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Sydney pulled her husband towards the door. There was a nagging thought in her mind. She turned to her husband, and said her thought aloud.

"Vaughn... Michael... don't you think it's funny that Noah unexpectedly drops in and now Sark?"

"What? You mean.. they're working together?"

"Well it's all very possible! I mean Noah could be anybody, and work with anybody. How much do we really know about him?" The words stung. She had thought she knew Noah.

"But what's their connection? How would they know each other?" Vaughn asked.

"Do they need to have a connection? Evil loves evil, you've seen the movies."

"Okay okay.. but we shouldn't rush into things. Where are you going?" Vaughn hesitated.

"Well.. we have to do something. Noah drops in, Sark leaves a calling card, you're Grandmother's jewellery is taken. Are we just going to sit here?"

Vaughn slumped a little. "Yeah, but it's our honeymoon Syd."

Sydney looked down. "I know, and Im sorry, but dont you want to do something about this?"

"I guess," Vaughn nodded. "Alright then, let's get a hold of Eric and the CIA."

"But.... are you sure that's what we should do?"

"We need to tell someone. You cant expect us to find out where Noah and Sark are, all on our own."

"I s'pose, alright, let's call them, but not from here." Sydney turned back, and grabbed a jacket from the hanger.

"US Embassy?" Vaughn asked.

"Yep," and Sydney strode out the door.

Vaughn was still a little unsure as he followed Sydney out towards the car. "Aren't we asking for trouble racing off to find them?"

Sydney sighed and stopped. She considered what they were doing. "I guess we are.. but we at least have to let the CIA know that Noah and Sark are alive. Then they can do something about it. Alright, alright, let me go get my cell phone instead."

"Dont be mad Sydney.. it's just I dont want you to get hurt or anything." Vaughn grasped her hand.

"I know Michael.. Don't worry.. I guess I'm just too head strong. C'mon, let's go back and call and then we'll... hey we can't stay here, we'll have to go somewhere else!"

"But... we have to stay here.. it's our honeymoon."

"But most of the furniture is gone. Or does a bed, a dresser and a washing machine count?"

"Sofa and fridge too," added Vaughn, looking a little hurt.

Sydney leaned in and hugged Vaughn tightly. "I'm so sorry Michael. I know your Grandmother's jewellery was all you had left.. but we'll get them back, don't worry."

"Argh, it's not that Sydney," Vaughn replied, but still hugging her. "I wouldn't get so worked up over some lousy jewellery. It's our honeymoon and it's being spoilt and... I just dont like the idea that Noah and Sark are both out to get us.. well.. it scares me!"

Sydney clung to Vaughn. "It scares me too," she whispered.

"You loved him, didn't you?" Vaughn asked.

Sydney gazed into Vaughn's eyes, and then looked away. "I did love him. I loved the him I thought I knew. But that wasn't really him, was it?"

"How he could betray and throw away someone as wonderful as you?" whispered Vaughn.

Sydney briefly smiled, and hugged him closer. "C'mon, let's call the CIA."

They both turned back toward the chalet, which was just up the drive way. No sooner had they turned, that they found themselves flying backwards, and landing on their butts. There had been a huge explosion..... the chalet had blown up!

Sydney screamed and Vaughn gasped. They tried to shield each other from the flying debri.

"Oh my god!" shrieked Sydney. "Its... blown up!"

Vaughn crawled on the ground with Sydney close behind. "Sydney, we were mean't to be in there too! We were mean't to be blown up!"

"Look, let's get out of here Michael.. I dont want to be here anymore."

Vaughn solemnly agreed, and slowly stood up with Sydney. "Watch out!" exclaimed Sydney as a ball of fire darted towards them. They ran further down the driveway towards the car.

Sydney flung open the door. "I'm driving," she said hastily and sat in the drivers seat.

Vaughn opened the door too. He hesitated for a moment, and looked back at the burning building. It had been his childhood home, and now it was gone. Now he had nothing to hold on to. All his memories were gone. He tried to hold himself together, but a tear found its way down his cheek. He finally sat down in the seat of the car. 'Goodbye Mom, Dad, Gran,' he thought.

"You alright?" Sydney asked quietly, as she turned the engine on.

"I guess I'll have to be," replied Vaughn, sadly, and he looked out of the window as they drove off towards the US embassy.

"At least we're alive," Sydney said warmly, and she held Vaughn's hand as they drove.

((Thanks for all your wonderful feedback guys! It's really appreciated. And dont worry, there will be some more surprises. I liked changing the roles here. Remember in In Your Eyes how Vaughn was always supporting Sydney in her times of need? I thought that Vaughn needed to be sad, and Sydney needed to support him. Just to change it a lil :))