Ooo...I'm disappointed that I only got 4 reviews for the last chapter but it was crap so I understand. I usually hate POV but I felt it was necessary that I used it. I promise to never use it again unless I positivly have to coz I really suck at writing POV's.

This chapter's title came to me after listening to Michael Buble's "Come fly with me" (dances around) I love that song and really want to go to his concert...Stupid Parents are letting me go...(Cries) So this chapter is dedicated to him coz I can't go to his show.

With the other chapter, most of you have narrowed it down to three people: Vaughn, Jack or Irina (who ppl believe may not actually be dead! gasp!) I finished this at 2 in the morning, so I really hope it's appriciated, READ AND REVIEW WOULD MAKE ME VERY HAPPY!!! Anywhooo, enough of me blabbering on about stuff, here's the next CHAPTER!!!

Chapter Seven – Come Fly with Me

If I should die this very moment, I wouldn't fear.

For I've never known completeness like being here.

Wrapped in the Warmth of you, loving every breath of you.

Stole me heart this moment, oh it might burn.

Can we stay right here, til the end of time, til the earth stops turning.

Wanna love you til the seas run dry.

I found the one, I've waited for…

- Goreki, Lamb

Sydney felt that all her worlds had collided into onto one tangled mass of royal blue. Her milky white skin weaved through the silk sheets and her hair fanned out on his Chest. She watched as his torso rise and fall with each breath, she could hear his every breath. Carefully, as not to wake him, she moved her head to look at his face. She could see his chin had started to develop stubble. Giving him a gentle, loving smile, she repositioned herself so he was resting her head back on his chest. I've found the one I've waited for. She moved her arm to lie across his stomach and felt his snaked up around her, bringing them closer together. Sark rested his on the small of her back and played with the tips of her soft hair with his fingers. His other hand lay under his own head, his blonde hair hard and brittle when compared to that of the woman who lay in his arms. Sydney's eyes fluttered open and she turned her head enabling him to see the wide smile that played across her face. She wasn't wearing any elegant dress or a piece of glamorous jewellery, yet in the light of the morning sun penetrating through the window that reflected off her flawless skin, Sark thought she looked exquisite. I don't think I've ever seen someone look so magnificent.

"Good morning." She was grinning at him like a fool in love. Sark stroked the underside of her chin and guided it towards his face for a kiss.

"Mmm…it certainly is now." Sydney gave him a cheeky smirk, similar to his own, then sat up to straddled him. Layers of bed sheets pooled around her waist as she looked over her exposed shoulder to glance at the clock on the back wall. 6:30. Placing her hands on either side of his head, she hovered above him. Tilting her head then lipping her lips, she swooped down to lick out the hollow of his neck. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back into the pillow. Waves of ecstasy overtook him and she heard the groan that escaped his lips as she moved over to the other side, a clear indicator of the power she had over him. "We need to leave." He protested though it was quite clear he didn't want to move an inch. "We do have a plane to catch…"

"What plane?" She questioned, immediately stopping flickering her tongue over his neck and sitting back up. Sark felt a rush of cool air on his skin as the warmth of her body left his.

"Oh, no plane." He replied grabbing her arm and pulling her on top of him. "No plane." He murmured to himself. She met his lips greedily and Sark rolled her over so that he could be the one on top. Leaning over to one side and propping up his head using elbow he rested it on his palm. He traced his finger along the edge of her body, from hairline to hips. She simply stared back up at him, biting on her lower lip and raising her eyebrow, trying to bait him back into finishing what they had started. She ran a lip along her white teeth and leaned up towards him. "Miss Bristow, contain yourself…" he said jokingly, stooping down to engage in another lip-lock. He pulled away. "Right, we really need to go. Now, as a matter of fact." She looked at him with a puzzled look in her eyes. "Call it intuition."

Sydney already had all her things packed, so they just jumped out of bed and put on their clothes and headed for the airport. "No time for a shower. We can have one on the plane." He had said to her when they were getting dressed. She gave him a mocking gasp. "We?" she had inquired in a serious tone to which he replied with a wink. Though this had happened less than an hour ago, she still giggled at the quirky memory. As they walked towards Sark's private jet, Sydney clasped his hand in hers and mutually they intertwined their fingers. Soothingly, Sark rubbed his thumb over hers. "It'll be alright now Sydney. We're going to be ok."

