DISCLAIMER:I don't own Alias, wish I did.

A/N: Hello hello! Ok, people are confused so let me clear everything out. First - timeline. This fanfic is set when Sydney is still a double agent with SD-6, Lauren is around and married to Vaughn, and Sydney has already been missing for two years. So basically every storyline rolled into one lol.

This is a SARKNEY story and not at all S/V! Yes Vaughn is annoying but I don't like him so that is how he will be. Now review or I shall not write. Please.Thankyou. Ok.

Chapter Sixteen

Changed For You

Sydney arrives home to an empty house, her suitcase full of medication her doctors insisted she take. She walked to her room and began unpacking her clothes back into her wardrobe. The phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi Sid, its Marshall."

"Hi! How are you?"

"Fine, fine. More importantly how are you? Are you ok? Does it hurt to pick up the phone? If it does, you know, just tell me, I'll hang up."

"My hands are pretty much fine now, Marshall." She said smiling.

"Oh, right. That's why they let you out, huh. Ok. Great. Well, anyway, I was thinking of coming around I haven't seen you around the office in so long, it gets a little lonely. Well sure, Dixon's a nice enough guy but his not there all the time and Sloane just scares me, you know? Major scare factor. Anyway, yeah, is that ok with you? Me coming over I mean?"

"It sounds great! Hey, we can get pizza."

"Pizza sounds great, Sid. See you soon. Over and out."

"Bye, Marshall!" She reached the bottom of her suitcase where her toothbrush and toiletries were.

She headed for the bathroom with the items in her hand. As she turned the knob her heart froze. She had forgotten this. Her blood lay dry on the floor, a reminder of what she had done to herself. What he had made her done.

"Sydney." She turned, dropping her toothbrush on the floor and onto the blood.

Sark stood in front of her, she noticed the gun in his hand.

"How did you get in?" She said as calmly as she could.

"I need to explain myself, I need to tell you what happened Sydney."

She did the only thing she could do – hit him. She swung her arm and felt her knuckles connect with his cheekbone. He stepped back, leaning against the wall. She ran towards him and punched him again. He fell to the floor, his nose bleeding. As she went to hit him again he kicked her with his leg in her stomach. She fell back into the bathroom. Recovering, she ran again at him. She kicked the gun out of his hand and reached for it. He jumped to his feet and grabbed Sydney around the neck, holding her against the wall.

"Sydney, stop! Listen to me."

She kneed him in the groin and reached again for the gun, this time succeeding. She held it high in her hands, pointing at his chest.

"You're doing things to me, I know you are. You're playing with my mind. I'm having dreams, of things I don't remember, and it's all because of you. Leave me alone."

She pulled the trigger.