DISCLAIMER: Fine, I don't own Alias. J.J. does. There, I said it:(

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapters so cute. Well, I like it. Yet intriguing, look out for some very interesting quotes and actions ...

Changed For You

Chapter Seven

A warm hand pulled her up. "Sydney, we need to hurry!" Sark's voice said urgently. She winced as she tried to walk. She handed him her clutch. She heard him run over to the painting. The thought hit her – she had to take photos of the script for the CIA. But how could she, with Sark there? She reached for her ear and clicked a button.

"Marshall! Marshall?" she cried.

"Sid! You ok, you got it?"

"I've," she paused, taking a deep breath. "I've been shot in the leg. I don't think I am going to be able to make it …"

Marshall panicked. "We'll send a crew in. Wait, just stay where-"

She dragged herself over to the glass frame and heard Sark tapping on it. "The feather, press the feather!"

"What?" Marshall said. "Sid, I think you are suffering illusions. Just lay down, try not to freak out …"

The frame suddenly opened, Sydney heard the buzzing noise it made, leaving the painting unveiled. Sydney leaned in and grabbed it, but collapsed on the floor inside the frame. Her leg – she was losing too much blood.

"Sydney!" Sark said, as if he cared about her. He jumped through the frame and reached for her, dragging her on the floor with the painting in tow. The glass frame zoomed shut. Eleven seconds were up. Within a minute at the most, the power would come back on.

"Sydney? Who was that? Sid!" Marshall shouted into the earpiece. Sydney reached for her earpiece and clicked it off.

"Hurry. Go. I'll take the painting." Sydney whispered, it hurt to talk … just like in her dream …

Sark stayed where he was. "No, you need to get out," he reached to carry her out.

"No!" Sydney hit him in the arm as hard as she could. "Get out! Go! They can't see us!" She reached for her brooch. Turning over the painting, she ripped it apart. Sark was blinded, "Sydney, what are you doing?"

In the darkness, she grabbed the script, imbedded in the painting and held it from what she hoped was a reasonable distance from the papers.

She heard Sark sigh softly, "Ah,"

She clicked the diamond on the brooch and heard a snap noise. She did this every time she reached for a different piece of paper.

Forty seconds later, the brooch slipped out of her hands. Sark grabbed it and slipped it into his pocket as he reached for the script and carried Sydney in his arms, through the back entrance, running as fast as he could. Just as he stepped outside, Sydney slipped into unconsciousness.

"I guess this is it. I'll contact you when I have information on Lauren Reed. It's been great working with you Ms Bristow. I hope we can do it again sometime." said Sark to the unconscious Sydney as he lay her down outside SD-6's black van and hurried off into the distance. Marshall opened up the door and saw Sark turning away. He looked down at Sydney.

"Sid!" he cried, reaching for her. He checked her pulse – it was slow.

Sark turned and saw Sydney lying there, helpless.

"Just like the old days," he whispered sadly.

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