A/N: Even though I didn't get a lot of reviews, I had this chapter typed out anyway, 'cause I didn't wanna disappoint those who did review. A word of warning though, I didn't get it betaed though (because I'm way too lazy), so you'll just have to tolerate my misspellings and grammer. Hehehe.

missmeliss4251: Sorry, but I had this chapter typed out before I read your review, but I'll keep that idea in mind anyway. Thanks!

phi4858 Thank you! Thank you! You're the first person to review my story and I thank you very much for that. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside...:)

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"Hello Jack," Anna Sark greeted Jack Bristow warmly on the porch of his house while her son looked eagerly aroung his mother's legs, hoping to spot Sydney. "I hope he won't be too much of a bother for you."

"It's alright. He can play with Sydney," he replied before turning to Julian. "Sydney's in her room."

Taking that as an invitation, he bid his mother farewell before running up the stairs, hopping over two at one go. Approaching the pink door, he knocked and waited for the go-ahead before entering. Sydney sat on the floor in the middle of the room, surrounded by her dolls and having a tea party.

She jumped up and running forward, enveloped him in a big hug. Then she punched him.Hard.

"Ouch! What the bloody hell was that for?" He rubbed his shoulder gingerly and winced. That would probably leave a bruise. Sydney crossed her arms and jutted her chin out stubbornly, giving him a 'retaliate and you die' look.

"That was for last week, what you said about me never going to be a good leader."

She stuck her tongue out at him before ignoring him and turning her back on him, stomping back to her dolls.

"Aw, Syd, come on. I said I was sorry. How about this, I'll do anything you say to make up for that."

Sydney stopped in her tracks and Julian nearly collided into her. He suddenly noticed a strange glint in her eye. A smile that could only be classified as 'truly evil begin to take shape on her angelic features. Julian was beginning to feel afraid for his well-being.

Uh-oh

"Reeeaaaalllyy? Anything?"

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Ten minutes later, Julian Sark squirmed in the tiny chair as he fidgeted with the frilly bonnet on his head. Sydney had insisted that he join the tea party and 'conviniently' had a bonnet and an equally frill dress that fitted him nicely. To add insult to injury, she had pinned girly clips all over his blonde hair, promising that he would look 'very nice'.

Sometimes, he felt that the reason for Sydney's existence on this earth was so she could torment and torture him.

As she did the final adjustments to his outfit, Sydney leaned back to scrutinise him, eyes narrowed in thought.Unable to do anything to stop this torture since he had given his promise, Julian just had sit and watch and hope that she wouldn't do anything more.

When she had finally deemed him as 'passable', however, then the REAL torture begin.

The next hour was painfully spent having tea with 'Ms Danna', 'Mrs Whiskers', and 'Pussy the cat'. Sydney kept telling him to 'put his pinky up' when he drank and to'sip, not guzzle'.

He had enough of the torture and politely asked to be excused to go to the bathroom. Sydney, with all the air of a queen, graciously allowed him to do so.

She would regret that later when he found the weapon that Sydney had left in the bathroom the day before.

Heh heh heh. It's payback time.

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"Hey Syd?"

Sydney looked up from her conversation with 'Pussy the cat' and promptly received a shot of water right into her face. She furiously wiped her face with the back of her hand to see Julian Sark standing in the doorway, triumphantly holding a Super Soaker water gun in his hands.

"I'll kill you! Get back here!"

With that, she got up and started chasing him, her waving a fist in the air in fury while he shouted for help.