Victim of Love Chapter 10: Can you make them disappear?, an alias fanfic

Disclaimer: Alias is not mine. I do not own the lyrics, beats or anything else associated with the songs used in this chapter.

A/N: I struggled to find an appropriate song(s) for this entire chapter. Sorry about the delay, I had computer problems and had to celebrate my best friend's birthday. You know the drill, skip past the italics if you remember what's going on.

Suggested Listening: "Big Girl's Don't Cry" by Fergie and "Disappear" by Hoobastank.

Previously on 'Victim of Love:'

- Sydney runs into Sark at Publix; he claims he is here to talk. Later, he kisses her and Isabelle, who was getting some bread, walks in on the kiss.

-Isabelle fills Vaughn in on the details.

-Tony, who has come over for an unrelated reason, agrees to take Isabelle out for ice cream so Syd and Vaughn can argue.

-Vaughn tells Syd that he believes he knows the real identity of "Damien"- Tony.

-It is revealed that Vaughn has cheated on Sydney with a woman named Susie while Isabelle was in the hospital.

-Sydney calls Weiss and asks him to come over.

-Weiss and Sydney discuss her situation. Weiss advises Syd to leave Vaughn, if she is not happy, but not to hook up with "this other guy." Weiss does not know that the other guy is Sark.

-Sydney calls Sark after Isabelle returns home.

-Sark admits to Sydney that Susie works for Irina. Irina had been testing Vaughn when she sent Susie. Vaughn failed.

-Sark refuses to apologize. He tells Sydney that he never intended to apologize. He never said he was going to. He had only wanted to talk to her.

- Sark arrives at Sydney's window the next day with an apology… at 6:47 in the morning. She brings him into her room and after warning him that Isabelle was home, they lie down in bed and cuddle.

-Syd wakes up to find Sark and Isabelle eating breakfast.

-Syd, Sark, and Isabelle go to the park. Syd runs into Weiss who then threatens to shoot Sark.

Chapter 9- Can You Make Them Disappear?

---Sydney's POV---

Da Da Da Da
The smell of your skin lingers on me now
Your probably on your flight back to your home town
I need some shelter of my own protection baby
To be with myself instead of calamity
Peace, Serenity

I tiptoed quickly across the room while struggling to keep the beige sheet over me. After failing to find the desired article of clothing, I gave up and picked up my dress instead. I slipped it on and fixed the straps so that they once again crossed in the back. I tried not to dwell on how symbolic the blood red color of the dress was.

I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do

I found my heels near the door. I opted to keep them off; that way there would not be a lot of noise. I glanced once again for my underwear before deciding I would have to leave it behind. I ran a shaky hand through my hair, grabbed my purse, and hurried out the door.

And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry

The hallway was bare. That was understandable. I used my memories of last night to help guide me to the front door. As long as I got-

"Hello, Sydney."

I opened my mouth and quickly shut it. I didn't know how to respond.

"What brings you here?" I laughed uneasily. The person knew I had worn this last night at the party.

"I could ask the same of you. What are you doing here?"

What was I doing here?

The path that I'm walking
I must go alone
I must take the baby steps 'til I'm full grown, full grown
Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they?
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay

((( A week Ago)))

"Hey Weiss" I greeted him with a tight hug. "What are you still doing here?"

"It seems that there was glitch in the quest for blueberries."

I knew that he wanted to tell me the real reason, but his and my status no longer allowed him to. Not to mention that the knowledge of these "blueberries" could put my daughter's life in danger.

"It's okay. I'm better off not knowing. So do you want to have lunc-" I began cheerfully.

The smile on my face quickly disappeared.

I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry

"Freeze! Put her down or I will shoot." Weiss drew out his gun and pointed it at Sark. Sark currently had Isabelle in his arms.

I didn't have time to think. Within 25 seconds, Weiss was down on the ground. I had kicked the gun out of his reach.

"Calm down." I forced a breath out.

"Calm down? Sydney, what is going on?"

I tried not to laugh. It was an inappropriate time, but I couldn't help thinking of how closely Weiss resembled a turtle on his back right now.

"Please, get up, let's not cause a scene." My eyes pleaded with him. "I know what I'm doing."

He got up slowly, his eyes guarded and an ominously darker color. His voice had a dangerous tone to it. "Do you?"

"I need you to trust me right now. I'm gonna go pick up your gun and hand it back to you right now."

I moved slowly, keeping my eyes on him. My fingers closed around the weapon before I straightened up and handed it back to him. Weiss's eyes never left mine. They were unreadable. I didn't like that.

"We need to talk. Right now." He voice was unforgiving.

"Yes, yes we do." My eyes shifted over to my daughter's. Her eyes were filled with fear and confusion. She looked like she was shaking. "Isabelle, sweetie, go play."

"What's going on?" she seemed to confused. "What's going on?"

No one said a word.

