Vow
Chapter. 1
By : Dru

Disclaimer : I own nothing you've heard or seen on Alias. But if there's something new, there's a possibility that I thought it up or Ivana maybe. lol. Anyways, I'm not claiming I own anything I don't. So, please don't sue me.

A/N : This the sequel to my fic called The Note. This happens a few days after the ses. 5 ep. 'Bob'. Read, Enjoy and push that purple button at the end of the page. ;)

Rachel was still slightly annoyed at the fact that the guy she met in Brazil, this really fun guy that could make her really smile, was an international freelance mercenary. And obviously has some major history with Sydney. It was highly unlikely that he'd tell Syd what she had told him at the bar, but still, you never know.

She was still staying with Sydney, but she was going to look at some more places the next day. She had told Sydney that and she had offered to come with her, and Rach had considered saying yes, but then decided to just go alone and Sydney seemed to understand that. Rach had also told Sydney that she would be home late today, but she had been feeling a bit under the weather and decided to come home earlier.

She put her things in the room she was staying in, I think Sydney had said something about her half-sister having lived there before her coma. Rach felt a bit bad about taking the room, but she didn't want to stay on the couch or something like that. She wanted some privacy.

After changing into something more comfortable than a pantssuit she went out into the living room, and was on her way to the kitchen for something to eat, when she heard some indistinct talking somewhere close to her. She turned around to look and see if someone else was in the house, or at least the living room. When her eyes landed on the glass doors to the little back-yard thing Sydney had going on there, Rach was a bit shocked.

There was her handler/semi-friend and "Bob". Besides being in the wrong enviroment, they looked just like when they met him in the Bahamas. They were annoyed and a vibe of angry around them, or at least Sydney. They looked like they were arguing and Sydney had her hands on her beyond pregnant belly. Sark just stood there, his hands in his black dress slacks and looked to be very calm, trying to probably talk his way out of something.

Rach was very intrigued by this, because this was not at all what she had exspected. She still remembered all the things she had been told about him. Had his dad killed, though from what she knew the man had been a bastard at least to Sark when he was younger, Sark had worked from Sydney's currently missing mom and Sydney's current boss, Sloane when he was obssesed with the whole Rambaldi thing. What the hell was he doing here though?

They were definatly having a fight because it was still indistinct but it was louder and if it became any louder, she might even understand a word or three. She was still standing in the spot where she stopped first and it did go through her mind that she should move in case they'd turn around and notice her, but for some reason she just stood still and continued to watch the two people.

Rach looked at the tv that was on mute out of the corner of her eye and almost missed it when...Sydney slapped him. Yeah, a full on slap in the face. For a few seconds Rach thought that maybe he'd slap Sydney back, would he really do that? Slap Sydney, her being pregnant and all.

But no, he didn't do a thing. Not a thing, he maybe said two words to her before he turned away from her and started for the glass door and stepped inside the room, almost right away noticing Rach who was still stuck in the same steps as before. He only looked over what she was wearing, practically work out cloathes, and smirked at her before leaving through the front door.

Sydney walked in later and Rach had taken a seat on the couch that was right in front of the tv that was still on mute. Sydney had almost made it to her own room before Rach spoke up and said ; "So, what was that about?" And Sydney turned around and it was like she was just noticing Rach now, like she had been somewhere else in her mind.

"What do you mean?" She asked Rach, as she joined her on the couch and turned off the Tv. "Come on, after all you told me the other day and how you reacted to him in the Bahamas I thought you really hated him and maybe he you. But somehow I don't think someone you hate would be standing in your somewhat of a back-yard, getting slapped and do nothing about it. He doesn't hate you at all, does he?" Rach asked Syd, who was looking at her hands that were once again rested on her belly.

After a few minutes of silence Sydney suddenly stood up and walked towards her bedroom, closing the doors and didn't come out for a few minutes, Rach who was still sitting on the couch thought 'okay, that was totally an yes'. Later when Sydney came back out she sat down next to Rach, who had started to watch Tv, and handed her something.

Rach looked at what Sydney had placed in her palm. There were two rings. One was simple but beautiful, it was probably platinum and had one simply cut pear shaped diamond in the middle. The other one was also probably platinum, with a high polish, and 12 brilliant cut round diamonds channel set across it.

"So, are these what I think they are?" Rach asked Sydney, who took the rings back and slipped them on her ring finger. "Engagment and wedding bands? Yes." Sydney told her, as she adjusted her rings and they glittered in the sunlight shining in from the open back-yard door.

"It can't be from your fiancée, he died before you got married. Wait, did you maybe get marr..." Rach was sayin, before she came to a full stop and looked up from the rings to Sydney's anticipating face. "Sark? You're married to Mr. 'Bob Brown'?" Rach asked her, and her eyes were as big as saucers.

"Yes. And you, bitch, slept with my husband." Sydney told her, amazingly still with a smile on her face. Rachel found that a big lump had devloped in her throat. Shit, this was really not something she exspected.

"Hey, how was I to know? I had never seen him before and it's not like anyone knows about this, right? Also your 'husband' came onto me." Rach told her, and Sydney just kept on smiling. "Only person who knew it is dead now, so I don't blame you so much. And yes, I know, he can be such an prick sometimes." Sydney told her.

"The reason you were fighting? The reason why you slapped him?" Rach asked, as she turned off the tv and stood up. Sydney also stood up and just nodded before saying ; "Yes, that's why. Really, I don't know what came over him." Sydney said, before the doorbell rang and Rach went to the door. She turned around before she opened the door and saw that Sydney was no longer where she had been when Rach went to the doors.

Rach opened the door and saw Sark standing there, looking all smug and hot with those sunglasses. It had been maybe an half an hour since he left, maybe he had already gotten over whatever they were arguing about which she guessed was something to do with her.

SLAP!

"You son of a bitch. I'm fucking living with your W.I.F.E! It just keeps getting better and better." Rach told him, hands balled into fists by her sides, as he bent down to get his sunglasses who flew of his face when he got slapped for the second time that day. "Syd, I'm going out! Guess who's here..again!" She yelled into the apartment, before grabbing her purse and walking past Sark who was still in the doorway.

She was half-past him, when he grabbed her wrist and whispered in her ear ; "Don't ever slap me again." He told her, in a calm & cold voice. Letting go of her just as she saw from the corner of her eyes Sydney walking out f her bedroom with a 'hmmm' look on her face.

"What were you two talking about?" Sydney asked him, as he walked in and closed the door after Rach walked out. He noticed that she still had her rings on her finger, maybe that's why Rachel finally snapped and slapped him. He didn't really think she was going to do anything but cast scathing remarks at him.

"Nothing special, except she called you my wife. Did you tell her?" He asked her, as they sat down on the offwhite colored couch and he grabbed her hand that had her rings and kinda rubbed the finger that had the rings. She looked at him and smiled this innocent smile. Like anything she did was completly innocent?

"Yeah, I happened to tell her. I think it was kinda hard to avoid that discussion with her being witness to our little dispute earlier. I couldn't kill her, would bring up too many questions. Heard anything from Mom?" Sydney asked him, as she fiddled with her rings on her fingers and chnaged the subject.

"No, nothing for a few months. Don't worry, I'm sure she's fine. Not like it's the first time she's done this." He told her, as he threaded his fingers through Sydney's hair.

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To Be Continued...