Disclaimer: I do not own ALIAS. I own seasons 1, 2, and 3 on DVD, however. (And they took out a good portion of my paycheck!)
A/N: Ahem. I am trying to make chapters long. Sorry about the shortness, but my brain doesn't work like that for some reason (I think I have a mental disease... well, judge for yourself, by reading and reviewing, MWAHAHAHA!)
Vaughn glanced frantically around the dark, mysterious, gloomy woods. The trees loomed omnipresent over his head, imposing a sort of "You shouldn't be here, but we'll protect you anyway" vibe. The shooting had died down some, but occasionally a bullet would whiz by or hit the firm, round trunk of the oak Vaughn was hiding behind.
"Why oh why did I have to go and fuck everything up with Sydney? Why couldn't she be here? Why did she have to disappear? Why me?" Vaughn moaned.
"Worthless American trash" A harsh male voice said directly beside Vaughn, a strong Italian accent showing through the coarseness. "You think only of yourself, never of others. Instant gratification is all you crave. You want nothing of amore (A/N: Quick Italian lesson amore: love), only sex, drugs, women... you disgust me."
Vaughn's heart raced. He had no idea where this man was, and with occasional bullets every ten minutes or so coming through, Vaughn wasn't sure if this man was friend or foe, if only friend because his foe and Vaughn's right now were one in the same.
"What do you want?" Vaughn asked, trying to control his emotions.
"Want? You think I want something?! You are even more repulsive than I thought! Here you are, getting shot at, and you want me, your only ally in this wretched place, to go away?! Off with you! You do not deserve my help!" The man cried.
"Wait!" Vaughn called, as several bullets went by.
"I do not want to deal with ungrateful trash as you." The man replied, walking off into the woods.
"No! Please don't-"Vaughn cried, but they were heard upon deaf ears, for the man had disappeared into the darkness.
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Sark sighed. There was nothing he could do now that Sydney was determined to help the woman.
"You do realize that she'll be an ungrateful bitch tomorrow, right?" He asked, staring out across the water.
Sydney pretended not to hear him, however, as she called in a CIA medical team that was stationed nearby.
"You're going to have to leave." Sydney coolly replied, her back to him.
"They're going to wonder why you're here." Was Sark's response, "And where Agent Vaughn is. They won't like the fact that you lost him."
"Are you trying to make me mad?" Sydney asked, whirling around to face him, her face flush.
"No, love, I'm not. But, you're trying to help Lauren. This is the same whore that stole Vaughn away from you. The same one who treated you like husband-stealing scum, and the same one who is a traitor to the country you seem to love so dearly." Sark replied, still staring out at the water.
Sydney opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't come up with a plausible response.
"I'd better get going." Sark told the river, as he walked away from the burning car, the limp form of Lauren, and the bewildered Sydney.
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Vaughn had decided that he was sick of being held prisoner in a forest without bars. He could get out a jam like this, right? That's what he was trained for, after all.
"Maybe" Vaughn soberly mused. "If only I wouldn't have gotten rid of my only way out..."
Of course, some things never change...
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Sydney couldn't describe how she had felt after Sark had stated everything she knew was true. There was a mixture of sorrow, pain, astonishment, and mostly confusion. She felt more torn now than ever about whom she would rather have, Vaughn or Sark. Sure, she could easily have the both of them... but why did she want to help Lauren? Did she really want Sark when she thought she wanted Vaughn, so she saved his wife so that they could be together... it was all too confusing. And it was too late at night to be pondering motives for something as complicated as love.