Disclaimer: If I owned Alias, Sark and Sydney would have already been together.

A/N: Upon reading this story it may seem a little weird, because it was brought to my attention that I needed to use correct grammar when using POV's.

Chapter 3~Trouble in Paradise

***Sydney's POV***

I heard the sound of a dog barking as I turned off the shower and stepped out. Upon drying myself I wrapped a towel around my body and grabbled one for my hair and went to investigate the matter. I had brushed my teeth before taking a shower. I hope Sark didn't wake up Brett. I thought. Opening the bathroom door, I went to see what was wrong.

***Sark's POV***

I landed with a thud and my eyes still burning from the mace. Well, she's certainly not gonna be a victim. And who's Brett? I wondered. Turning my head left I could see toys under the bed and the feet of someone who wasn't Sydney. Great, I came back here to interrupt some life she had going with some ass.

"What's wrong Angel?" A man asked.

"ummm… nothing, it was just a spider. It- it- looked like a frog, because of my nightlight. Sorry, you can go back to bed, just could you call my mommy in here for a sec?" Angel asked.

"No problem, hey, do you want Fluffy to sleep with you?" the man, most likely Brett asked.

"Sure." Angel answered as she jumped down onto the bed.

The door closed and opened a moment later after voices were heard from the other side.

Fuck, how long is this aftereffect? I thought holding my eyes.

"Sweetie, are you ok?" Sydney's voice called, getting on the bed. "Did you see a man in your room a while ago?"

"Yea, he was trying to talk to me, but, I, I, I maced him." Angel answered trying to put on a look of innocence.

Sydney burst out laughing and hugged her daughter before she started looking for Sark. "Where'd he go? Sark?"

"here" I called from on the ground.

Sydney extended her hand out for me and I grabbed it standing up. "Come on," she said. "Let's go wash out your eye. Angel, honey, we'll be back."

It was only after we'd left the room that I noticed that Sydney was only in a towel (plus the one of her head). I grinned as Sydney led me to the bathroom to wash out my eye.

"Ok, turn around and bend backwards." Sydney ordered me. "I have to wash it out." She adjusted the towel and pushed my head farther into the sink. It was then when I realized that the ceiling was painted to look like it was the artic. It was painted to look like penguins and other artic animals, glaciers, icebergs, and water were everywhere.

Sydney turned on the water and water began to rush towards my eye. I closed my eyes in instinct but Sydney held it open. The pressure of the water stung my eye at first and then began to first numb the stinging of the mace and then cancel it out. After a minute Sydney turned the water off. "In 19 minutes you'll be good as new." she told me wiping her hands on a nearby towel.

The bathroom in which I found myself was actually semi big. It had one huge tub in which was obviously just for bubble baths as it was a huge circular tub in the middle of the bathroom. The next tub was made for showering was right up against the wall. Against the opposite wall a double sink was found with shampoos scattered neatly all over it. Next to the sink hung a towel rack with one towel on it that looked too long to be a washcloth, but too short to be a towel. To the back of the room lay a toilet. The last corner had a small dresser which most likely held extra toilet paper and things like that.

"I'll be right back. I've got to go change." Sydney told me, walking out of the room.

Starring at the sink I notice 3 toothbrushes. Great, he lives here. Stepping out of the bathroom, I went looking for Brett, heading for whatever lights were turned on. Judging from the time Sydney had left and now Angel had to be 7 or 8. It depended on when she had been born. Also, from what happened back in what appeared to be Angel's room, she was afraid of Frogs. I should know this about my child already. I passed what appeared to be a dinning room and continued to the kitchen. Pushing open the kitchen door, I found a guy sitting at a circular glass table.

"So, I assume you're Brett. Well then Brett, can I ask you a question?" I asked, pulling out a chair to sit on.

"Sure" he answered.

"Are you dating S- Destiny?" I asked.

***Sydney's POV***

I slipped on my blue smock over my red t-shirt and starred at myself in the mirror. I was wearing the smock over my red t-shirt and black pants. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as a tear slip down my cheek. When Sark had come here, it had brought back the past, and memories I didn't want. I didn't want that life, I was better off with this one. Are you? I asked myself. I couldn't even be my so sought after profession because that would be and was the first thing they looked for. So, I was confined to stay in the shadows to protect myself and Angel form being sucked back into the spy life. I headed to my bed made it up, before covering most of it with my blue comforter. Slipping on black flip-flops I pulled my hair back in one and stepped out of my room with a picture in my hand. Opening Angel's door, I flipped on the light switch and walked up to Angel. She was sitting on the bed, in her Penguin pajamas.

"I cant go back to sleep." she complained.

"It's ok. Angel, baby, look at this picture. You see this man?" I asked, showing her a picture of Sark that looked the closet to his current appearance as possible.

She nodded her head yes so I continued. "He's your dad, I want you to call him daddy."

Her eyes sparkled with happiness. "Is he here to stay?" she asked.

"I don't know baby. I don't know." I told her wrapping her up in a bear hug. "Ok, and now you have to go take a shower for school. Come on, let's go."

I climbed off the bed and extended my hand. She grabbed it and jumped off the bed. Opening her door, we walked towards the bathroom.

