina watched as Vaughn walked from one room to the next, saying he just needed to rest. He wasn’t feeling well. Lauren looked sympathetic, but really she wasn’t. She wasn’t anything. Irina knew that look well. The look of betrayal.
As soon as the room was clear of Michael, Irina stepped from the bushes and knocked on the door of the home that Lauren and Michael shared.
Lauren opened it swiftly.
“Irina Derevko. I was beginning to think you were a myth,” Lauren stated coldly.
“Lauren Vaughn. You’re probably wondering why I’m here.”
“I have a few ideas in mind,” she hesitated slightly, “I’m assuming you know.”
“Know that you are a double agent?” she nodded, “yes. I know.”
“Why are you here exactly? To tell me that you understand? That you’ve been there before? Or are you going to tell me that I’m making a mistake? That I’ll regret it someday. That I’ll realize what I’m losing because of it. Because that’s what you did?” she questioned the other woman.
“No. I’m here because I know you killed my daughter,” Lauren opened her mouth to reply, but Irina wouldn’t allow it, “I don’t care what you do, or if you hurt Michael Vaughn. You could kill a hundred people, and I wouldn’t give a damn. But Sydney was my daughter.”
“Your daughter that you had in a fake marriage. Lauren Vaughn isn’t a reality. And neither was Laura Bristow. And you what? You feel guilty about what you did to Jack Bristow and your own daughter. You want more than anything to make up for the ‘mistakes’ you made, so you’re here to seek vengeance. You couldn’t even if you wanted to.”
“I suppose not. I’m a fugitive, and there is a CIA agent in the other room,” she paused slightly, a slight smirk forming on her lips, “You could call him in here if you wanted to. Tell him I’m here.”
“You know I can’t do that.”
“Oh right,” she nodded, “you’d risk blowing your cover. Can I ask you a question?”
“I’d really rather you not,” Lauren snapped, moving to slam the door on the other woman.
It was an inch from her face when Irina slammed her hand up, holding the door open. She was strong enough to keep Lauren from forcing it closed, even though Lauren was putting her weight into it.
“I’m sorry. I guess you thought you had a choice.”
“I will wake him up,” Lauren said forcefully, “I could easily say you’ve threatened my life. He would believe me.”
“I don’t think you’d do that,” Irina retorted. She crossed her arms in front of her, stepping away from the door, “you’re coming with me.”
“And what makes you think I’d do that?”
Irina stepped forward. She was standing less than an inch away from Lauren now. She was so close Lauren could feel Irina’s warm breath hitting her skin, “because you don’t have a choice.”
Lauren fell to the floor, and Irina picked up her. She closed the door quietly so as not to wake Vaughn, and carried Lauren to a car that was parked a few houses down.
*****
Irina pulled the car into the parking lot of a small, dingy looking hotel. She looked around to make sure they hadn’t been followed, and carried the other woman into a room.
Lauren woke up a few minutes later. She looked around, slightly confused. It wasn’t long before she remembered what had happened.
“Michael is going realize I’m not there.”
“If you make this easy on yourself, he won’t get the chance.”
“What do you want with me?”
“You already know the answer to that.”
“I suppose I do,” she hesitated, “You want to know why I did it. Why I killed Sydney Bristow.”
“I do.”
“I was told to. You know the rules of the game we play. You do what you are told, and you don’t get killed in the process. Sydney was an obstacle for the people I work for. She had to be dealt with, so I dealt with her.”
“I suppose I should have a certain level of understanding,” she shook her head, not wanting to relate to Lauren at this point in time, “Who do you work for?”
“Do you really think I would tell you that?”
Irina walked to the bed and sat on the edge, a slight smirk on her face, “I do.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I can keep you here as long as I want to. And the longer you are here, the more of a chance they have to figure out exactly what you are doing. That you are playing with their heads. And trust me they’ll find out,” she hesitated, “they always do.”
“What do you want with me?”