Like the little school mate in the school yard
We'll play jacks and uno cards
I'll be your best friend and you'll be my Valentine
Yes you can hold my hand if you want to
'Cause I want to hold yours too

"Don't worry about it. Go. Play." It came out sounding more like an order. "Now."

Isabelle reluctantly turned away and headed back for the playground.

I met Sark's eyes. "Maybe you should go."

Weiss looked between to two of us, but I refused to meet his gaze.

Weiss and I stood 3 feet apart for what must have been a good 10 minutes in silence after Sark had left.

"What's going on?" He repeated Isabelle's words.

"Maybe we should sit down." I guided him towards a bench. The dark green paint was chipping off of the wooden bench.

"We discussed this already." I reminded him.

His mind took a moment to register this comment and to check its validity. "Yes, we did. I distinctly remember telling you not to hook up with 'this other guy.'" He lowered his voice. "Especially if he's wanted in more countries than I can name."

"I need your support in this."

"Do you think that it's a smart idea, especially with your current status? They'll treat you like any other ordinary citizen."

"Let me worry about that. I just need you to pretend that you don't know what's going on."

"And if security cameras catch you? Is he just gonna hide out in the house the entire time? It's impractical. Think about it Sydney. Think about Isabelle for a second."

We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds
But it's time for me to go home
It's getting late, dark outside
I need to be with myself and center, clarity
Peace, Serenity

His eyes no longer seemed angry. His tone was no longer accusing. However, I still didn't like the look in his eyes.

"Weiss, I need you, for the sake of our friendship, to help me out. Afterwards, if anything happens, I'll manipulate it to look like my contacts were used. I've got contacts that I could use, but they're old. I don't know if they're still valid. I need your help."

I followed his eyes. He was watching Isabelle play on the playground with Sark. The two seemed like an odd pair and definitely stood out from their surroundings.

La Da Da Da Da Da

My stomach interrupted his gaze. Weiss's smile came back in full.

"You interrupted lunch." I smiled, glancing down.

He remained silent for a while. "you're buying."

((( 6 Days Later)))

Weiss had combined his and my connections. After spending a few days in Spain, we headed to Mexico. Upon arriving in Mexico, we spent a day hiking to Tepozteco Pyramid and enjoying Tepoznieves in Tepoztlan, Mexico (after taking the bus in Cuernavaca, of course). All throughout the trip, we refreshed Isabelle on her Spanish. Finally, we had allowed Isabelle to stay with a trusted babysitter at the babysitter's house. We had bought a house, but we weren't finished moving into it yet.

Weiss and I planned on hanging out at the One Dollar Bar as a way of saying goodbye. We had to arrive early to get a table. He had invited some of the contacts he had used as a way of saying thanks.

"Remind me again why I'm wearing this?" I looked down at my outfit. I had curled my hair slightly and wore a blood red dress that had straps which crossed in the back. It ended on the floor where my red heels peeked out from beneath. A ruby necklace adorned my neck with petite ruby studs decorating my ears. "I feel overdressed."

"Well, you're with us, so you'll fit in." Weiss laughed. He had on a black suit without the tie.

The others- Tracey, Bill, and Sharon- were all sitting at the table laughing at the group of people who had randomly started dancing.

"How often does that happen?" I questioned them.

"More often then you'd think." Sharon laughed, tossing her strawberry blonde hair as she did this. She had a satin white, floor-length dress on. Her enticing green eyes distracted you from the small bump in her nose.

"Go on, go over there. I can tell you want to. We all can." Bill nudged Tracey. Tracey was a short petite woman of only 5'3''. Her short naturally curly hair, big brown eyes, small forehead, and button nose made you easily associate her with a mouse. She was decked out in a low-cut emerald green dress that ended about halfway down her thighs. Her green heels clicked as she hurried, shamelessly, to the group that was dancing on and off the table tops.

Bill hurried off "to buy us some beer."

"Syd, what are you doing?" Weiss looked at me curiously.

"I'm just checking in on Izzy. I'll just be a moment." I dialed the number of the babysitter. After a few rings, the babysitter picked up.

"Hello?" her tone was neutral.

"Hi Monica, it's me. How is she?" I stuck my finger in one ear so that I could hear her better.

"She's doing great. She's sleeping now. We played more games than I can even count. Thank god I had my coffee before I started." She laughed.

I smiled. "Yeah, she is quite the ball of energy. Remember, if there's any emergency…"

"Call you and there's some emergency money in the fake bottom of Isabelle's backpack. There's also some money for snacks or pizza or anything like that hidden in that dress Isabelle hates." Monica recited.

"And if you can't reach me?" I quizzed her.

"If I am not getting a response from you, I am to dial the number you gave me and leave the message that 'my internet is giving me problems. I would like to have you guys call me back and see if you can send someone over to look at it.'"

I smiled. "Do you remember the num-"

"Yes, yes, I do. For security reasons I cannot repeat that number right now. We will be fine. I'm watching her for a reason. Now, I don't want to see your butt back in this house until at least tomorrow at 2. Do you understand me. Go out, have fun. Bye."

