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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Whoa. Big chapter. And not just in the long sense either, sorry this has taken a while to update, but I have been thinking of how to explain this meaningful chapter! Oh and go read the last chapter, or maybe its the one before it, where Sark and Sydney kiss, because I edited a few things. Um ... yeah, emotional chapter. I have tried to write it as well as I can do yeah ... ok then review people! Oh and a little bit of swearing in this chappie so beware!

"Sark!" Sydney blurted out a little too loudly. "Why do you think its Sark?"

"The guys hair is cut the same way Sark's is, his wearing a suit very similar to the ones Sark has made his trademark and … well, Sydney, the resemblance is uncanny."

"Vaughn, you've gone crazy. I mean, Sark! On a mission, with me? No way!"

Oh, yes way.

Weiss raised an eyebrow, "Let me take a look," he reached for the paper and eyed it sceptically. Sydney looked over at Kendall to see him staring at her, suspicion in his eyes.

"Sydney, you are sure Sark was not there? You didn't see him?"

Sydney looked him in the eye. "No." she lied.

Weiss handed the paper back to Sydney and said quietly, "The guy does look like him though."

Sydney's high heels made clanking noises on the hard concrete floor as she walked over to her car in the CIA car park. She opened her car door and hopped in. She fumbled around in her bag until she found the paper with the picture of Sark in it. She angrily ripped it in half and threw it to the back of the car.

Why was she lying for him? Well yeah, she needed to protect herself, the CIA couldn't find out she is working for one of their enemies other than SD-6. But why was she lying for him? Something inside her told her she was lying to keep Sark safe, rather than herself.

Life was so damn confusing at times.

Sydney turned on the engine and started driving out of the car park when her phone started ringing. It was Marshall's number.

"Hi Marshall. What's up?"

"Meet me at the oil reserve in ten minutes." He hanged up.

The oil reserve? That's where Sydney and her Dad would meet because it was the only place close enough where they couldn't be heard, why in the world did Marshall want to meet there?

Oh. Marshall new. He saw Sark that night.

"Uh oh." Sydney mumbled as she began to drive to the oil reserve, her heart pounding.

When she arrived, Marshall was already there, sitting in his car the door open. He walked over to Sydney's car briskly, very un-Marshall like and jumped into the seat across from Sydney.

"Why?" he asked, looking her in the eye. "I can't lie for you Sydney. I can't lose this job …"

"I know, I know Marshall." she said quickly.

"Why did you do it?" he said quickly, "Why did you let him take you to our car, why didn't you stop him?"

Sydney's eyes prickled. "I don't know …"

"Sort it out. 'Fess up. Kill Sark, I don't really care, just do something, because Sloane will know I am acting weird …" he paused, "-er than normal and he'll get it out of me. I don't want to hurt you Sydney or get you in trouble, but what I saw, that's big. Sloane doesn't know. And if he doesn't know, then we shouldn't know either, but I do know and that's not good." He took a deep breath and looked out the window.

"Don't get messed up with him, Sydney. You can't trust him. He'll play games with you, act like your friend, but at the end of the day Sydney, his a killer. A murderer of innocent people."

A tear fell down Sydney's cheek. She sniffled. "I'm an idiot. He was nice and I needed help on this mission, I couldn't do it myself and his so …"

So what?

Sydney started crying uncontrollably. Why was she letting him do this to her? How stupid was she?

"You had a dream, didn't you?" Marshall asked.

"Wh-what?" Sydney stuttered. How did he know? About that weird dream, with her being tied up and a voice …

"Sloane asked me to do some research into dream mythology for a Rambaldi piece he is planning to get and I got … This is going to sound stupid, but I found a prophecy. Like the one with the picture of you on it, the Rambaldi one? But this one said, it said you will be having a dream that will haunt you …the one you suddenly trust will be the culprit of your loss. That's what it said. I don't know if I should believe it, but I've seen this kind've thing before and …"

Sydney gulped. "Oh God." she whispered so quietly. "My loss. Trust. That voice. My God. Marshall," she looked at him, "it was him. He took me. Sark took me for those two years I was missing. That bastard took me."

It all came to her. That's why he wanted to help her, that's why he was being so much nicer, that's why his cockiness seemed to disappear … it was all guilt.

Marshall's eyes widened. "Sydney …"

"That BASTARD!" Sydney screamed hitting the car wheel hard. Over and over she slammed it, "He stole me away … from my family," she hit the wheel, "my friends, he took a part of my life I will never get back. I'll kill him. I'll kill that son of a bitch!" she broke down, sobbing. Marshall hugged her warmly.

"Sid, oh don't cry. Sid, don't …"

He will pay. That bastard will pay.

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