Irina looked away from her, staring at a spot on the wall, “have you ever been locked up? Separated from everything you’ve even known? Forced to stay away from the only family you’ve ever know? Its harder than you think,” she breathed in deeply, swallowing hard, “right now you think you have it figured out. You do your job, you get to live. But that’s not how it works. Believe it or not, there will come a day where you realize you made a mistake. You lost everything, and there is no one to blame but yourself.”
Lauren closed her eyes. She wasn’t hearing this. She didn’t want to hear this. She knew that Irina had been there. Irina had done the same thing she was doing, but that didn’t mean they were the same person. Lauren wouldn’t let herself feel guilty. It wasn’t in her nature.
“No offense Miss Derevko, but we are not the same person, and I’d much rather you leave me out of your self pity. I don’t feel sorry for what I’ve done, and I have no feelings for Michael Vaughn. Not everyone lets personal feelings get in the way of the job they have to do.”
Irina spun around to look Lauren face to face. She made it a point to make eyes contact with the other woman. Lauren looked away. That told Irina she was lying. She didn’t press the issue. She wanted to, but thought better of it.
“If that’s all, I think I’ll be going,” Lauren said, sitting up on the bed.
“I can’t make you apologize for my daughter’s death. I know that,” she hesitated, “but just think about what you will do when they ask you to kill him.”
Lauren stopped moving.
“They won’t do that.”
“Do you care?” Irina smirked.
“No,” she said too quickly.
She looked away from Irina, “I suppose you live with someone long enough and you get used to them.”
Irina moved closer to Lauren.
“I understand,” she whispered. Lauren could once again feel Irina’s breath on her skin. She thought of moving away, but couldn’t. Something was stopping her.
“What do you want?” she whispered again, looking up at Irina. But there was no fear or anger. She looked upset. Almost apologetic.
“I don’t want anything,” Irina said, inching closer to the other woman.
Lauren tried to hold herself back, but she couldn’t. There was something keeping her from moving away. She tried to force herself to move, but before she knew it the two women where only millimeters away from each other.
Lauren closed her eyes tightly. She hadn’t expected this. Tried to tell herself she didn’t want it. But something wasn’t allowing her to act on those thoughts.
She felt Irina’s lips touch her own. Soft at first, the kiss grew deep. Lauren parted her lips, and allowed Irina’s tongue to find its way into her mouth. The kiss was hungry. Passionate.
They fell back onto the bed. Irina explored Lauren’s body with her hands.
Lauren didn’t know why she was doing this. It wasn’t exactly something she made a habit of doing. But she couldn’t stop herself.
She felt Irina’s hand slip into her pajama bottoms, and let out a little groan as Irina moved two fingers inside her.
Lauren breathed heavily as Irina’s fingers explored her inside. She closed her eyes tightly. She wanted to believe this wasn’t happening, but she knew it was. She was in a hotel room, allowing Sydney Britsow’s mother do these things to her.
And she was enjoying it.
She moaned loudly as she reached her orgasm.
Irina stopped what she was doing, and sat up on the bed.
And it was over.
“This never happened,” she said, standing, “leave,” she added forcefully.
Lauren just nodded, and compiled herself. She didn’t want to say anything. It was obvious Irina didn’t want to hear it. She left.
Irina looked down at the ground, and looked back up.
She smirked slightly, pulling a cell phone from her pocket.
“The tracer’s been planted,” was all that she said before hanging up, and leaving the hotel room.
Hope you enjoy. :)
Author: TopazAngel
Rating: I'd say NC17, but its probably closer to R (one short sex scene)
Fandom: Alias
Pairing: Lauren/Irina
Word Count: 1567
Spoilers: Season 3. Pretty much the whole thing.
Teaser: Sydney’s been killed, and Irina knows who did it.
Disclaimer: JJ Abrams owns all. I’m just using the characters for my own selfish reasons.
Notes: Alias SlashFicAThon entry. I don’t know that its as smutty as you wanted, but I really did try. But R is as far as I could get it to go. Also, you wanted character death, but you weren’t specific, so I played around with it. This really took a different direction than intended. I don't know why my muse always does this. *eyes her* Admittedly, there are some inconsistancies, but I tend to see that in my own fic when no one else does, so yay if you don't catch it. I'm very sorry if you do.
