*Disclaimer*: I don't own Alias, and I never will… not even if I throw a tantrum and kick and scream and bite people, it'll never happen.

A/N: Thanks for the great reviews! Please don't grill me too much about Sark being OOC. But if you look past that, you can enjoy the nice fluffy scene.

Milk does a body good

***Sark's POV***

He leaned forward, trying to listen to Lauren and Emily's conversation, with fruitless results.

"So, see you around?" Lauren spoke loudly.

"Looks like it." Emily told her and walked back to her hotel room.

***Sydney's POV***

Sydney stopped abruptly when she heard all sounds cease. Suddenly a man appeared in front of her, throwing a punch her way, which she easily blocked by ducking down. However, this left her defenseless for his next attack. Stiffening his hand the man threw it down with all hi strength to the middle of her back causing Sydney to collapse farther and groan in pain. Picking he up by the shirt he pushed her against the wall.

"Why were you following me? I know who you are. You're supposedly Henre's new mistress. I hate it because it means I have to make a whole new deal. You help us take down Henre, both slowly and permanently, and I'll let you in on a few secrets about my organization. Henre is a threat that's needs to be taken care of, if you come through for us, you will need to fear no one, and know our greatest defenses. Think about it. Oh and Miss Ming, if you lie about coming through for us, or you just don't come through for us then we will have to be taken care of. Think about it. Good day." The man said releasing Sydney from his grasp.

It wouldn't have been hard to escape from it, only a rookie would have had trouble, but she needed to hear whatever it was he had wanted to tell her.

The man, with curly brown hair down to just below his ears and brown, puppy dog, eyes glanced at her before advancing again. "Do we have a deal?" he asked sizing her up briefly.

"What do you think?" she asked him likely her lips and walking away smiling at her move. She hadn't given him a definite answer, but had led him to believe her answer was yes so he would get off her back about it. She glanced behind her quickly to find the man gone.

***Lauren's POV***

Lauren gave Sark a sick smirk before slowly standing up, and slightly pulling up her business skirt short causing the length between it and her knees to widen.

Sark's face displayed his lack of interest in the subject. However Lauren hadn't noticed this. Walking up to her Sark smiled. "It seems we have found ourselves in quite a sticky situation. Wouldn't you say the same Lauren? I mean with you posing as an agent and my cover almost being blown. So, what do you say you fix this little… problem you've created for us and I make sure you're not completely screwed over on your next assignment. Agreed?" Sark asked combing his fingers through her blonde hair.

She glanced at him suspiciously, pulled his hands out of her hair, and acquiesced to his wishes. "Agreed. Oh, and one more thing." She pulled his face towards him and kissed her in a kiss that he… didn't return? Damn the British. Lauren cursed mentally. Although, technically, I am British…

***Sydney's POV***

She walked back to her hotel room with even more questions spinning through her head. Should I give them the information they want, I mean this could help us out? But, could I betray Sark like that? Could I betray myself? Closing the door behind her, something caught her eye. It was a piece of paper, a receipt to be more exact, concerning Sark's hotel room. Picking up the piece of paper, Sydney pocketed it and decided to go out and jog to get the thought out of her head.

***Sark's POV***

"I believe that my presence is no longer needed. Bye, Lauren. Don't let karma come back to bite you in the ass. But then you're you so I guess you might not have to worry about that." Sark told her walking away.

"I never do." Lauren told him.

***Vaughn's POV***

Vaughn slumped on his bed, his head a beehive for thoughts. I just need some peace and quiet so I can get to sleep. He thought groggily when suddenly a loud alarm blared through the speakerphone of every hotel room. Fuck. Water immediately began to saturate each and every single one of the rooms as the sound of pounding on the doors filled Vaughn's ears.

"Get out of your rooms! Now! Exit to your nearest fire exit. You can find it to the right at the end of the hallway. Please leave your rooms! Now!" the worker screamed through the doors. "This is not a drill!"

Vaughn just rolled over and covered his ears with a pillow. Go to hell, I want some sleep. He thought closing his eyes when suddenly his door was broken down. What the fuck? He thought sitting up.

"Sir, please evacuate. This is not a bloody emergency! Leave the room now!" the guy shouted at him. Vaughn got off the bed and followed the rest of the guest to the emergency exit.

***Sydney's POV***

Sydney walked slowly towards the door as she tried to drown out the sounds of the people, the alarm, and the water gushing into her room.

