*Disclaimer*: I must confess I do not possess-Alias. Hey, tis not mine; it's JJ's all the time.
Dedication: This story is and will always be dedicated to bbclarinetgurl (aka naughty/nice/brilliant), enjoy the glory gurl *^^*!
A/N: So, need more fluff? Don't worry; this chapter has some more! As always check the end for replies to your wonderful reviews, keep 'em coming. Oh yeah, and in case you were wondering, no I don't really like Lauren, but that's because she's the other woman. That automatically makes people hate her, also did you see how she used to treat Sydney? And yea, no matter what Irina has done, I DO think she still cares a lot about Sydney. Merry Christmas everyone…(in case the next chapter isn't up in time.) A good present for me would be a review… you never know I might give you back the same present!
If I get at least 5 reviews I'll post the next chapter up in 2 or 3 days, promise.
Previously on "A twisted world after all":
***Vaughn's POV***
"Excuse me? What did you just say?" he asked surprised.
"Here, let me make this easier for you to understand. Michael, that would be you, is NOT going back in that hotel after Irina. Is there anything in that sentence you did not get?" She demanded.
"Yeah; the part about me not going back in the hotel. I am a free man, and I'll do whatever the hell I want to as long as it's legal." he shot back.
"Well I am your wife and you just got shot your not going back in there, after you just finished getting it dressed like a minute ago!" she yelled.
"We need as many agents as we can get. We might actually have a chance of capturing Irina and or Sark," he argued.
"Listen Michael, you need to take a breather and stop living in your _dead_ father's shadow." Lauren argued.
***Unknown POV***
A woman walked quietly up to the "cable" van, looking around making sure that no one was looking.
***Sark's POV***
Sark wasn't surprised by the question. He knew she would ask if someday.
"I, I don't know where you were the whole time you were gone, but I do know part of it. I didn't know at first, that you didn't remember…where you were. I didn't find out until…awhile later. I knew it had seemed a little weird then when you talked to me there was no sarcasm, no hate, nothing except… interest." he started. "I thought you had turned over a new leaf. So if you could then I could. I slowed down a lot on what you could call crimes because… I think I was afraid. Afraid of losing you. I had wanted you for so long. I didn't want to lose you so soon."
Sydney moved toward Sark and cupped his head as she kissed him.
"Bristow, are you there? I think I know where Sark is." a voice called from here walkie-talkie.
***Mila's POV***
"We have to go mommy," she said pulling her mom off the bed. "If we stay longer the CIA will soon be onto us. I have some things on the cart that you can change into. We can slip out of here easy. They don't have enough agents looking to catch us. The hotel's too small." she said. Irina nodded the hurried to get dress.
***Sloane's POV***
Arvin's gun poked him in his side as he walked out of the airport. Looking at the address he had written down from the key (which he had hidden) he got in a taxi and headed for the location on the key.
***Sydney's POV***
Things felt so good, so real, so perfect, so… right sitting here with Sark. Sydney didn't want it to go away not yet. Maybe, not ever. Before she thought about what she was saying Sydney said something he had told her before, "I love you so much, I would do anything to be with you."
He looked at her carefully before asking, "Enough to leave the CIA?"
Chapter 10~ Alluring decisions
***Vaughn's POV***
He had never slapped someone close to him. Especially not his wife. But she was sure as hell pushing it. Sighing he tried desperately to reason with her.
"This isn't about Irina is it?" she accused suddenly shaking him out of his thoughts. "It's about Sydney. About Sydney being in there, and Irina and Sark on a rampage. I don't need your answer Michael; I already know it. It was always about her. Even when she was dead, you always put her before me." Lauren said starting to walk away.
"Lauren wait." he said grabbing her shoulder.
"Get off me Michael!" she screamed. Then in a lower tone she added, "When this is all over, don't even bother coming home tonight." She walked away before he could reply as she grabbed 3 guns and headed back inside the hotel.
***Lauren's POV***
Feh, stupid bitch, you should have stayed dead. You ALWAYS do this to me. Why the hell can't you just butt the fuck out of my life? I swear if I get a chance to shoot you and I can frame someone else I won't think twice about it. Lauren thought angrily.
