Sydney looked down at her Russian army uniform, holding back a laugh as Sark pointed a gun in her direction. He was dressed similarly, minus the skirt. She laughed at the thought of the cocky bastard in a skirt.
"Whatever Arvin Sloane pays you, it can't be enough. Would you consider coming to work for me if it meant I'd let you walk out of here? I believe if you took the time to hear the comprehensive offer, you might actually say yes," he said, his eyebrows raising. Sydney grinned at the obvious innuendo. She glanced over his body, noting his physical attributes with another grin.
"You're cute, but I'll pass," she said, pulling on one of the medals on her jacket, causing a small explosion. She punched Sark hard in the face, and they blocked one another's punches until Sark kicked Sydney hard in the face. He smirked. It was a shame having to beat up that beautiful face. The blow sent Sydney flying, and Sark ran to grab the map they were both after. Suddenly, Russian guards burst in the room, and seeing Sark, they shot at him, to which he fired as well. Sydney took this opportunity to grab the fallen map, not without going unnoticed by Sark, or the guards. As Sark was taken into custody, he watched as another guard trailed after his adversary. He sighed.
Foiled again by Agent Bristow.
They had to stop meeting like this.
*****
Anna had sent in a team to recover Sark from the Russian police. Sark had only sighed when he saw her, kissing her softly on the temple. Usually he would have been overjoyed to have been rescued from prison. This time however, he was embarrassed. He had been outwitted by Sydney, who, Anna had informed him, had been successful in escaping with the map. Now, he was being rescued by another woman, one that he wasn't sure if he loved or loathed her.
Anna had noticed his indifference toward her, and was internally enraged. That night in Irina's home had been beautiful, and now here he was, weeks later, acting as if she didn't exist.
Sydney.
It was always Sydney.
She distracted him like no one else could.
It infuriated Anna to no end. It had to stop. She had to make sure that they wouldn't meet again. She would personally make sure that their paths didn't cross again.
*****
Weeks later, Sydney Bristow's eyes welled up with tears as Kendall admitted that Vaughn had contracted the virus. She couldn't believe it. Just last night, Vaughn told her that he was fine. Moments later, she had visited her mother, begging for any knowledge of an antidote. It did exist, and Sydney would have to retrieve it in Paldiski.
As she went to visit Vaughn, she realized her mission in seeing him was to retrieve a blood sample, so the antidote could be matched to his DNA. He had been lying there helplessly, and Sydney shuddered at the sight of her handler in his hospital bed.
"Hi," he had said weakly as he noticed her presence. He nearly gasped. She was so incredibly beautiful.
"Hi. I talked to my mother, there's an antidote. I'm going to go get it," she said.
"How dangerous?" he asked. Even when he was ill, his eyes still pierced her own.
"Getting the serum?" she asked, trying to shake it off, "Nah, it'll be easy. But I need to take some of your blood with me okay?" she said, and shuddered as he cowered in pain. After she had taken his blood, she removed her gloves, smiling at him.
"Couple of days, you'll be doing wind sprints," she joked. He took her hand, gazing at her pointedly.
"Be careful Syd," he said, and sighing loudly, he closed his eyes, "Sorry I'm so tired."
She watched wordlessly as he laid back, but bolted up when his machines went off. Doctors pushed her away as she shouted his name, but she was forced out of the room. Matters became worse when she met Alice, who called herself Michael's girlfriend.
His girlfriend.
She shook her head at the thought. She could not think of herself at a time like this. She had to go get the antidote. She took one last look at Alice before turning to exit the building.
*****
She had gotten the antidote, and now she was trapped. And Sark, that plague of a man, was looking down on her, his miserable countenance protected by bulletproof glass.
"Agent Bristow. Those pipes are rigged to dispense ammonium flurochloride. Wonderful for decontaminating metals and concrete. Not so good on organic materials, such as your suit," he said smirking, looking her over, "Or your skin."
She looked at him, her stoic expression reminding him of her father. She cocked her gun and shot at the glass, despite her knowledge that it was bulletproof. He closed his eyes as the bullets hit the glass, but he did not flinch.
"You and I, we're destined to work together. I truly believe that," he said, as he turned on the pipes above her head, and the liquid rained down on her. She looked down as her suit immediately began to disintegrate. She looked up at Sark, and as she did, he explained that if she complied with his wishes, he would let her keep the antidote.
He wanted Sloane murdered. She gasped, but considered the idea.
It was a small price to pay: Sloane's life for Vaughn's.
"I can get you to Sloane, but only if you promise to let me keep the antidote," Sydney said, looking up at him pointedly.
"No. Sloane first. Then you'll get your precious antidote," Sark said. Sydney only nodded in agreement, and Sark turned off the pipes. He signaled his men to take Sydney to a decontamination room, and when he was satisfied, he left the facility.
*****
He didn't have time for this.
He had to catch a plane to Tokyo in an hour.
And here he was, being lectured by some twenty-four year-old that felt she knew it all.
"She was there? Sydney was there!" Anna yelled in disbelief.
"Are you deaf or just daft?" he asked, "Yes! She was there!"
"I asked you to stay away from her!" she yelled.
"You asked...you didn't demand," he said.
"Well I am now! If you see her again, I'm leaving! She impairs your judgement Andrew! You don't work as well when she is in the picture!" she yelled. He stood up, his eyes blazing.
"I'm going to meet her now!" he yelled.
"What? You're working with her?"
"It's all a part of Irina's plan," he said, gazing at her.
"I don't care what Derevko wants," she yelled, "I want you to stay away from her."
"I'm going," Sark answered, turning away from her, picking up his bags. He stopped when he heard Anna's voice.
"This is what happened before Andrew. You were never with me. You're in love with her. You're in love with Sydney," she said, her voice shaking. Sark didn't answer, and didn't turn around. Instead, he walked out the door, leaving Anna alone, tears falling down her cheeks.
*****
Anna had heard through her contacts that Andrew had tricked Sydney into believing she had killed Sloane, when in reality, Sark had struck up a deal with the man. He gave Sydney the antidote, and had watched as Sydney had saved her precious handler. Now, Sark was in league with SD-6, working with Sydney on a daily basis.
Months after striking a deal with the infamous leader of SD-6, Irina had been extracted from the CIA, mostly because of Sark's manipulative hold over Sloane. Sloane and Irina appeared to be working together, but Anna knew the truth.
Irina Derevko was going to destroy Arvin Sloane.
Anna had planned on killing Sydney on numerous occasions, but stopped when she had heard of the anguish that Andrew was going through. Seeing Sydney become romantically involved with Michael Vaughn was killing him. He had hired a woman he had known a long time ago, Alison Doren, to kill Sydney's roommate Francie, taking over her life. He had watched helplessly as Alison taped various liaisons between Sydney and Vaughn. He hated every moment of it.
He hadn't heard from Anna in a while, and that was the way Anna wanted it. She wanted both Sark and Irina to think she was dead, so that they wouldn't suspect her involvement when she finally killed Sydney Bristow. Sydney and Vaughn captured Sark again, and Anna had laughed when she had received the news of his incarceration.
Soon though, word had reached Anna that Sydney had discovered who Alison Doren really was, and that a fatal fight had ensued between the two of them. Sydney Bristow was gone. Disappeared. Months later, it was announced that a body had been found.
Anna could not believe it.
She would not.
Not until she saw Sydney's Bristow's dead body before her.
She only wanted one thing, and that was Sydney Bristow's head on a platter.
She would have it.
And her revenge on Sydney, and Andrew would at least be complete.