From the outside, the plane didn't appear to be particularly big, but once inside Sydney was that it was decked out in all the comfort's expected from a man such as Sark. The first section had two doors, one on the left leading into the cockpit and one on the right which lead into the rooms at the rear of the plane. Walking though the door on her right, Sydney was lead into the main body of the plane. The wallpaper was a creamy colour and two single seats were placed at the front of the cabin and a double seat was at the back. Along the back wall she noticed a door, blood red in colour. Once allowing her access, Sark looked the door behind them and watched as she made her way towards the back of the cabin, but before she made it she looked back over her shoulder to see him staring at her; hunger in his eyes. She gave his her seductive smile and 'come hither' look. Raising an eyebrow, he walked toward his prize, the woman standing opposite him. Hands on her hips, they were at it again. Sark took her by the hand and led her towards the back door. He was just about to open it when: "We will be taking off in 30 seconds. Please take your seats and fasten your seatbelts during take-off" Sark looked over at Sydney with a glint of disappointment in his eyes. Sydney gave him a kiss. "Don't worry love, we'll be in the air soon enough."

Sydney had positioned herself on the double seat at the back and watched as Sark walked toward her, the look of passion in his eye. He sat next to her and rested his arms along the back of the double seat. Once buckling up, she moved closer to him, more into his warm embrace. The engines roared to life and small vibrations told them that the plane had already started moving. He turned his body to face her better and doing the same, he pushed the back of her head towards his and gave her a rough kiss. That's gonna leave a bruise. They both tried to get as close to each other as physically possible. The plane gathered speed on it's decent down the runway but Sark and Sydney payed no attention to it. He moved his hand from his waist and up her back, the coolness of his hands left trails of goose bumps on her skin. He moved it back down her back and along the length of her leg until her reached her knee. Running his hand slowly up her thigh, it slipped under her skirt, and she could feel her moan with pleasure of what this was leading to. It was then that, the intercom buzzed to life and the voice the pilot said "We have now reached our flying altitude of 10,000 feet and you are now free to move about the cabin. We will be arriving at our destination in approximately six and a half hours." "Now just what are we going to do for a whole six and a half hours." She questioned Sark who stopped what he was doing and removed his hand from under her black pleated skirt. "Hey!" she protestingly cried. He took back her hand and lead her though the main cabin to the back door. When opening it, Sydney could see that it was the plane's bedroom. The walls were a romantic shade of red and its rounded interior enclosed a double bed.

"Shall we?" Sark said, swooping her up in his arms and carrying her over to the bedside before throwing her in the middle. He stood over and watched as lay sprawled in the middle, though it looked as if she had been strategically placed there to arouse his…attention. Her left hand was lying across her stomach while the other was placed behind her head and was playing with her long chestnut hair. Her eyes stared lustfully into his own and she, once again, started bitting on her lower lip. She cocked her head to the side and eagerly waited for him to join her. Impatient, she leaned up and, grabbing his tie, pulled him on top of her. They tongues mingled once more until Sark moved his head back to take a good look at her. "God, your beautiful." Sydney didn't say anything but simply blushed. "What is this? The great Sydney Bristow is speechless!" He said in a mocking tone. "I never thought I'd see the day when…" She placed a finger over his mouth before he could continue any further.

"Stop talking and kiss me." It was as plain and simple as that. Well I'm not one to disobey orders. Sark though as her recapture her mouth with his own.

It would be another 4 hours before they resurfaced from that room. They would look out the window to see an endless sea of blue above them and below them. They were currently flying north over the Pacific Ocean, towards the great land of Canada. Here Sark's jet would be refuelled and they would fly south, towards the Caribbean. They would be hiding there for a week with one of Sark's old associates before flying over to England.

The song at the begining, Goreki by Lamb, is a beautiful song and I highly recomend you go and download it or something. It was played in the movie Moulin Rouge as well for those of you interested. And for the other line "God your beautiful", credit must be paid to the writers of Mission: Impossible 2.

OH, before I forget, I'm looking for beta readers, so anybody interested leave me a message in a review or send me an email. Thanks ;)