Disclaimer: I don't own Alias, nope JJ does, don't own that pimpin' turkey that my friend has (sorry, I just love that turkey), nope Luisa does. All I have is the lint in my pocket, and an obsession with Alias, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Inuyasha, and (the gone but never forgotten) Dark Angel.
Dedication: Dedicated 2 Bbclarinetgurl (aka naughty/nice/brilliant) 4 eva! Hehe I just found out a really cool spoiler. Email me if you want me to spoil you.
DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE SPOILED THIS CHAPTER HAS A SPOILER IN IT FOR THE UPCOMING EPISODE (s?) WHATEVER, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. If you don't recognize where the spoiler is ask so in your review. If I get at least 5 reviews I'll update in 2-3 days…Maybe even 1!
A/N: My sis feels special because she was born in Santa Barbara. OMG! Did anyone watch Eloise at Christmastime last week? I didn't watch all of it, but I was channel surfing last week and guess who I saw on Eloise? Take a guess. I saw Sark! And he didn't have his prison-cut hair either! It was all grown out. YAY! Couldn't calm down for a while. I apologize the first Sloane POV was supposed to give some answers, but I let my friend beta it and she said it kinda made her feel a *little* bit sorry for him. I will make up for that, I must have someone bitch slap him or something. Replies to your reviews, as always, are at the end of the story.
*Sigh* after a few complaints about the POV's not being labeled. I finally gave in and this chapter's POV will be labeled. It's just really really really really extremely unbelievably annoying to write those… just like disclaimers.
Previously on "A twisted world after all": I got lazy, go read the other chapter then come back and read this chapter if you forgot what happened.
Chapter 8~ If you remember
TURN BACK NOW IF YOU DON'T WANNA READ ABOUT THE SPOILER, THEN READC AFTER THE EPISODE AIRS!!! You have been warned twice!!!
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(We see Sydney and Sark sitting on a bed talking and laughing)
"So, where should we go for our anniversary? How about Santa Barbara?" Sark asked. Sydney cocked her head to one side.
"Oh wait, that's not such a good idea, because that's where you and Agent Vaughn-" Sark started.
"Who is Vaughn?" Sydney asked a confused Sark.
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***Vaughn's POV***
Vaughn's body tensed as he saw the door start to open.
"Room Service" the voice called from outside the room and he let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. He sat back down on the bed and then after a thought he got up and left the room.
***Maid's POV***
She walked gracefully around the room dusting everything and every now and then she would look into a mirror that reflected the table in which Sark was hiding. With a smirk she walked quietly over to the object in question. Her smile disappeared as she delivered a swift kick to a surprised Sark. She pulled him out from under the table and muttered angrily, "Surprised to see me, asshole?"
***Weiss's POV***
Maybe he could buy some tequila and get her to open up that way. Nah, he couldn't do that, no to Sydney. But what if she was too stubborn to open up any other way? Damn, life is complicated, and I really need a girlfriend.
***Motorcycle woman's POV***
She walked quickly in the direction on Sydney's room. But, after seeing Vaughn she turned on her heel and headed in the opposite direction. This action though had come a second too late. Vaughn had turned his head her way and gave her a look of surprise as recognized who she was.
***Sloane's POV***
Damn you Sark, he cursed the younger man. You should never have interfered with us, with the prophecy. You took her away from me! I wasn't done yet. That's what you get! If there are any permanent damages done to her, it will be on your conscious, not mine. You took her before…You can't blame me for her not remembering her past. He looked down and realized that he had broken yet another one of his silverware. He had broken (not the plastic ones) 4 spoons and 6 forks. His anger was being transferred into strength. At least I got her before they could finish what they had started. That was what I was trying to do to Sydney, transfer her strength, to move on to the next stage in the prophecy, before *he* took her away. Then after awhile, I knew you would come back. You had a conscious; you couldn't let her live like this; so you asked me to fix it. Let her remember. You know as well as I do that in order to take something you must first give something to exchange for it. Life isn't perfect; deal. By this time Sloane was standing up and hitting his hand on a wall. He was trying *so* hard to blame this on Sark. It had to be Sark's fault. He-he he couldn't have possibly done this to Sydney. He never wanted to lie to her. Even when she came back, it hadn't really been a lie. He had been looking for her when she was with Sark. He just *hadn't* been looking for her for almost 2 years. But, that didn't mean he didn't look. Sydney was like a child to him. It's a shame, never really had one. He and Irina hadn't been the best of friends but they were good. Then, one day he felt a connection with Irina that he couldn't explain. When she had *died* he continued that connection to her through Sydney. Little did he know, his thoughts weren't all that off from the truth.
