Vow

By : Dru

Chapter. 3

Disclaimer : See previous chapters

Lyrics : Jewel - Who Will Save Your Soul & Cat Stevens - Trouble

Words : 3433

A/U : It's been ages really since I wrote this fic. It's not finished but I have yet to post two pretty large chapters, but after that I don't know when I update. I'm kinda taking a big break from fanfiction of any kind. I'm only reading them right now. Sorry. :) Maybe I'll get back to it in like August or something.

Who will save your soul when it comes to the flowers now

Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy

Who will save your soul if you won't save your own?

"Julian?...He's dead... Danny's...he's dead. Found him...dead in the bathtub. Didn't even go home first, found his apartment in ruins. Looked so bad, bloody. Dead." This is what Julian 'Sark' Lazarey heard when he listened to the message that Sydney Bristow had left on his cell phone, while he had been out 'relaxing' after he did his job.

This was bad. Really, really bad. It was obvious to anyone that she was head over heels in love with this Daniel. And yes, he had been overly jealous of the brit. He was normal, good hearted and everything Sydney wanted. He was also a bit older than Sydney, maybe that was why everytime they met she treated him like a kid. He was only 21, but hey, she was only 27 herself.

He would only admit it to himself, but since he had been a teenager he had been infatuated with her. Sometimes he got the feeling that Irina knew, the way she talked to him about her daughter or look at him a certain way but he couldn't be a one hundred percent sure since it was impossible to read Irina Derevko one hundred percent.

Rachel was watching some TV on a Sunday morning when the doorbell rang and she had to stand up, damn it. When she opened the door, there was this dark haired and slightly husky man but still kinda cute, there.

"Yes?" She asked him, and he kept trying to look past her. That was just really rude of him. "Umh, Sydney Bristow still lives here, right?" He asked her, as he kept trying to get glimpses into the flat. "Yeah, she still lives here. I'm her roommate, Rachel Who are you?" Rachel asked him, just as there was some noises heard from Sydney's room.

"I'm Eric weiss, I'm a friend of hers or at least I was... what is all that noise about?" He asked her, as it just got louder and louder and he thought he heard two distinct voices from deeper in the flat. Sydney already had someone now? Wow, that was fast. Maybe she didn't love Mike as much as Mike loved her. Maybe it was a rebound guy.

Just as Rachel looked behind her towards where the noises were coming down, Weiss used the opportunity to push her aside and get into the apartment. He went straight to the source with Rachel hot on his heels, they get there just as the door to a room opens and shoes come flying out and Sark dodging them. He doesn't seem to notice them as he goes for the couch and throws himself on it.

"What the hell is going on in there, 'Bob'?" Rachel almost yelled, as Sark got up from the couch and noticed that they had company. The shoe throwing had stopped and there was silence for a few moments, before Sark opened his mouth and said : "Just a hormonal thing. I said something wrong and off she went. But what are you doing here, Weiss?" He asked the man who used to be Michael Vaughn's best friend.

"One, Bob? and two, what am I doing here? What the f--- are you doing here, Sark?" Weiss asked the blonde, who had gone to the kitchen and grabbed an juicy yellow apple. Rachel had just started collecting the shoes that escaped the room earlier.

"One : Lydia here just can't seem to remember my name and two : I'm here for my wife." Sark told Weiss, after Weiss shoved him up against a wall. Looked like Eric had been working out a bit, but then it had also had that element of surprise thrown in there.

"I know your name, ass hole, but you can't seem to learn mine. It's just that his alias was 'Bob' f----- 'Brown' when he practically seduced me on this mission where we first met in Brazil. I had no clue who he was, I actually though he was Bob." Rachel told Weiss, before a pretty pregnant Sydney stepped out of her room (the room where the shoes had come from) and she was looking rather down.

