A/N: I don't own it. Never claimed to. R/R, please!

Her breathe caught in her throat. "W-who?" She asked shakily, not believing that the man the Covenant wanted dead was the same one she wanted to work with.

"Julian Sark, or rather, Julian Lazarey. Whatever you want to call him is up to you. We want him dead."

Sydney didn't know what to say. How could this be, she should've expected it, but somehow there was a reason she didn't. She wasn't aware of anything that he had done to the Covenant. "Why?"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about that one, Jules." Paul smirked, "It's none of your concern."

This made her angry, and he knew it. "There are cameras in here you know," she said coolly, "They'll see you in here, they being the CIA."

"Oh, I know," was the nonchalant reply. "Don't worry about my safety, Jules; I've taken care of it. The CIA is stupid." Paul gave her a smile and moved around to the other side of the chair, standing in front of her. "Now, I must go, I'll be seeing you." She put his hat back on and walked towards the door.

Sydney could scream, she didn't hear him stop in the doorway of her room, "You know, your friends seem like lovely people. I wonder how they would react if they were betraying them? Hmm, we'll just have to see, won't we." Syd spun around to glare at him. All she got in return was a dip of his hat, and Paul was gone.

Once she heard the front door slam shut, she let out a sigh. "Damnit!" She yelled, to no one in particular. How could she have been so stupid, to think that the Covenant wouldn't keep tabs on her life after they left.

Sitting down on her bed, she put her head in her hands. She would need to talk to Simon about this, but what to say. 'Sorry, Simon, once I make you go through with all this, I'm just going to kill the man'! No, she couldn't go through with it. But what to do.

Sydney laid back down on her bed, staring at the ceiling for what seemed like hours before finally drifting off into a restless night.

The next morning Sydney woke up to find herself still upset about what had happened the night before.

Sighing, Syd dragged herself out of bed and into the shower. She didn't want to go into work, but she knew that she had to, or they would worry. After all, she had been out most of the night before, and if they didn't see her in work today, they would notice something was wrong.

Rinsing the soap out of her hair, Syd suddenly dropped her hands to her sides. An idea was forming in the back of her mind; one that made her stop and wonder. Not wanting to jinx the idea, she hurriedly finished up in the shower, getting out in what was most likely record time for her. Drying her hair, she put it up in a loose pony tail before getting dressed for work.

A half an hour later she found herself sitting at her desk, ding some paperwork that they had given her, trying to figure out what she remembered. She had expertly wormed her way out of taking with Vaughn about the night before, claiming that she needed to get her work done, and walked away from him quickly.

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't notice when Dixon came up to her, making her jump when he laid a hand on her shoulder.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's alright, I should've been paying attention. Did you need something?" She asked, looking up to him, trying her best to give him a small smile.

"Yeah, actually, there is a briefing that you should be included with," Dixon gave her a strange look before heading into the conference room. Sighing, Syd looked around before getting out of her seat and following him into the room.

Marshall, Eric, her father, Lauren, Vaughn and Dixon were already in the room, so she took the empty seat next to Eric who looked at her with sympathy. She figured that he had been the person watching the fight between her and Vaughn the night before. She gave him a reassuring smile before looking over to Dixon who was trying to get their attention.

"As you may know, Agent Vaughn was on an information mission last night. Where he met up with this man," Dixon pointed to the screen and Syd tried hard to keep her face blank as Simon's face filled the screens. "Simon Walker, a thief, who was unknown until about two years ago, when he was hired under someone, but we don't know who. He started doing big jobs. Yet there was no mention of whom he was working for."

"He said he wanted Sark," Vaughn said frankly, "I don't know why there is a sudden interest in Sark, but he wants him. And from the deal he made with me last night, we've decided to make the trade."

"What exactly are we trading?" Sydney asked, knowing that to keep them from thinking of her differently, then she would have to be upset about this. "And why are we trading a terrorist?"

Jack was the one to answer this question, "He has two of our agents. And information of several others. He has said that his employer would give us back the other two, and then forget about the others if we made this trade."

"Have we agreed to it?" She asked bitterly, knowing full well that they had.

