*Disclaimer*: come on you guys, Alias is not mine, haven't we gone over this before? That honor belongs to JJ Abrams, ABC, Bad Robot, and all the other people who own it, who happen not to be me, not to be related to me, or not to even know I exist. Do I really have to say this in every chapter? This is seriously bringing me down. I am just borrowing the characters. Don't sue me I have no money. The only thing you can get from me is the lint from my pocket and a letter written to me by my best friend.

DEDICATION: I'm dedicating this WHOLE story to 1 person and 1 person only. Nope, it's not me. I'm dedicating this story to bbclarinetgurl, so if your not her, too bad. If you wanted this to be dedicated to you, then you know how I feel that Alias does not belong to me. Nuff Said.

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Summary: What if Sark knows what happened to Sydney in the past 2 years, if so how did he find out, and how far is she willing to go to find out? What if Sloane and Irina share a secret? What could it be? Have to read story to find out the pairings.

A/N: If you are actually reading all of this before reading the story then major kudos to you! If not, oh well, can't force you. I wont keep you up any longer; you can start reading the story now.

Previously on: A twisted world after all.

Weiss raised one eyebrow and wondered if Sydney had found someone else already. Couldn't picture her with Sark, but, I've seen stranger. Weiss thought.

Sitting back down on her couch thoughts of a certain wealthy (well used to be anyway) British guy moved through her mind as she licked her lips. Hmm. Not half bad.

A twisted world after all

Chapter 2

Sydney sat down on a bench in an unfamiliar park. Casually stretching she reached from behind the bench and pulled out an envelope.

To Miss S.,

Creative Industries sorrowfully declines your offer to become a sponsor. Already having more then necessary, you are a rival of our biggest sponsor, and we can't jeopardize that. So, although having you would be a huge gain for us, the losses we could receive heavily outweigh the profits.

Wishing you the best of luck,

Creative Industries.

Sark had given her something earlier to translate it. Give or take a few words it translated into: To Miss B. (Bristow in case you were wondering)

Yesterday evening you asked me about helping me get back my money. You wanted to know what was in it for you. I have information about what happened to you in your missing 2 years. Not completely of course, but a portion of it. Hopefully, you'll take this into consideration before we meet again. Don't worry about it, I will contact you soon.

F.Y.,

Sark

'F.Y. ' what the hell did 'F.Y.' mean? Sydney was still trying to figure that out as she quietly stepped into the club. It was similar to a mission she had done while working for SD-6 except the details were different. She still hadn't figured out what Sark was doing walking around town with the CIA as far as she could tell not after him. Quickly slipping off into a disguised corridor she quietly slipped into what appeared to be a computer lab. Attaching one of Marshall's gadgets on the computer she effortlessly hacked into Hannah's files. Thank god for allies. Hannah wanted to gain more powerful allies and in order for that to happen she had to show them everything. Which, if you knew the right time to, made it extremely easy to hack into her files. Copying everything onto a floppy disk. She waited a few seconds before making another copy. Hannah, to make the explanation short, seemed to be like a younger version of Irina. With one huge difference, Hannah had nothing to bend backwards for; Irina had Sydney… and Jack. Hannah seemed to have Sloane's relentlessness and cold-heartedness. Dixon once said he thought that Hannah worked with them on previous missions and had looked up to their untouchable skills.

"Wow" Sydney unconsciously said out loud, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Isn't that every childs dream to look up to two terrorists with no souls." The second she said it, she wanted to take it back, no matter how she felt about her, her mother had showed her that she did have a soul, no matter what her past was. All Sloane shown her was crooked grins, and betrayal. Remembering where she was she quickly got back to work. Shoving one disk into a hidden location and the other in a pocket she headed for the roof. Climbing up the stairs and into an executive's office (it was on the way to the roof) she realized that she didn't have any weapons with her. Opening the door that led to stairs, which led to a roof, she stopped when she felt something cold against her back.

"Don't move" a familiar voice said. Sydney sighed; it was only Sark.

