I apologise for the massive gap between posts. I had pretty much given up with posting things (it got a bit harder to juggle around uni) but here is some I still had on my laptop. I haven't read it through properly for a while so I am sorry for any errors. Please let me know if there are any...


On the other side of the Atlantic, Dixon paced in his office. He glanced over at Jack Bristow – the only other occupant of the room.

"Tell me again what she said," he ordered from the older man. Jack shot him a look, but replied evenly.

"She mentioned a deal with Sark, something about finding out about her missing two years."

"But she didn't say that she had accepted the offer?"

"No, but-" Jack began.

"So it is possible that she has been captured?"

"Well, in theory yes. Dixon, I know my daughter, she has accepted this deal." Dixon frowned. If that was true then the situation would become a lot more complicated than it already was. If it was the simple case of Sark kidnapping Sydney, then Dixon had many skilled operatives to get her back. Black and white. But if she had willingly gone with the terrorist then it made matters more difficult. It wasn't as clear cut. Dixon appreciated the fact that Sydney needed to know about her lost years, but to ally herself with Sark would be seen as treasonous. It would mean that they would be tasked at capturing both Sydney and Sark. Dixon nodded at Jack.

"I don't know what to do Jack," Dixon replied frankly.

"It is a delicate situation. We cannot let it become common knowledge that Sydney may have allied herself with Mr Sark - which means that the NSC can't find out." He looked pointedly at Dixon.

"So we can't include Vaughn?"

"It is not advisable," Jack replied.

"Then how should we proceed?" Dixon asked, he was truly at a loss. "Vaughn and Weiss are still in Europe."

"Call them back in," Jack suggested. "Leave our extraction team at the airport where they picked up the girl they thought was Sydney. Just in case it was a decoy and they arrive later."

"Have we got anything more from her?"

"She says that her name is Harriet Monroe," Jack replied. "That she had no idea that her passport wasn't her own. She assumes that it must have been swapped on the plane or in the gate."

"It's plausible if it was Sydney, we know she could do it."

"Yes, I would agree if she were not wearing the outfit Sydney is recorded wearing." Dixon nodded. He agreed with Jack. "And if Sydney had swapped passports we would be able to locate a Harriet Monroe, but we haven't been able to." Both men glanced at each other. They were silent for a few minutes, each weighing up their options.

"We are in a difficult position."

"I think I should go out to Europe," Jack announced. Dixon met his gaze. "I think I know where they would go first."

"Alright Jack," Dixon replied. "We will try and keep this quiet for as long as possible. If you don't find her within a week then we will have to take action." Jack nodded and rose to his feet. "I want to hear any news you get." Dixon added as Jack opened the door.


Sydney was surprised how easily they were able to get into the secret lab area. She had instructed Sark before they got off of the plane that they would need a device to disarm the alarm system. Sark had obliged and once they had left the airport, one of Sark's numerous staff handed her the device she needed. Now she used it to get into the lab, remembering what happened last time. Although it was less of a problem if the alarm went off than it had been before, Sydney still felt it a wise precaution to do it anyway. She had been surprised with how well she worked with Sark in this instance. She had begrudgingly worked with him before, back in SD-6, but it was different now. Now they were here for her. Despite the fact that he had an ulterior motive to getting her memories back. She was here by her own choice now, which, she noted, was an unusual experience. They worked well together, as Sark had long since hinted at, they were equals. Both spies were skilled beyond their average peers.

"Right, it's just through here," Sydney announced as they turned down a long corridor. She nodded as they approached a door to their left. Sark stopped in front of it and pulled out his gun. Sydney did the same and they both got ready. Sydney nodded and pushed the door open. Immediately their nostrils were assaulted by the smell of rotten flesh. Sydney entered the room and saw that it was exactly how she had left it. The body of the Doctor Sydney had killed was on the floor where he fell when she shot him.

"Oleg Madrczyk," Sark stated.

"That's his name?" Sydney asked, her eyes not leaving the prone body. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sark nod. "And he knew all the answers. Son of a bit-"

"No, he knew how it began, why you were kidnapped," Sark cut in. "I do not believe he knew what happened after you began working." Sydney acknowledged this when she met Sark's eyes. She looked around the room again.

"There doesn't seem to be a filing cabinet or anything in here," she told him. "His office must be close." She headed towards the door and peered out. She noticed a door to her right on the other side of the corridor. "I'm gonna check that room out." Without waiting for Sark to reply she walked out to the other door. To her surprise it was open. She pushed it open with one hand, while the other held her gun. She mentally swore as the three occupants of the room swung round and pulled their own guns out. She backed out and fired a few shots at them, before hiding around the doorframe. Sark came running to her side as he heard the shots.

"How many," he asked.

"I saw three, but more will come," she guessed. He nodded, then as one they both moved into the doorway and fired. They moved deeper into the large office and watched as the men scattered and ducked behind the furniture. She hurried over to the nearest man and aimed a kick at the hand holding the gun. She successfully disarmed him and punched him. The man countered with a blow to the stomach and used the moment she has doubled over to pull her hair and slam her into the wall. She ducked as he went to punch her across the face and rolled out of the way. As he turned around she round house kicked his face, knocking him out. She saw Sark was doing the same with the other two men across the room. She jumped onto the desk and turned her jump into a kick at the closest man. The force alone knocked him into the corner of a metal cabinet. He shrank to the ground just as Sark elbowed the third man in the temple. He looked up at her, breathing deeply. She smiled at him. She loved the adrenaline rush that came with winning a fight. Sark smiled back and walked over to the filing cabinet. He pulled the first drawer open and flicked through the documents inside.

"These are all blank pages," he told her incredulously. Sydney's eyes widened as she looked over his shoulder.

"What about the next drawer," she asked. She moved to the next filing cabinet and checked in there.

"This one is empty of everything," Sark told her, pushing the drawer back in and opening the next one. "As is this one." Sydney was in a similar situation with her filing cabinet.

"They must have been expecting us," she replied. "But how? And who?"

"I didn't recognise the men as Covenant," Sark informed her.

"They weren't CIA," Sydney agreed. "NSA?"

"It is possible," Sark nodded. "What's that?" Sydney glanced down to see what Sark was looking at. It was a single piece of paper in the bottom drawer. She picked it up and turned it over. There was an address scrawled on the corner of it.

"It's in Italy," Sydney informed him, she showed him the address.

"Rome, if I'm not mistaken," Sark agreed.

"But why is it here, and why is it the only piece of paper that's written on?" Sydney questioned aloud.

"And is it a trap," he added to her list of questions. Sydney memorised the address and put it in her pocket – later she would burn it.

"We should get out of here," Sydney said as she heard a door slam in the distance. She shut the filing cabinet drawer.

"One second," Sark replied. He moved over to the desk and went through the drawers there. He pocketed a few sheaves of paper and nodded at her. "Let's go." They moved as one towards the door. Sark looked around the door and motioned for her to follow him. They ran down the corridor and followed the 'Exit' signs. Sydney heard footsteps chasing them and ran even faster. They turned a corner and saw the fire exit in front of them. A shot went off behind them; Sark pulled Sydney behind him and fired off a few shots of his own. The men behind them moved behind the corner and they used the opportunity to run through the exit. They carried on running until they reached the car Sark had parked nearby. They slid into the seats and Sark accelerated quickly. Sydney glanced back in time to see the men that had pursued them emerge onto the road and fire at their tires. They missed and the car flew round the corner.