Temptation Chapter 9: Someday, an alias fanfic

Disclaimer: You would know if I owned Alias, there would be plenty of Sarkney and absolutely no Lark.

A/N: hmmm… not giving anything away about this chapter. Oh yeah *holds out plate of cookies* take some if you reviewed before, otherwise, hands off.

Someday

***Sydney's POV***

Sydney laid back on the said with a sigh of frustration. What is there to do in Paris besides shop and visit the Eiffel Tower? "Maybe Agent Wrinkles can show me around tomorrow." she muttered. "Wait a second, that's a great idea. Hey, he's French." She sat up in bed and stared out in the sky. It was pitch black outside. She didn't have a balcony, but she had a window. Which reminds me, I need to close the curtains. The blue curtains, were in fact pulled apart so that the night sky could be seen. Just about two days had gone by in this stupid hotel and she still hadn't had her way with Sark. She only had 1 more day too.

how the hell did we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able, to see the signs that we missed? try and turn the tables,
I wish you'd unclench your fists,
and unpack your suitcase,
Lately there's been too much of this,
But dont think its too late

***Vaughn's POV***

He walked up the flight of stairs and opened the door, letting it slam back into the doorway from which it belonged. He tried to control his breath as he ran, the numbers on the doors seemed blurry at times and seemed to flu past him at others. Finding her door he kicked it open and peeked inside. His hands clasped shakily around the gun as he rounded the corner. The walls were the regular white walls, the tv turned off, the lamp on, and the pink carpet clean. The bed was made up, everything was packed up, as if she had left.

Wait a minute, he thought, running to the dresser. Pulling it open, he discovered, none of her clothes there or any of her things. Running out to her balcony, he found absolutely nothing there but the stone wall that protected the person from falling. He ran to the closet and pulled open the doors. It revealed nothing inside of it either. He hurried to the bathroom, but to no avail.

Nothings wrong, just as long as you know that someday i will,

Someday, somehow, gonna make it alright but not right now,
I know you're wondering when,
you're the only one who knows that,
Someday, somehow, gonna make it alright but not right now, i know you're wondering when,

She couldn't have betrayed us. She, she, she was here, with Sydney. Sydney. He thought running out the room and closing the door. Sydney must have done something to her out of jealousy. Damn you Syd. He hurried this time into an elevator and watched as the numbers declined. "Go faster god damn it!" he muttered.

"Please son, watch your language, do not use god's name in vain. You must also respect that someone worked hard to build us this convenience, one that you appear to take for granted." a minister chastised him.

"Sorry father." he muttered as the doors opened and he sprung out of the elevator, without looking back, if he had he would have noticed the minister speak into his sleeve.

"It has begun." he whispered with a smile on his face as the doors closed.

He ran past the doors, with one destination in mind. He pounded on the door, once he reached it, wanting answers.

Well i hoped that since we're here anyway, we can end up saying,
things we've always needed to say,
so we could end up staying,
now the story's bleeding like this,
just like a, paperback novel,
lets re-write an ending that fits,
Instead of a Hollywood horror,

***Sydney's POV***

"What the fuck?" Sydney mumbled. She got off the bed and headed towards the closet to put on something to sleep in.

"Hold on! I'm changing!" she yelled from the closet.

The pounding on the door increased.

"I'm changing!" she yelled again. Nighties or pajamas? She wondered. Whatever, pajamas. She peeled off her clothes and slipped on red silky pajamas. She covered her ears as she walked towards the door,, with the poundings still going on.

"What is your problem?" she verbally attacked once the door was open.

"we need to talk." Vaughn told her, pushing her inside.

"What is wrong with you? Are you trying to raise suspicions? Pounding excessively on my door? I told you I was changing! What was it that you couldn't wait a few minutes? Are you that big of a jackass?" She continued.

"What's wrong with me? I'm not the one knocking off agents!" he yelled in a whispered.

"What the hell does that mean?" she questioned.

"I know what you did. Admit it, what did you do to Lauren, where is she?" he drilled before his phone went off. "Vaughn. Yes, what? Ok, I understand, ok."

Sydney cocked her head to one side before she crossed her arms. "Who was that?"

"Answer my question!" he demanded.

"I see. You are my guest here since I rented this room. If I feel uncomfortable and ask you to leave and you don't then we'd have a problem, now wouldn't we?" Sydney asked stepping towards him.

"Notice how you didn't answer my question?" He dodged the subject. "They found your fingerprints in Sark's room! What were they doing there?! They found Lauren's body, and they found your prints on her body. She's dead, Sydney, and your prints are all over the crime scene. Not to mention, a rose, a secret trademark of your alias Julia Thorne, was found. So, I'll as you again, did you kill Lauren?"

"I did not and you know it! You would have known it two years ago! But I guess that the difference, Lauren's corrupted your diminutive mind. Maybe that's why I stopped loving you, I fell in love with you before you became someone's little bitch. And now you're whipped like the family pig. So, have fun in your island of denial. Goodbye." Sydney told him, pointing toward the door.

"Sydney, this isn't over, the CIA will come after you!" he yelled.

"I did nothing wrong." Sydney persisted. "You know, if I had really done that job that I would not have been so sloppy. You know that! You on the other hand are an agent who is not following my wishes and leaving me alone. Please leave my room."

"Don't start with this shit!" Vaughn yelled throwing a chair out of his way.

"Violence is shown after I asked you more then once to leave? I'll have to report this. And now I feel threatened, don't give me that look, I'm simply following protocol. Isn't that the way you were raised. To follow protocol?" Sydney asked, ice thick in her voice.

"Fuck protocol! You only used that as an excuse while you healed after Danny, if you asked me you should have stopped moping after him and realize you were the reason he was killed, but he was already dead, so get the fuck over it!" Vaughn yelled. Sydney balled her fist and launched a punch square in the middle of his face.

how the hell did we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able, to see the signs that we missed? try and turn the tables, now the story's bleeding like this,
just like a, paperback novel,
lets re-write an ending that fits,
Instead of a Hollywood horror,

He backed off grabbing his nose. "What's wrong with you?" he asked, blood streaming down his nose.

"Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out!" she yelled. He backed up towards the door and slammed it shut after he had left. Sydney ran up to the door and locked it. Walking back down to the bed, she crumbled on top of it, tears streaming down her face. She looked up, running a hand through her hair, tears staining her face.

***Sark's POV***

He walked up towards her room. He found it locked so it opened it with a card splicer. He saw her crying on the bed. Closing the door behind him he set down his gun on the table. He climbed on the bed and wrapped Sydney in an embrace. There were times when he wondered if Sydney really loved him, or if she was doing her job. The question is, am I just doing my job? Sark licked his lips as he wondered. He felt Sydney wrap her arms around Sark and look up at him, her eyes seemed to be asking the same question. He smiled at her, not a smirk this time, that was a trait of Sark, not Julian. That was the difference, Sark didn't have a heart Julian did. He gently pressed his lips up against Sydney's as he began unbuttoning her shirt.

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