Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue I don't own Alias, and Sark is hot too.

A/N: I've got to hurry this story along, too many stories! *ducks in corner* This chapter, some fun Sarkney scenes up ahead.

The not so tedious tour

***Sydney's POV***

I walked out into the morning sun shielding my eyes with my left hand. My right hand was currently occupied by Sark's as we waited for a car to pick us up to tour us around Paris. Sark, of course was wearing his usual suit and I was wearing my hair down, sandals with jeans and a sleeveless blue shirt.

"Here he is." Sark told me as a limo pulled up. I waited as Sark opened the door for me. Getting in the limo I wondered what was taking Sark so long.

***Sark's POV***

"Put this tour on my tab. Yes, sir, my name is Michael Vaughn. Make sure to leave yourself a decent tip." I told the driver before heading into the limo with Sydney.

~~~A while later~~~

"If you look out that window…" the driver spoke though an intercom, "you will see Arc de Triomphe and Champs- Élysées. You can see the Eiffel tower and the whole city if you climb to the top. It is world's largest triumphal arch. It was commissioned by Napoleon-"

"Excuse, the history on it is nice, but I'm really trying to take pictures and your explanation is distracting." Sydney told him attempting to take a picture of it. "Can we get any closer?"

"I'm sorry, this is a mobile tour, and as we are touring more than one place, I'm afraid I cannot." the driver told her.

"Hey, how come a lot of the people I met talked to me in English?" Sydney asked setting down the camera.

"Contrary to popular belief French is not the only language spoken here." the driver told her. "And, now we're moving on."

***Sydney's POV***

I sat back in her seat and smiled at Sark. He was however messing around with the endless gadgets in the Hummer Limo.

"What is it with boys and their toys?" I mumbled.

"What was that?" he asked, turning and smiling.

"Nothing." I told him.

A while later the window behind the driver's seat rolled down.

"You are looking at the Place de la Concorde." he told us.

"It looks more like a shopping highway." I retorted.

"Yes the traffic is bad, but it is well worth it. Later on if you want for a little extra, I'll take you back here for you to shop. Granted, it'll take awhile to get where you want to go, but trust me, you'll enjoy it." he told us.

"Hey, what's your name?" I asked.

"It's Marvin." he told me, glancing in the rearview mirror.

"Marvin?" I asked. "that doesn't sound French."

"It's not. I moved here a while ago." he notified me.

"Could you please give us a second?" I asked Marvin.

"Here?" Sark whispered looking confused.

"It'll only take a minute." I whispered back.

"A minute?" he questioned.

"Sure." he grinned.

"Thanks" I replied.

"Look, what do we do about the problem in the hotel? You know the one about Lauren?" I whispered.

"Don't worry." Sark told me taking out the DVD player.

"What do you mean don't worry, tomorrow I go back to work and I'm screwed." I whispered.

~~~Play back of the last minute with Driver's POV~~~

"It'll only take a minute" Sydney whispered.

"A minute?" Sark asked.

"Sure" I grinned.

"Thanks" the girl replied.

I winded up the window the best I could but it didn't wind up all the way.

"What about the bobbin? You know one Lauren." The girl whispered.

"Don't" the guy whispered.

"I go back work, I'm screwin'" the girl whispered.

Damn, there people are freaky. I thought.

***Sark's POV***

"Don't worry." I repeated. "I took care of it. I mean when opportunities like this arise I take it. It's not everyday a guy whose girlfriend is practically super girl gets to rescue her."

"So, you like it when I get screwed?" I asked him.

"Yeah, basically in both ways." he told me grinning leaning in to give me a kiss.

"What you're seeing in front of you is Monmarte. Since you don't seem to give a hoot about history, I'll wait while you take pictures." the guide and also driver told us, the window rolled down. "The last stop will be a surprise."

***Vaughn's POV***

"What do you mean Julia Thorne's trademark was not left by Sydney? Her finger prints were all over the place. Yes, yes, I know that would be all too obvious, but wouldn't that be the perfect thing to do then? No, I am not looking too much into this! No, you listen to me, that Sark has corrupted her mind! No, I wouldn't know anything about corrupted minds! Tomorrow when I come back and I'm typing up the report then we'll see what really happened. Fine then I will!" I yelled slamming down the hotel phone. I was checking out. I had to be back in LA tonight.