"Yes," Dixon told her, nodding, "we do not know when this will happen. But Mr. Walker will contact Agent Vaughn with the details. That will be all," when they all stood up, Dixon spoke again, "Sydney, will you stay a minute."

Sydney turned, nodding, and waited until the others had left the room, before walking over to Dixon. "Yes?"

"It's about all this Sark business. I know you don't like it, neither do I, but it's for the best."

Sydney nodded slowly, "Yes, I understand, I don't like it at all, but if it has to be done."

Dixon gave her a final nod, before she turned and walked away. This was going to be an interesting day.

Having left the meeting, Vaughn was no in his office, pacing. He didn't jump when he saw Eric standing in his doorway with a concerned look upon his face.

"I'm guessing you saw it," Eric nodding slowly, as he knew his friend was talking about the altercation he had with Sydney the night before.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine, it just shocked me. Even though I should of known it would come eventually." With a deep sigh Michael sat down in the chair behind his desk, watching as Eric sat in the one in front of him.

"If you need to talk," he paused, "or not talk, you know where I live." Michael nodded and sat in gratitude of having a best friend like Eric. They fell into a comfortable silence they both sat there. Eric was contemplating how this was going to affect the working ability of everyone, and Michael thinking about the situation with Sydney, and also his wife. Who hadn't spoken to him since the day before.

Both of them so deep in their thoughts that they were startled when they heard Michael's cell phone ring. "Hello?"

"Mr. Vaughn, it's Simon Walker. I have the details, have you a pen?"

"Yes, go ahead."

"Okay, the exchange will be tomorrow afternoon1 o'clock, in the same place we first met. You are allowed to have yourself, the prisoner, and two other people. More than that, there is no deal. We will have the same amount. Understand?"

"Yes, I understand. Wait, one question, will the club be open?"

"No, it will be closed. So nice talking to you, Agent Vaughn, say hello to the wife or me."

Vaughn wasn't sure how he knew about Lauren, but Simon had hung up before he had the chance to ask. Michael looked at Eric before standing. "I have the information on the exchange." He said simply, replying to the questioning look on his friend's face.

Eric nodded, standing up quickly, following Michael out of his office and over to Dixon's. Where they found Jack, Marshall, Sydney and Dixon sitting there, talking something over. They all fell quiet when the two men came into the office.

"We have the details." Michael said when Dixon stood to ask them what the matter was.

"Good," Dixon said sitting back down. "Someone needs to go inform Sark of what it happening."

Dixon looked back and forth between Jack and Sydney, hoping it would be one of them, "I'll do it," Sydney said, catching the look from Dixon before her father. "I'll go now, if you'll excuse me." She stood up and nodded to Dixon and her father, before walking out of the door. Pointedly not looking or touching Vaughn as she walked past him.

Sydney waited for the gates to rise before she could proceed to where they still held Sark. Looking through the plexiglas she found Sark sitting on the make-shift bed. His eyes widened when he saw her. "They told me you were dead," he said quietly, standing, walking over to stand in front of her.

"You of all people should know it's harder than that to kill me." She glared at him.

"True, but everyone was sure you had died when they found your body in the ashes of your apartment."

"That doesn't matter, I'm alive, and you, you are being traded."

"Traded." It wasn't a question, he was just repeating what she said.

"Did I stutter, traded, you are being given to someone in exchange for two agents. Apparently this trade is important, so they are doing it without hesitation."

"You don't remember anything, do you?" Sark just couldn't get his head around the fact that she was alive.

"No, nothing." She answered quickly, annoyed that he couldn't stay on track. "But we aren't discussing that, right now. They wanted me to tell you that you were being traded. So I can go now."

"When?"

"Tomorrow, at one."

"Oh, well, then, I guess, this is goodbye. I mean, I might see you tomorrow, and I would love to stick around and work more with you. But it's just never right for us-"

She cut him off, "Goodbye, Sark." She told him icily before walking off, ignoring the wish to tell him what she had been planning.

He watched her go, thinking that she was one of the most intriguing women he had ever met, and he respected that.

