Authors Notes: I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who's stayed with me this far. I also wanted to tell the Syd/Sark fans not to worry, Sark is going to magically reappear in a few chapters, and he's going to send everything back into the chaos that I like to write in my Fanfiction. Umm.what else.I also want to test out an idea that I got from a very talented writer, IMJinnie, and since my fic isn't as well reviewed as hers is, I'm going to say either five reviews, or two days, whichever comes first.

I'm also going to say that since this is a CM challenge fic, there has to be a sequel, so instead of posting it separately, I'm going to enclose it later as a 'Part Two' so to speak. Enjoy, and I'm sorry that this chapter is so short. I couldn't think of anything to add to make it longer.

Chapter Four

It was an ordinary day for Agent Michael Vaughn as he was stuck in the usual LA traffic on his way to the Joint Task Force. His cell phone rang at exactly 7:30 on the dot- when is wife called him, as usual, every morning.

Of course, he reminded himself, That was before you knew that your wife wasn't Sydney Bristow.

"Vaughn," he answered the annoying ringing object.

"Mr. Vaughn," the voice on the other end said. He didn't need to ask who it was. It was his father's killer.

"What do you want?" he asked angrily.

"You've discovered the truth, I see," she said simply.

"How could you sit through my wedding, knowing that I wasn't marrying your daughter? How could you let us look for her for six months, find her again, and not tell us? When Kendall finds out, you'll be back in that cell where Sark was, not to mention the fact that you broke him out!"

"Agent Vaughn," she said calmly, "You seem to forget that I am a triple agent. I had to report back to Sloane what the wedding was like and break Sark out for Sloane. His loyalties are flexible."

"In what sense?"

"In the sense that Sark works for me. He never worked for Sloane and he never will. He's always been loyal to me. I'll be seeing you soon, Michael," she hung up. Just as she had, his cell phone rang again.

"Vaughn," he answered.

"Vaughn.Michael? It's me," it was Sydney.

"Hey, hon," he said warmly.

"Vaughn, my mother just called. She.she confirmed what Sark said."

"Syd."

"Vaughn, we're not married. She sat through and let you get married to another woman. She."

"Sydney, stay put. I'm coming home."

"No, Vaughn, you don't have to do that. I'm fine."

"Syd, you're a CIA agent and a wonderful actress, but I'm coming home."

"Vaughn.you'll be late. Kendall will."

"Screw Kendall. Remember protocol?"

"Yes," he knew that she was smiling on the other end.

"I'll be home in twenty minutes. Don't go anywhere."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

Nope, he thought as he got off the freeway and turned around. It definitely wasn't a usual day anymore.

***

"Agent Bristow," began Kendall, "now that you've been back for three weeks, do you feel that you could lead an op with Agent Vaughn?"

She looked at Vaughn before giving her answer and smiling. "Yes.so where are we off to?" "Slovenia. Agent Bristow.welcome back. Marshall will hook you up with your gear when you're ready. Your flight leaves in three hours. Debrief is in a half hour."