Sark looked down at Allison's slumped body on the
floor, at the dark stain spread over her chest, and closed his eyes.
Nothing had changed when he opened his eyes.
He knelt and slid his hand beneath her hair, laid his fingers along her throat, feeling the fleeting, fleeing warmth still part of her skin, but there was no pulse. No life left in her. She hadn't understood. Rambaldi's formula could heal, not resurrect. Death would not be cheated this time.
He let his hand fall away.
Damn Tippin. She was just supposed to slow him down, separate him from Sydney for long enough. Sark had played out the charade, Sydney had recovered the Rambaldi box and its precious contents, they all should have gone home winners except the Covenant.
Wearily, he realized he had to keep moving.
He lifted his hand again and stroked the dark hair away from her face. The face she'd died with ... that made it her face now. Her eyes were closed. He was grateful for that. He caressed her cheek.
"I guess you really did fancy him, didn't you?" he murmured, then leaned forward and kissed her forehead. She could have killed Tippin. He knew it. "Good-bye, love."
He got to his feet, feeling old and empty, and walked away.
He didn't let himself look back.
Irina was waiting. He had made his choice and damn Lazarey for making him doubt. He'd need something to tell the Covenant, if she wanted him to continue as an agent-in-place. He kept his mind busy with logistics, consequence trees, even the dull throb of the headache he had, courtesy of Ms. Bristow. He didn't let himself think about Allison again until he was back on the Covenant jet with his phone in his hand and Irina speaking his name.
"Sark ...?"
"Your daughter has the tissue sample. Tippin killed Allison," Sark said bitterly. "Are you happy?" He pulled in a harsh breath. He knew she would hear everything he didn't say.
"Did you dispose of Lazarey?"
"The Covenant won't get anything from him."
"I'm sorry, Julian, but it was all necessary."
"All?" he asked. "Allison, too?"
"You know, Julian, you know," Irina said gently. "You know why I've done everything I've done, why I've asked this of you."
"I know," he whispered and closed his eyes, seeing Allison again. I know the truth.
The truth didn't set everybody free.
Irina told him softly, "You made the right choice, Julian."
Nothing had changed when he opened his eyes.
He knelt and slid his hand beneath her hair, laid his fingers along her throat, feeling the fleeting, fleeing warmth still part of her skin, but there was no pulse. No life left in her. She hadn't understood. Rambaldi's formula could heal, not resurrect. Death would not be cheated this time.
He let his hand fall away.
Damn Tippin. She was just supposed to slow him down, separate him from Sydney for long enough. Sark had played out the charade, Sydney had recovered the Rambaldi box and its precious contents, they all should have gone home winners except the Covenant.
Wearily, he realized he had to keep moving.
He lifted his hand again and stroked the dark hair away from her face. The face she'd died with ... that made it her face now. Her eyes were closed. He was grateful for that. He caressed her cheek.
"I guess you really did fancy him, didn't you?" he murmured, then leaned forward and kissed her forehead. She could have killed Tippin. He knew it. "Good-bye, love."
He got to his feet, feeling old and empty, and walked away.
He didn't let himself look back.
Irina was waiting. He had made his choice and damn Lazarey for making him doubt. He'd need something to tell the Covenant, if she wanted him to continue as an agent-in-place. He kept his mind busy with logistics, consequence trees, even the dull throb of the headache he had, courtesy of Ms. Bristow. He didn't let himself think about Allison again until he was back on the Covenant jet with his phone in his hand and Irina speaking his name.
"Sark ...?"
"Your daughter has the tissue sample. Tippin killed Allison," Sark said bitterly. "Are you happy?" He pulled in a harsh breath. He knew she would hear everything he didn't say.
"Did you dispose of Lazarey?"
"The Covenant won't get anything from him."
"I'm sorry, Julian, but it was all necessary."
"All?" he asked. "Allison, too?"
"You know, Julian, you know," Irina said gently. "You know why I've done everything I've done, why I've asked this of you."
"I know," he whispered and closed his eyes, seeing Allison again. I know the truth.
The truth didn't set everybody free.
Irina told him softly, "You made the right choice, Julian."
-fin
- Summary: Sark finds Allison and deals.
- Fandom: Due South
- Rating: Mature
- Warnings: none
- Author Notes:
- Date: 4.12.03
- Length: short
- Genre: gen
- Category: vignette
- Cast: Julian Sark
- Betas: none
- Disclaimer: Not for profit. Transformative work written for private entertainment.