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AUTHORS NOTE: phi4858 is fast becoming my favorite person.

She woke glazed in perspiration, sheets twisted around her, her heart still pounding mercilessly in her chest from the nightmare that had become a regular visitor.

"Dreaming about me again, baby?" The hair on the back of her neck immediately standing on end. She sighed heavily; she should have expected him really.

"Sark" she greeted, annoyance all to obvious in her voice.

"Sydney" He was laid casually on the bed next to her, she turned to face him fully, feeling slightly exposed in only her UCLA t-shirt. As if reading her mind he eyed her predatorily.

"You didn't have to dress up for me," He drawled lazily as he ran a finger along the top of her bare thigh.

She shivered involuntarily and rolled off the bed away from him.

She went to the kitchen hoping unrealistically that he would leave. She poured herself a very generous glass of scotch.

"What are we drinking to?" he asked perching himself on a stool at the counter.

"Oblivion" she sighed, downing the drink with terrifying ease, before pouring out the next glass.

He looked at her and shook his head pityingly.

Pity from Sark just what she needed.

She felt her sanity slipping gently away but found each drink that followed suppressed the dull noise in her head.

"So your on leave now?" It was a casual question but she knew it was just his way of playing games with her head, reminding her he was always one step ahead.

"Yes" She sighed heavily, She had tried to reason/argue with Sloane at the debriefing but he had emphatically told her he didn't expect to see her for at least three weeks.

What the hell was she going to do with three weeks off; she couldn't stand her own company as it was.

"We could go to Prague, Call in some favors" He offered flippantly, another reminder of how well he could read her.

How he was inside her head so far she'd need a lobotomy to remove him.

"Get some closure" he smirked; by closure he meant revenge, to find out who had her father murdered and pay them back in kind. Somewhere in her sleep deprived, Whiskey marinated mind it seemed like a fantastic idea.

Hi Sorry 'bout the hold up, I'd would love to give you some fantastic reason for the delay, but truth is I have just been lost and lazy.

Soz'

RAVEN.