Temptation Chapter 6: The Fighting Temptations, an alias fanfic

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The Fighting Temptations

***Sydney's POV***

She crossed her arms as she was being questioned.

"Do you know anything else?" the officer asked.

"No sir." Sydney replied and walked back to her hotel room. It had taken a few hours for them to remove the water from the hotel and in that time she had cleared her mind and was now completely focused on her mission, almost. Giving a quick glance around her Sydney hurried back into the hotel.

She glanced around as she approached a door. Sliding in a slice card (or key) the door easily opened. She closed the door quickly behind her.

"Where would I keep valuable Intel?" Sydney thought aloud as she opened a drawer and searched its contents. She tried her luck with the dresser, but to no avail. She knew she had to hurry; Sark and Emily would be back soon. Eying the closet, Sydney dashed towards it, in her still wet clothes. They had somewhat dried, but were still soaked. The closet seemed real enough filled with clothes and shoes and other items.

Wait, what is that? Sydney thought. It was a CD player. In a closet? Picking it up, Sydney closed the closet and sat on the bed. Pressing the play button, a small compartment in the wall above the wooden dresser appeared. It opened up and a box was revealed. She walked up to the box and began searching through it. It contained hundred of papers and pictures. There were pictures of her and Danny; her and Vaughn; her and Noah; her and Sark, and countless others.

"Why would Sark have these?" Sydney asked. Unless these aren't Sark's. Just then the door opened and Sydney dove under the bed. A man's feet can be seen walking around most likely looking for something. After a few minutes however, they give up and leave the room. Sydney gets up, grabs a handful of pictures from the box and hurries out of the room.

***Sark's POV***

He walked back to their hotel room, hand in hand with his 'wife'.

"Hey sweetie, I have a meeting to go to, I'll see you later." Sark told his wife. She stared at him suspiciously.

"I'll be back in like an hour luv," he said accidentally slipping in some of his British accent. Fuck.

"Since when were you British? Answer me that huh?" Emily asked.

"Huh? Can't hear you, must go." Sark stated hurrying away.

***Vaughn's POV***

He walked around the hotel looking for Sydney.

***Lauren's POV**

Where the hell is everybody? She thought angrily.

***Sydney's POV***

Sydney walked into the lobby only to run into Vaughn.

"Wow Sydney, you're here too! Now isn't that just the strangest coincidence?" he asked Sydney.

But Sydney's attention was focused someplace else. Sark had just stepped into the lobby. He seemed to notice her after a minute and their gazes locked.

Thou shall not give in to temptations

I know you see me watchin you

and i see you watchin me

cuz boy your body's callin

the temptation is killin me

I know you see me watchin you

and i see you watchin me

cuz boy your body's callin

the temptation is killin me

I know you see me watchin you

and i see you watchin me

cuz boy your body's callin

the temptation is killin me

I know you see me watchin you

and i see you watchin me

cuz boy your body's callin

the temptation is killin me

"Hold on a sec Vaughn." She told him walking towards Sark.

I'm chillin at the spot and my posse's 4 deep

had my man on my mind turn my head what did i see

the fellas lookin fly there was one that caught my eyes

so i bit my lip, switched my hips as i walked by

Sayin sexy boy you so fly

I juss might give you a try

Ima write your number in the palm of my hand

oops, i forgot i got a man

"Wait, Syd, are you walking towards Sark?" Vaughn asked confused. "Isn't he your arch rival?"

*record scratches and music stops simultaneously. *

"Oh, yeah, I hate him, right." Sydney spoke, highly unsure of herself.

"right." Vaughn asked confused.

And you're pissed off at him for what he did. Sydney mentally reminded herself. but it's reasonable and, and... Crap.

"You know what Vaughn?" Sydney asked breaking her connection with Sark.

"You wanna practice adultery until we eventually elope?" he spat out quickly. As soon as he realized what he had said a look of horror splashed across his face.

"Uh, no. How about you try for one day, to shut up and think about someone else but yourself." she told him and walked up to Sark.

"Hey" she greeted.

'Hey. He echoed staring at her.

"Look, about what happened, forget about, it's ancient history after all." she told him.