"Bye."

"So this place is a rip off." Bill set down 2 beers and a vodka on the rocks.

"What is this?" Weiss picked up his glass and examined the beer.

"I think its called El Negro? It's a dark beer. It's the cheapest thing they had." Bill sat down in the chair, adjusting the tie on his suit.

"The cheapest thing? This place is called the One Dollar Bar. How much was that? 50 cents?" I laughed, tasting my drink.

"Actually, this was $2.50." Bill swallowed it and paused, as if deciding if he liked it.

"American?" Weiss took a few swigs.

"Yeah."

After a few more drinks I said my goodbyes and headed home. The drive was long and seemingly endless. I fell asleep in the taxi and woke up shortly before the driver yelled out "está aquí!"

I paid the man and hurried into the new house. The house was small. It had 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and a living room. The dining room and the kitchen were combined into one room with the utility room just off of the kitchen. The backyard was pretty small but the house was in a good neighborhood. We got it in the 100s so it wasn't too bad. To get a good price on a place here, you had to compromise something. No white picket fences here.

The plain white walls were bare. The living room as well as the kitchen was filled with boxes. A few of the things for the bedrooms had been unpacked. Isabelle's bed was scheduled to be delivered the next day.

There's a pain that sleeps inside
It sleeps with just one eye
And awakens the moment that you're near
Though I try to look away
The pain it still remains
Only leaving when you're next to me

I headed into the master bedroom and smiled.

"Figures you would have the computer unpacked already."

He was typing something but he saved it and turned off the computer one he head me come in. "Just some last minute things."

He turned the chair around to face me. "What?"

Do you know, that everytime you're near
Everybody else seems far away
So can you come and make them disappear
Make them disappear and we can stay

I grinned, walking slowly towards him.

He looked up at me as I interlaced our fingers together. "Isabelle's not home."

I pulled him up to his full height, capturing his lips in a kiss.

So I stand and look around
Distracted by the sounds
Of everyone and everything I see
And I search through every face
Without a single trace, of the person
The person that I need

He tangled his fingers in my hair as we tried to avoid the boxes. Savoring my lips, his tongue traced every inch of my mouth. I smiled against his lips as he lowered me to the bed. My fingers roamed over his back before they reached for the hem of his shirt.

(((Present Day)))

"…Dressed like that?" Tracey finished with a knowing smile. She shook her curly brown hair as she did this.

Her 5'3" height seemed to even out with mine right about now. "Oh my god. Sharon goes home with Weiss and go home to a very sexy Mr. Sark."

"I don't, wait- Weiss went home with Sharon?" I caught myself. "That's beside the point. Can I help you with something? I need to go pick up Isabelle."

"I was just dropping off my contact info, in case you should ever need my services again."

She handed me her card and some information to "put in my rolodex."

"Oh, and some advice. You might not want to pick up your daughter wearing that. And next time I will knock, even if there aren't any cars in the driveway. Would you like your spare key back. " Tracey offered me up her key.

"I don't mean to seem like I'm questioning your integrity, but if you wanted to make a copy of that key already, you could have. You can keep it." I smiled as I walked her to the door.

"So, I guess I'll see you in another lifetime. Unless, of course, I see you before then." She smiled and headed for her Lexus.

There's a pain that sleeps inside
Sleeps with just one eye
And awakens, the moment that you leave
And I search through every face
Without a single trace, of the person
The person that I need

After closing the door, I quickly showered and changed into white pants with a shirt that resembled a turtleneck, but was not quite so thick. The sleeves of the shirt were black while the rest of the shirt was white with some Chinese symbols on them. I put on black heels to finish it off.

It didn't take me too long to get over to Monica's house. Her house was even smaller. It was a 2 bedroom 2 bath, with her kitchen, living room and dining room all combined into 1 room. The "utility's room" was simply a closet with a washer and dryer in it.

When I arrived there, Isabelle and Monica were making doughnuts. I waited for them to fry the biscuits in a circular shape and them top them with their favorite toppings.

"How was she?" I questioned Monica, a young woman of about 18. She had short brown hair that she liked to spike and dye different colors. She was about average height, standing at 5'5''. She had on jean shorts and a plain blue shirt.

"She was great. I am completely excited to have her over next week. So, how was last night?" She wiped her hands off on a napkin.

"It was amazing and refreshing. Thanks for asking. I've got to get going. We're going go watch the divers."

"Have fun!" Monica called after us.

I placed Isabelle's bags into the taxi before we got in as well.

Despite Monica's comments, Isabelle didn't look too happy.

"What's wrong, Izzy?" I titled her face upwards with my pointer finger.

"Where's daddy? Why isn't he here?" Her eyes seemed unable to hold back the tears that threatened to spill.

Do you know, that everytime you're near
Everybody else seems far away
So can you come and make them disappear
Make them disappear and we can stay

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