Come Clean Chapter 10: Total eclipse of the heart, an alias fanfic

Disclaimer: I can only wish I owned Alias, but it'll never happen.

A/N: Thanks so much for reading and reviewing my story. And now the drama continues…

Suggested listening: TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE HEART (Bonnie Tyler )

Previously on Come clean:

"Surprise bitch." someone muttered and Sydney turned around just in time for them to pull the trigger.
I dropped my gun and glanced around for Sydney. I couldn't see her and I had just heard a body slump to the ground.

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Moments after they got into the van, it started up. I ran towards it shooting everywhere on the van. Regardless of that fact, the van still sped off, in the hole that had been created because of the explosion.

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I jumped into the truck that we had come in and drove after them.

Chapter 9 Total eclipse of the heart

Sydney's POV

My eyes fluttered open as I took in the sounds and sights around me. I was in some small room. Except the room kept spinning as if it were taking turns. The room had lights roughly strung up as if it had been done in a hurry. Glancing up, I noticed there was some silver oval device covering my head. I was surrounded by people, hurrying about. It appeared as if some kind of surgery was about to begin. Medical equipment could be found all over the room, however, blood was slashed all over the place. Glancing down and realizing I was bleeding I could only assume that it was my blood splashed on the medical supplies. If I were in some medical facility wouldn't it be much more sterile? I reasoned. Unless, the CIA doesn't have me. Coming to this conclusion, I decided it was best not to announce my consciousness until I was sure I could defend myself. If I had lost blood I could begin to fight them and lose consciousness. Glancing back up at the device on my head I realized what it was. It was the same device used on me, awhile ago to make me lose my memory. Jumping up, I detached myself form it immediately.

"Miss, miss, please lay back down." a man begged keeping up the charade. I jumped up and threw a weak left hook at him. I grabbed the bed I had previously been laying in for support. The bed appeared to just be a gurney. The man grabbed a syringe and slowly walked towards me.

"Take it easy miss. We're not here to hurt you. Trust us, please." the man persisted. He wasn't even dressed for surgery, he had on a suit with a hospital gown covering it. I, along with everyone else in the room, was wearing a hospital gown. It appeared to be the only thing they had to keep up the charade.

"Screw you." I muttered, grabbing the nearest equipment and throwing it at him.

"You're not strong enough, we must start the surgery soon." the man persisted. "You just came out of surgery, that's why."

I wondered what he was talking about, when I remembered Izzabella shooting me. They must have taken out the bullet. But why would they do that? Unless they still needed me and Izzabella was just venting her anger at my betrayal. Then why would she want to erase my memory? I wish Sark were here. He could help me figure this out. Figure what out? You're just becoming sloppy. That's ok, everyone eventually becomes sloppy with age. Your reflexes were bound to slow down. I shook my head free of those thoughts as I tried to escape the situation at hand.

Turnaround, every now and then I get a
little bit lonely and you're never coming around
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart

A few moments later the break I needed came. The room veered right when something bumped us from the left. The men and women in the room grabbed onto something to keep themselves steady. I made a run for the door at the back of the room. My legs gave way as I collapsed on the ground. Deciding it best not to stand up, I crawled there. I made it there when suddenly we veered left, ramming into something on our left. I grabbed onto the door handle and glanced back. In the drivers seat I spotted a pissed off Izzabella and beside her sat some man. Twisting the gold handle the door didn't give way. I realized that it was locked and hurried to unlock it as the doctors ran towards me. Finally I had the door unlocked before I turned the knob and pushed on the door. It opened the reveal the ground moving beneath us. Of course the ground was actually moving, we were, but it appeared that way. Steadying myself I stood up, bent my knees, and jumped as most of the strength left me as I rolled on the ground. A truck made a U-Turn and was heading straight for me.

"Perfect, the amazing Sydney Bristow dies after getting run over." I muttered on the ground. Much to my surprise the truck stopped and Sark got out. He pulled me into his arms as we made our way back to the truck.

Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit restless and I dream of something wild
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit helpless and I'm lying like a child in your arms

"I'm not a child, I can walk on my own." I argued, pushing against Sark's strong arms.

"Oh you can?" he asked, letting me down. He watched as I fell to the ground pissed and ashamed of my weakness. "Stop being so damn stubborn."

I crossed my arms, or at least attempted to, as Sark picked me back up.

Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit angry and I know I've got to get out and cry
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit terrified but then I see the look in your eyes
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart

After depositing me in the truck, Sark walked over to his side, climbing in. After we drove a few minutes in silence, Sark glanced over to me.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"Fine." I muttered.

"You know, it's ok, to need someone." he informed me, turned a corner.

"I know that." I told him.

"Really, because you act as if your gonna die if you let someone help you." he retorted. "Why is that?"

"Where are you taking me?" I drilled.

"Somewhere." he responded.

"Somewhere where?" I persisted.

"Bloody hell!" Sark yelled, stepping on the breaks. "Even when I saved you, you're still suspicious!"

"I'm not suspicious." I argued. "I'm just… curious. I was just shot, abducted, and had my strength taken away from me. So, excuuuuuse me for being curious about where I'm going."

"So, you don't trust me." Sark concluded.

"I do trust you." I persisted. "I trust you and I need you."

Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart
And I need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever
And if you'll only hold me tight
We'll be holding on forever
And we'll only be making it right
Cause we'll never be wrong together

"I doubt it." Sark muttered, stepping on the gas pedal as the car jerked forward again.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up I found myself in some bed. I sat up, saturating in the room. I couldn't see the room because there were curtains of some kind attached to the rods above the bed, blocking the view. The sheets were red, as well as the pillow cases and the curtains blocking my view. Making my way to the edge of the bed, I pulled back the curtains. I climbed off the bed taking in all the sights. It was then when I noticed I was in a red nightie. Sark, I thought, smirking. The room was pretty. It was not in the shape of a square or a rectangle like most bedrooms where. It was an octagon. In 4 sides of the wall, there were long windows with those long cushiony seats underneath that if you flipped up the top, you could store things in it. The bed lay in front of one wall, with a television, DVD player, CD player, and computer by another wall. A dresser lay in front of one wall and few nightstands stood by the last wall. The nightstands were occupied with pictures. Near the dresser lay a door that was open. Inside lay a bathroom that was decorated in all shades of blue. On the other side of the dresser lay a door that from the looks of it, led to a walk-in closet. In between on of the windows and the nightstands was a door. That door most likely led out of the room. On both sides of the bed, lay 2 black nightstands that stood out against the red. The floor was tiled red and black in a pretty mixture. The other nightstands were black as well as the dresser. Heading towards the nearest window I ran my hand across the cloth fabric. It seemed to be the smoothest and softest thing I had ever felt. The cloth on the seats, however, were a shade of baby blue. Glancing outside I noticed that it was light outside. From the looks of it, the sun had rose only a few hours ago.

We can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time
I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark
We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight

Slowly I made my way, on the cold tile, to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Since there was only 1 toothbrush there, I assumed it was for me. After I was finished brushing my teeth and gargling mouth wash I wondered where Sark was. I decided that I would go look for him after I took a shower. Crossing the room to the closet I pulled it open. Inside it the clothes were a variety of styles for different occasions and a multitude of colors. The shoes also varied greatly. Since I wasn't exactly sure where I was, I decided on something vague and elegant. I picked out a black dress that fell down less than halfway to my knees. It was frilly at the bottom and accentuated my figure. I decided on black high heels that weren't exactly all that high. Grabbing, them, I closed the closet and deposited them on my bed. I walked into the bathroom and went to take a shower.

After I was done, I dried off and got dressed into the outfit I had picked earlier. It was only after I had crossed the room and had my hand on the doorknob, ready to search for Sark that I noticed something there I hadn't spotted before. There was something white on the nightstand by the bed. I hurried over to it and noticed it was a phone. I picked it up and sure enough there was a dial tone. I dialed a familiar number and awaited for a voice to answer.

"Hello?" the voice greeted.

"Hey Weiss, this is Sydney, can you trace this call? I don't know where I am. Can you come get me please?" I pleaded.

"Sure thing Syd." he told me and almost immediately I heard typing on he other end. "Just give me a few minutes, ok?"

"Ok," I answered.

Once upon a time I was falling in love
But now I'm only falling apart
There's nothing I can do
A total eclipse of the heart

Sark's POV

I sat there staring at the report. It was the report that my men gave to me after they were done inspecting Sydney.

"Sir?" a man asked after knocking briefly on the door.

"Yes?" I answered, swiveling around in the chair.

"We, uh, noticed the young lady was making a call." the man started uncomfortably.

"Did you trace it?" I asked.