***Sydney's POV***
Sydney's gaze roamed almost directly over to Vaughn who was staring awe struck at some woman who she could not see through the crowd. A wave of jealousy hit her, then came the Bristow stubbornness. Rolling her eyes she walked past both of them and headed for her room for some much needed rest.
***Sark's POV***
He flew and his head hit the spring on the bed. Jumping up, gearing for action he recovered from his state of shock. He easily dodged her attacks then flipped her onto the space between the bed and the desk before punching her in the nose. The maid tried to kick him again but the black maid's skirt she was in was hard to fight in. Picking her up by the black blouse she was wearing (underneath it was a white blouse) Sark asked her a few questions. "What are you doing here? What did you do to Sydney?"
***Vaughn's POV***
Pulling out his gun he aimed it at the motorcycle woman. As people saw this screams ran out and people ducked for cover. The woman smirked and pulled out her own gun. "Irina, put your gun down now!" he screamed, taking the safety off his. Irina just blinked at him in reply. Getting ready to shoot at her, Vaughn repeated his demand. Even though she was in a white tank top, white boots, and black tight leather skirt Vaughn knew that wouldn't slow her down.
"Ok" Irina said starting to lower her gun.
A girl ran towards a woman who looked like her mother and others held their breath.
"Do me a favor, say hi to Sydney for me." Irina told him before shooting him in the arm and running, heading for Sydney's room. He held his left arm in pain before following her. Whipping out his phone Michael dialed an all too familiar number "I need back up right now, Irina Derevko (is that how you spell it?) was just spotted in the Lulu hotel." (I'm not sure if that's an actual hotel.)
***Maid's POV***
She smirked as she said, "What, no hello?" Sark slapped her and she flew onto the bed. "Ow" she cried in pain. She rolled off the bed and headed for her cart. Grabbing her gun off the cart she aimed it at Sark. "Should I tell sister dearest that you said hi?" she asked.
***Irina's POV***
Irina burst into the room shouting at the maid, "Mila! Drop it!" The girl looked at Irina her eyes full of tears. "Mommy?"
***Sydney's POV***
She turned around as fast as she could and headed back to the lobby after she heard the shot. But, because of the people running around scared, she couldn't see a thing at first. When it did clear she saw a sight that brought tears to her eyes. There in the midst of the people running were Lauren and Vaughn in an embrace. Turning around she headed quietly toward her room once more.
***Vaughn's POV***
He pulled away from the embrace with his wife after a few minutes, grimacing in pain. It didn't take long for more agents to enter the hotel yelling at the civilian to stay put. A medic came up to him ad escorted the two of them outside to teak care of his wound. He saw Dixon go into a "cable" van.
***Dixon's POV***
"See if you can find Agent Bristow anywhere in the building. If you see Derevko, shoot her. Make sure you shoot to kill. If you absolutely cannot, then bring her in. Tell his to Bristow if you see her." Dixon spoke through a COM link to the agents inside the hotel.
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"So, you mean you don't remember anything?" Sark asked worriedly.
"No" Sydney shook her head. Sark looked down disappointed. He knew what he had to do. He just hoped Sydney would appreciate it, or at least remember it.
With a sigh he told Sydney, "You know what you have to do." She looked down and quietly pulled a ring off her left ring finger. "If after, you do remember, and you still want to, then you can put it back on." With a sigh Sark mentally cursed Sloane in every language he knew of.
"Are you sure Julian?" she asked. He nodded silently. Getting off the bed he took her hand and led her out of the room.
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***Sloane's POV***
Sloane played with a key to a room. Sydney had once asked him to hold this for her, so he did. When she came back, he gave her back the key, after making a copy of course. Something had to be in that room. There had to be some kind of answer in that room. Whatever it was, he would find it there, he was sure of it. Picking up the phone he booked a flight to Rome.
A/N: So? Was this chapter worth reading that crappy chapter 7. Wow I know, not much Sarkney; but there's not much Sarkney you can put when Sark's fighting someone else. I promise, there will DEFINATLY be A LOT of Sarkney next chapter. I hope it will make up for the lack of Sarkney in the previous chapters. Promise, just hold your horses. It will be up next week… unless I get a lot of reviews then I'll post it up as soon as post it up as soon as possible because I've already written the next chapter. I could never leave you guys hanging, could I? Oh yeah, I hope you really enjoy my next chapter! I know I will!
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