Well here's that answer for ya! Enjoy!

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"S...S..."

"Syd. Who? You can tell me."

"Sloane! And he mentioned something about a secret." Sydney then starts to cry.

"Oh my god."

"What," Sydney asks with a worried look on her face.

"Well about a week ago, we sent in Wiess to spy on a secret meeting between Sark and one of his bosses employees. Wiess heard Sark mention something about knowing someone with a powerful secret. Someone who may be connected with Rambaldi. This person can take over the world with this one secret."

"But I don't..."

"That's right Syd. You're the one. You're the one who knows the secret. And if the CIA finds out, they'll hold you in custody because you may be a threat to the country. Now Syd, if you know it you must tell me."

"But I don't know!" Syd starts to cry.

"I'm sorry Syd. It's gonna be OK." Vaughn hugs her and they both sit there crying together.

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Sydney awakes to a dim lighted place. "Vaughn. Open the curtains." Sydney then opens her eyes completely not to find Vaughn, but to find herself in a cell. She looks down and sees that whoever did this bound her legs and hands together in front of her. The hard concrete floor is cold. She goes to hold her head because she has a pounding headache from getting hit by the end of a gun. Suddenly Sark with three guards come in. Two guards have guns and one has a knife.

"Pull her up." The two guards with the guns pull her up by the arms while the other one stands behind her. "Now Sydney. We can do this two ways. One, you can tell me what your hiding and who you are working with. Or I can give you excruciating pain and beat it out of you. But either way, I'll get it. So what is it gonna be? Sydney spits in his face. "Fine. I guess we'll do it the hard way." Sark then punches her in the gut.

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Syd opens her eyes and starts breathing really hard. She sits up and holds her head because she has a bad headache. She looks at the bedside table and looks at the clock. It says 7:30 AM. She then looks over at Vaughn. Syd starts thinking to herself.

--He looks like a doll when he sleeps. And the way he protects me. He'd die for me if he had to. I can't believe someone as cruel as Lauren would take advantage of him. He's just so nice. I wish that he really knew what I felt. Or maybe he does. Maybe he feels like this or more than this. I don't care. All I know is I love him.-- Syd then gets out of bed and goes to the kitchen area. She pulls out some pans and starts making chocolate chip pancakes. They were always Vaughn's favorite. As Sydney is cooking, Vaughn wakes up and spots her in the kitchen. Vaughn also starts thinking to himself. --Sydney is the nicest, sweetest, most athletic girl I know. What would I do without her? I can't turn her into the CIA. She means too much to me. I mean I would have no one to come home to. I'd die for her if that were the only answer. I wonder if she feels the same for me or maybe more. All I know is that I love her. -- Sydney looks behind her. "Hey sweetie. Good morning."

"Well, well, well. This doesn't happen every day. I thought I always woke up before you. I thought I was the one making the breakfast."

"Well I had another nightmare so I just woke up and couldn't get back to sleep because of this headache."

"Syd. Don't you think you should maybe see Barnett about this?"

"Michael Vaughn! How dare you say that!" Sydney then smiles. "No. It's just trying to tell me something but I don't know yet."

"Well you're free to talk to me about these dreams if you want."

"I know. That's why I married you." Sydney goes over to Vaughn and they begin to kiss.

"Wait a second," Vaughn says. "we got married a year from tomorrow!"

"Valentines Day," Sydney adds. They kiss some more. "Well I better go finish breakfast." Vaughn steps out of bed.

"What did you make?"

"Your favorite."

"You're the best!"

"I know." They smile at each other. They both sit down and Sydney sets the food on the table. Suddenly the phone rings. Sydney goes to answer it.

"Syd. Let me answer it. What if it's Sloane?"

"OK."

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"Hello?"

"Is Sydney there?"

"No but can I take a message for her?"

"Tell her that her past called."

"Listen Sloane. I know this is you so listen up! If you ever try to contact Sydney again, and I mean ever again, I swear that I will hunt you down and kill you myself!" Vaughn hangs up the phone.

"Thanks."

"No problem. I promise, that bastard will never hear from you again. If I'm wrong, well then god forgive me."

"Nice try Vaughn, but I'm sure that's not the last of him. Thanks for trying anyway."

"Well as long as I'm in the same room as you he will never talk to you."

Later on the phone rang again. "Gee. I wonder if that's Sloane," Vaughn said as he went to answer it. "Hello?" "Okay I'll get there as fast as I can." "Syd. There's an emergency down at the agency. I have to go."

"What happened?"

"Wiess has been kidnapped."

"Oh my god. Do they know who?"

"They think it was Sark. Wiess went to go spy on another meeting and Dixon told us that he disappeared. He was going to save Eric himself but there were too many guards."

"I hope he's all right. I mean he's never been in that situation before."

"Well you know Eric. He is just like Marshall. He will probably joke around to waste time."

"Good luck!" Vaughn walked out the door. Sydney decided that she would go for a run.

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Later on Sydney was running with a Walkman playing. She ran by an old farmhouse. She got suspicious so she walked in. Suddenly she heard sounds, which sounded so much like Sark. It was Sark! And he had Wiess with him! Wiess' hands were tied behind him.

"Hello Wiess. Or shall I call you Eric? I understand you know Sydney Bristow. Where is she?"

"How should I know!"

"All right. Two can play that game. Guards." One guard slammed the end of the gun into his gut. Eric screamed out in pain as he fell to the ground. Sydney started sniffling at this horrible sight. "Wait," Sark said, "someone else is here." The guards searched behind the stack of hay and found Sydney.

"Mr. Sark!"

"Well, well, well. If it isn't my dear old friend Sydney Bristow."

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Thanks for the reviews people! I really appreciate them! I'll write more later.

-Deena