"Umm, yes. We traced it multiple times, we thought we were wrong. We traced it back to the CIA. We believe she was calling them to come get her." the man informed me.

"Really?" I asked intrigued.

"Should, we lock the young lady up and while we wait for them to come?" the man asked.

"And why would we do that?" I asked grabbing the mans tie.

"I, uh, to, uh, to prevent her from telling them things." the man chocked out.

"No, let her go as she pleases. She's not a prisoner here." I informed him. "Leave me."

So, this is what you've chosen? To betray me. I knew it was coming. You don't paint the sun and the moon in a picture. I guess I couldn't be the good guy Sydney wanted me to be.
Once upon a time there was light in my life
But now there's only love in the dark
Nothing I can say
A total eclipse of the heart
Turnaround bright eyes
Turnaround bright eyes
Turnaround, every now and then I know
you'll never be the boy you always you wanted to be

Sydney's POV

I sat there, on the ground, wondering what I had done. I had betrayed an unknowing Sark. Sark who had helped me when my beloved CIA didn't care. I had betrayed the man I loved.

Turnaround, every now and then I know
you'll always be the only boy who wanted me the way that I am
Turnaround, every now and then I know
there's no one in the universe as magical and wonderous as you
Turnaround, every now and then I know
there's nothing any better and there's nothing I just wouldn't do
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart

It didn't take long for Weiss to call back.

"Hello?" I greeted.

"Syd?" Vaughn asked.

"Yeah." I answered, disappointed.

"We're on our way. We've traced your location and will make sure that area is secure. When we come in to get you, you must come quick because we're gonna take down anyone else in that place. Got it?" he told me.

I sat there, taking all that new information in. Sark had told me once that I would never be his prisoner. I wondered if that still held true.

"Syd, are you there?" Vaughn asked worried.

With a sigh, I replaced the phone receiver. I'll be safe with Sark. I should have never doubted that.And I need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever
And if you'll only hold me tight
We'll be holding on forever
And we'll only be making it right
Cause we'll never be wrong together

Irina's POV

I walked through the halls wearing a suit with high heels. Except for the clicking sounds of my heels against the marble ground, the hall was deadly quite. The walls were a rich brown, with artifacts, paintings, and sculptures lining the walls. Turning down another hallway I opened the doors that blocked my path. The door opened slowly.

"Mr. Sark is on the phone." a man greeted me.

"Leave," I ordered to everyone in the room. The walls in this room were white, surrounded by fancy equipment. Phones, tables, computers, chairs, occupied the sections I was in.

"Derevko." I greeted.

"Hello Irina." Sark greeted.

"Morning Sark. Why'd you call?" I asked him.

"It's important. It's about Sydney-" he started.

"Sydney?" I asked, the ice in my voice leaving replaced by concern. What's wrong?"

"My men informed me she made a call to the CIA. They think she called for them to come get her. If that's the case when they get here they're gonna want to take a look around." Sark enlightened me.

"We might have enough time to evacuate the men, but we'll never get our equipment out in time. We'll be finished" I concluded shakily.

"Not necessarily. I'll keep them at bay. Good bye." Sark told me, hanging up the phone.

"Sark!" I yelled. I slammed down the phone and exhaled.

I made my way down the hallway, heading for Sydney's room. When I reached it, I paused wondering if I should go in. Deciding that it was best, I turned the knob and pushed the door walking into her room. I closed the door behind me when I spotted Sydney on the ground. Crossing the room in quick strides, it didn't take me long to reach her. I kneeled down beside her before sitting on the ground. She was staring at the floor, her hair covering her face.

"Sydney." I called, brushing aside her hair and taking her in my arms.

Once upon a time I was falling in love
But now I'm only falling apart
There's nothing I can do
A total eclipse of the heart

"Sydney?" I called again. It was then when I noticed it. She had been crying, she still was in fact. Quickly moving my hand, I brushed the tears away.

She just started at me before wrapping her arms around my neck, burying her face in my chest.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

She stared up at me, guilt evident in her eyes. "I'm sorry" she muttered.
"Sorry for what?" I asked her.

Before she could answer the sound of helicopters and what sounded like tanks filled my ears and an explosion was heard.

Once upon a time there was light in my life
But now there's only love in the dark
Nothing I can say
A total eclipse of the heart

A/N: So, comments? No reply no update, as simple as that. Tell me what you thought of this chapter.