Written for GDaughter in the AliasSlashFicAThon.
Irina stood in the shadows. Watching. She watched as Lauren played the dutiful wife to Michael Vaughn. Pretended to be his crying shoulder.
Irina knew it was all an act. No one could be that supportive in this situation. It was clear to Irina that Vaughn was in love with Sydney. From the time she had come back into his life until the time she was gone again he hadn’t thought about anything else.
Lauren knew it too.
Irina watched as Vaughn walked from one room to the next, saying he just needed to rest. He wasn’t feeling well. Lauren looked sympathetic, but really she wasn’t. She wasn’t anything. Irina knew that look well. The look of betrayal.
As soon as the room was clear of Michael, Irina stepped from the bushes and knocked on the door of the home that Lauren and Michael shared.
Lauren opened it swiftly.
“Irina Derevko. I was beginning to think you were a myth,” Lauren stated coldly.
“Lauren Vaughn. You’re probably wondering why I’m here.”
“I have a few ideas in mind,” she hesitated slightly, “I’m assuming you know.”
“Know that you are a double agent?” she nodded, “yes. I know.”
“Why are you here exactly? To tell me that you understand? That you’ve been there before? Or are you going to tell me that I’m making a mistake? That I’ll regret it someday. That I’ll realize what I’m losing because of it. Because that’s what you did?” she questioned the other woman.
“No. I’m here because I know you killed my daughter,” Lauren opened her mouth to reply, but Irina wouldn’t allow it, “I don’t care what you do, or if you hurt Michael Vaughn. You could kill a hundred people, and I wouldn’t give a damn. But Sydney was my daughter.”
“Your daughter that you had in a fake marriage. Lauren Vaughn isn’t a reality. And neither was Laura Bristow. And you what? You feel guilty about what you did to Jack Bristow and your own daughter. You want more than anything to make up for the ‘mistakes’ you made, so you’re here to seek vengeance. You couldn’t even if you wanted to.”
“I suppose not. I’m a fugitive, and there is a CIA agent in the other room,” she paused slightly, a slight smirk forming on her lips, “You could call him in here if you wanted to. Tell him I’m here.”
“You know I can’t do that.”
“Oh right,” she nodded, “you’d risk blowing your cover. Can I ask you a question?”
“I’d really rather you not,” Lauren snapped, moving to slam the door on the other woman.
It was an inch from her face when Irina slammed her hand up, holding the door open. She was strong enough to keep Lauren from forcing it closed, even though Lauren was putting her weight into it.
“I’m sorry. I guess you thought you had a choice.”
“I will wake him up,” Lauren said forcefully, “I could easily say you’ve threatened my life. He would believe me.”
“I don’t think you’d do that,” Irina retorted. She crossed her arms in front of her, stepping away from the door, “you’re coming with me.”
“And what makes you think I’d do that?”
Irina stepped forward. She was standing less than an inch away from Lauren now. She was so close Lauren could feel Irina’s warm breath hitting her skin, “because you don’t have a choice.”
Lauren fell to the floor, and Irina picked up her. She closed the door quietly so as not to wake Vaughn, and carried Lauren to a car that was parked a few houses down.
*****
Irina pulled the car into the parking lot of a small, dingy looking hotel. She looked around to make sure they hadn’t been followed, and carried the other woman into a room.
Lauren woke up a few minutes later. She looked around, slightly confused. It wasn’t long before she remembered what had happened.
“Michael is going realize I’m not there.”
“If you make this easy on yourself, he won’t get the chance.”
“What do you want with me?”
“You already know the answer to that.”
“I suppose I do,” she hesitated, “You want to know why I did it. Why I killed Sydney Bristow.”
“I do.”
“I was told to. You know the rules of the game we play. You do what you are told, and you don’t get killed in the process. Sydney was an obstacle for the people I work for. She had to be dealt with, so I dealt with her.”
