She stood watching as the gun pointed at Sark's head. Vaughn's hand was shaking vigorously. She stood.

"Vaughn!" she shouted as she watched his index finger inch closer to the trigger.

All the happy memories she had shared with Sark flashed before her eyes. Suddenly, they were replaced with memories of Vaughn. She was caught in the middle and she didn't know which side to defend. So once again she called out.

"Vaughn!" she looked at Sark, then back to Vaughn again. "Please, Vaughn, please don't!"

Vaughn looked at her.

"Sydney, he's a wanted terrorist who kidnapped you and made my life a living hell!" he yelled, "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill him!" He aimed the gun firmly at Sark.

If I'm going to shoot, I'm not gonna miss

She couldn't think of any reason she could give that would make Vaughn not shoot Sark. She loved both and didn't want to see any of them hurt. She looked Vaughn deep in the eyes.

"Sydney, I love you"

"Don't leave me!"

"You gave me a drawer!"

She lifted up her head and then looked at a cowering Sark.

"I love you from the bottom of my heart."

"Sydney you're worth more to me than all the riches I could have."

"We do make a perfect couple don't we?"

"Retourne-toi, de temps en temps je me sens delaissee et tu ne passes meme plus"

She smiled as she remembered the road trip herself and Sark had taken. She had been so happy, so light and so carefree- even if she was with a criminal. She felt she could trust him- with Vaughn she had to think before she spoke.

"Sydney, I think Agent Vaughn would like an answer sometime soon." Sark timidly whispered. He was hoping his life would end swiftly but Sydney's prolonged silence wasn't helping.

"Shut up you son of a bitch!" Vaughn shouted as he repositioned his gun, "3…2…-"

"VAUGHN!" she screamed, "Don't shoot, Please." She looked at him pleadingly.

"Why not?" Vaughn asked sarcastically. He had become so evil and full of hate, it was hard for Sydney to watch.

"Why…? Why…? Because I love him!" she screamed. Tears poured from her eyes. "That's why!"

"WHAT!" he screamed "You little bitch!"

"Don't you DARE call her that!" yelled Sark as he took his opportunity to run and disarm Vaughn. A fist met Vaughn's face while a foot met Sark's chest, pushing him backwards onto the floor. Vaughn was about to shoot when he heard,

"Vaughn, please!"

He turned round.

"Shut up you whore!" then a gunshot sounded, and as if in slow motion, there was a sickening crack as the bullet collided with human bone and Sydney lay sprawled on the floor.