"Rach, can you help me pick up my shoes?" She asked Rachel, but then Rachel had already picked them all up and piled the in her arms. Weiss had got kinda sidetracked with the argument between the two blondes. But now that he thought about it something bugged him. "Wait, your wife? Did you say you were here for your wife? Are you married to this Rachel/Lydia woman?"

"No, I'm not married to her. Guess again, genius." Sark told him, while he was still pinned up against the wall by Weiss. It was starting to become very annoying to be in this particular position. "But I don't think there is anyone else here besides... Wait, are you saying your married to..." Weiss is about to say when someone pokes him in the shoulder and when he turns his head around to see who it is, it's Sydney.

"Could you perhaps stop manhandling my husband now, please?" She asked him, saccharine sweet smile on her face, and Weiss let Sark drop. Then he looked on as Syd offered a hand to Sark, and as Sark took it and she gave him a kiss on the lips before turning back to Weiss.

"Umh, Syd? Can I talk to you in private?" Weiss asked her, as Rachel came back from returning Sydney's shoes to their rightful place in Syd's closet.

"All right. Rachel, keep your mitts of my husband." Sydney told the female blonde, who put up her hands in a 'I surrender' style thing. Weiss just thought : this is one fed up place. Seriously screwed up. What happened to the Syd I knew, or maybe that was just another alias. God!

"What the hell is going on here, Syd? When did this... this thing start? Did you even wait a week after Mike's death to get married?" Weiss asked her, hurt for his dead best friend's hand who had been head over heels in love with her.

"No... He found out when Lauren was still alive. Why do you think he moved in with me?" She told Weiss, who looked at her with question marks in his eyes. Sydney sat down and when she put up a hand to run through her hair, he noticed her rings. He would have whistled, but he didn't.

"Those are some rings. Let me guess, they costed a fortune? And what do you mean he found out while Lauren was alive? Found out what? And why did he move in with you if you didn't love him and all?" Weiss told her, as she rubbed a finger over her rings that she had been wearing since Sark got there the day before.

"Weiss, it's complicated. Why are you even here? We were about to start packing. We'll be behind schedule." Syd told Weiss, as she looked around the room and Weiss noticed some cardboard boxes yet to be put together and taped up. How come he hadn't noticed that when he walked into the room before, they were practically in his face.

"Are you moving somewhere? And as for why I'm here I heard this stupid story from a old friend from APO that Sydney Bristow quit. I had to come and see that it wasn't true, just a joke or something. I mean, why would you quit? This is your life." He told her, completely forgetting the fact that Sark was in the house, she seemed to be married to the formerly mentioned wanted criminal and Vaughn had seemingly known.

"Yup. Moving to a more peaceful and child-friendly place. I can't wait! It's a beautiful place, but I've only seen some pictures though. I'm so far along that I basically just had a desk-job at work, perfect opportunity to get out of the game. Not saying I won't return later, but this assignment is finally over." She told him, as she smiled a glowing smile as she had gone into her room and started to pull out some of her clothes.

"Assignment? What do you mean?" Weiss asked her, but she didn't have a chance to answer because Sark had entered the room and told Weiss for her.

"She means that all this has been one big undercover assignment. She had possibly worked like a year for the Alliance, not knowing who they were, when her mom found her and recruited her. Sydney was more than willing to join her long lost mother. I think I fell for her when I first layed my eyes on her." Sark said, and Sydney raised one eyebrow at his last comment.

"You were fifteen. Hello, hormonal overdrive." She told her husband, and Weiss just looked between the couple. 15? He was 15? This is getting very, very complicated. They seemed to have more history between them than anyone could have even guessed.

"Wow! 15? But how old were you, Syd?" Weiss asked her, who was still looking at Sark who was looking straight back at her. It looked like they were having a staring competition and that was so immature, in Weiss opinion.

"I was 20. Well, almost 21 but don't worry it was a one way thing until Danny died. Nothing icky going on there." She told Weiss, who looked a bit alarmed and looked at the blonde male in the doorway. He was 6 years younger than Syd? Not that much in years but still, 15 and 20 (well, almost 21) that sounds kinda weird.