“I suppose I should have a certain level of understanding,” she shook her head, not wanting to relate to Lauren at this point in time, “Who do you work for?”
“Do you really think I would tell you that?”
Irina walked to the bed and sat on the edge, a slight smirk on her face, “I do.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I can keep you here as long as I want to. And the longer you are here, the more of a chance they have to figure out exactly what you are doing. That you are playing with their heads. And trust me they’ll find out,” she hesitated, “they always do.”
“What do you want with me?”
Irina looked away from her, staring at a spot on the wall, “have you ever been locked up? Separated from everything you’ve even known? Forced to stay away from the only family you’ve ever know? Its harder than you think,” she breathed in deeply, swallowing hard, “right now you think you have it figured out. You do your job, you get to live. But that’s not how it works. Believe it or not, there will come a day where you realize you made a mistake. You lost everything, and there is no one to blame but yourself.”
Lauren closed her eyes. She wasn’t hearing this. She didn’t want to hear this. She knew that Irina had been there. Irina had done the same thing she was doing, but that didn’t mean they were the same person. Lauren wouldn’t let herself feel guilty. It wasn’t in her nature.
“No offense Miss Derevko, but we are not the same person, and I’d much rather you leave me out of your self pity. I don’t feel sorry for what I’ve done, and I have no feelings for Michael Vaughn. Not everyone lets personal feelings get in the way of the job they have to do.”
Irina spun around to look Lauren face to face. She made it a point to make eyes contact with the other woman. Lauren looked away. That told Irina she was lying. She didn’t press the issue. She wanted to, but thought better of it.
“If that’s all, I think I’ll be going,” Lauren said, sitting up on the bed.
“I can’t make you apologize for my daughter’s death. I know that,” she hesitated, “but just think about what you will do when they ask you to kill him.”
Lauren stopped moving.
“They won’t do that.”
“Do you care?” Irina smirked.
“No,” she said too quickly.
She looked away from Irina, “I suppose you live with someone long enough and you get used to them.”
Irina moved closer to Lauren.
“I understand,” she whispered. Lauren could once again feel Irina’s breath on her skin. She thought of moving away, but couldn’t. Something was stopping her.
“What do you want?” she whispered again, looking up at Irina. But there was no fear or anger. She looked upset. Almost apologetic.
“I don’t want anything,” Irina said, inching closer to the other woman.
Lauren tried to hold herself back, but she couldn’t. There was something keeping her from moving away. She tried to force herself to move, but before she knew it the two women where only millimeters away from each other.
Lauren closed her eyes tightly. She hadn’t expected this. Tried to tell herself she didn’t want it. But something wasn’t allowing her to act on those thoughts.
She felt Irina’s lips touch her own. Soft at first, the kiss grew deep. Lauren parted her lips, and allowed Irina’s tongue to find its way into her mouth. The kiss was hungry. Passionate.
They fell back onto the bed. Irina explored Lauren’s body with her hands.
Lauren didn’t know why she was doing this. It wasn’t exactly something she made a habit of doing. But she couldn’t stop herself.
She felt Irina’s hand slip into her pajama bottoms, and let out a little groan as Irina moved two fingers inside her.
Lauren breathed heavily as Irina’s fingers explored her inside. She closed her eyes tightly. She wanted to believe this wasn’t happening, but she knew it was. She was in a hotel room, allowing Sydney Britsow’s mother do these things to her.
And she was enjoying it.
She moaned loudly as she reached her orgasm.
Irina stopped what she was doing, and sat up on the bed.
And it was over.
“This never happened,” she said, standing, “leave,” she added forcefully.
Lauren just nodded, and compiled herself. She didn’t want to say anything. It was obvious Irina didn’t want to hear it. She left.
Irina looked down at the ground, and looked back up.
She smirked slightly, pulling a cell phone from her pocket.
“The tracer’s been planted,” was all that she said before hanging up, and leaving the hotel room.
Hope you enjoy. :)