She grabbed the croissant off the tray and took a bite. The crisp, buttery taste filled her mouth. The greatest morning- pick me up ever invented.

"You seem to be enjoying that a little too much," she heard the familiar British sound of Sark, sitting opposite her "Gimme!"

She laughed and fed him the croissant. He bit deep into the crust.

"Hey!" she laughed as she watched her croissant disappear.

"I'm so so sorry," he said, spitting crumbs everywhere, "I thought you were done with that!"

"So," she giggled, "Where are we going today?"

"Staying here."

"What?" she asked, surprised at the sudden change of plans.

"Well no exactly here, I've bought a house, a house just for you."

"Like a princess locked in a tower?"

"Depends if you're a good princess or not."

"And If I'm not?"

"You'll see" he smiled playfully.

She spent the next few hours driving, her nightmare still pulsating through her head. She was on the largest motorway in Poland heading for Warszawa. Sark lay sleeping, stretched across the back seat. After putting up a fight and insisting that she drove, he finally backed down and granted her the honour of the 4-hour drive.

She watched as the trees flashed across the window and the lorries in front created ditches that no other car could handle. The car bumped in and out as it sped forwards. Minutes later it started to rain, not a gentle pitter-patter on the roof. No, this was torrential rain that came smacking on the windshield, along with all the flies and insects it had managed to pelt down. She couldn't see anything as the fog followed afterwards. Sark jumped.

"You okay?" she asked worried as he rubbed his head.

"It was… It was just a bad dream," he said, then realising she was driving through a storm said, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"What does it look as if I'm doing?" she said, slightly angrily as she pulled the car over "I'm driving!"

"So why did you stop?" he asked with a small mocking smile.

"You're unbelievable you are." She said, boiling inside as she opened the door and walked into the blistering weather.

Sark jumped up and reeled down the window.

It's amazing how in one minute you're so close and the next you want never to see their face again.

"Sydney?" he called "Sydney!" he was very urgent. He hopped out of the car and ran after her shadow, calling after her louder and louder.

Her cold wet hair was plastered across her face and her clothes were soaked and stuck to her body. Her shoes barely clung to her feet as she paced through the ankle deep mud and as far away from Sark.

He put a warm hand on her shoulder and she spun around.

"What do you want?" she snapped venomously at him.

"I want you to come back to the car with me." He looked genuinely worried. She'd never thought she'd see him like this. Angry? Yes. But worried that his prisoner was trying to escape his clutches? Never in a million years.

"And you care so much because?" she flared. "I'm just a burden that you carry so that you can get your precious money back, you don't care! I should've been killed yesterday- And I wish I had been!" she cried.

"Sydney, you don't mean that." He said looking as if he had just received a painful blow to the stomach. He shook his head. "You can't mean any of that." He winced, watching the tears pour down her flawless face was just too much; it hurt more than anything he had ever experienced.

"Can't I?"

"Sydney, get back in the car."

"No."

"I'll carry you if I have to."

"You wouldn't dare!"

He went to go pick her up but decided against it when she stood in another attack stance. A fight between him and Sydney was not a good thing, even if he was tempted.

"Sydney, please for me?"

How can I resist those blue eyes?

She grabbed her head in pain and screamed. This was all too much. She couldn't handle it anymore. She tried to retrieve a memory of the good times from the back of her brain. She only got one word back. Vaughn.

Why hasn't Vaughn come for me yet?

Hate filled her. Questions. What was she to Vaughn? It had been two weeks now and surely someone who have found her location; someone should have come looking for her. Vaughn should have come looking for her. Maybe he had found someone else already. He'd found and married Lauren in the two year she was missing. Maybe two weeks was all it needed this time. She focused on Sark once more and replied,

"Only for you."

The feeling Sark kept hidden inside was amazing. He felt as if fireworks had just exploded in his brain. He was overjoyed. She had actually listened to him and followed his orders. Things were starting to look up. He smiled both inwardly and outwardly.

She stood by the window and gazed out into the rain hugging the outskirts of the city. She stood shivering by the cold window clutching a cup of warm coffee. She would have been free if she hadn't let Sark talk her into coming back. But where would she have gone to, in the middle of Poland? Vaughn certainly wasn't looking for her and there was no use praying that he was. She gave up.

Sark came bursting into the room with a pair of blankets. He gently placed one over her shoulders. She didn't turn and look at him. She didn't dare.

Why have I become so horrible?

The little voice inside of her answered

You haven't, you just know you shouldn't fall for a murderer.

She was having a mental fight with herself and didn't realise Sark bring in dinner.

"Sydney? Will you join me for dinner?"

She sat down as far away from Sark as possible. She looked down at her plate. It seemed he had attempted to cook Pierogi, but they had come out a bit misshaped and lumpy. Nevertheless, she ate it silently, waited for Sark to finish, thanked him and left the table to sit on the windowsill.

"I have a feeling that you hate me!" he called from the table.

"Why do you think that?" she asked blankly.

"Because I feel rejected by you Miss Bristow."

She ignored him completely. She was too busy thinking.

"Penny for your thoughts," he whispered coming over to her, "Or do you think I can guess?"

She looked further into the dark clouds.

"Sydney, fill me in, I really want to help." He sat down by her. This wasn't the Sark she was normally used to. He was the man renowned for killing more people before he hit 25 than anyone else. He was a murderer, a terrorist, and a threat to everyone living on the same planet as him. But yet he was still showing such courtesy, it was strange.

"Is this about Agent Vaughn?" he asked, feeling hurt inside "how he hasn't come looking for you?" It was as if he'd read her mind.

Tell me he loves me

She got up and sat on the sofa as Sark slid closer to her. He followed slowly, making sure he didn't seem too stalker-like. He sat and looked over at her brown eyes, deep in thought.

How do I make this work?

They sat in silence as the sun and rain outside were slowly replaced with the moon and a clear night sky. It whacked him on the head.

"Sydney, would you like to come for a walk with me?"

She glanced at him, astonished.

"I'll get my coat."

AN: Please R & R my story- be critical and tell me what you think of it! I really want to know. I know it may be boring (I seem to have a thing for dinners) but please keep reading! I'm trying to outsmart my English teacher who thinks I have 'no imagination' Thanks x