Disclaimer: I've finally made an analogy for you guys. Alias: JJ:: Temptation: me. (read as: Alias is to JJ as temptation is to me.) It means JJ owns Alias and I don't. I own Temptation though. I don't own any of the original cast of Alias.
A/N: Thanks so much for the uplifting reviews!
The blonde bitch in all of us
***Sark's POV**
He walked glumly into the lobby, wondering how to pass his time. His 'wife' wouldn't be expecting for at least 20-50 minutes, and Sydney had basically kicked him out. Well, i could always reread the information on-- Sark started to think.
"Henre Jacques Divurles! What are you doing here!" a woman's voice screeched.
Shit, ok, think Sark. Sark thought before coming up with a logical answer. "I know, I know, I was supposed to be at a meeting. But, it was cancelled seeing as how the main person failed to make an appearance and I thought I'd use the time to buy you something special."
"Oh, Henre!" Emily squealed jumping into his arms. "Ok, so, what is it?"
***Sydney's POV**
Getting off the bed, she wondered what Sark was doing.
"But what about Henre?" a man asked outside of her door, walking along to hallway. Sydney sprinted to the door and pressed her ear against it to no avail. The voice was gone. Opening her door cautiously, Sydney pocketed her card key and walked in the direction the voice had gone, closing the door rapidly and silently behind her.
***Vaughn's POV***
Pocketing his key he searched for room 78 B. He turned when he heard running, but he couldn't see anyone. "75, 77, 79. It must be on the other side. 76, 78, ah ha! 78!" Vaughn cried happily. However, when he inserted his key card, the door didn't open. "What the?" the whispered then looked up at the door number. 78 A.
"Son of a-" Vaughn started and the door opened in front of him.
"Can I help you?" a man asked dressed in a robe.
"Why are you still dressed in a robe? It's past noon for Christ's sake." Vaughn yelled.
"Well, now, I wasn't exactly, sleeping, Mr. I was-" the man started.
"All right! I get the picture." Vaughn told him. "Where's the 'B' section?"
"A C-section? You're a woman?" the man asked taking step back.
"No! The 'B' section? Where is it?" Vaughn pronounced slowly.
"What are you blind? Now, why can't you just read the signs just like everyone else? Thought you were something special. Cha! Obviously not!" the man told him and slammed the door in his face.
Vaughn sighed and retraced his steps. When he reached the beginning of the hallways he realized the man's point. Right in front of the hallways was a 2 by 2 foot sign that read "Section A". Sighing he headed back to the front desk to ask them to point him in the right direction.
***Lauren's POV***
"I don't want a room with a balcony view, I need it. So, I suggest you get off your lazy ass and find me one!" Lauren yelled crossing her arms.
"What's her problem?" a few people behind her asked each other.
"Make sure it's a suite, a spacious suite with paintings form famous artists, and ya da ya da. Do you understand? I also want to be able to use the spa, pool, and gym." Lauren informed bitterly.
"I'll t-tr- try Miss." the poor worker told her searching their files.
"You'll try? You'll try? You'll do it!" Lauren screamed. By now just about everyone in the lobby was staring at Lauren, including Sark and Emily.
"Ye- yes Miss." the man stumbled again. "I' I- I'm sorry Miss, but we have nothing and will have nothing that fits that criteria for another week."
"What did you say?" Lauren snapped.
"We'll have room ready in an hour." he lied, getting ready to both wet his pants and kick some innocent person out of their room.
"Not good enough." Lauren told him moving closer to him.
"Ok, we'll have one ready in fa- fa- 5 minutes Miss." he told her running away to kick someone out of their room and, to have a maid hurriedly clean it up.
When Lauren turned around, she realized everyone was staring at her. She faked a smile and whispered, "Marriage problems. Asshole can't keep his hands off her and on me." With that she walked toward one of their red loveseats and plopped down, crossing her legs in the process.
Sark smirked at her and Emily noticed it.
"Henre! What is wrong with you? The only woman you're supposed to appreciate that way is I! M! E! ME! Do you understand that you horny bastard?" Emily screamed and ran away passing by Lauren first.
"Husbands." she muttered.
"Tell me about it." Lauren agreed. "Wait, listen, if you ever want to, we could sit down and discuss our husbands. I'm sure there is a lot we could learn from it." Lauren told her grabbing Emily's arm and staring at Sark.
"I think you're right. Thanks, I'm Emily, Emily Divurles. " Emily introduced herself.
Lauren smiled, "Hi Emily. I'm Sydney. Sydney Bristow."
A/N: Uh oh! What's next? *Gasp* Tell me what you thought. Review please. Otherwise you might never find out what happens… Promise… there will be Sarkney in the next chapter.