Disclaimer: I still own nothing.

Authors note: okay hope this is okay for the rating. Minor sexual content and drug references.

Prague, Czech Republic.

The weight of her impatience was crushing her; she had to get out of this suite. She had found herself just waiting staring into the night time city contemplating her crumbling resolve, she was losing herself to that dark little voice in her head.

She showered and dressed, tight designer jeans and leather corset. Somewhere in her head she tried to justify it as keeping up the appearance of being on vacation, but she wasn't fooling herself, she knew why she was going out and it was all about losing herself even if only for the rest of the night.

The club was heaving with warm, anonymous flesh, tight young bodies pressed close to one another in the company of a throbbing euro dance track. She moved as if she belonged, a habit gleaned from endless missions to every type of club in existence.

She wasn't Sydney Bristow here. She was whoever the hell she wanted to be and she wanted to be as far from Sydney as she could get. She made her way to the bar, the music already permeating her being.

"Vodka, make it large" She shouted to the barman over the pounding bass.

He placed it on the bar in front of her and took her money with a knowing look.

She'd picked out the nightclub because of its anonymity, a favorite amongst foreign visitors in the city, it was popular with young revelers from both the states and Europe making her easy LA drawl nothing unusual. She could lose herself here with ease.

The first vodka took the tension from her shoulders and neck, the second her restlessness and the third her inhibitions.

She found herself dancing closer than was decent with a tight bodied Brit who had told her his name but she hadn't deemed it worth remembering, 'but my mates call me Tucker' He'd tacked onto his introduction so she figured Tucker was good enough.

He was attractive, and more importantly had a firm muscular body.

She pushed herself closer to him brazenly, leaning forwards to get close enough for him to hear her.

"You wanna get out of here?" She asked no doubt in her mind what the answer would be as she led him towards the exit knowingly.

He was staying in a modest hotel in the old town, typical student room. She realized in the soft light of his room that he was probably a few years younger than her. It didn't matter.

"You want some, Katie" He offered her small mirror with four small white lines laid neatly on it. Sydney Bristow didn't touch drugs. "Katie" wasn't Sydney Bristow. She snorted two lines casually and handed the mirror back to him.

The cocaine hit her quickly, her pulse quickening. She watched as he snorted two lines himself then she was on him, tearing hungrily at his clothes. She needed him to help her lose herself.

She felt him react with equal hunger, her clothes soon joining his on floor. He pushed her hard against the wall, her legs automatically finding their way around his waist. An involuntary moan leaving her lips as he ground hard against her, it seemed like it had been months since her animalistic needs had been met.

Arching her back she tighten her legs around him urging him deeper.

They fucked hard and urgently, each with their own desperate need to be sated.

Later she left him sleeping as she showered, hoping she could get away before he woke.

Her hopes were dashed when he slipped into the shower with her.

"Hey" He smiled somewhat awkwardly his arms slipping around her waist.

"Hi' She replied feeling suddenly uncomfortable under his gaze. He ran a finger over a scar on her shoulder.

"You have a lot of scars" He commented casually but she could see the question in his eyes. She felt "Katie" slip away leaving Sydney there, venerable. Alone, naked and broken

"I was a tom boy when I was a kid?" the lie drifting easily from her lips. She covered his mouth with her own. She didn't want to talk.

The second time she couldn't honestly say who she had been with, she just knew it wasn't him she was thinking of as he 'made love' to her under the warm running water of the shower. Her back pushed against the cool wet tile.

She dressed and left after the shower. He reluctantly called her a taxi.

'I'm not going to see you again, am I" He said sullenly as he opened the taxi door for her.

"If your lucky, no." She smiled sadly.

She didn't look back as the cab drove away into the early morning light.

Okay I know its out of character, but that's kinda the point.

Sydney wouldn't act like that, so is there anything left of Sydney ?

And I'm sorry if you were hoping for Sarkney smut, cos it not really where this is going in my head. This is more about what makes Sark different from Syd.

Don't like it let me know. (I won't change it but I need more reviews, even if they are bad lol).

RAVEN