Disclaimer: I don't own: ALIAS, Sydney, Vaughn, or anyone else associated with afore -mentioned television show.

A/N: Moving right along... if you have any questions you would like answered ASAP, then you can do one of two things: IM me at Nosense89, or email me at . Also, thanks to Spykid18 for reviewing. Always appreciated Now, on with le story (everything sounds better in French...)

The helicopter parted from the fatal plane and headed down towards Sydney.

"What the hell?" She muttered, as a rope came out and wrapped around her right ankle. "Just what I need, virtual freefall"

The rope was pulling her towards the chopper, causing the parachute to fold and thus suspend her in mid-air. Her eyes darted around, trying to find Vaughn, but was dismayed when she discovered that he was already too far below her to be of any help. However, that was the last thing she would see that night.

Sydney woke up tied to a chair. She wasn't gagged, though, which she found as peculiar.

"Hello? Anyone here?" She asked the empty hotel room.

The door opened, and in walked a rather tall, lean man, with blonde hair.

"Someone is now." The man replied in a British accent.

"Who are you?" Sydney asked, hoping just a bit that it would be...

"You know who I am. At least, I would hope that when you were knocked out you didn't become amnesic." The man replied.

"Sark..." Sydney began, "You knocked me out?"

"I didn't" Sark replied.

"Then who did?" Sydney asked.

"Someone who I told to do it" Sark replied.

"That's just as bad!" Sydney exclaimed.

"No it's not!"

"Is too"

"Is not"

"Is too is too!"

"Is not it not!"

"Is too times infinity!"

"Is not times infinity times whatever you say."

"Is... hey! That's not fair!"

"All is fair in love and war, Sydney."

"So is this love, or war?"

"You tell me."

Vaughn landed on the ground with a soft thud.

After he pulled himself together and ditched the parachute, he began to frantically search for Sydney.

"Syd, you out there? Come on, Syd, this isn't funny!" Vaughn yelled into the deep foliage next to his landing spot. "Syd!! Come out; come out, where ever you are!"

Vaughn pulled out a cell phone and began to dial Sydney's number, until, of course, he was interrupted by gunshots high up above his head, causing him to dive into the nearby forest, and postpone his phone call. (A/N: I say this with the up most causality because Vaughn can't really die. It's the curse of being a main character; you can't die until the most inconvenient and emotionally taxing time for the other main characters. Heh. Sorry for my little rant)

The two guards Sark left in charge of Sydney were too busy playing gin to notice her slip out of the loosely tied ropes and exit the room. Of course, this made her suspicious, because, well, Sark never worked alone, and even if he had wanted her to escape, most likely his partner didn't.

"Unless they're sleeping together and he's got her as emotionally strapped as he had me when Vaughn and Lauren were still faux-married." She thought, pausing in the hall when she heard voices.

"I don't care if there were guards outside of the room, did you get the intel or what?" Sark asked.

"No! I told you already, I couldn't speak about anything besides the Prime Minister because there were guards! Do you not listen?!" Someone, who sounded a lot like Lauren to Sydney, replied.

"She should know that it's very characteristic of men to not listen..." Sydney muttered.

"Yes, I listen!" Sark indignantly snapped. "You had one job, and you failed to do it! That's the real issue, not wither or not I listened to your pathetic excuse!"

"Well, excuse me! So sorry I didn't want to get MURDERED!"

"Killed. Didn't want to get killed. Murder is plotted beforehand, like a homicide or in war. Assassinated is when you are killed for a specific purpose. Killed is when you fuck up and die."

"I didn't ask for an English lesson."

"Well, you obviously needed one."

"Fuck you."

"You already do."

"I hope you burn in hell for all eternity."

"As long as you're there with me, love"