AN: Sorry it took me a while to get this up. I am a little slow with the updates, because I tend to end up reading stories rather than writing my own. oops. I like this chapter, because it has quite a bit of SydSark interaction. Okay, so basically the whole chapter is about their relationship.

Thank you to all of you who took the time to review. It really means a lot to me that you did that.

Anyway, on with the chapter called Enchantment Passing Through (another AIDA song)

Enchantment Passing Through

Sydney left the Operations Center and went to her apartment. She quickly changed into running clothes and set off for a run around a nearby park to try to clear her head. Suddenly, an idea came to her and she went to the nearest telephone booth to make a call to a number she knew by heart. She just hoped it hadn't changed in the last five years. As she dialed the number, her heart fluttered at the prospect of hearing that sexy British accent.

"Hello?" Sydney's heart flew. The number for Julian Sark's cell phone number hadn't changed. As she heard his British accent, heard the voice she knew anywhere, she froze and forgot what she had wanted to say.

"Hello?" Sark asked again impatiently. He was annoyed by the phone call, as he was a busy man.

"Julian," Sydney said, and Sark's heart stopped. He knew that voice. He hadn't heard it in five years, but he knew it was Sydney.

"Sydney? Is that you?" he croaked out.

"Yeah." Sydney answered quietly. "Listen, Julian, um…the CIA wants you brought in. They say you are an international terrorist. Sark, I just wanted to warn you". Sark stared at his phone in silence. This broken Sydney was not the one he was used to, and it broke his heart that he was the one that broke her.

After a long moment he replied, "Thank you Sydney. I assume they are sending you after me?"

She paused. She was amazed that even after all these years he knew both her and the CIA so well. "Yeah" she said finally. "I tried to say no, but…"

"You're the best" he finished for her. "Don't worry, Syd. I'll be okay."

"I just wanted to tell you."

"And thank you for that. And I probably will see you very soon"

"Yeah," and then she heard something she never thought she would hear again.

"I still love you" Sark said, then with a click, the line went dead.

Sydney's tears bubbled up inside her and then spewed forth. It was all she could do to make it to the nearest bench before she collapsed. He still loved her. Even after all these years. But then anger took over. "Damn you Sark" she whispered. "You left me, you can't say these things to me."


Sydney was settling in with a glass of wine and a book when her cell phone rang. It was Vaughn, but she let it ring, not wanting to deal with talking to him about the events of today. She knew by now he had to know about her relationship with Sark but she wasn't ready to talk to him about it. She still didn't know why she had called an international assassin who had broken her heart to warn him that the CIA was after him. And she didn't know why his voice could still make her go weak in the knees. Where was her relationship with Vaughn going? She loved him, but not with the passion she had loved Sark so long ago. Or maybe it wasn't so long ago that she loved Sark.

Sydney finished her wine, and realized she had read one sentence of her book about 20 times. She sighed, and set the book down, realizing that this was a fruitless effort. Suddenly, she heard her front door creak open, and Sydney reached for her gun.

"Vaughn…" Sydney said, carefully getting up. "Vaughn is that you?"

When the figure emerged into her living room, Sydney gasped and slowly lowered her gun. "Julian? Is that you?"

"Sydney," the smooth British accent was music to her ears. "You look good." And she did. The years they had spent apart hadn't seemed to change her at all. She still was as drop dead gorgeous as she had always been.

"You do too," And it was true. He did look good. A little older, but just as sexy as he had been before. But Sydney stopped her thoughts, and her anger at him took over. "What the hell are you doing here Julian? The CIA wants to arrest you, and as an officer of that agency, I should be bringing you in right now"

"And yet you called me to warn me that they were looking for me."

"I don't know why I did that," Sydney said, feeling her resolve waver. At the beginning of their relationship it had been all flirty banter, but now he was making her weak in her knees.

He stepped closer so that they were about two inches apart. She was sure he was going to kiss her, but instead he leaned close and whispered, "I think you do"

"Julian," she breathed.

He chuckled then took a few steps back. Sydney immediately went red, embarrassed that he had that kind of effect on her. He was after all supposed to be her enemy. She immediately went defensive. "Why should I not call the CIA right now?"

"And tell them what? Tell your precious boyfriend Vaughn that you are still in love with a wanted terrorist?"

"I'm not still in love with you," Sydney said, hoping it came out forcefully. She could tell, however, by Sark's smirk that it hadn't come out as harshly or as forcefully as she had wanted. "Will you tell me why you became a wanted terrorist?"

His ice blue eyes went down to his shoes. "I'm not, Syd."

That was not the answer she expected. "What?"

He sighed. "I'm part of a black ops division of MI6. MI6 approached me after I finished my deep cover assignment for the CIA. They wanted me to infiltrate the Covenant, a rising terrorist organization. I agreed, and went undercover as a member of the Covenant. Syd, I need you to have the CIA stop looking for me."

Sydney couldn't believe her ears. Here was the man she tried so hard not to love, telling her that he was not the terrorist that everyone thought he was. But try as she might, she had been betrayed by him, and could not, or would not, believe him.

"Sark," she said, reverting to the impersonal use of his last name, and although his façade was still in place, she could see she had wounded him. "Sark," she began again, partially because she knew it would hurt him again. "I can't trust you right now. I don't know how to."

"Sydney, please. I love you."

"YOU LEFT ME!" she screamed at him, then forced herself to calm down. "You left me, Sark, you can't say these things to me."

And then he decided to show her he loved her the only way he knew how. He kissed her passionately, and she let him. She wrapped her arms around him and allowed his tounge to explore her mouth. Each relished in the other's familiar taste, something neither of them had tasted in the last five years. Sark pushed her rather roughly against the wall, wrapping his fingers in her hair. He was going to pull away, he was going to stop there and go no farther, although God knows he wanted to, but Sydney whispered against his mouth "Bedroom" and all rational thought flew out the window.

So, there it is. And you can all use your imaginations to see what happens in the bedroom, because I am bad at writing that haha. Well, I appreciate reviews!