*Disclaimer*: I don't own Alias…but I would love to get it for my birthday. *^^*
Dedication: This story is and will always be dedicated to bbclarinetgurl (aka naughty/nice/brilliant), enjoy the fluff!!! *^^* I'm feeling happy today I just read a really good Sarkney fic, so, someone in this chapter might have really fluffy scene *wink wink*
A/N: Here you go, nice and fluffy. If I get at least 5 reviews I'll post the next chapter on 2 or 3 days. This story is gonna end soon which means I need reviews! I already have the last chapter written and if you wanna see it soon then please review, I don't care if it's just one freaking word. *yes I did resort to mild language, for now but you wouldn't want anything to happen to our favorite characters… especially the blossoming couple… now would you?
Hey reader, stop being a freeloader. Review!!!!!! I don't care about the review's length. It could be one word! Just review! If not, I might have to take out my frustration on the characters AND postpone posting it up!
Hehe lets see if you can recognize a certain phrase in here from another ABC show. *Hint* it's the slogan from the show "the Mole 2". (doesn't come on anymore in case you were wondering).
*What are the names of Dixon's two kids? * I forget, lol. If you know please tell me. It'd make me really happy. Until then I'm gonna use the names Max and Emma. They just popped into my heads. Once I find out though, I will change the names.
Chapter 11~
***Unknown agent's POV***
"Sir, Mr. Dixon?" the agent asked, worry filled his voice. He watched in surprise as the deputy director walked towards the unknown woman. Drawing his gun he followed in case this woman tried anything.
***Vaughn's POV***
He awoke with a groan as he felt someone slap him again.
"Who the hell are you?" a voice asked. Young? He thought perplexed drifting off into the blackness that threatened to consume him.
***Sydney's POV***
Sydney awoke to find herself in a familiar room on a bed. Looking around she wasn't surprised to find herself in Rome. This room looked so familiar because she had been here… but when? She heard someone rummaging around, what she assumed from the looks of it, the apartment. She looked toward the closet, something wasn't quite right about that. Walking into the room, Sark leaned against the doorway for once with his feelings expressed on his face. He had a boyish grin on his face and no smirk. Sydney gave a small frown as she realized he was still wearing a suit (but without a tie).
"Feeling refreshed?" he asked, the grin never leaving his face. He started to walk over to the bed and she silently asked herself what she was doing here, but as soon as he started kissing her she effortlessly found the answer to that question. Vaughn was somewhat conventional and very much like a sexy safety blanket that could fight. Sark on the other hand was enigmatic, hazardous, spontaneous, very sexy, and alluring all rolled into one. Moving on, was clearly the answer, and she had no doubt in her mind who would help her with that. She kissed Sark and fluently pulled off his shirt, never once taking her lips off his. Her eyes darted to the closet uneasily for a second. There was something there; she knew it.
***Dixon's POV***
He stared in confusion at the woman standing beside him. "Diane?" he asked again. This time the woman turned around running into his arms. "Wait, I thought you were dead?" he asked pulling away from the embrace.
"I thought I was to, but then at the last second before the explosion someone jumped in the car from the passengers side. Someone else and the person who jumped in died pulled me out. I was so confused. Then, then I saw someone who looked oddly like Sydney. She didn't sound like her though, and she looked older then Sydney. She told me that she had saved my life and that she wanted me to do her a favor. I was told that if I ever told anyone what the favor was my life would be in danger. It was a weird favor, but I don't think I want to say what it was. You never know. She said she didn't want to hurt me, she just needed me for something." she finished crying into her husband's arms. She whispered something into his ear that shocked him, "she also told me to tell you to get your agents out of that building, soon; really soon." He pulled back surprised then ran back into the van telling them everything and worrying what to do about it. The agent who had followed Dixon out of the van gave her a look of suspicion. After a few minutes he shrugged then went back in the van, it was way too late, and he needed some sleep.
***Lauren's POV***
Lauren had just decided to go search for her husband when her walkie-talkie went off. "All Agents, get back here immediately. That is an order. Withdraw to mobile home base." Dixon's voice screamed. After a thought Lauren hurried to find her husband, after checking to make sure her 9mm was loaded. She had told herself that she would shoot someone if she needed to she just wasn't sure if she could. Throwing open the door she looked up and down the white flights of stairs for her husband. She had admired Sydney for her skills and from what she had heard from Weiss she was a spontaneous and implausible agent. Running down one flight of stairs she stopped at the door leading to the floor beneath the one she had been previously in. Her blonde hair flew as she tried to kick open the door. "Damn" she muttered under her breath, Sydney had made it look so easy. Opening the door regularly she ran in. She had done it again; when Sydney had first come back she was sure that Michel would stay with her for the sake or their marriage. But now she wasn't so sure, everything always came back to her. Their conversations became more arguments then ever before. She slowed to a stop in front of a room in which a voice was yelling at someone.
"Answer me!" the voice screamed, and from the tone it sounded like they had been asking the question for a while now. "Why were you following me? Answer me! Damn it!"
Lauren ran into the room her gun out and ready. She knew she was dealing with an amateur from the way they were 'questioning' the person. She was surprised to find her husband lying on the floor and a girl standing over him. He seemed to be unconscious. She was still yelling at him though. Punching the girl she flew across to hit the wall and Lauren winced when she did. The girl looked to be about 15 years old, long legs and arms, shorts and a tank top. Her flip-flops had gone flying when she had hit the wall. Not the best attire for someone in this business. Groaning the girl got up crying that she didn't have any money and was acting in self-defense. Lauren hurried to check on her husband to see what damage had been done.
"What self defense? Did he even do anything to you?" she asked fingering her husband's face gently.
