A/N: Short little update, but hopefully the next will be a lot longer. I just wanted to give you guys an update. I just kind of realized there's another thing I wanted tell you. The reason I have chosen to let Sark live in my own country was for very selfish reasons. In 4x18 I think it is they have a mission in The Netherlands. I pretty much rolled off the couch, I was laughing that hard. The first scene starts at the UVA which is one of the two universities in Amsterdam. Even though I'm a student at the other university I was embarrassed for people to think Dutch people are that bad at English. Because seriously...we have three levels of education here and university is the top. Almost all the master classes are in English, and from day one all my textbooks have been in English. Also hearing Jennifer Garner say: "Het is grappig" is the funniest pronunciation I've ever heard. So now that you know that, read and enjoy! Next chapter will be a little more fluffy...hopefully.

Sark rushed through the office, motioning Sydney to come with him. He stopped in Jack's office, where he found Irina sitting rather provocatively on the desk and Jack, who went from a warm smile to a his standard glare.

"What is it Sark?" Sark succeeded in keeping his remarks to himself and simply said.

"My contact protocol was answered. I just got a call."

"From who?"

"Mckenas Cole." That sparked Irina's interest. "He works for Elena?"

"I assume so, he called himself the man in front of the head of The Covenant."

"I thought he was killed when I sent him to SD-6 to…" Sydney interrupted her. "He wasn't killed, I knocked him unconscious and he was taken by the CIA and kept in Brunswick, a National Security Interrogation Facility. We still don't know how he got out."

"Well he's been busy since. He wants to meet."

"Where?"

"I told him when a mission came up I would find a way to ditch Sydney and meet him."

Irina spoke slowly. "I just found out an old contact of mine came in possession of some Rambaldi papers. He has no idea what the worth of those papers are. Most likely he won't put much effort in protecting them. If Jack were to send you on a mission to retrieve those it would definitely be believable." Sydney looked a little worried.

"What kind of papers?" Irina shrugged. "I have no idea, but I knew he were to receive them through inheritance, so I kept an eye on him."

Sark meanwhile had noticed Jack had a lot of trouble keeping his eyes of Irina and saw his eyes wonder more than once. That man was to easily fooled and he wondered if Irina would succeed in breaking his heart another time and decided there was no doubt about it. Jack suddenly took out his cellphone.

"I will make a call to Sloane, tell him there is more Rambaldi related stuff going on and he is to stay away." Irina nodded.

"If Cole asks Sloane about it, he will confirm." Sark folded his arms.

"Where are we going?" Irina gave him a big smile.

"Paris."

For the first time since the elevator they were alone. As soon as the jet had reached altitude Sydney stopped pretending to read her mission specs and immediately straddled Sark. They hadn't had a single moment to themselves and even with all these distractions going on she hadn't been able to get him out her of her mind. Their moment had been short, lasted only till the noise of the elevator made them painfully aware that they'd reached reality once again and even if feelings were shared there was too much to be sorted out just yet. She had longed for him for too long, her body had been betraying her, overriding her mind and leaving all her objections behind. She let her fingers trail over his cheek while staring into his eyes. He seemed startled, at first, but when she felt his hands go up her back she smirked and decided she wanted him right here and now. She'd been fantasizing for the last two days and her sleep deprivation didn't help her either.

Sark saw her wicked smile and knew if he didn't act quick he wouldn't be able to resist. He lifted her and put her down on the seat opposite of them. Her confusion was clear as he sat down on his knees in front of her.

"Sydney, you have no idea how much I'm in love with you. Or for how long, for the same amount of time I have desired to have you. Only if we start now we might risk fulfilling the same prophecy we're trying to forget even exists. So as much as I want to give in to your temptation, it's a bad idea. You know that."

He read the disappointment of her face and kissed her palms.

"Please don't feel rejected, because I'm not rejecting you. I'm being careful with you." A small curling of her lips.

"You do realize that all female CIA field agents are required to have a device implanted as a means of birth control. I can't become pregnant that easy, besides I'm not even sure I ever could."

He realized she referred to her eggs being taken. He remembered Patagonia all too well and closed his eyes at the memory of it.

"I'm so sorry." Sydney freed her hands and began stroking his cheek.

"Don't be." Sark realized their conversation would only continue to become more painful if he didn't change course.

"Sydney…I can't possibly begin to consume this…relationship, knowing all too well it could end in such misery." He paused and his eyes met hers, beautiful brown eyes, filled with sadness and pain.

"No, I've done awful things in my life, but I'm trying to make sure this time you won't get hurt. You've been hurt more than enough for a lifetime."

Sydney searched his eyes and found nothing but sincerity. She leaned over to embrace him, holding as close as she could. Tears started to flow from the corner of her eyes. After all the heartache he was healing her. Sark shut his eyes at her touch. He was tempted, but he knew if he gave in now he would lose his focus completely. A man was at his weakest after dinner and she was going to be dessert, a dessert which he intended to fully enjoy. He would just have to wait a little longer, he'd waited for more than a decade, she was his end goal and more than worthy of his patience.

When they'd settled back in their chairs Sark reopened his mission files and for the first time actually started reading. He gasped when his eyes came across a certain name.

"That…" He held his tongue, but it got Sydney's attention.

"What?"

"If we return to the States, I going to have to kill your mother." Sydney looked confused.

"Why?" He bit his lip and grinned.

"She's unbelievable." He threw the folder on the chair next to him.

"The Rambaldi papers that we're stealing?"

"Yeah…?"

"The person who owns them is notorious for his parties."

"So…?"

"They always involve 18th century costumes, masks and…"

"Julian?"

"They're pretty much orgies…"

"Oh…"

"Yeah…"

"I'll help you get rid of the body…"

"I really appreciate it." Sydney pressed her lips together in amusement. Her mother was evil, she would have known about their host's….preferences. She wondered if her mother was tempting Sark. She skipped through the pages of her file to photo of her disguise. A dress with so much cleavage she would need tape to make sure nothing would fall out and along with it went a corset and high heels. She swallowed, even if Sark had just made a statement about holding her off until everything would be settled he was still a man and this could be very hard on him. She brought her fingers to her mouth and suppressed a giggle. Hopefully not too literal.

Their flight was long, Sydney had dozed off after reading the file. When she awoke she found Sark staring at her. He looked peacefully, but very tired.

"Couldn't sleep?" She asked.

"No." He simply stated. Sydney yawned and stretched her arms out. "How long before we land?"

"Maybe half an hour." He started playing with the ring he wore on his left index finger.

"You know, we have almost the entire afternoon before we have to get ready for the party."

"What are you suggesting?" A smirk appeared on his face. "Well." He cleared his throat.

"I did promise you some time ago to get you decent clothes." He saw her eyes lighten up with a sparkle.