A/N: I'm gonna assume that Sydney was born in 1975 and Sark in 1974 (remember, he's a year older than her in this fic). So I'm going to fast-forward this story to 1990, where Syd is 15 and Sark is 16. Just wanted to say that in case you guys are confused. Thanks to those who reviewed, especially phi4858. I don't know why, I suddenly had this chapter in my head and I felt like typing it out before I forgot about it. Oh well, you guys will be happier anyway. Enjoy!

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1990

"Julian Sark!"

Said boy gave a small grunt as he turned over and buried his face in the warmth of his pillow. "It's too early," he mumbled.

Irritated, the caller bent down, putting her lips as close as she could to his ear. She allowed a moment's silence to pass before…

"JULIAN SARK, YOU GET OUT OF BED RIGHT NOW!"

This time, instead of grunting all anything, he fell right out of bed in an entanglement of pillows and blankets, right at the feet of Sydney Bristow, much to her amusement.

"Hello," she said, grinning down at him, "A little jumpy today, aren't we?"

He pushed aside the pillows and blankets and got up with what was left of his dignity.

"I'll have you know that I'm just being on the alert, as always. Unlike someone. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to sleep, though I doubt I'll be able to, my ears are still ringing from what you did to them. They'll be traumatized forever." He rubbed his ears for emphasis.

She smirks, one of the habits she seemed to have gotten from him. "On the alert? Ha! Not likely!" She smiles innocently at him before continuing. "Anyway, you promised me that you'll go with me to the funfair today, remember?" When no respond came, she narrowed her eyes at him. Julian tried to have his face remain as blank as possible. It probably wouldn't work, of course, for he always felt that Sydney could see right through him.

The theory was proven right when she pronounced accusingly, "I knew it! You've forgotten! How could you!" She threw up hands and started gesturing wildly, taking stabs in the air as she paced the room practically shouting about how he could have forgotten and something along those lines.

Sensing an escape, he begin to quietly sneak out of the room when her back was turned, hoping she would be too busy to spot him-

"AND WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING!"

Remarkable, she could be so much like his mother when she was angry sometimes. He thought he had better pacify her before she started one of the infamous Bristow tantrums.

"Now Syd, calm down. It doesn't matter if I forgot, I'm still going with you to the fair, aren't I?" She glared at him before she snapped, "Fine! I want you changed and ready to go in five minutes. If not…" She left the threat in the air as she walked out, cracking her knuckles. Probably thinking about what she'd do to torture him if he didn't do as she said.

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"Ooh, look Julian! I wanna go on the roller coaster! Or maybe," she mused, "I'll go on the ferris wheel first."

He tugged on one of her thick braids, laughing at her.

"Whoa, slow down tiger. What are you, five? We'll go on everything. But first, I want to go over to the dartboard."

He pulled her over to the booth, and motioned to the man that both of them were playing. Julian handed the money over. As they received their darts, Sydney looked over solemnly at Julian.

"I'm gonna kick your ass, Mr Sark,"

Judging by the degree of her raised eyebrow, his laugh was a little too loud and he quickly backed down. He didn't want to be on the receiving end of yet another Bristow tantrum.

Five minutes later, Julian had to admit that Sydney was right: she was kicking his ass. He knew that her aim was good, from the amount of times he had been hit by the things that she had thrown at him, but he didn't think she was that good. He knew it was time to throw in the towel.

"I give up," he announced.

"Why? Scared?" she taunted, "After all, you're the one who wanted to play this."

He ignored her even though he knew his dignity was taking a beating again. Sydney smiled widely. This was way too easy.

"Awww…poor little Julian can't bear to be beaten by a girl..."

Wait, was that what she thought it was?

"Ah ha! You're pouting!" It was true, his lower lip was sticking out the tiniest bit. "Poor Jules. Come, let Big Sister Syd but you a cotton candy." Julian grudgingly allowed himself to be dragged over to the cotton candy man. He wasn't surprised, however, when he ended up paying for it.

Just for the sake of it, he glared at her to show he was angry. She said defensively, "Hey! How would I know that I'd forgotten to bring my wallet? It's not my fault!"

He patted the top of her head condescendingly. "I know," he comforted, "It isn't your fault that that brain of yours can't remember anything. It's okay. It'll most likely grow to one of normal length in few months time." Then he ran off as fast as his legs could, before what he said registered in Sydney's mind.