And I Am Weary, by Tahlia (PG13)

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Fandom: ALIAS
Pairing: Irina/Sloane
Author on LJ: daygloparker
Author’s Website: my muse wears prada
Why this must be read:

This is an interesting look at one of season three’s plot twists, and at Irina as a person. Irina, as shown in canon, was always in control, one step ahead of everyone else. Here, we are shown a younger and more vulnerable Irina--and we see how the events within this story help her to become harder and more dangerous in the years to come.

Arvin shook his head. "You're a horrible woman, Laura."

It hit her like a ton of bricks. His words stuck in the back of her throat, tasting rotten. Carefully, slowly, she raised her eyes to his, trying desperately not to look suspicious. To not see the accusation she thought she heard in his voice. Lately, things were becoming more difficult. Someone had pulled her file in Moscow.

She forced a smile. "What do you mean?"

He licked his lips, waiting for the kill. "Leaving this pie out in the open to tempt everyone."

Oh, God. The pie. She hoped she didn't look as relieved as she was, so she bowed her head, pretending to hide a small laugh.

"It's about willpower," she murmured to the countertop.

"Willpower?" By now, the dish from the refrigerator was in her hands, and she was moving toward the dining room. Her back was to him again when he spoke: "Kak dva pal'tsa obossat'!"

She froze.

And I Am Weary