Title: All Messed Up

Disclaimer: I don't own Alias its owned by all those big guys and the song used is All Messed Up by Sum 41! I have nothing to do with either things…

Chapter Four .:Mother Russia:.

Well I hold my only enemy as closely as a friend

And I sold my own reality to further my decent

Self-destruction taking over it's so easy to pretend

Introduction to this nightmare, then our sins may never end

Sark pulled out of the curve and drove off towards his home where he planned to go over everything that was said tonight and then reanalyse it over and over again just to make sure he left nothing out.

He was so mad at himself for letting that last comment out before he ran away and left Sydney standing outside her own apartment but he knew that Francie would be waiting for her to tell her all the juicy details except for one thing…there were none.

He made it home in record time and went straight to bed. It was after 3am before he actually got any sleep.

Sark awakened to the surrounding darkness which was his whole world. "Shit!" he looked over to the alarm clock and saw that it read '7:00am'. He was late for work and though he would be easily excused he didn't want to be that sort of man. 'Too stereotypical.'

He rolled out of bed, his thoughts strayed from the tedious task to the night before with Sydney and he fell onto the floor. "Oooph!" he sat up and rubbed his eyes before telling himself to snap out of it and get it together before somebody noticed that he was a little off his usual game par.

He hurried himself into the shower and woke himself up but everybody knows that the shower is where the thoughts wonder. "In and out" he had promised himself, so after a quick clean he jumped out. It was also kind of useful to have set the water to a bone chilling temperature.

Just as he was doing up the last of his buttons he paused and looked at his shoes. They weren't polished. "You can't do anything now" he said to himself, going back to the "tedious" task. When he had finished dressing and preparing for work he headed off for the car. He drove his sport vehicle today. It was amongst one of his favourites.

He started the engine and started it up, driving as fast as he could so that he could in fact be on time and maybe even early. Cars of many colours whooshed past him, but he paid no heed to them. They were just meaningless figures on their way to their pointless jobs.

His car clock showed the time as 7:42am when he finally made it to the underground parking at Credit Dauphine. The thought of running to the lift and into the building crossed his mind, but he ruled out when he realised it would thoroughly destroy huis reputation. 'Can't let them think I care' It was all a part of his "bad boy" image.

The lift appeared before him and so he entered, his head held high. He was immediately transported to the bottom floor where the SD-6 call was secretly kept.

He walked into the office area, past several agents and paper pushers, into the room where a meeting was occurring.

"Mr Sark. You are late" Sloane bluntly pointed out.

"My apologies Mr Sloane. I have been tired up recently with a few pressing matters." He quickly slipped into a spare sear, which just happened to be next to Sydney. Her expression was blank, giving nothing away.

"Now, as I was saying. Sydney and Mr Sark will be going to Russia on a reconnaissance mission to see what this mad," a picture of a man who looked like Mario appeared on the screen. He had a moustache and an old mans hat on. "Is doing. You are to try and intercept a meeting between and a representative of K-Directorate" Both Sydney and Sark nodded their heads. (A/N: I suck at these scenes! Can anyone tell me how to write a good one of these? Please!) "Marshall" Sloane stood and exited the room, leaving Marshall to do "his thing"

"Hello everyone. Did anybody watch that show on the Russian girl with x-ray eyes last night? If you didn't I taped it so you can borrow it and then we can…" Marshall caught everyone's looks and immediately stopped his sentence. Sydney was staring at Sark, and Sark was staring at Sydney, but not with their usual hatred. Marshall simply put it to the back of his mind when he saw Dixon's amusement at both himself and at what was happening between Sydney and Sark. "Well here we have a nice broach," Marshall pulled out a butterfly broach from his pocket. "The wings actually flat" he started to play with the wings until Dixon coughed to snap him out of it.

'This I such a boring day. I should have slept in' Sark thought, still starting at Sydney, but attempting to multitask as he payed attention to what Marshall was showing them. It didn't concern him, why should he listen? Sark then started to hum unconsciously, "The way you make me feel" by Michael Jackson. Everyone turned to stared at him, so he simply cleared his throat before apologising for interrupting the "important" meeting. Sydney simply stared at him weirdly before she started to ignore him again. 'Ah Sydney. My love, you shall pay attention to me.'

Marshall ended his "little" speech and then everyone started to shuffle put of the room. First Marshall, followed by Dixon then Sydney and Sark. Sydney walked over to her desk knowing that Sark would follow her as she put her notes down. Turning around she smiled as wide as she could. "So that was an interesting meeting."

"Yes I suppose it was." Sydney laughed at Sark's seriousness. (A/N: ok…I give up…NOTE TO THE WORLD: do NOT write this while watching musicals…all you seem to get it wacky acting and weird songs LOL such as high school musical heh) "Do you think this mission will be the same as so many before have been?"

"Uhh…maybe. Or maybe not. I generally don't go on missions with you."

"Well I always said we were destined to work together." Sydney just rolled her eyes at that.

"Yeah, yeah." Sydney just brushed him off heading off towards Dixon's desk.

Sark didn't bother following. It wasn't his business to meddle in. At least, not yet. I pulled my mobile out (yes I do mean a cell phone) and pressed the speed dial button.

"Hello?"

"Hello. Can you do something for me?"

"And what that may be?"

"I'm going on a trip to Russia tomorrow with my newest employers and I need you to do 5 tasks."

"Just say the word" the voice chimed in. Sark didn't really like this person but they did the things he told them to do.

"Ok. Then what I want you to do is…"

A/N: Well that's the end of that chapter. I know it didn't really go anywhere. BUT there are only 2 more chapters left till this story is going…but there maybe a sequel depending whether people want it or not. I'm going to write it anyways. MEH! Ok please tell me what you think and if anyone has any suggestions or mistakes that I need to fix up please feel free to review or even PM me. It would be greatly appreciated. Thank you. I love you all!

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Phi4858---Thank you so much. I really appreciate your reviews! And yes talking about cheese and meaning feelings! .

Beautyinmybreakdown----- Thanks so much for the review! More cheese comments? Hmmm…I think I could do that

Irionelissa----Other cheese talking stories? Wow! I gotta find them sometime then and see how they've used it. I really do believe cheese is the only way you can use to express these things…that and my friend was standing behind me and wasn't taking what I was doing seriously gasp so I just kinda threw it it…who knew. LOL. Oh and also how could you spend your money on cds 0.0 lol…as long as they were good…you can always rent alias. Thanks for your review.

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