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Le Cauchemar by Becca (NC-17)
Hello! I’ll be your Alias driver this month and as those of you interested in the fandom know I really do sort or cling to Sydney/Sark stories but I am going to attempt to rec other pairings this time around. Although not the first rec. [i couldn't help myself]
Fandom: ALIAS
Pairing: Sydney/Sark
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
becca_radcgg
Author Website: Memories of Alias fic
Why this must be read: Sark tends to be one of the hardest characters to write and when done wrong very hard to read. This is a story where Sark is written so tragically, beautifully that you partly feel for his masochistic ways.
He’s cold and his loyalty can always switch depending on what’s in it for him. In season three Sark finds himself working with Lauren who he feels is incompetent and seeks out Sydney’s help to get rid of her. The latter of the story involves Sydney searching for revenge with Sark’s help. I think some of the best Alias fiction is that of which Sydney is very dark. Sarks always dreams of death, his death and it leaves you with a little insight into his twisted mind.
The writing is superb, bringing every little detail to life.
He’d been reduced to the position of a lackey, something that he had never thought himself capable of becoming. He should have gone back to freelancing. He’d always excelled in that particular line of work, not that he’d had any chance to be the contrary. If he hadn’t been as adept as he was at his work, he would have died a long time ago. But it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live. Regrets were for those who had time to remember those things. He wasn’t one of those people. He was a practical man well aware that he existed in a world of realized dreams. Of course those were the dreams of his superiors, the visionaries of the world. He had accepted long ago that his dreams would be inconsequential in relation to his work. His work merely served to keep him alive.
So this dream, like so many others before it, would be compartmentalized until one day it would be completely forgotten. It occurred to him fleetingly that buried things rarely stayed buried. They had an annoying tendency to resurface at the most inopportune times. But thinking about the future had never really been his strong suit.
Le Cauchemar
Fandom: ALIAS
Pairing: Sydney/Sark
Author on LJ:
becca_radcggAuthor Website: Memories of Alias fic
Why this must be read: Sark tends to be one of the hardest characters to write and when done wrong very hard to read. This is a story where Sark is written so tragically, beautifully that you partly feel for his masochistic ways.
He’s cold and his loyalty can always switch depending on what’s in it for him. In season three Sark finds himself working with Lauren who he feels is incompetent and seeks out Sydney’s help to get rid of her. The latter of the story involves Sydney searching for revenge with Sark’s help. I think some of the best Alias fiction is that of which Sydney is very dark. Sarks always dreams of death, his death and it leaves you with a little insight into his twisted mind.
The writing is superb, bringing every little detail to life.
He’d been reduced to the position of a lackey, something that he had never thought himself capable of becoming. He should have gone back to freelancing. He’d always excelled in that particular line of work, not that he’d had any chance to be the contrary. If he hadn’t been as adept as he was at his work, he would have died a long time ago. But it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live. Regrets were for those who had time to remember those things. He wasn’t one of those people. He was a practical man well aware that he existed in a world of realized dreams. Of course those were the dreams of his superiors, the visionaries of the world. He had accepted long ago that his dreams would be inconsequential in relation to his work. His work merely served to keep him alive.
So this dream, like so many others before it, would be compartmentalized until one day it would be completely forgotten. It occurred to him fleetingly that buried things rarely stayed buried. They had an annoying tendency to resurface at the most inopportune times. But thinking about the future had never really been his strong suit.
Le Cauchemar
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Ummm.... just wow.
Thank you!
My friend Ky just pointed me in this direction today. This is a huge honour for me. I... I'm not very articulate today, but thank you. Wow.
I'm glad that you liked the story so much. It's still so surreal to have people like my work so much.
Wow. Just wow!
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