"He was following me, and calling my name. He had a gun and was increasing on me fast. He had this look in his eyes… a look that frightened me… so I tried to go up yet another flight of stairs and he followed me, I went down 2 flights and he was still following me, I was scared, I didn't know him and he wouldn't leave me alone… so I attacked him before he could attack me. Rule number 1 'if possible try to prevent yourself from becoming a victim.' " She recited, telling Lauren the story.
"Is your name by some possibility, Lauren?" she asked lifting her husband onto the bed.
"Yes", she answered backing up to the wall and the lamp. The room was so sparsely furnished it was her only defense in case this woman tried anything. It had a typical hotel bed, a television, mini bar, 3 dressers, 2 lamps, and 3 chairs. Two of the dressers were small dressers, one, besides the bed, was holding the usual bible inside of it with 1 lamp and a phone on top of it. The bottom drawer was empty for her to put her stuff in. the second one on the other side of the bed had a lamp on it with a list of favorite channels. The two drawers were empty… or so she thought. The last one was a huge dresser that was longer then the bed. It held the television and the mini bar. It had 4 drawers holding her stuff. The white walls had no wallpaper and the carpet was red to match the comforter on the bed. Except for the television and the mini bar everything seemed to be wood. The dresser with only the lamp and the list on it was closet to the window and wall and that was the one in which the younger Lauren was standing next to now.
"This man, he wasn't looking for you. My name is Lauren, too. He was looking for me. I'm his wife," she explained stepping closer to the girl.
"What man doesn't know where his wife is, especially on their honeymoon?" the girl asked.
"We're not on our honeymoon. I have my right to privacy just like you do-" Lauren started.
"Good, then leave me the fuck alone!" the girl screamed heading for the door.
"I would," Lauren stated blocking her path, "except that I don't believe your little story here."
The girl looked towards the window again as if considering that option. "Look, I don't know who you are, but I'd really like you to leave before I have to call the police."
"Just tell me the truth and I'll go away. You can trust me; I have no secrets to hide. Just tell me, come on." Lauren coaxed the girl.
Suddenly Lauren's walkie talkie went off loud, "Agent Reed, get your as back here now! That is an order! We need to take count of our remaining agents! You have 5 minutes to get your ass out here or there will be consequences! Reed-" Lauren turned off her walkie-talkie and gave the girl a look of innocence.
"You lied you stupid bitch!" the girl screamed heading towards the window.
***Sydney's POV***
Sark had been kissing Sydney's now bare neck when he noticed she seemed to be distracted. "What is it?" he whispered looking her in the eye.
"It's," she whispered putting a strand of hair behind her ears, "The closet."
"Don't tell me you're afraid of some kind of monster in the closet," he joked still in a whisper. "You know this is really killing the moment here."
"No," she said moving closer to whisper in his ear, "I think someone's in there. Seriously." Giving one last look to Sydney Sark rolled off the bed (topless) and shoved open the door dropping his jaw in surprise.
***Dixon's POV***
"You get her anything she says she wants or needs. Does everyone understand?" he ordered them.
The 4 agents nodded their heads in unison. They were fresh from the 'farm' and right now they weren't really needed so, might as well make Diane happy and content.
"Are, are they ok?" Diane asked referring to their children.
"Yes sweetie, Max and Emma are fine. They just miss you so much." He said giving her a hug and then a kiss. Diane was dressed in white sweatpants and a white blouse. She had on sneakers with no socks. Her normally thick straight hair was extremely thin and curly, her eyes looked as if she hadn't gotten sleep in years. Dixon just smiled, she was beautiful and she was home. She gave him a smile as she waited patiently as the agents brought her something to eat. Dixon's smile faded, the mother of his children and his wife was back after he thought she was dead, so why wasn't hew happy? Something didn't seem right to him, this didn't feel right at all.
***Mila's POV***
Mila pulled into a warehouse similar to the one Sydney and Vaughn used to meet in. She looked behind her, her black hair whipping around as she did so. Turning to face her mother she shook her hair back to its proper place. "You'd better start talking or I'll drop you off at the CIA the first chance I get." Hannah ordered her mother.
"Don't you give me order little girl. I brought you into this world and I can take you out of it." Irina threatened. "Besides, you'd be shot the second they caught you on CIA grounds."
Mila gave her mother a cruel smile as if to say 'I know and I don't care'.
"What happened to Sydney? Where was she? What did Sloane do to her? What is his plan? What's your deal in all of this? Tell me damn it!" she yelled losing patience.
Irina rolled her eyes and regretfully sapped her daughter. "You have to learn that patience is a virtue. If you don't you will get killed in this business. Is that what you want to get yourself killed? This isn't some kind of training program. You're in the big leagues now, and you'd better start acting like it." A silent tear slid down her cheek before she hurriedly wiped it off. "I've seen way to many great potentials get killed because they like to fool around or don't take this seriously. Welcome to the real world of espionage. Here if you want answers you find them yourself. You earn the right to know that information. Trust no one, doubt every piece of information you get, and even question yourself. If you see someone act peculiar or fail a mission, don't chalk it up as them being a beginner. Research everyone you hire, make sure you know more about them then you do your own self. Because in this game everyone has smiles on their faces and knives behind their backs. Be careful, sweetie." She finished. Her daughter soaked all the information in.
She gave her mom a look of sadness as a tear ran down her cheek. "What if I cant? What if I can't defend Stacia?" she cried. Looking up suddenly she blurted out a question Irina had prayed she would never ask.
A/N: Sorry about the fluff but I just had this idea that popped into my head but hat meant decreasing some of the fluff. Sorry. I shall make it up though. If you don't know who some people are, don't worry, I'll explain. That plot is thickening.
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