Sydney's gut turned as she heard the front door slam shut again. They must have gotten the keys to open the back end. She hadn't heard from Sark in a long time and was grateful for she felt she might vomit if he told her anything else. She was feeling weak from a lack of food and could sill remember the sounds of the pub that the truck had stopped at sometime ago. She tried to escape then. There was nothing she could do. The metal cuffs were situated so that she couldn't pick the locks even if she wanted to. They were too tight to think about breaking her hand to get them off and she thought she might need her hands for defense if she was lucky.

Reaching out with her foot, she nudged Sark but he was far gone. Poor Sark. Poor Sydney. She had to be his sister. The key scraped in the lock and the doors flew open. Sydney's eyes couldn't adjust to the sudden brightness and she tried to throw her hands in front of her face but failed to do so.

Wonderfully, though, a warm hand covered her eyes and she couldn't help but lean against it. Was someone rescuing her? Had the thugs taken pity on her?

"I can't believe I get to be the hero for once and bring in the bad guy," smirked a very familiar voice that made Sydney's eyes tear up.

"Eric! Am I dreaming?" She brought her hands up and touched the back of his. She felt him unlocking her feet with his free hand and then unlocking her hands. "We've gotta book it out of here, Bristow, or Jean-Pierre is going to have three super-agents in the bag."

He took his hand away and moved over to unlock Sark who was very unconscious and bleeding from a gash over his right eye probably due to the glass. Sydney fought to keep her eyes open as she watched Eric grabbed Sark's arms and pull him to the edge of the cabin.

"Careful, Eric. He's got some broken ribs and you could puncture his lungs."

He looked up at her in disbelief and finally laughed, "What? Haven't you tried to kill him a million times? And he you?"

She nodded and explained, "That was before he told me he's my brother."

"And you believed him?!"

"Why would he lie about that?" Sydney inquired as she looked down at her brother then back at Eric.

"Fine!" He shouted as he squeezed the keys in his hand and ran back to the front of the van. "Hang on!" Eric turned the engine on and backed the vehicle violently out of the garage.

Sydney braced herself against the side of the van and held Sark relatively still as Eric pulled the wheel hard to the right and spun the automobile around. She almost slid out the open doors as Weiss punched the gas but thankfully was able to use her once restraints as a safety line.

They hadn't gone far when Eric slowed the vehicle down and finally stopped it. Running to the back again, he grabbed Sark under the armpits and pulled him out of the cabin and up in the train. Sydney was grateful Eric was there because she didn't think she could have helped with her tweaked arm.

Once on board, Eric slammed his fist against an intercom and shouted at the conductor to get moving. Thankfully, the driver complied and the train took off immediately.

After Eric placed Sark on one of the long couches, he demanded Sydney sit in one of the chairs while he went to get the first aid kit. Was he actually mad at her? No one at work had ever had the nerve to get mad at her, except for Vaughn. And of course her father.

Eric came back with the box of supplies and an older man who quickly started to tend to Sark. Sydney was finding it difficult to read Weiss' emotions but she knew that anger was among them. Why?

"Thanks for rescuing me, Weiss. And thanks for saving Sark. I know I'm probably being foolish and all, but look at my relationship with my mom. It's not exactly perfect either."

Eric's features softened and he even offered her a smile. "True. You can't do anything normal can you?" She smiled back but quickly winced when he treated the cut on her shoulder and wrapped her arm with a bandage. "All better?"

She compartmentalized her emotions and nodded.

"Syd, you don't have to be super-spy with me. What you do on this train stays on the train. Come on. It's Eric."

Nodding, she let the tears start and didn't show any signs of stopping. She welcomed Eric's warm hand on her back and his other on her arm. She turned her head to his shoulder and continued to weep. It had been a long mission. Made even longer with Sark's information. And she knew she had to get all of her emotions out before she had to face all the people in the office. She knew what they'd be thinking. 'Hasn't your compassion gotten you in trouble before? Why didn't you kill him?'

That's what she was thinking as she fell asleep on Eric's shoulder.