***Sark's POV***

His eyes opened wide with shock before he burst out laughing. "You, think we're dating? No, I don't think so." he told me. "Now, it's time for me to ask you a question, are you Angel's biological father?"

I smiled before answering. "Yes, I am. Who the hell are you?"

The man had short blonde hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. "I, am a friend of Destiny and Angel. I, uh, assume you thought we were dating because of how Angel acted around me. No, I, uh, can never have kids so Destiny let's me be like a big brother for Angel. Look, I know about your history together and I know about her past. I know about Vaughn and everything. I know how you feel about him, because I hate the bastard too."

"I' listening." I stated cocking one eyebrow.

"We, were friends before he stole my girlfriend. He had previously told me he worked with CIA, when I noticed him acting funny and questioned him about it." Brett answered. "Would you like something to eat? Drink?"

"No thanks, listen, I'm gonna be in town for awhile, know of anyplace I could stay?" I asked, hopping they would let my stay here.

"There are a few inns and hotels open nearby, but before I decide you can stay here, I'd have to discus it with Destiny." Brett told me.

***Sydney's POV***

I walked into the kitchen to grab something quick to eat when I noticed Sark and Brett talking. "Hey Brett, are you gonna feed Fluffy or should I?"I asked opening the fridge.

"I will, you have to go to work in like 15 minutes." Brett answered.

"What do you do…" Sark trailed off noticing my smock. "Wal-Mart, nice." he spoke in a teasing tone.

"Shut up." I told him, throwing the bread at him.

"Hey Destiny, can I pick up Angel from school today?" he asked.

"You don't even know where she goes to school." I told him pulling out the peanut butter and jelly, milk and closing the fridge.

Sark looked sad for a moment and then I told him I'd give him instructions.

That's when I noticed it. "So, you're still sticking to suits? Aww, how cute." I told him sitting on his lap and making my sandwich.

"I think Angel's done taking a bath, I'm gonna go take a shower." Brett told them, getting up and walking out of the kitchen.

"Hey D, it feels nice being here, except, it feels like I'm intruding on your life because I don't know shit about my daughter." Sark told me.

"Hey name is Angel, she loves penguins, Pooh, Tweety, Bugs Bunny, Scooby-Doo, Disney movies, she's 7, her birthday's in July, her best friend's name is Michelle, she hates tomatoes, she's in 3rd grade, and loves just about all junk food. Anything else?" I asked.

"Why didn't you have the abortion?" Sark asked.

"I couldn't just give up my child like that, I wanted to know what she looked like so I decided I was gonna giver her up for adoption, but her eyes, her blue eyes, I couldn't do it." I told him, tears filling my eyes.

Sark wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek. "I'm glad you didn't. She's beautiful."

The door opened and we stared at Angel. She was wearing jeans and a blue jacket with a penguin on it. Below, printed in yellow was the phrase, 'Got Water?'.

"Good morning," she called, pulling out a stool and pulled it up to the cupboard.

"Good morning." we echoed.

She walked up the stool and opened a cupboard, pulling out a cereal box wit the name 'Smorez' printed on it. She took out a bowl from the clean dishes, and put it on the table. Pouring a bowl of cereal , she walked to the refrigerator and grabbed the milk, pouring it in the cereal. She then proceeded to put away the cereal box and the milk before grabbing a spoon and sitting down to eat at the island located in between the kitchen and the dining room.

"I, uh, noticed the dinning room table, so, why are you guys eating here?" Sark asked.

"The dining room table is only for dinner, birthdays, and holidays." I told him, finish of my sandwich. Looking at the clock I hurried and washed the wares.

"Look, I've got to go to work, here is a number you can reach me at, and if you want you can go with Brett while he drops off Angel." I told him, writing down a number. "that is my cell phone number. Bye." I kissed him on the lips and before kissing Angel on the cheek. "Bye baby."

"Bye Destiny.' he called.

"Bye mommy." she called behind me.

"Come lock the door for me sweetie." I told her and she followed behind me towards the front door.

***Sark's POV***

I heard the front door close and lock as I wondered whose house this was. Angel returned a few moments later with a grin on her face.

"Daddy, can we play after school, at the park?" Angel asked. She had finished her cereal.

"Umm, sure. Why not." I grinned.

Brett entered the room with a dog jumping around him.

"Fluffy!" Angel yelled and within moments the Yorkshire Terrier had jumped into her arms.

"Angel, if you're dressed for school, then you can watch tv until the bus comes." Brett told her.

Angel motioned Fluffy to follow her and the dog complied. She walked out of the kitchen and headed towards her room.

"Look, it's fine if you come back into their lives, as long as you don't leave a trail for the CIA to follow." Brett told me.

"It's fine, I didn't leave a trail. I was very careful." I told him

"Ok, well, you can drive around town and get a feel of it, if you want." he told me going into the fridge.

Now I can finally give Sydney the perfect normal life without the CIA… I thought.

***Weiss's POV***

I ran a hand through my hair as I stared at the computer screen. "Weiss! Weiss!" Someone called. Turning around I found my best friend practically jumping to get my attention.

"What is it." I grumbled sleepily.

"I was monitoring Sark and I found Sydney! She's in Florida. Pack your bags, we're going to the sunshine state." Vaughn cried happily.

A/N: So, no review, no update. Simple as that.