Ok, I know that these chapters are a little short, sorry. I'm mainly just splitting it where the scenes change. The chapters will get longer when I have more written!

You're a fool, Sark mentally berated himself as he and Sydney entered the car that he had hired. He had almost ruined everything by telling her before she was ready for it. After they had shared that small smile he had felt a rush of what had once been. He had to be more careful. He concentrated on driving to the airport; he couldn't afford to dwell on the past, not until it was safe to. He knew Sydney kept glancing at him as if trying to figure something out, but he ignored that to the best of his ability. He sighed.

"We have to be careful in the airport," he told her. He had had enough of the silence.

"I know," she replied quietly.

"The CIA will no doubt be looking out for the two of us."

"I know."

"It would be best if we went in separately."

"But I thought we were going in together?"

"We were, but we cannot afford the CIA or the police finding us before we are ready." Sydney nodded slightly. It made sense, but then again they would still be spotted separately anyway. She told him this.

"I have planned for that," he told her, not taking his eyes off of the road. "I believe we can turn that to our advantage." The rest of the car journey passed in silence.

"I will go in first," Sark told her as he pulled the car into a space in the airport car park. "I have to finish up an arrangement. After checking in, go to the nearest women's room, a girl will follow you in there. She will say 'I think you've dropped your sunglasses' you need to reply 'I get through about seven pairs in an airport.' Afterwards you need to change clothing et cetera then use the door marked no entry. Will you remember all of this?"

"Yes," She replied, committing the phrases to memory. "But what arrangement do you need to finish?"

"Trust me," he told her before exiting the car. She sighed and waited. After 20 minutes she too got out of the car, got her suitcase from the boot of the car and went into the airport. The check in queue was short and she was finished there after a few minutes. She glanced around and found the toilets; she walked straight over there and went in. After glancing around again she headed for the mirror and pulled a hair brush out of her bag. As she began to brush her blonde hair, still in the pony tail, she saw a girl walk into the toilets. She ignored her as she walked over and stared at her reflection in the mirror.

"Hey, I think you've dropped your sunglasses," she said, fixing Sydney's reflection with a piercing gaze.

"I get through about seven pairs in an airport," Sydney replied smiling. The girl nodded.

"Get into that cubicle and pass your clothing and wig under the gap, I will do the same." Sydney nodded and did as she was told. After a few minutes, she left the cubicle and looked into the mirror; she was now wearing what the girl had been wearing: cord trousers and a bright red shirt. Her hair was now black and curly, with a fringe that went over her eyes. The girl came out after her. "Right now, give me your passport and tickets."

"What?"

"Just give them to me," she ordered, one hand reached out ready to take them, while the other brought out another passport and ticket to give to Sydney. Sydney caught onto what was happening and they swapped. Sydney looked at the name in the passport.

"Jenna Silver," she read aloud.

"That's me, now it's you. Sorry about your sunglasses," she replied, and with one firm glance at the door behind Sydney she left the room. Sydney looked at the door that Jenna had looked at and saw it was the door she had to go through. She quickly did and followed the passage behind it. She exited through the door at the end of the passage and saw Sark waiting for her. He smiled at her and beckoned her over.

"There you are Sweety," he called in a Southern accent. She grinned and walked over to her. She knew they had to be convincing.

"Sorry I took so long," she replied in a new accent, matching his. She kissed his cheek in greeting. Inwardly she was horrified that she had had to do that.

"That's ok, but we need to catch our flight," he told her. They left the room the busy corridor they had been in and walked into a smaller room with nobody but a flight attendant in. "Ah, Gabby," he greeted in his normal voice. "I trust we are ready." The woman nodded.

"Yes we just need to get you two on board." Sark nodded back and led Sydney out of the door behind Gabby.