*Disclaimer* I do not own Alias. That honor goes to JJ, Bad Robot, ABC, and al those other people who I can't remember right now. I don't even know any of them personally. If I did, believe me, he would NOT have been married. In case you didn't know, I am a huge Alice hater. Lol, I love Alice Jeans, they're my favorite kind. But I am not talking about the jeans, I'm talking about Alice the person. I was watching ET and the girl he's (Vaughn's) married to is blonde. She has long hair. Anyways I am not making money off of this, and I do not own anyone in this story. I can't wait until September 28, when the season premier starts. Stop leaving me in suspense!!!

A/N: Thank you aliasfanfictionreader and Sammy for reviewing my story! You guys are the greatest! I'm sorry, this chapter is gonna be short too, because I wanted to hurry up and post chapter. Plus, it was screaming to end rhere, sorry, I promise, the next chapter will be longer.

For you new guys or for people who have forgotten, last time on Freak Friday, Alias style: Sloane finishes putting together a machine that might have something to do with the prophecy, but is disappointed when he thinks it doesn't work. It has worked, just not for him. Sydney and Jack, are just unlucky enough to be the ones feeling the after-effect. Everything goes black and when it comes back, Sydney finds herself on top of her mother with her putting the moves on her and her father halfway across the world not having much luck either. They are currently both in each others bathroom, looking in the mirror, with each other's reflection staring back at them.

Jack gulped as he suddenly wished he wee in a movie. If he was, his character would have found a phone that someone had forgotten and he could have called someone, anyone. If that didn't happen, he would have found some mysterious hole or vent, or secret passageway to get out of there. But this is the real world, so obviously, none of this happened. Oh well, he'd just have to tell him that he wasn't feeling good. A stomach ache and a headache might do it. Taking in a deep breath, what the world saw was Sydney Bristow coming out of her bathroom clutching her stomach.

Sydney opened her yes in horror as she realized that she was in a hotel room and that the bathroom door didn't lock, for emergency purposes, probably. The door opened quickly as Irina came in with a worried look on her face.

"Are you ok?"

"Umm, yes, I mean no. I think I should go to bed by myself. I'm really sleepy and I don't feel good. " There that shouldn't cause so much trouble. Maybe tomorrow she could figure this out.

"Jack, there's only 1 bed, so…"

DAMN! What the hell had her father been thinking. She couldn't sleep in the same bed her mother might put the moves on her.

"I could take the floor…" She nodded her head yes, since she didn't want to start an argument. Maybe she could call home and…

"Jack?" Sydney headed towards the phone. "Jack?" She started to pick up the phone. "Jack!". Remembering whose body she was in she looked up and played dumb. "Huh?"

"I thought you said, you were sick and sleepy. What are you doing?"

"Ummm….. " Sydney started racking her er her father's brain for an answer to that question. And she had to stop taking so long to answer questions, her father always seemed to know answer on the spot. "I was forwarding all calls made to this room to my cell phone, so that my voice mail would pick it up."

"I thought you didn't have voice mail?"

"I just added it." heading towards the bed she scrambled under the sheets and pretended to fall asleep.

'What the hell was Jack's problem? Why did he just brush her off like that? Had she accidentally brought up unwanted memories? Why was he acting so weird? Whatever it was, something was defiantly up. No matter what had happened he would usually (well the Jack she knew) would have let her taken the bed. Either out of kindness, or so that he wouldn't be comfortable so he could watch her in case she tried anything.

" Syd, are you ok?"

"Umm, my stomach hurts, and I have a headache."

"Anything I could do for you?"

"Yeah, no offense, but leave, I would really like some peace and quiet. I tihkn I might be getting the cold too, I'm not sure. Sorry."

'You sure?" A look of confusion, then understanding crossed his face. "Ok, so call me when you get better?" He leaned in to kiss him (keep in mind that Jack's in Sydney's body so if I say him don't go eww cause he's in her body and I, wow this is confusing. I just didn't want people to think that she was back in her body. He thinks it's Sydney, so does everybody understand?) and Jack (in Sydney's body) pulled away and said, "the cold remember, it wont do us any good if we're both sick." He started to say something but stopped.

'Damn that was close, too close' Jack thought. "So remember what I said call me when you get better, or do you want me to stop by and check up on you?"

"I'll call you" Jack answered, giving him his sweetest smile. Walking him to the door he siad bye and closed it quickly. 'Damn, that was close.' He wondered if her other friends would be coming home tonight. Waling to the phone he called the hotel room where Sydney and Irina were. Sydney picked up on the second ring, answering with a gruff, "Hello?"

"Sydney?" Jack asked.

"Da-" the young woman started to say, "Damn, I forgot to set the VCR to record that show, could you tell me what happens?" Whispering to her father, she said, "Dad, mom's here, can't talk, see you tomorrow." They didn't know then, but by tomorrow things would have already gotten worse.

A/N: Heh heh I'm evil, just wait to see what I have in store for them. Sorry, it was screaming to end here, and I wanted to hurry up and post this chapter. The next chapter will be longer, promise.

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