***Sydney's POV***

I sat up, realizing that I had dozed off. I looked up as we saw the Eiffel Tower. Of course the sun was setting, but that made it even more beautiful. I only hope that the picture would come out alright. It was more stunning then staring up at the stars on a moonless night on a first date with someone. I was so mesmerized as I snapped pictures of it that my jaw remained dropped for a long time. I became in almost a trance-like state for what could have been an eternity or 5 minutes. I was snapped back into reality once I felt the limo jerk forward as it commenced moving. Sark had apparently tried to wake me from the trance but had given up to play once again with the many gadgets in the Hummer. Who could blame him? With an I-pod, big screen tv, x-box, game boy advance, game boy, game boy XP, play station, play station 2, disco light, black light, leather chairs, DVD player, DVDs, a laptop, food, drinks, music, high teach gadgets, and lots more things to entertain him why shouldn't he?

We were now heading back. Wow, except for the pictures, what a waste of the day. France is boring. I'm never coming here again. I thought before getting lightly tapped on the shoulder.

"What?" I asked.

Sark pointed to the big screen tv which had been hooked up to the laptop.

"ooo wow, you can plug things in." I told him, running a hand through me hair.

He pointed again. Words began appearing across the tv screen.

I read them aloud as they materialized. "Look Sydney, I know this hasn't been the best tour you've been on, but I want to please bear with it because boring things sometimes they can turn out to be great. Like when I first met you. I thought you were just a rival and now I'm in love with you. I don't think I could go through life knowing I had you and I lost you. Because loving you is like breathing, how can I stop. Anyways, I know one way we could make this better. *pause* No, not by doing this. By having you answer this." I stared at Sark. "Where the rest of it?"

"And how dare you call this tour boring!" the driver yelled at Sark.

Sark took my hand in his. "Whatever Marvin. Sydney, will you marry me?"

"Well, answer the man!" the driver demanded.

"Will you be quiet already!" I yelled at the driver and then stared into Sark's eyes. Liking my lips I answered him.

***Vaughn's POV***

I walked onto the plane as they announced over the intercom that my plane was now boarding. I noticed this hot girl with red hair that went down a little past her shoulders and with confidence in her walk wearing a pink tank top with blue booty shorts on.

"Hey, I'm not a creep or anything." I told her grabbing her hand as she turned around.

"I don't know what they will be showing." she replied a French accent clear in her voice. Her shirt said "French guys rock."

"Wow," I told her. "I'm French."

"Sure you are." he scoffed and continued walking.

"Serious, I would like to know, if I could buy you a drink." I stated bluntly grabbing her arm again.

"The plane is boarding." she informed me.

"I know that, but when we're on the plane." I continued.

"what are the chances that we'll sit together, or that I'll let you buy me a drink?" she asked turning around.

"I could come sit by you and change your mind, maybe show you around America?" I asked.

"If I say yes will you stop touching me?" the girl demanded.

"Excuse me, is there a problem here?" the man behind us asked.

The girl looked at him. "No, no problem."

I smiled. "So, lead the way to your seat."

The girl smiled a fake smile. "I only said it so that we wouldn't draw attention to ourselves. Now, Mr. …" the girl trailed off.

'Vaughn. Michael Vaughn." I told her.

"Mr. Vaughn, unless you would like to explain this to the police, I suggest you respect my wishes to be alone and retreat to your assigned seat or get to know my friend pepper spray. Good day." She told him turning around.

"but…" I started, but she paid no attention to me and even moved in front of the person in front of her.

I sighed and continued onto the plane.

***Sark's POV***

I counted my heat beats as I waited for her to answer. She shouldn't be taking this long. Why is it taking her so long to answer? I thought frantically. I couldn't read her face, she had a stone mask displayed across her face. Suddenly as quick as I had said it Sydney burst out with her answer.

"Of course." she yelled jumping into my arms, kissing me.

I slipped the diamond ring on her finger. In the middle of the ring shone her birthstone- the Diamond, except it was blue.

"I love happy endings." the driver cried.

"I am so glad you said that" I told her. Wrapping my arms around her. When she began taking off my suit and the driver looked at us funny I whispered into her ear. "Not yet."

"Could you excuse us for a sec?" Sydney asked the driver.

"Hey, don't be getting it on back there." the driver warned.

"Ok, bye." Sydney told him. As soon as the window was wound up Sydney turned her attention to me. "When I get back to LA, I'm leaving my job, and I'm gonna go out with a bang. Trust me, you'd be proud of me."

I wrapped one arm around her, "I'm sure I will. Cant wait to find out how you plan to quit."

"hmmm… I don't even know myself. I'm gonna make it spontaneous." I told him, sitting on his lap and knocking on the window. "Driver, we're done."

"Damn, he is fast." the driver muttered.

"What was that?" Sark asked leaning forward.

"Nothing, nothing, Mr. Vaughn." the driver reassured him.

"Mr. Vaughn?" Sydney asked me confused.

A/N: Find out how it all ends in the Epilogue. No review, no epilogue. Simple as that. Plus ,review and you get a cookie with chocolate chip and cookie dough in it.

Make Sarkney, not war,

~Lilspy~