"Open this door now please Miss." a man begged with her. "This is not a drill. Your life is at stake."

She grabbed 2 guns and hid them discreetly before opening the door. Closing the door behind her and pocket her keys she headed in the direction everyone else was going. Her white t-shirt was drenched as was her baggy blue pants, but since the workers wouldn't let her go back into her room to change, and she was trying to fit in she couldn't fight them.

***Lauren's POV***

She glanced around, looking frantic and standing the table. "Oh my god! My hair! Turn the sprinklers off! Turn them off now! Oh my god my hair!" Lauren cried searching frantically for something to protect it.

***Emily's POV***

"Where's Henre? Where's Henre?" Emily screamed frantic. "I can not leave him in there!" She was outside of the hotel trying desperately to get back in. She had been given a towel, but she still wanted to get back inside.

***Lauren's POV***

Seeing that everyone had left, she looked around again and then headed down a hallway, a smirk on her face.

***Sydney's POV***

Lagging behind because of her outfit, Sydney found herself walking alone in the hallway, with the water continuing to soak her clothes. Perfect. Suddenly a door opened and someone pulled her inside.

What the fuck? Sydney thought as she sent a low kick to kick the legs out from under the person. She prepared to look into the face of her "abductor" when she realized who it was.

"Sark?" she asked.

"Now we're even, sort of.' he told her. "Except I never got to straddle you." He tried putting on his best puppy dogface while Sydney rolled her eyes and got off of him.

"What are you doing Sark, there's a fucking f-" Sydney started as Sark silence her with a kiss.

"Shhhh, I pulled it." Sark told her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"The fire department is gonna come down so hard on your ass." Sydney laughed.

"Oh wow, I guess I'll have to hang out with you and pretend I'm a rookie until they think im your trusted sidekick. So, uh, as your sidekick, do I get any benefits? Of course, I'd have to be careful not upstage you be my brilliance and grace. " Sark asked moving his eyebrows up and down rapidly. (Millhouse style ~Simpsons~)

"You cocky pervert." Sydney joked slapping him.

"Yeah, but you wouldn't have me any other way." Sark said eyeing her. "You know, I never really appreciated white shirts. I guess I should e more... Appreciative." Sark closed the distance between them as the water continued to pour. It was a little lower than their knees and seemed like it would never end. Sark broke the kiss, running his fingers through her hair.

"A peach is a peach, a plum is a plum, but a kiss isn't a kiss without some tongue" Sark told her grinning.

Sydney grabbed his face and closed the distance between them again.

The door swung open with a bang and Sydney and Sark turned, expecting to find the Fire Marshal. However there staring at Sark seductively was Lauren. And she was eyeing a soaked Sark with so much desire she was partially drooling.

"Mmm, milk does the body good but DAMN how much did you drink?" she voice, audible to only the 3 of them. "And with that whore?"

"Hey Lauren, why don't you go back to your husband and don't hate me because I'm beautiful, hate me because your man thinks I am." Sydney retorted sneering at Lauren with a look of satisfaction.

"So, I'd rather be in my position than be some asshole's play toy, just to be thrown aside whenever the hell he's done." Lauren jeered.

"Lauren, you'd be happy to be in any posit-" Sydney started.

"Sydney!" Sark yelled, interrupting her. "Never argue with an idiot, they drag you down to their level then beat you with experience."

Lauren scoffed and discreetly flicked Sydney off.

"Wow, I can do that too!" Sydney cried in fake cheerfulness openly flicking off the girl.

Life's a bitch and so is karma. So don't worry, you'll get what's coming to you. Trust me", Lauren told her and slammed the door on her way out while Sydney turned to face Sark.

"Did you ever love that bitch?" Sydney asked him, staring straight into his eyes.

"Luv, what's better? A lie that draws a smile or the truth that draws a tear?" He asked backing away from her.

A tear fell down Sydney's cheek as she inched toward the door, her yes never leaving him. "Don't say you love me unless you really mean it, because I might do something crazy like believe it." With that she exited the room and ran out of the fire escape.

"Sydney wait, it's ancient history!" he yelled, but she was gone with one thought on her mind, Lauren was right.

If you want to, i can save you

I can take you away from here

So lonely inside, so busy out there

And all you wanted was somebody who cared

Can you tell me, so I can finally see

Where you go when you're gone

A/N: So, what did you think? Yay, I only used what was relevant to the story in the song. R&R or you might never get your questions answered. Will Sydney leave Sark for Vaughn? Only time will tell.