***Sydney's POV***
Sydney just blinked at him. She hadn't really thought about that. Could I leave the CIA for Sark? Should I?
Apparently Sark knew she wouldn't be able to answer him soon. So instead he told her, "It's ok, you don't actually have to, and we could work something out."
Sark had always done that, made exceptions for her. Just like Vaughn, she thought sadly.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked him.
He moved closer and whispered his plan in her ear.
*** Unknown agent's POV***
He stared as the door opened and Sark came out. He prepared to shoot when Sark pointed a gun to Sydney's head. "Shoot, and she dies," he threatened.
***Vaughn's POV***
"Agent Vaughn? Are you there? We found Sark and he has taken agent Bristow hostage," some agent yelled into the walkie-talkie. He couldn't believe the CIS were using walkie-talkies but they were. They had to; they were trying to listen to the radio waves going in, out, and around the hotel. This way, it was easier not to get theirs mixed up in the commotion. Hearing this Vaughn grabbed some guns and ran into the hotel despite a few agents' warnings.
***Dixon's POV***
The unknown woman had caught his attention. He was almost in a trance.
***Sark's POV***
He repeated the threat then slowly made his way with Sydney out the hotel. Once outside Sark led Sydney to a black BMW.
***Sydney's POV***
"Sweet ride" Sydney said once inside the car.
"Really?" Sark asked once he had started the car. "Because it's yours. I'm just borrowing it."
"Really?" Sydney asked in disbelief. She was about to say that she didn't remember buying a BMW but then shut her mouth. "So, uh… Where are we going?"
Sark didn't take his eyes off the road, scanning for CIA before answering her, "Rome."
***Vaughn's POV***
Running up the stairs he searched frantically each floor before going to the next one. Once on the 6th floor he ran into a still angry Lauren.
"Figure's you would come." she spat quietly looking around, anger could still be heard though her voice. "It never did take much convincing for you to tag along as long as it involved her." She opened the door to the stairs heading up to the next floor as soon as she had said that.
***Unknown agent's POV***
"Hello? Director Dixon?" he asked tapping on Dixon's shoulder.
***Vaughn's POV***
With a groan he followed after his wife. "Lauren." he called as he made his way up. He hadn't been able to take 2 more steps before he was knocked unconscious.
***Lauren's POV***
Lauren worriedly kept looking back at the door towards the stairs. It had been 5 minutes and he still hadn't come looking for her again. Had I pissed him off that much? She wondered if she should go check on him but decided not to. That would make me seem too desperate. He can rot wherever he is for all I care. But she did care, where was he anyway?
***Sark's POV***
He watched a now sleeping Sydney with smile on his face. She's still as beautiful and loyal as ever. I wonder if I should just go ahead and tell her everything. She certainly deserves to know what happened. Carefully picking her up, Sark carried Sydney onto his private jet.
***Irina's POV***
Hurrying into Mila's pizza van she gave her a look of confusion. "A pizza van?" she asked again as they drove away.
"Yes a pizza van, Im' sorry if it's not up to your standards, but it's an easy cover." Mila said while driving the van. The had both changed into delivery clothes. During this time of year lots of teenagers checked into the place because of the convenience of the location. It was close to the beach, to teen clubs, unsupervised parties, the works. Except that the food and drinks were expensive, so teens often ordered out.
***Dixon's POV***
Dixon just stared in awe at the woman.
"Sir?" an agent asked. But Dixon didn't even look at him. All he did was utter, "Diane?"
***Lauren's POV***
She couldn't take it anymore; she had to know if he was alright. So the question is, did she continue looking for Irina and Sark who were probably long gone, or did she disobey orders and look for her husband who was probably avoiding her until she calmed down?
I give Kudos to my reviewers. Replies:
Niki: you never know… the cat will soon be out of the bag though. Thanks, Merry Christmas to you too!
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A/N: I know I know my fluff needs to be fluffier. Promise it will be FLUFFY! I promise. Hey, have I ever let you down? Now don't let me down and press that submit review button and review this chapter please. Pretty please with a Vaughn/Sark/Weiss on top?
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