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Somewhere Along The Way series by Brix (NC-17)
Hola, I'm Steph, and I get the dubious distinction of driving the crack van for Alias a mere week after the whacked out season finale. I will do my best. You should know that like many in the fandom, I'm fond of Sark and slash, so you'll be seeing a lot of that here, though I'll try to mix it up a bit too. My first two recs are Sark/Weiss stories, because I love Sark and I love Weiss, so why wouldn't I love them together?
Fandom: ALIAS
Pairing: Julian Sark/Eric Weiss
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shadesofbrixton
Author Website: here
Why this must be read:
I'll be honest. Pretty much the main reason I signed up to drive for Alias is so I'd get to rec this story. Brix has already been mentioned here a zillion times, which is why I'm surprised this story never got its due. Weiss is perfectly Weiss, which you won't doubt if you've read Brix's other stories. She obviously has great affection for him, and it shows in everything she writes. Sark here is sly, seductive and full of chutzpah. It takes place probably...mid-second season, but I'm not sure, and it's not really important anyway. Just realize that these were the days before Lauren and Nadia.
The plot is a bit like a game of tag. They're both attracted to each other (though Weiss feels understandably appalled at the same time), and Sark, ever the hedonist, decides to take what he wants, much to Weiss's shock. One person makes a move and the other follows, until finally Sark gets sick of the game and settles things once and for all. There's kidnapping, double crossing, sex and sarcastic banter the way that only Weiss and Sark can do it.
He studied Weiss as the agent tried to come up with a response before adding in disbelief, "Tippin?"
Weiss shrugged. Sark laughed his cutting laugh. "Have you seen the man's hands? Honestly, Eric."
They were both silent for a moment, Weiss trying to come up with something equally witty as a rebuttal and failing. Curiosity overcame him. "What's wrong with his hands?"
Sark had closed his eyes again, but was still propped back on his elbows. "They're not yours." He smiled, and got that Look again, but this time he didn't have his cobalt eyes boring through Weiss, so Weiss felt marginally safe.
Somewhere Along The Way
And Then Again
Having
Fandom: ALIAS
Pairing: Julian Sark/Eric Weiss
Author on LJ:
shadesofbrixtonAuthor Website: here
Why this must be read:
I'll be honest. Pretty much the main reason I signed up to drive for Alias is so I'd get to rec this story. Brix has already been mentioned here a zillion times, which is why I'm surprised this story never got its due. Weiss is perfectly Weiss, which you won't doubt if you've read Brix's other stories. She obviously has great affection for him, and it shows in everything she writes. Sark here is sly, seductive and full of chutzpah. It takes place probably...mid-second season, but I'm not sure, and it's not really important anyway. Just realize that these were the days before Lauren and Nadia.
The plot is a bit like a game of tag. They're both attracted to each other (though Weiss feels understandably appalled at the same time), and Sark, ever the hedonist, decides to take what he wants, much to Weiss's shock. One person makes a move and the other follows, until finally Sark gets sick of the game and settles things once and for all. There's kidnapping, double crossing, sex and sarcastic banter the way that only Weiss and Sark can do it.
He studied Weiss as the agent tried to come up with a response before adding in disbelief, "Tippin?"
Weiss shrugged. Sark laughed his cutting laugh. "Have you seen the man's hands? Honestly, Eric."
They were both silent for a moment, Weiss trying to come up with something equally witty as a rebuttal and failing. Curiosity overcame him. "What's wrong with his hands?"
Sark had closed his eyes again, but was still propped back on his elbows. "They're not yours." He smiled, and got that Look again, but this time he didn't have his cobalt eyes boring through Weiss, so Weiss felt marginally safe.
Somewhere Along The Way
And Then Again
Having