Just to warn you, there will be a lot of French spoken in this fic. Mainly because Vaughn is unbelievably sexy when he is talking French. Also the next chapter wont come to next Tuesday, I am going home for the Columbus day weekend and this fic is saved on my computer at school.

Chapter Six: The Fire's Dead

Erica heard voices swimming around in her head as she slowly came to. It sounded like French. Who ever it was, was speaking French.

"Vous la pensez pouvez comprenez-nous" ("Do you think she can understand us?")

"Elle est une adolescente, probablement un habitué de la marijuana hanté par garçon"("She is a teenager, probably a boy obsessed airhead.")

"Le général pense elle est plutôt futée" ("The General thinks she is rather smart.")

"Le général tend à personnes de surestimation" ("The General tends to overestimate people.")

Erica couldn't take this anymore, the men were annoying. Slowly she opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. She was lying on a cot, but she wasn't tied down. The two men were standing over her oblivious to her awakening.

"Elle est terriblement mignonne" ("She's awfully cute.")

"Était de mère de SA un régulière de beauté, les dans terribles le de probablement positif de que se sont allumés" ("Her mother was a regular beauty, more than likely terrific in bed.")

"Voulez voir si prises de fille après elle à cet égard" ("Wanna see if the daughter takes after her in that respect?")

"Touchez-moi et mourez-vous idiots.Mon père est français; faites-vous pensent vraiment que sa fille ne serait pas fluent dans lui"("Touch me and die you idiots. My father is French; do you really think his daughter wouldn't be fluent in it?")

Erica snapped.

Erica tried to jump out of the bed and away from the men, but they, however, held her tightly to the bed. Erica briefly thanked her parents before using a gymnastic technique to escape from their hold. She pulled off some kicks, managing to knock one of the men out. Just as she reached the door, it opened and man grabbed her from behind and injected her with a syringe.

Sark waited until Erica was unconscious before laying her on the cot. He turned to the two men.

"I find it unbelievable that two grown men can't take on a teenage girl. That is why your services will no longer be needed."

Sark pulled out his gun and shot the two men in the head. The gunshot reverberated around the small room.

Erica came to for a second time in the small room. This time there was only one man and somehow he was scary than the two goons who were here before.

"Good Morning, Miss Vaughn."

Erica looked warily at the blonde British man.

"Who are you?"

"I must remember to compliment your parents on teaching you. You certainly take after them when it comes too fighting."

"Who the hell are you?"

"Now Erica, is that any way to talk to your uncle?"

"Uncle? Wait…your Julian Sark!"

"Yes, seeing your other uncle, Danny Hecht, died awhile ago, so that must make me Julian Sark."

"What do you want with me?"

"You see Erica; I don't want anything from you. The sect wants you. Don't worry they won't kill you."

"Are you the one who was in my room?"

"Yes."

"Perv."

"My dear child, I am not interested in you what so ever, I am just doing my job."

"Why does the sect want me?"

"Don't play dumb Erica. I am well aware of what your parents told you this afternoon. I am also well aware of your various skills, so don't be planning nay escapes."

"Skills? What skills?"

"The sect has been following you for a long time, Erica, and besides that, do you really think that your parents wouldn't have taught you anything?"

"You're a loser."

"That hurt Erica. Just give the sect want they want."

"No."

"It's surprising how like your mother you are. Don't try anything stupid or else I guarantee you will never see your parents again."

And with that threat, Sark left the cell.

Erica sat on her cot fuming. That bastard was related to her father? He was such a prick. She began to take in her surroundings to find something useful in planning her escape. The only thing she noticed was that one wall was fairly thin. In fact she could hear voices on the other side of it. The voices were talking in Russian. Erica smiled. Her grandmother was Russian; she had been taught Russian and was rather fluent in it.

"- - они выходили дом" ("—they have left the house.")

"вы думаете они приходить после ее" ("Do you think they are coming after her?")

"я не знаю" ("I don't know")

"согласно Perfiska, Irina исчезло после получать загадочный звонок" ("According to Perfiska, Irina disappeared after getting a mysterious call.")

"они приносят Irina?" ("They're bringing Irina?")

"оно появилось бы так" ("It would appear so.")

"они гуляют право в общаяа программа" ("They are walking right into the General's plan.")

"и я думал они были хорошие шпионки" ("And I thought they were good spies")

Erica pulled away from the wall. They must have been talking about her parents; her grandmother's name was Irina. Her parents were walking into a trap! She had to warn them some way. Erica sat on the cold floor and put her mind to work.

Duh Erica is fluent in several languages, her parents are spies! Next chapter features Vaughn speaking French drool