"So, if you're 32 now does that mean he's only 26?" Weiss asked, his eyes about to pop out of his head. He knew Sark was young, but damn.

"Actually more like 25, his birthday is still a few months away." Sydney told Weiss, smirking as she had started to fold the clothes she had earlier been taking out of the closet. Rachel had come in with a few of those not-yet-put together cardboard boxes, and Sark had been handed a roll of duct tape for taping them together.

"Still, she's this close to being a cradle robber." Sark told them, taking a break from duct taping brown cardboard boxes, and used his hands to show how close. "I was only 21 when we started our little thing here, she was 27." Sark told them, smirking his own smirk and then Sydney threw a nearby shoe at him for the second time that day or at least to Weiss's knowledge.

"God damn it, you prick! Can you never have a CIVIL conversation with anyone?" Sydney yelled at him, as Rachel pushed Weiss out of the room and closed it behind her.

"Sorry about that. He can be a bit annoying and that added onto her mood swings right now is just dangerous to be around." Rachel told him, as they heard a few other things being thrown. God, she really did have a temper. How come Vaughn never mentioned that?

"This has got to be a dream. I got a call from Marshall saying Syd quit, find Syd married and moving away with sark. How come Vaughn knew and didn't say a thing?" He asked her, who sat next to him on the comfy, white couch. She was in the same clothes as when she had seen Sark here for the first time.

"I don't know. Maybe he just loved her so much that he felt it better to share her than not have her at all. But you see, you can not rat her out. I know, I know he's a 'bad' guy and all, but don't you think it's time that Sydney gets some happiness in her life?" Rachel asked him, and he guessed it made sense. Sydney really did deserve some happiness, but come on, this was Mr. Sark!

"So, what are you getting for not telling anybody?" He asked her, because he had the feeling that she was not just doing this for Sydney's happiness but he thought that she was the kinda person who'd do that for that reason. But this was not the case, she was totally getting something in return.

"This great flat with most of the furniture. This couch for an example." Rachel told him, grinning and looking around the place. Probably not that bad a deal, but she was keeping this a secret because she'd get the apartment after they left? Somehow he thought she would have asked for more, but then she was Rachel. The newbie female-Marshal.

"If they love each other so much then why have they had two fights since I got here?" He asked her, but there were no sounds coming from the direction of Sydney's bedroom anymore. They must have stopped fighting or she ran out of things to hurl at him.

"It's a love/hate relationship. They probably love each other as much as they hate each other. And trust me, that's a lot of hate. I don't know how it works, probably never will, but it seems to work for them and that's just great for her. So leave them alone and go back to Washington. Please?" Rachel told him, and the look in her eyes was too much for him. He was a sucker for her type. "Actually if it helps, this might be your friend Mike's kid." She then told him, as he was standing up.

"What? Really? Yeah, and that just makes everything much better?" He told her, and she looked down at her hands who were resting in her lap. She did feel bad for Weiss, but she hadn't know this Michael Vaughn at all and so she wouldn't know how it felt, really.

"Take care, Weiss. Maybe we'll meet again in the future." She just told him, as he headed for the door and she still sat on the comfy, white couch in her work out clothes. She really, truly hoped that he would go back home and keep his mouth shut. She didn't like Sark, but she thought Sydney was one of the most amazing women she had ever met and Sydney needed this. Rachel was sure of that.

When a 27 year old Sydney returned to her home by cab after hours and hours of interrogations back at credit dauphine, and had Danny's car towed away while she watched it helplessly, who did she see other than that annoying blonde young prick that worked for her mom, Julian, on her doorstep. Probably waiting for her. He was wearing jeans, baseball cap, sunglasses (and this was so very wrong but damn, was that kid hot when he wore those shades he bought in France), blue shirt with a black T-shirt underneath and a dark-blue denim jacket.