She rolled her eyes as she turned around. If I give you this disk will you tell me something about it?" she asked referring to her missing almost two years.

He sighed and nodded as she handed him the disk. "How do I know that you don't have another copy? How do I know that this actually has correct information on them? Let me see, if you have another copy, then this is probably a fake."

Not knowing how to convince him with the short time they had Sydney just stood there quietly.

"Thought so"

"It's not a fake"

"Prove it"

"How"

"You never really seemed to care about money before why do you want it back? It has to be about something bigger than money. So, Sark," She said giving into a condescending tone as she said his name. "Why do you really want my help?"

Sydney knew that it didn't matter because she would give in; she had to give in, it would slowly kill her if she didn't find out. Staring at her he gave a sigh and a nod to the door to indicate that someone was coming. "Do you have another copy or not?"

"Why Sark? For once just give me the damn truth!" Sydney said sternly almost shouting but then remembering that soon there would be yet another unwanted guest in this room. Right before cocking an eyebrow he said smugly, "Why do you need to know what happened, aren't you afraid of what you might find on it?" The door opened not long after.

"Michael" a voice whined, "Why can't she just get over it? She's just arrogant and bitchy and needs to learn to get on with her life. She shouldn't be mad at me just because I married the love of my life."

"Laurie-" Vaughn started but his wife cut him off with more complaints about his old partner and ex-lover. "Lauren!" He said louder this time. "You have to understand where she's coming from she just lost almost two years of her life, practically nothing is the same. That takes some getting used to."

"But-" Lauren started, before Vaughn silenced her with a kiss.

"Just give her some time honey," he practically whispered.

The door opened to reveal Hannah raised an eyebrow as if to question the real reason why they were here. Calmly Sydney walked up to her, smiled, and then punched her in the nose.

"You bitch!" Hannah cried out as she stood back up and slapped her. Dodging Hannah's next couple of moves proved to be easy. Sydney learned quickly that Hannah had 1 flaw. She easily underestimated people. Especially when it came to their fighting skills. Giving her a spin kick Hannah fell to the ground. Pretending to be injured Hannah took the opportunity to slap Sydney hard across the face. Taking a few steps back from the sting of the slap Sydney forgot about it when she realized what Lauren was doing. Sark had up till then just casually sat back and watched that fight. As if he were watching a golf game, or someone pouring his wine. When Sark realized what she was doing he sprang into action. He ran quickly to the door where they were fighting but before he could lay a hand on Hannah, he slipped and fell on a piece of paper. *lol* His ego and pride were hurt far more than he physically was. Had they been in a different situation, Sydney might have burst out laughing at Sark's clumsiness. Mr. I'm-A-BADASS-WHO-CAN'T-BE-TOUCHED- Sark slipping and falling on a piece of paper. Taking off the safety Hannah aimed the gun at Sydney. No matter how good of a potential agent Hannah was this was her first 'field mission'. Sydney swiftly kicked the gun out of her hands, it landed somewhere underneath the desk. Giving the young woman a punch and a few kicks she just stood there. Sark tackled her once he saw her trying to do the same to Sydney. After all, he couldn't have her attacking someone that he needed in order for his plan to work. Or, was it because of something else?

A/N: So tell me did you like it? I've never done a S/S story before so please try to be a little bit on the nice side. Review, review, review. You've already done the reading, now could you please spare a little bit more time to do the reviewing. Tell me what you liked, tell me what you hated. If soon I get a really loyal reviewer I will make a character for them in the story. I'm gonna tell you up front, I have no clue how long I'm gonna make this story. But don't worry it's not even close to finishing. Please tell me in your review if you want me to update. Hope I get some loyal readers/reviewers. I try to update every Friday, meaning by Saturday you should see it up on the site. As always, have fun reading my stories. Please review.

With luv to all her readers/reviewers,

LilsurferSango

p.s. be sure to check out my other Alias story in the meantime while you wait for me to update. It's called "Freaky Friday, Alias Style" . enjoy that. I usually update that every Friday too.