"What?" Jack Bristow snapped at the agent. The CIA was providing him with dumber and dumber people to work with. They seemed to be constantly reduced to the state of tears..something that wasn't acceptable in their field of work.The current agent, a blond woman, was trying to control the tears that were pooling in her eyes. He sighed and tried to force himself to be nice, "Ms. Reed, what is it that you want?" The blond sniffed slightly as she responded,

"I would like to invite you to my wedding...I believe you know the groom before he left the CIA...Micheal Vaughn.." she handed him an invitation as he scowled.

"Micheal Vaughn is getting married? To you?" Lauren nodded excitedly as she began babbling about how they met. Jack gave her a curt nod as he cut her off. "Well, I guess you can plan on me being there. Tell Vaughn I said hi." He turned away in disgust. The man he had detained was dead, and security had been out during his assassination. Nelson Raine turned out to be dead, A banker who had killed himself in the early 50's. Every piece of intel had led him to a dead end, and he had exhausted all of his resources. All but one. He glared across the room at one of the new agents as he debated. He didnt have much of a choice now...he pulled out his cell phone and dialed the one number he had sworn he would never call again.

"Hello? Irina?"

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Sark walked to the front desk of the hotel with Julia on his arm.

"The reservation is under Mr. and Mrs. Reeves." He looked at the receptionist coldly as Julia giggled and hugged him.

"Oh, darling we're finally married!" She said in a southern accent as she kissed him on the cheek. Sark smiled faintly as he pat her back.

"Yes, I believe so." He rolled his eyes slightly as he looked at the receptionist. She shook her head pittingly, it was another one of thoes couples. The rich millionare playboy who gets caught in the trap of some dumb blond airhead. She handed him two key cards,

"You're on the top floor where the honeymoon suite. If you need anything, dont hesitate to call." Sark gave her a curt nod as Julia giggled again.

"Thank you!" She replied as they walked to the elevator. Once they were in their suite, Julia dropped the airhead performance and groaned.

"I can't stand women like that." Sark smirked.

"Well, you could have just blown our cover down there by killing her you know, love." Julia smirked.

"Yeah, oh well. Let's go have some fun with her later. We have a mission to concentrate on now." Sark rolled his eyes as he picked her up and took her into the bedroom, where there was a king size bed in the middle.

"Darling, we're on our honeymoon. Lets enjoy it shall we?" He kissed her deeply as he set her down on the bed. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him.

"Babe, We arent supposed to have fun today, remember?" He cursed slightly under his breath.

"Screw work." He took her shirt off and started kissing a trail down her body.

"Ahem." A voice came from the doorway, where a woman stood.

"Irina." Sark scrambled to sit up and fix his shirt. Julia rolled her eyes as she sat up, only pulling her shirt down slightly.

"Hello Sark, Sydney." Julia lifted an eyebrow.

"I don't believe we've been introduced. I'm Julia Thorne." She looked at Irina with with contempt. "Who are you?" Irina looked taken aback for a moment, before she slipped back into her mask.

"Irina Derevko." Sark looked at his former employer calmly,

"Sit please," he gestured to the seat in front of the bed. "What is it that you want with us?" Irina stared at Julia for a while before anwsering,

"I wanted to see if the rumors were true." Julia cocked her head to the side and stared at her.

"What rumors?" She asked, still not moving.

"If Sydney Bristow had been brainwashed into Julia Thorne." Julia snorted and rolled her eyes.

"You know Sydney Bristow could never be brainwashed. It was kind of your fault wasn't it Irina? Don't worry about it now, your daughter is dead. You really dont need to worry about her anymore. Now if that is all.." She gestured to the door. "Sark and I have some business to finish." Irina reached into her pocket and took out a disk.

"You mean this? Here." She tossed it onto the bed. "Now, I want to know what really happened to Sydney." Julia smirked.

"Oh mom, I'm still here." Her eyes filled with fake tears as she seemed to change personalities completely, from a cold blooded assassin to the self righteous Sydney Bristow. She reached over to hug Irina and grabbed the gun Irina had tucked into her pants. "Too bad I don't give a damn anymore. You know what I realized halfway through my captivity mom? That i had to pretend to be Julia to survive. To get out and go back to everything and everyone I loved." She aimed the gun at Irina. "Of course I contacted Kendall. I refused to play the double agent again and be seperated from Vaughn. Then, when i went to talk to him, to tell him i was still alive, I found him with another woman. That probably could have been when Sydney Bristow died. Or it could have been when I discovered that Jack was in prison, but you somehow got in to fuck him regularly. The people that she had cared for the most in the world had given up on me, betrayed me and decided to go back to their normal lives." She looked at Irina coldly. "But now it ends. I refuse to be a pawn in this game. I know what Jack did to Sydney, and I refuse to return to that life, where anyone and everyone seemed to have control over me. It ends now. You either leave us alone and never contact us, or I kill you now." Irina got up slowly,

"Sweetheart...I know you're in there. I just want you to know..I love you." Irina left the suite as Julia smirked. She straddled a very shocked looking Sark,

"Darling, don't worry about Irina. Simon's team will capture her as she leaves the suite. And now that we have the disk.." She whispered breathily into his mouth, "We can have fun.." Sark kissed her once before leaning back a moment,

"You know, I'm kinda glad Sydney doesn't want to go back.." Julia pushed him down onto the bed with an evil glimmer in her eyes.

"You know what? So am I."