*Disclaimer*: If I have to keep of doing this I might go into a depression. I don't own Alias. Get over it! Stop making me write this torture people like to call disclaimers! I have only the lint in my pocket and a note from my best friend.

Dedication: Check the first 2 chapters then come back to read this if you don't know whom I'm dedicating this story to.

A/N: Wow, I'm not supposed to be writing this until next week otherwise I might post it early. Oh well, too later for that. I can't wait for the next Alias episode. More Sarkney is coming up, in this chapter and the chapters to come. I'll try to tune down the angst. In this chapter I'll explain a little bit more about Hannah. I forgot to reply to the reviews in the last chapter. So in the bottom of this chapter I'll reply to reviews for the last 2 chapters. Anyone you don't recognize is a character I made up. THAT PART ABOUT "PLOMISE" I BORROWED FROM AN EPISODE OF THAT 70s SHOW. I USED THAT SAME IDEA WITH "TLUTH'" ALSO. I'm so sorry but I lost my original copy of this chapter and that one was extremely well written. So this is a copy I made up of from what I remembered about this chapter. Hope it isn't all that bad.

Last time on "A Twisted World After All":

Sark wasn't all that bad. He had been hurt before with Allison, just like she had been hurt with Vaughn. Wait! How did she know he had been hurt before? Sark looked to the ground, silence really did say more than words ever could. Even now, she was thinking about him. He started to walk away, he knew that she wouldn't want him back, but she could have at least humored him.

Kissing him again, Lauren wondered if she should tell Michael the rest of the news. They had sort of made up, should she jeopardize all of that and tell him the whole story?

Chapter 5

"Sark, wait!" Sydney yelled grabbing his arm. He spun back around from the force of her pull. "Stay please, I want you to." Sydney knew that she and Sark were digging themselves deeper and deeper into a never-ending hole. She knew that it was only a matter of time before Jack or someone else gave her the order to kill Sark. Sydney was not so sure that she would follow out that order. That also meant she'd be screwed for not following orders. A small smile formed on Sark's lips. "I'll be all you need to forget her," she whispered.

"What?" a confused Sark asked. She didn't need to answer his question. He knew the answer already.

Damn, my stupid conscious is right. Sighing, Lauren pulled out of her husband's embrace. "Michael, we have to talk."

Wow, do I have a boring life. I so need a girlfriend. Or a dog…nope still think I need a girlfriend. Weiss sighed. He really needed to work on this. Hmm, she could divorce Vaughn, then transfer over to the British branch and then everything will be semi-ok. No, he couldn't write that down. Number 1: Take maternal leave. Number 2: Do my work for me. Wait, cant write that. Must erase. Aww crap I did it in pen. Aww crap this is the final copy. Maybe I can scribble over it.

"Sydney, let me get this before I cant." Sark started. "It's just I've* sigh* what I'm trying to say is I lov-"

Weiss decided that there was nothing her could do; the mess was already made. Dixon might yell at him, but he could take that. At least he wouldn't have to get yelled at by Kendal anymore.

"What is it Lauren?" Michael asked grasping her hands and looking her in her eyes. Lauren cast a glance down on the ground, trying to conceal the fact that she was silently crying. Should I tell him? He needs to know this? But if I tell him, what would happen to our relationship? There has to be an easier way to do this. Can't someone make the decision for me? Lauren knew she needed to tell him.

"What's wrong?"

Sydney looked down at her beeper and after seeing that the message was from Eric she read it. 'What do we do about Lauren? Come help me soon, please.'

"I'm sorry," she said looking at him apologetically, "I have to go." Sydney left Sark feeling sad and alone, surrounded by people dancing on the dance floor.

"What I'm about to say is very hard for me to tell you. So please, wait until after I'm done telling you everything. There's a saying that love has its ups and downs. Well, this is just our down. There's another saying that if you love something, set it free, and if I doesn't come back to you then it was never yours in the first place. Well, I'm setting you free, and hoping, praying, that you'll come back to me."

"Lauren, what's this about?" Vaughn asked getting scared.

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A woman with shoulder length brown hair was crying into the arms of a man with hair that because of the rain couldn't be distinguished as either dark brown or black. "He wouldn't, he wouldn't " the woman choked out looking into the man's soothing green eyes. (Green right? Oh well for this fic I'm using green.)

"It'll be ok" he crooned, "I'm here now." he stroked her back with his gentle hand. Shivering in the cold the woman stopped crying.