I know you see me watchin you

and i see you watchin me

cuz boy your body's callin

the temptation is killin me

I know you see me watchin you

and i see you watchin me

cuz boy your body's callin

the temptation is killin me

"That's what I said a few hours ago. Whatever. Aren't you going to have to explain to solider boy over there why you're associating with a terrorist?" he asked.

"Isn't he gonna have to explain why he's stalking me?" she countered. Sark smirked.

"Let's get out of here." he told her wrapping an arm around her shoulders and walking away.

I'm thinkin to myself should i even take the chance

should i do whats on my mind

or should i stay down with my man

this boy had me feenin and im wantin him so bad

should i chill one nite with you and risk everything i had

Sayin sexy boy you so fly

I wish i could give you a try

but my mans at home waitin for me by the phone

sorry can't get my groove on

***Lauren's POV***

She snuck into the room looking for something, anything.

"I know you aren't who you say you are, Thorne." she spat. Glancing around she found a CD Player on the ground.

"Yes." she whispered. Activating it, the compartment opened and she grabbed what was left in the box.

"I knew it." she muttered.

Suddenly, the door opened and Lauren attempted to hide. It was too late, however. Someone, dressed in all black, entered the room and muttered, "you know too much." with that they pulled out their gun and shot and killed Lauren.

***Sark's POV***

Sark began to kiss Sydney as they made their way to her hotel room. When she moved to get her key card out of her pocket however, pictures fell out.

"What the bloody hell is this?" Sark asked, picking up pictures of them together.

"Why don't you tell me, they were in your hotel room." Sydney retorted.

"Well they're not mine and I don't see why you would think so." Sark argued.

"Really, that's such a great defense, 'they're not yours'. Then who else's could they be?" Sydney asked. Certainly not Emily's."

"Emily." Sark stated again. "It could be, think about this, what kind of woman doesn't recognize a stranger when he's posing as her husband?"

"Maybe she's crazy or maybe you're right." Sydney theorized. "If it's true, then you need to stay away from your hotel room."

"is that an invitation?" Sark asked smirking.

"On one condition. You have to give me some information about the operation. I need something to take back with me when I go back in 2 days." she told him.

"all right, save the fun for some other day." he joked. Sydney smiled at him, opening the door.

"what?" he asked.

"You look so cuter when you say that. And I agree with you." Sydney informed him.

Temptation is callin

I be wantin you so bad i could cry

Relationship's callin me

To do whats wrong but i gotta do right

Temptation is callin

I be wantin you so bad i could cry

Relationship's callin me

To do the wrong thing but i wanna do right ohhh....

"So do you want the front of te bed by the door of the back by the window?" Sark asked sitting on the bed and putting his hands behind his head.

"Front… back, you can call it whatever you want I'm still not having sex with you tonight." Sydney told him.

"Notice how you said 'tonight'. All right, I'll wait." Sark told her, patting to the other side of the bed. "Take a seat, it'll be awhile."

Sydney smiled and laid on the bed next to Sark while he told her some information.

***Vaughn's POV***

He stood there, still confused as to what had happened.

***Sydney's POV***

"Oh screw this!" she shouted in the middle of Sark's explanation. She began kissing him and ripping off his shirt.

Temptation is callin

I be wantin you so bad i could cry

Relationship's callin me

To do whats wrong but i gotta do right

***Guy who knows all's POV***

"So, this is how you extract information from people. Seems fun. I hope you are not double- crossing me, or you will be screwed." the man spoke out loud.

A/N: You know what I realized after rereading this chapter and last chapter? I realized that this story is actually getting a plotline. And because of the plot line the Sarkney has gone down. Well, that's just not right. That's why next chapter I'll try to put in some good Sarkney loving. Why didn't you guys tell me this? Oh well. Well, as much as my beta will allow. (She beta's PG fics, but bends a little for PG -13.) You know what else? This chapter is 6 pages long in size 12 font and almost 5 pages long in size 10 font! Yay! It is now tied for the longest chapter ever written! Go me!

~Melissa~lilspy~

'Im an Angel! Honest! The horns are just there to keep the halo up straight!'