The Next Day

Agents Vaughn, Weiss and Bristow, Sydney, stood at one end of the empty club. Sark sat handcuffed to a chair behind them. None of them were talking, and Sark was staring at the trio smirking. "I know you'll miss me, but you just have to move on." He said in a cocky voice, making the three of them turn.

The only one who dignified him with and answer was Vaughn, "We won't miss you a bit, Sark, and you know it." But he continued to smirk at the three of them. Looking at each in turn, he was a bit startled when he saw the pensive look that Agent Bristow was wearing. Deciding not to say anything, because as soon as she noticed him looking at her, she quickly shook her head and turned back around.

It was five minutes before one, and there was no sign of Simon Walker and the prisoners he held. But he would be there, Vaughn felt this was to important to him, and his mysterious employer, to not show. Looking over he saw that Eric was standing close to Sydney, and they had their heads bent in conversation. Michael looked at them with a sad look, knowing he would probably never have the chance to be with Syd again. Loosing himself in his thoughts, he didn't notice the door at the other end of the club open, and five men walk into the main room of the club, until Eric nudged him.

"Nice to see you again, Mr. Vaughn," Simon said pleasantly. Looking around the club, "I see you can follow directions easy enough." Simon looked to where Sark was sitting on the chair. He had never actually met with Sark personally, only seen pictures and heard stories. Shifting his gaze he first looked at Vaughn, then Eric, and resting it on Sydney. Giving her an odd look, before shaking his head.

"Ready?" Michael asked, as Eric unlocked Sark from the chair, and walked him to where the others were standing.

Simon nodded and made a gesture behind him and the two prisoners were brought to stand next to him. Once they had both seen their sides of he bargain, the men were released. Sark walked to the other side, just as the two agents did. Once Simon's men had a hold on Sark, they walked out of the club, Simon stayed a bit behind. "Pleasure doing business with you all, hope to see you again." He winked at them, but more towards Sydney, and then walked off.

Shaking his head, Michael turned to the two men, "Ready to go home?" They both nodded in unison and they were walked out by the three agents.

The men put Sark in the back of a car, and then got into the front, Simon entered the back beside Sark,

"I hope they treated you well," he mused, not noticing the strange look Sark was giving him, as the car started and they sped off.

"If you don't mind me asking, but who the hell are you? And where are we going?" Sark asked, wanting to know who this man was, and what he wanted.

"Oh, me? Simon Walker. And we are going to a small house, nearby." That was all the conversation they had during the car ride. Mr. Walker refused to say anything, and Sark didn't want to pry, he would get his answers soon.

Within ten minutes they were at a small apartment complex, "Come on," Simon told him, his door being opened by the person who had been driving. He lead them into a small apartment, then telling Sark to go into a small room in the back of it. It only had a small table, a chair and some clothes on the table. Oh, yeah, there was a light too, but that wasn't important.

"You can change into those clothes," Simon told him, looking him up and down, he was still in what the CIA had given him. "Someone will be in to talk to you soon." Simon said, before closing the door, leaving Sark in solitude.

Sark tried to keep his mind empty as he changed into the new clothes, throwing the old ones in the corner, and sitting down at the table. Sighing he put his head in his arms, and closed his eyes.

Hearing the door open, he looked up, but could see nothing, as the light in the room was poor, and it was jus on him. Almost like something from a bad cop movie, but whatever.

"How are you doing, Mr. Sark?" He heard a familiar woman's voice fill the room.

"Peachy," he commented sarcastically, "Do you mind telling me what I'm doing here." He thought he could get answers from this woman, and he would try his hardest.

"Why, I wanted you here, that's all." She replied, laughing, stepping into the light. Sark's eyes widened as he saw why the voice had been so familiar.

"Agent Bristow?" He asked in disbelief as Sydney Bristow sat down in front of him.

"The one and only," she replied, grinning.


A/N 2: I know the scence with Sark and Syd was different than the one in the show, but I couldn't remember the exact words, so I just made up my own. So, don't get your panties in a twist because it's not the right words... Plus, it's my story, I'm not following the on JJ Abrams did.