Title: All Messed Up

Author: 28dOOMDoom28

Summary: Sequel to Over My Head (Better Off Dead)

Disclaimer: I don't have the pleasure of owning Alias T.T and the song used is All Messed Up by Sum 41

Chapter One .: Time Wasted :.

Another day wasted out of time

I can't get out of this

Altered state of mind

I'm going overboard

My conscience meets decline

Into reality

I know this can't be fine

It had been a month since Sydney had found herself in love with Sark and the only person who knew was Francie.

'Don't think about it here. Don't think about HIM here' she told herself as she twirled around in her chair at SD-6. Sark was still helping SD-6 but he hadn't shown up as often as he had used to. 'As long as you don't think about him you will be fine' she knew all she could do was think about him. "Damn it" she mumbled as she hit her head on the desk.

FLASH BACK

"I'm in love with Julian Sark!" Sydney cried out as she slammed the door to the bathroom. Francie looked up from the kitchen.

"Who's Julian?"

She froze in her tracks. 'Lie… say something' "He's a guy from work." She inwardly was rolling her eyes.

"Ok. Why haven't you mentioned him before then?" Sydney walked over to the kitchen and sat on one of the barstools trying to prolong the inevitable.

"Because I hate him"

"But you love him?"

"Yes." Sydney rested her head in her hands.

"Why do you hate him?"

'He's a cheating, lying, murderer, who doesn't care what he does to get what he want. Not to mention he's a terrorist.' "He's just rude and up himself. He thinks he's so good because he is British." 'There's that too'

"Why do you love him then?"

"I don't know. I truthfully don't know."

END FLASH BACK

"Damn it. Damn it. Damn it" Sydney hit her head on her desk 3 more times. 'You have got to get him out of your system. I know think about Vaughn.' She frowned. 'Damn it!' Her head hit the desk but didn't rise this time.

"You really shouldn't do that. You don't want to damage your pretty head do you?" The voice came from behind her and she immediately sat up and turned around to be met by blue eyes. 'Such nice eyes' she found herself staring into them.

"All of a sudden you sound so concerned for me" she knew it was harsh but she couldn't let her feelings show.

Smirk…

Glare…

"Sydney, can you take down any information Mr Sark may have to offer since he last visited SD-6" Sloane said appearing out of nowhere to break the mini battle apart. He always seemed to do that and when he did he made you wonder if he had some device which made him invisible. That or she was really out of it.

"Yes sir" she grabbed a pen, paper and led him into a small room with a table and chairs surrounding it. "So where did you go?" she asked.

"Russia. I had some deals I had to look after."

"Is that so?" she asked suspiciously.

"Yes it is." 'Sydney, why don't you ever trust me?' Sark asked himself.

"So what would you like to share with us?" her voice was harsh and her eyes didn't show how she felt for him in the slightest.

'I love you' "According to my sources you mother…Derevko was seen in Kashmir helping out Cuvee."

Sydney lifted her head in interest. "hmmm"

"Though much more I can not offer"

"Why not?" her mouth was partially opened.

'I just want to kiss you.' He shook his head and Sydney gave him a look. "It's classified and it's more need-to-know only" Sydney pouted and then did the trade mark Bristow glare, which was quickly becoming as powerful as Jacks.

Sark smirked in response, making Sydney glare harder.

"You are becoming more and more like her everyday"

She frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

Sark considered the question for a moment and then simply replied. "First there is that thing you both do with your hair. Then there are the looks. The way you work. They way you talk…"

"Enough already" Sydney cut in. "That woman means nothing to me! She's an evil heartless bitch!" she knew it was cruel but to everyone else she hated her mother. 'Sark, why can't you just keep your mouth shut. We don't have anything to kill bugs with here.'

Sark looked at her and immediately knew what she was thinking. "If that is all, I have things to do, places to be." He waited to Sydney to leave and then followed her out. "Tonight" he whispered as he brushed past her.

'Tonight? Tonight what? You obviously want to meet…why?" Sydney wondered as she went back to her desk.