Well, due to a tramendous uproar from the Sarkney supporters, I have written this as a S/S chapter. S/V SHIPPERS BEWARE!

I know this is written kind of stupidly, but it's from a different persons POV so I wanted to try and reflect some of their personality in my writing, I don't know how well it worked though...PLEASE R/R

Chapter Six - The Intruder

The dark cover of night made it difficult for the stealthy observer to see from the building opposite into the Presidential Suite of the Hilton Hotel. Listening equipment was scattered over the grey dusty carpeted floors of the hotel's cheep single room and the television had been ridged to show the activities occurring in Sydney's room using night vision technology. Distinct Static voices of the people in that room could be heard using the device;

"Without trust there is no love."
"But I did love you. I still love you. I know that you still feel the same way about me, because, my dear Sydney, true love never dies."

A tape was recording every word said by these two agents, these two enemies. At least, at a time they were. There was once a time when they would rather jump at each other's throats than consider the slightest possibility that they were destined to be together. Their blossoming relationship had made the intruder most displeased. The thought of Sark touching her, kissing her, making love to her; the mere thought was nauseating. He doesn't deserve her... Through the live feed connected to the TV, Sydney could be seen flicking away Sark's hand and walking out of the room. "After all that's happened, all the emotional turmoil you put me though, how can you ever expect me to trust you again? I should hate you to the point of repulsion..." was heard crackling though the speakers. The infiltrator watched as Sark followed her to the sitting area where she sat upon a couch, he back facing the window. He stood behind her.

"...and yet you don't. I can see in your eyes that you still want this to work." Cocky, over confident bastard. "I can't understand it either, after what happened with your mother..." Sark paused. "I thought you would never forgive me." And if she knows what's good for her, she won't.

"And I shouldn't, but, even though I'm so angry at you for allowing her to fall, my heart tells me that there was nothing you could do. That, despite it would mean control over her organisation, you still tried to help her." Sark walked around to face her.

"She was my mother too. Not by blood, but by spirit and by love. She was my mentor and cared for me as if I was her own child. She saved my life countless times and I couldn't even reach far enough to pull her up from a cliff. A CLIFF SYDNEY! SHE FELL FROM A STUPID CLIFF!" Sark turned away towards the window, hoping that Sydney wouldn't notice the tears, which could be seen shimmering through the window. "She deserved better." It was like watching some trashy soap opera. Sark would most likely end up being her second cousin who had and affair with her sister, who's now carrying his child, but is really in love with Sydney and want's to eloped so they can get married in Vegas. Sydney grabbed a tissue and, turning his head back to face her, wiped dry his salty tears.

"She certainly did. She was a great woman. Even though she was an enemy of the United States and I believed she was fighting for an unjust cause, I still admire her for her skill and dedication." They were silent for another minute then continued reminiscing of times past spent with Sydney's late mother. The whole twenty-minute conversation was caught on tape. Sydney spoke of her with such a respectful tone towards the woman who had abandoned her at the age of 6.

"Sydney, where will you be leaving tomorrow?" She gave him a surprised look, as if questioning how he knew about her departure. "Well I figure you don't want to be around when Vaughn gets here." Wouldn't that be interesting to see…

"I don't know. I'll get to the airport and decide from there. Just jump on a plane and disappear."

"Come with me." Taking the hands that lay in her lap, he placed them in his own. "Come away with me. I have a jet standing by and it can take us anywhere. I have the power and the funds for us to vanish off the face of the earth." She turned around to face him. Her face obviously radiating anxiety at what he was proposing.

"And if the CIA find us? What would happen then?" She replied with a slight quiver of fear in her voice. "What if my Father and Vaughn locate us. They'll kill you, you know."

"I know that. I would feel and do the same if they were the ones keeping you from me." Watching as he slipped off the couch he got down on one knee in front of her. OMG DON'T YOU DARE PROPOSE TO HER YOU BASTARD! He never let go of her delicate hand. "I can't guarantee that they'll never find us. You can never be so sure of something like that. All I can tell you Syd, is that we'll finally be together and away from the whims of the world. It'll be you and me again. You can't deny that you don't want to leave with me." He looked up at her with adoring eyes that begged her to agree to his plan.

"Well," she started, removing one of her hands from his and running it through his hair lovingly "I never could say 'no' to you when you put on that puppy face." She smiled down at him but Sark said nothing. Instead the intruder watched as he pulled her down onto the floor and pulled her underneath him; trapping her with his heavy body. She grabbed his tie, which brought him to meet her in a passionate kiss. He ran his hand through her hair and they made their way down her body. "Maybe we should move this to eh…." She looked over at the bedroom. Placing his arms under her he easily lifted her into the air and into the bedroom…

Pushing the voice recorder over in a fit of frustration, it stopped taping upon hitting the floor. "I was finished with them anyway" she said the machine when it became incapable to complete it's work. There's no way that I'm going to let him drag my Sydney down to his level. Sark is way over his head this time…

So what did you think? Was me putting in the POV (though there wasn't too much reference to it) worth it? Please, PLEASE, tell me how I could improve this fic. Constructive Criticism is always welcome.

BUT WHO IS THE INTRUDER?! I hear you ask...well...send me a review and maybe I 'll tell you, lol! I'll try to have another chapter up by the end of this weekend, because I'm not going to have much time to do much writing during the holiday after next week.