Title: Over My Head (Better Off Dead)

Disclaimer: I don't own alias…the song used in the titled and just plain used is…drum roll Over My Head (Better Off Dead) by Sum 41…they own the rights to it.

Chapter Three.:The Angel From My Nighmare:.

This came long before,

Those who suffer more

I'm too awake for this to be a nightmare

What's with my disgrace

I lost the human race

No one plans for it to blow up in their face

Who said it was easy to put back all these pieces

Now I'm in

Over my head, with something I said

Completely misread I'm better off dead

And now I can see, how fake you can be

This hypocracy's beginning to get to me

Over my head, better off dead

Over my head, better off dead

'Why do I feel so bad about this? The things she said…why did they hit home?' Sark asked himself as he faced back and forth in his luxurious room. 'Why does it matter what she thinks? Why am I even thinking about this?' But he would never be able to answer any of those questions until he found his heart and became human again.

FLASHBACK

Sydney got out of her car and headed towards the warehouse in front of her. 'Meeting in an abandoned warehouse…oh how I looooooooove my life' she thought as she stormed in to make an entrance.

Sark noticed from above another building. He had clear sight of her and the man who stood inside. 'How typical. That man doesn't deserve to be her handler and she shouldn't have to meet in a warehouse' Sark though as he saw her greet the man. Agent Wrinkles.

"Hey Syd!"

"Vaughn" she gave a huge hug and a smile and Sark couldn't help but think she shone in even the darkest of places.

"We received your message and have already started to prepare for your counter mission."

"So I'm guessing it's the standard erase the disk…make copies type mission" Vaughn's face fell for a moment, before he smiled and nodded.

'How could he think that the mission wouldn't be that simple. Those mission are all the same' Sark thought. Watching Sydney made Sark feel light inside, as if all the weight he was feeling had been lifted by her presence

"Is that a new cologne?" she asked breaking Sark out of his thoughts.

"Yes. Do you like it?" Sydney came closer and sniffed him.

"It doesn't smell pretty nice"

'Oh Brother' Sark couldn't help but think. Could you get anymore sickening? It's not like the man has any class with his $50 Target suits (A/N: GO THE $50 TARGET SUITS! Lol)

Sydney didn't seem to agree with Sark though because she smiled and gave Agent Wrinkles a huge hug and left.

"Pathetic" he said to himself as Vaughn follower her cue.

END FLASH BACK

'Why can't I stop thinking about this?' Sark asked himself. For the first time in ages he felt lonely as if his expensive wine couldn't keep him company. He poured himself another glass and closed his eyes reflecting on what he was feeling.

After 5 minutes of thinking he sighed and opened his eyes. "It's no use. I will never know." Taking a sip of wine it finally hit him. "I'm in love with SYDNEY BRISTOW!" he immediately rand off to the bathroom and lifted the lid to the toilet. He then started to empty the contents of his stomach.

On the other side of the world…LA

Sydney paced back and forth in her bathroom. "He's such a jerk. He's a killing machine. He doesn't have a heart." She was trying to rationalize what she was feeling for him…Sark. "I can't. I just can't! There is no way!" she knocked over a couple of the rubber duckies and opened the door to the bathroom. "I'm in love with Julian Sark!" Sydney cried out as she slammed the door in frustration. Francie looked up from the kitchen and asked. "Who's Julian Sark?"

The End…

Yes I know I can write more but…there will be a sequel if anyone wants to read it…It's called All Messed Up and I am in the middle of writing it at the moment. I'm sorry there were only 3 parts to this story but I can promise you I have more parts in the sequel…well I guess it's up to you…and kinda me if I will put it up…we'll see .