((Hey guys!! Do you remember me? This is the sequel to In Your Eyes. I havent got an exact plan for where it's going yet, but I just like to go with the flow, really :-P Anyway, this will answer all your questions about how Jack and Irina died... etc etc. I recommend you read "in Your Eyes" first, for this to make any sense. Otherwise, you'll think they're all too lovey dovey already, lol!))

Fudge!

"Fudge?" Sydney grinned suggestively at Vaughn.

"Where?" said Vaughn, searching the kitchen for the sweet. "I want some fudge!"

Sydney's eyes sparkled at her new husband. It had been the most glorious wedding. She couldn't have dreamt up anything better. She was very glad she had trusted Francie with all the arrangements.

Now they were on Day 2 of their honey moon. The first night had been.... incredible... and well worth the wait.

Sydney seductively leaned closer to Vaughn.

"I haven't got any," she said simply.

Vaughn looked a tiny bit disappointed, but soon forgave her for tricking him to come in to the kitchen when she kissed him.

"I'll make you some, though" Sydney said, smiling.

"You cook?"

"I baked a cake for my Dad when I was 6," Sydney shuddered at her accidental mention of her father, but convinced herself to let it go.

Vaughn backed away. "Argh, was that the last time then? Should I be scared you'll burn the whole chalet down?"

Sydney laughed and propped herself up against the bench.

"It's lovely here, you know" she sighed.

"I thought you'd like it" Vaughn propped himself up against the adjacent bench.

"You grew up here, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but what made you think that?"

Sydney shrugged and popped a piece of fudge into her mouth.

"Is that FUDGE?" Vaughn widened his eyes. "Where did you get that?"

Suddenly remembering she wasn't meant to have any, she quickly swallowed the piece.

"What fudge?" Sydney smiled innocently.

"If you've got some, I wa--" Vaughn was cut off when he heard the door to the chalet slam open.

Both him and Sydney immediately ducked, instinctively.

"Who is it?" Sydney whispered to Vaughn.

"How should I know?" Vaughn said, creeping to look around the corner.

"You dont think..."

"I dont know, but I hope the CIA haven't gotten cranky about our whereabouts."

The intruder hurried through the chalet, and walked straight past the kitchen, not bothering to notice it's occupants.

He went by so fast, Sydney and Vaughn were only able to tell that it was a man, and he was wearing red shoes.

"Hush puppies?" Sydney supressed a giggle.

She remembered the seriousness of what was going on. This could be some terrorist, who was coming to kill them, or...

"Sydney?" the voice said.

Sydney's knees went queezy from kneeling.

She began to stand, when Vaughn pulled her down.

"It's not him, Sydney, it's not." Vaughn said as gently as he could.

"What do you mean, it's not him?" Sydney hissed at him. "It's his voice!"

Vaughn sighed at her. "I saw him die.. with my own two eyes, Sydney. I felt for his pulse, Sydney.... It's not him."

Sydney crouched back down again, cursing.

"Then who is it?" Sydney growled.

"Someone whose trying to trick us into coming out.."

"And that can only mean..." Sydney gulped. Sydney began to react, and pulled out the small hand gun she kept strapped around her thigh.

"Sydney..... why do you have a....."

"I needed to be able to feel secure, Vaughn. I always knew someone would try and muck up our honeymoon."

Vaughn squeezed her hand, giving her permission to see to whoever was intruding.

"I dont have a weapon.." said Vaughn, eyeing the expensive china around him.

"I can handle it, dont worry. You stay here." Sydney whispered, squeezing his hand again.

Sydney jumped up and approached the room that the intruder had been heading in to.

She walked as quietly as she could, trying not to make the floor-boards creek.

She stepped into the room cautiously and was then surprised when she didnt see anyone in there.

She took another step into the room, and suspiciously looked around. Everything was still in place, the bed was still unmade like they had left it earlier.

'This person is probably dangerous' Sydney told herself, putting on her guard.

She kicked the door, so that it bounced off the wall. It bounced, indicating that no one was hiding behind it.

"Sydney" said a different voice to the one she heard. She instantly turned around and was face to face with...

((I said I'd answer questions wouldn't I. Okay.. next chapter.. promise...))