Title: Toaster!

Author: 28dOOMDoom28

Summary: AU Sark is the new kid at school. Syd is just a girl and Vauhgn is her boyfriend. What does this equation qual? Sarkney

Disclaimer: I don't own alias and I don't own cheese…it's just icky .

Chapter One.:Ñoobie:.

Just another day. Just another minute. Just another class. That's exactly how Sydney Bristow viewed life. She didn't acknowledge the good or evil in the world because all she knew was the school life and her friends.

"Syd, how was your weekend?" Francie Calfo asked. Francie was Sydney's best friend. They had known each other since Yr 7. That was years ago and now they were entering Yr 10. Sydney spotted her new locker and went to it. It was yet to have pictures of hot celebrities and so she made a face each time she saw it.

"Remind me to add some decorations soon otherwise I will go insane." She said before pausing. "And my weekend was…as normal as it gets for me" she replied as she grabbed her books and slammed the door shut.

"Your dad went on another trip?"

"Yea. I don't understand how selling airplane parts means going on all these trips." She replied grimly before cheering up. 'Ever since mum died he hasn't been able to look at me…it's like he doesn't want to think of mum…' Inside she was still upset and was trying to find some answers.

"Don't worry about it girls" a young tall brunette boy said from behind them. Sydney turned around and gave him a hug.

"Vaughn! It feels like I haven't seen you in ages"

"I know…2 days is a long time" Michael Vaughn replied playfully and so he got punched. "Hey!" they all just laughed.

After calming down they began to walk towards their first class…English. They found their seats and immediately noticed the blonde boy.

"Is he new?" Sydney asked.

"Yea. He just transferred from Britain, is what I heard" Vaughn replied.

"He doesn't look at if he known anyone." She noticed.

"Then let's go ask if he wants to sit with us." Francie encouraged. They all stood up and went over to him.

"Ummm…Hi" Francie started but was at a loss of words.

"Hey…I'm Sydney. This here is Francie and this is Vaughn," she pointed to her friends. "We noticed that you weren't sitting with anybody and thought we'd invite you to come sit with us."

"Hello. I am Julian Sark, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"So would you like to sit with us?" Francie asked quickly as she noticed the "popular" group near them.

Just as Sark opened his mouth to reply a blonde girl tapped him on the shoulder.

"You don't want to sit with those losers. Come sit with us" she motioned to the group standing behind her.

"No thanks. Those "losers" asked first and seem like nicer people."

"Whatever it's your social suicide." The girl turned on her heel and waked off with the group following close behind her.

SARKS POV

When that blonde girl asked me if I would like to join their group I almost jumped at the chance but I knew that I had to insinuate myself into Bristow's life.

"You didn't have to do that, you know" The boy said. 'What was his name? Vaughn…it must be his last name…I think Captain wrinkles suits him much better; I laugh inwardly but show no sign of it on my face.

"I know, but who would like to be associated with those type of people?" I defended. 'I would' being at the top and having power were one of the things I wanted the most.

"Everyone" Francie replied.

"Including you" Sydney added quietly. Her friends didn't hear her but I certainly did. I looked at her as though I hadn't heard her and smiled. 'She may be more like her mother then I thought.'

"Class, take your seats" the teacher ordered as she walked in. She was one of the ugliest people I have ever seen. She was a short, fake haired old lady. "As some of you may have notice we have a new student. Julian Sark…will you please stand?" I saw myself strangling her with my bare hands.

'I should have more control then this'

GENERAL POV

After Sark stood up the class was average. People were passing notes while the teacher blabbed on about nothing important.

"Julian" Sydney whispered. Sark didn't look away from the teacher.

"Yeah?" It barely looked as if he had said anything but Sydney knew better then that.

"What classes do you have today?" Sark opened a folder and took out his timetable. It read:

MONDAY….p1.English p2. Maths p3. Art p4. Science p.5 Science p.6 History p.7 P.E (A/N: I only have 4 periods in one day, so I made it up that there were 7…I'm not sure where the lunch or recess breaks should be)

"I have Science, Art and History with you." She said. "I can show you around if you'd like"

"Thank you" Sark knew she was only being nice by saying that. They then resumed their "I'M-LISTENING-TO-THE-TEACHER" face and drifted off into their own thoughts.

Ok…tell me what you think and if anyone can help me with the time table problem…it would be most appreciated.

OH and if you didn't understand where the title fits in you will soon…and yes it does have a little to do with the Irina/Jack toaster thing…soon you will understand.

NEXT WEEK ON ALIAS…I MEAN TOASTER:

What happens at the end of the day at school? Sydney invites Sark over to her house…a meeting with Jack Bristow (a/n? I know…SCARY . LOL)