"Here, let's get you out of this weather" the man said, putting his jacket on her and leading her to his car. After driving for sometime they ended up at a hotel where they promptly went up to a room. Inside the room the woman began to cry again as she sat down on the bed. Sitting beside her the man comforted her the only other way he knew how. He kissed her lips, silencing her, silencing her pain. If only they knew what would come of that kiss, maybe he would have thought twice about it. One thing led to another and the next thing the guy knew was he was waking up wondering where the woman was and how the hell he was gonna explain this to his wife.

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"I asked you not to interrupt me" Lauren whined. "There was a reason behind it too."

"I'm sorry baby," Vaughn said.

"It's ok"

Eric shifted uneasily in his seat. It would come out eventually, wouldn't it? Should it come out as soon as possible or try to keep it hidden for as long as possible? Wasn't the healthier thing to have it come out soon?

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A woman with curly brown hair lay on hospital bed screaming as she gave birth. Birthing is the most magical experience in the world *scoff* yeah right. A man must have said that quote, because it certainly didn't come from a woman who had given birth before. Every minute that came along the woman was regretting this more and more.

"A few more pushes, you're almost there!" a nurse yelled to her.

"I need more ice cubes!" the woman yelled to the woman who she was currently crushing his hand. The poor man nodded as she reluctantly let go of his hand. He was just a volunteer. Not at the hospital, but he had volunteered to be her midwife. The poor woman had no one with her. A tear was falling down her cheek as she realized that even while giving birth she had never felt so alone. No woman should ever have to go pick out their wedding dress alone, no woman should have to give birth alone, any woman who had to, would probably die alone too. She frowned as she realized she would have to quickly get back in shape. No one knew about this, she shouldn't be here right now. She had to get back to work soon.

"Aww, look, it's a beautiful baby girl," a nurse crooned handing her the baby as soon as it was cleaned. The nurse seemed genuinely excited. Yeah right, excited, She probably does like 50 of these a day. The woman smiled holding her baby for the first time. Suddenly a thought came into her mind, knocking away any happiness she had inside of her. Who was the daddy? Could she take care of her on her own? Could she give the baby what she needed? More tears slid down her cheek, as she realized the answer, no. That didn't mean she wouldn't try though.

"Miss, miss, miss!" the nurse finally yelled, knocking her out of her trance.

"Huh?" the woman asked.

"What do you wanna name this precious little angel?" the woman asked.

After thinking for a while, the woman smiled while saying the name she had carefully selected, "Mila."

The nurse smiled and wrote down the name. "Mila, that's a really pretty name. What's the name?"

"Huh?" asked the confused woman.

"Is it Spanish, English, Chinese, etc.?"

"Oh!" said the woman finally understanding. "It's Russian."

"Ok now, will the child have the same name as you?"

"Yes"

"Can you spell your last name for me please?"

"Sure"

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"It's hard for me to tell you because it's about your friend, Eric Weiss" Lauren finally admitted.

****************Flashback**************************(You know the drill)

"But Mila sweetie, it's for the best" a woman pleaded.

"No! I don't wanna go!" the little girl argued.

"They can take better care of you than I can. I promise baby, you'll thank me later," the lady explained.

"But why mommy?" the girl asked.

*Sigh* "Because truth takes time. Goodbye baby, I love you." with that the unknown woman walked off leaving the crying girl with a lady whose face remained expressionless as she held back the girl from running back to her mom.

*Fast forward to another scene in flashback*

"Mila? What the hell kind of name is Mila?" a woman asked.

"But I like my name." the girl argued.

"Well I don't, and I'm your guardian now so I says what goes and what stays. And your name is defiantly going. I'm gonna call you from now on… Hannah. And if you don't answer by that name and that name only then you wont get supper toys or anything. Not even warmth in the winter. You need to learn to respect me. You will respect me, understood?"

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Kudos to my reviewers! Replies to the reviews:

FanfictionFrk4eva: Thanks, I know, I'm not perfect.

Fanatic482: I originally tried to break up this chapter into POV's but then my computer froze and I lost most of it. Anyway I took it as a sign, plus it was annoying to write those, I wasn't gonna write anymore breaks in the story, sorry.

Cayce: I really, don't know what your talking about, I don't have much swearing in my story.

leonsalanna: Maybe…maybe not. You'll have to read to find out.

A/N: So did you like it? Did it answer some of your questions? More answers are coming up! I promise I will speed up the Sarkney process a little bit. Please read and review. Tell me what you thought of it and what you want to happen. If you don't tell me or at least hint it to me and the story doesn't end up the way you wanted it to then don't blame me. I hope you like the story and keep on reviewing. More Sarkney and answers coming soon.

-Luv ya all

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