TITLE: Clever Girl

SERIES: Alias

AUTHOR: Dreiser

YAHOO/AOL IM: dreiser3

CONTENT: F/F romance. F/F sex. Sydney/Lauren.

SUMMARY: Throughout her life Lauren Reed was always told she was a clever girl by

her friends and family. She never had a reason to doubt the truth of the statement... until she met Agent Sydney Bristow.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my Sydney action figure. Damn, she's sexy plastic!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This fic is mostly Lauren's thoughts with a few naughty moments thrown in. I know this could probably never happen in the canon, but hell, it's a fun idea to think about, isn't it now?

Clever Girl

By: Dreiser

"Ah, Lauren, there's my clever girl."

How many times had she heard those words pass through her father's lips? A countless number, she was sure, because only hearing it that much would make her believe in it so absolutely. Which made it being proven wrong all the more disturbing.

It hadn't happened right away... after all, no one could suddenly go from being clever to not in a short span of time. The cleverness had to fade away, lazily waning from lack of effort to sustain it. Perhaps that's what it was. Then there was the horrible truth that maybe she was never clever at all. That it had been a lie.

Surely that couldn't be it. No, that wasn't right. She was clever only now she simply wasn't clever enough. Not to properly deal with Sydney like she was ordered. But she knew why that was...

Never Agent Bristow, never Bristow, never she, never her, never the ex-girlfriend, never the jealous lover, never any of these things in Lauren's mind. She was Sydney and easily put? In her mind she was the sole image of a beautiful and deadly perfection.

The plans had been made so very long ago, how this was to occur and Lauren, being the clever girl that she was, knew they could not be allowed to alter. She had to play her role as it had been arranged but it was paining her. Only it wasn't for the reasons those closest to her assumed... she didn't care about her betrayal to Michael, the C.I.A., or even her own family. No, it pained Lauren far more that Sydney, the splendidly lethal Sydney, would be so very bothered by no longer having a man who didn't possess the smallest measure of her own innate genius.

There was nothing extraordinary about Michael. Certainly he was a good man, a honest man, a loyal man, and even a handsome man but that hardly made him special in their ranks. It saddened Lauren to think on it, Sydney pining for someone so unworthy.

Even Lauren with her deception and lies was better fit.

For she at least saw Sydney for what she really was, a spectacular shining star that was destined for greatness. Someone meant to lead others, whose beauty ran deep with both her capacity for endless kindness and horrifying rage. She was the great spectrum of the natural emotions of man and when she was in action? Oh, she was a sight to behold.

What did Michael see when he looked at her dangerous lily? He saw an innocent, who was lost and needing help, someone who relied on his strength and guidance. In other words, he saw anything but the real Sydney and for that Lauren loathed him.

If she was truly as clever as they said she was then Sydney would be hers by now. She would've found some way to execute their careful well laid plans and still make Sydney her own... if she was a clever girl. Sadly though, as said before, Lauren simply was not clever enough and for that she grieved.

Though only for a few scarce moments because she did have work to do. Plans to reveal and moves to make, both seen and unseen by the multitude of eyes she knew to be watching her covertly in the shadows. Chief among them being Sydney's.

And oh, when Michael was away, how did she play. In the sleek darkness, shadows bouncing off the dim light of the single lamp lit far into the corner Lauren closed her eyes and she touched herself and she imagined Sydney was with her. Twisting and writhing and sweating and crying and god, just thinking of it was more than she had experienced in all her clever years and it made her want for the real thing so very badly she could taste it on her lips as if it was Sydney herself.

Sticky and sweet and intoxicating.

Days past and weeks went by and slowly, imagining wasn't enough for Lauren. The plans were going so very well and she somehow felt as if was becoming more clever. Which was why she allowed herself this one small indulgence. A night on the town, carousing through the local lesbian bars until she finally found the perfect specimen. Shoulder length brown hair, nothing all that impressive, large doe eyes, and lips... full kissable lips made for sucking and biting and everything good in this world.

Lauren dragged her to a hotel and fucked her blind. Fucked her until she became the glorious image of Sydney and she could believe it was the other woman with her. When she left her companion deep in slumber in the wrecked and ripped sheets of the bed they had shared so enthusiastically, Lauren almost felt satisfied.

Of course the feeling couldn't last.

The photographs made a dull slapping sound when they hit her desk and staring at them Lauren supposed that Sydney wanted her to be shocked or perhaps worried that they did in fact exist. There was a flaw in that thinking though and the flaw existed simply because it relied on the idea that Lauren hadn't known they were taken.

When in reality, she had always known. In fact, she had expected it. So Lauren calmly flipped through the photographs and turned her chair slightly to smile up at Sydney whose features were set in a severe frown.

"I fancy this one," Lauren confessed, holding up the photograph that had her fingers buried deep inside the look alike who was arched high off the bed in ecstasy. "Don't you?"

"You're sick," hissed Sydney, invading Lauren's personal space, leaving their faces scant inches apart. "When I show these to Vaughn--"

"Oh? You mean to show them to Michael, do you?" Lauren tilted her head now, considering Sydney with lidded eyes. Rising to her feet with an easy catlike grace, her lips quirked up in a smile and she murmured, "Best of luck with that."

"How could you do this?" Sydney snarled, grabbing Lauren's arms and holding her tight. "Don't you care about him at all? Why did you do this?! What was the reason?"

Chuckling softly, Lauren moved forward in Sydney's hold, smirking at the flinch the other woman gave before she whispered in her ear, "Because it was what I wanted." Then she heard a low growl emerge from Sydney's throat and pulled back to meet their eyes in a fierce gaze as she said, "Just as I want this."

The kiss was hard and deep and real and harsh with the slightest taste of blood mixing as their tongues entangled. Soon it became evident that Lauren wasn't the only one who was taking what she wanted, although on Sydney's part perhaps it was more punishment than pleasure. Not that it mattered very much to Lauren.

Slammed into the wall that was rough on her skin, scratching her as Sydney pulled her pants open, popping a button as she continued to kiss her so deep... deeper than she thought anyone could go. Lauren was lost and it was all she could do to stand as those long fingers slipped into her making her gasp at the wonderful invasion.

It was just like that night with the look alike only now she was the one being fucked good and ready, making Lauren think that perhaps Sydney liked what she saw. Certainly that would explain the delicious rage and passion in their embrace. And as those fingers went further inside than anything had before, touching her in places she hadn't known existed, she relished the idea. Because it meant that maybe this wasn't the end.

When the orgasm hit Lauren, fast and hard, making her grasp Sydney tight, her fingers biting into delicate skin as she breathed hard into a soft neck that smelled of lilies, for the first time in a very long while she smiled a true and honest smile. They remained coiled around one another until Sydney pulled back and studied Lauren with the veiled gaze that she had come to appreciate because it revealed nothing and everything at the same time. Long fingers, still wet from their encounter, brushed a lock of hair from her eyes and a wistful hint of a smile formed on full lips often dreamed of.

"I wanted that," Sydney admitted in husky tones. Releasing a quivering sigh, she weakly collapsed into Lauren and whispered, "I wanted that."

Gathering the broken woman into her arms, Lauren soothed her with quiet nonsense murmurs and gentle touches, while a serpent's smile worked its way across her face. It appeared there was nothing to worry about, indeed she was as she always had been.

A very clever girl who had the unfortunate penchant for being wicked as well.

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