Vaughn slowly opened his eyes to see Sydney pacing the floor of the plane. A sudden sharp pain attacked his head, and then he remembered. He had been knocked out.

By Sydney.

He slowly began to push himself up, preparing to get his questions answered. His hand lost its grip and he want sliding back down into the position he had previously been in.

At the sound of Vaughn falling down into his seat, Sydney immediately spun around and helped him up.

"Thank you." he grunted as she got him into a sitting position.

Sydney just nodded as guilt was written all over her face.

"Why did you do that?" Vaughn asked.

Sydney's mind began to spin as she thought of what to tell him. If she told him that she didn't want Sark to die because of his connection to her daughter, then everyone would start throwing accusations at her. She had to think of something quick and smart and she needed to think of it now.

"Well?" Vaughn pressed on as Sydney looked down at her hands.

"Look, we're both aware somewhat of the items in that folder that Sark had... right?" she began.

Vaughn slowly nodded, wondering what her point was.

"Well, if we had killed Sark or taken him into custody we would have never really known why those pictures were so important. I mean, yes we would have seen what they were, but obviously he needs to use them for something." Sydney mindlessly babbled.

"What do you mean?" a confused Vaughn asked.

"I think we should wait just a little bit longer and see what he's going to do with those photos. It could be an operation that the Covenant is working on and could probably give us some great leads in the future." she answered as she ended her lie.

Vaughn nodded as what she said began to make sense. "You're right."

Sydney flashed Vaughn a grateful smile.

"You know, for a second I thought you knocked me out because Sark is your daughter's father." Vaughn chuckled. "How bizarre was that thought?"

"Very bizarre."

Dixon stared at Vaughn and Sydney as they arrived into his office. "Did you get him?"

Sydney took a deep breath as she looked over at Vaughn. "Not exactly."

"When we found Sark he was receiving a folder from a man." Vaughn began.

"Did you see what was in this folder?"

"Pictures." Sydney answered.

"Of what?" Dixon asked.

"We don't know." Vaughn replied. "The reason why we didn't capture Sark was because we thought that these pictures are somehow important to an operation by the Covenant, and we thought it would be best to see it develop somewhat. It might give us a few clues to what happened to Ophelia."

"I see." Dixon said as he began to nod his head. "Good job. We'll see where this will lead us. You can go."

Sydney smiled at Dixon and walked out of the office. That had gone smoothly.

"Sydney." her father said abruptly as he approached her. "Ophelia was just admitted to the hospital, don't ask questions or waste time, just go."

A disturbed Sydney nodded and left in a hurry for the hospital.

Sydney sniffed as she looked down at her daughter in the hospital bed. There were machines and tubes everywhere. She gently stroked Ophelia's hand. She looked so fragile.

"Miss Bristow?" a voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Yes?" Sydney replied as she turned around to face a doctor.

"I'm Doctor Hendley. Could I talk to you about your daughter's condition?" he asked.

Sydney nodded and they both stepped into the hall.

"I don't know if you were previously aware of this, but Ophelia has what we call acute lymphocytic leukemia. Her bone marrow is making too many lymphocytes, which is causing her other blood cells to overcrowd." the doctor informed her. "We've started to give her medications to stop the cells from being produced in the bone marrow."

"Is it working?" Sydney asked.

"Somewhat." the doctor sighed. "During the process, some of her red blood cells were lost so we need to perform a blood transfusion."

"Okay, I can- I can do it now." Sydney replied as she began to take off her coat.

"I've looked into your medical records and your blood isn't compatible with Ophelia's. I was wondering if you could get her father down here for a blood test." he said.

Sydney cringed at the thought of having Sark near Ophelia. "Yeah, I'll ask him to come down here."

"Good. Just page me whenever he gets here and ask him to get here as soon as possible." the doctor said before he walked away.

"Dixon." Sydney said hurriedly when she had connected to him.

"Yes?" he replied.

"I need to get in contact with Sark but I don't know how."

"Why do you need to contact him?" Dixon asked.

"Ophelia needs a blood transfusion and our blood isn't compatible..." she began.

"So you need Sark's blood." Dixon finished.

"Yeah." she sighed.

"I'll see what I can do." he replied and then hung up.

"Miss Bristow!" Doctor Hendley said as he appeared in front of her again.

"Yes? Is something wrong?" she asked concerned.

"No, we've found a match for Ophelia. A man just donated his blood." he informed her.

"Really!" Sydney exclaimed as a grin spread across her face. "Who was it?"

"His name was Michael Vaughn."