Disclaimer: I don't own Alias, or any of it's character, which includes *sigh* Sark…

A/N: You might be confused for while, don't worry Sarkney's this is not SV. Catalyst scientifically is something that speeds up a process of something (basically, that all you need to know). Sark's turn… is it a dream, or is it fate?

Seduction's catalyst

Sark tapped his fingers on the tabled lightly in a soothing rhythm. He was wearing the usual suit, while slightly slouching in a chair in a restaurant residing in Paris. Eyes darting to a woman strolling in, he licked his lips as he stood up. The woman tossed her luscious curly black hair as she turned and playfully smirked, sizing him up, at him, a silent gesture stating that she had noticed him watching her. Returning her attention to the man beside her, the woman whispered to the man beside her. The man turned around and frowned at Sark.

Agent Vaughn, what are you doing here? Sark thought disgusted. He tuned out the agent and refocused his attention on the other agent beside him, Sydney. They were here on some easy mission to retrieve some Intel, which they had done 5 minutes prior. Now, Sark was busy attempting to separate Sydney from her leeching ex. Which was proving to be a harder task than it had appeared before. Sydney was now wearing a gold dress that had intense luster while Vaughn was in a suit. She was escorted or rather dragged by Vaughn to a currently empty table while she locked her gaze on Sark. He helped her in her seat and she crossed her legs as she sat down, obviously annoyed. Smiling all of a sudden she offered to buy him a drink.

"Sure" Vaughn answered his eyes only on her. The drinks came shortly after, although Vaughn downed his in practically a few gulps.

Sydney shifted her eyes nervously around the restaurant which got Sark's attention; something was up. Sydney stood up and motioned to Vaughn to follow. They walked down a secluded hallway and Sark followed close behind. Less than 10 feet later Sark heard a thud. Running to Sydney's aid he came to find Vaughn slouched on the ground unconscious. Most likely, thanks to the drug in the drink Sydney had given him. Spotting Sark Sydney smirked, "playing with fire, huh?" she teased into his ear. The hallway was only sparsely lit shadowing her faces at places.

"Let's get out of here." he told her and they left the restaurant out a back door.

It didn't take them long to reach the building. Opening the door with the only free hand he had left, Sark currently had the other arm around Sydney's waist, they made their way into the dark house. Sydney ran her hand through his short hair while kissing him. He opened his lips wider for her tongue to dance with his. He easily slipped the dress over her head. Sydney peeled off his shirt as they walked towards the bedroom. They stopped short however, when they heard a crash. Something had fallen, and by the sound of it, it was Sydney's vase. Sydney rolled her eyes and stepped out of Sark's embrace. Reaching for the gun in his pocket, Sark followed the sound with Sydney right behind him.

"There's no one here." Sydney whispered to him.

"Let me check around first." Sark told her. He walked into a nearby room to investigate while Sydney went in another.

Sark found himself in what appeared to be the living room of the house. Everything seemed to be where it was supposed to be, the couch, the tv, the tables, everything.

"Maybe it was one of the dogs." Sydney suggested, referring to their dogs, a Yorkshire Terrier, Alaskan Malamute, and a Golden Retriever.

"Must have been." Sark theorized. "Now where were we?"

Sark kissed Sydney and started to peel off her bra when they heard another noise.

"Eww" someone shrieked.

Turning around Sark and Sydney stared dumbfounded at a girl who was no more than 10 years old. Her curly blonde hair and brown eyes shown with repugnance and revelation. "My eyes! I'm scarred for life! Mom, dad, get a room! Hey, uh, can I be blind now please?" she shouted before turning and running away.

Sydney smiled at Sark and he smirked in response.

"Sorry, Mr. And Mrs. L., the park closed early and I didn't know you guys would be home so soon." the red-headed babysitter explained coming into the room while covering her eyes with her hand. She was 15, but considering they were like a second family to her, she didn't want to see them in that situation. "We're uh, gonna leave the house and go someplace now. We'll go see "Catch that Kid" or something. It's, uh, nice to see that adults are still as friendly with their, uh, partners, as we are. Bye." With that the girl, dressed in shorts and a Gators jersey, ran out of the room, calling the little girl's name.

Sark sat up in bed laughing. "No more strawberries right before bed I guess. What am I saying? I'm gonna have strawberries every night from now on." Still laughing he fell back on his pillow and closed his eyes in an attempt to resurrect the dream and maybe tweak it just a little. Any dream with Sydney was good, and especially when he wasn't in some damn CIA issued cell. Hmm, Sydney really is seduction's catalyst

El Fin

A/N: So, what did you think? It didn't come out exactly how I wanted it to, but oh well. Review please and tell me what you thought of this one and or it's partner. If you review you will both get a cookie and praise from a grateful author. *holds out plate of cookies*, so review?