nekare

This was... Really, really interesting to do, and I'm not entirely sure it's what you asked for. Really, I ship Sydney/Vaughn! I do!

Obsession
Alias – Vaguely Sark/Sydney – Wigs – 166 Words

Over the years, Sark has grown to hate wigs with a passion.

Paranoia is blooming inside him, and every back of a woman can hide the wretched Sydney Bristow, every flash of too-large sunglasses that hide the sometimes brown, sometimes blue, sometimes green eyes. (blue and green he says to himself, are only on his imagination, and he pulls the trigger to a sorority girl in California, a red-head photographer in Vienna.)

He pulls the hair of the women he fucks, pulls and pulls until their eyes are filled with tears and strands hang from his hand. Someday, he knows, a wig will slip off to show the brown hair he hates. Someday, he knows, so he keeps on pulling and firing and hating (and living).

Munich, and he slams agent Bristow into the wall and hears a bone break. He kisses her instead of killing her, and as he feels the bullet enter his stomach, he’s not surprised at all.

His day has come, after all.