"What are you doing here? I didn't really expect you to show up. Didn't know you were even in the country." She told him, as he stood up and even with his sunglasses on avoided looking directly into her eyes because he felt like she could always look right through him even when he tried to block her out.

"Well, I told your mother about that worrying message you left on my cell phone and she told me to go see how you were. I was not that far away." Which was partial truth, he had been in the country. Just a few states away like New York state. He took the earliest flight he could find. He stepped out of her way so she could unlock the front door to her house.

"I think your lying, but what the hell, come on in. You are old enough to drink, right?" She asked him, as she turned around and stood only a few inches from him. She had stopped so quickly that he hadn't really noticed it and almost collided with her back. She knew he was old enough, but he was fun to tease.

"Yes, I'm old enough to drink. I could probably drink you under the table." He told her, in an offended way and his eyes had that annoyed look in them. Syd could see them now because he had taken down his sunglasses and the blue eyes were most certainly the windows to his soul, or maybe she was the only one who could see it because there was a layer over them like a blind but she could see past them.

"Hey, I only asked. Wouldn't want to give alcohol to someone under the legal limit in this state." She told him, as she turned around smirking and walked deeper into the house after she had kicked of her shoes. How she did that, he had no idea at all.

"You know, Sydney, for such a hot woman you can be seriously annoying." He told her, as he followed her after he had taken his shoes and denim jacket off. But he didn't get a reply from her, so he walked further into the house and finally found her in the living room/sun room crying over a book she was clutching to her chest.

"Hey, Syd...What's wrong?" He asked her, as he came closer to her she looked up at him and if she hadn't been wearing waterproof mascara it'd be all over her cheeks by now.

"It's stupid. Danny's books. They're still here, he forgot them here the last time. But he's gone, and I'm really going to miss him. I just wish I hadn't told him about SD-6. I don't know what I was thinking, I didn't even tell him the real truth. I want to quit. Do you think Mom will let me quit?" She asked him, as she sat down on the couch that she had been studying on only a few days ago and she decided to tell him some semi-truth about her life.

"No, I don't think Irina will let you quit. I personally think we'll work for her until we die." He told her, as he sat down next to her and took the book from her grip, putting it on the coffee table.

"So...We're stuck together forever? We'll probably end up killing each other. You can be so annoying, Julian." She told him, as she layed her head on his shoulder and put her feet under her, closing her eyes and falling asleep after her very stressful night. He just put an arm around her shoulder, and put his head on top of hers. They stayed like that for awhile, until Sark's cell rang and he had to leave.

She sat up, stretched and then looked for her purse which had her cell phone so she could call her Mom. It picked up after the second ring and her mother answered with a "Hello?"

"Hi, Mom. It's me, Sydney. I just wanted to thank you for having Sark stop by earlier today. It really helped." Sydney told her Mom, and she called Julian 'Sark' when talking to her because that was his 'new' name. Obviously for what was in store for him required a name of an British isle.

"What? Sark came to visit you today? I thought he was in New York. Why? I didn't even talk to him for the few last days. He must have just done it on his own. Did something bad happen to you?" Her mother asked her, and Syd was slightly shocked. Oh, it was just him being all nice and stuff. He had been in New York? That was not that close by.

"Nothing, Mom. Doesn't matter. Sorry if I interrupted something." She told her, before hanging up and her eyes filled up again with tears. Why did he lie? How come her Mother hadn't known?

The bell rang and stirred her from her thoughts. Sydney thought that maybe it was Sark, back again and she liked that idea. She could ask him why he lied and he was also a very nice shoulder to cry on. He kinda smelled nice for an young, annoying prick. She opened the door and ... saw her best friend, Francie. Ah, well. Francie was also good. So the waterworks started again and she hugged Francie, crying her eyes out again.

I have seen you eyes

And I can see deaths disguise

To Be Continued...