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A/N Not so many reviews as I had hoped, but thanks for reading (that's for the people who read my story but doesn't really review…) Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. :D. Oh, and there will be no Nadia. NO NADIA! This is another "universe"

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"Here is your room, Mr. and Mrs. Jameson. Your daughter's room will be right next door. The captain and the crew of the ship hope that you will have a wonderful voyage with us."

"Thank you." Donovan Jameson aka Jack Bristow replied as the attendant smiled at him and closed the door.

"So, who's going to sleep on the bed?" Serena Jameson aka Irina, asked. The bed is situated in the middle of the room, draped with the marvelous color of moss green and large enough to hold four gigantic men. She went towards the bed sat down. She rested her body on the mountain of pillows behind her.

Jack shrugged. Dixon extended their mission, saying that they need to find out what Sark and the rest are up to.

"The bed's too big. If we promise to stay on our sides, then we wouldn't have a problem invading each other's personal spaces." Jack replied then looked at her. Irina, together with their daughters, dyed her hair black. She also wore hazel brown contact lenses.

"What?" Irina asked when she found Jack staring at her.

"Nothing." Jack replied and then sat on the other side of bed, opposite from Irina. He stretched his long body on the bed and leaned on the pillows. It was soft and feels like heaven. He's feeling sleepy already.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Irina said. The door opened and in came Paris, wearing a silly smile on her face.

"Hi mom, dad. Wow, nice room." She remarked as she closed the door. She approached her parents. They look so much like a normal, married couple. But then, that's the façade they have to put up. Their cover is like the first one. A loving, happy couple married for thirty years.

"How's your room?" Irina asked.

"Nice." Paris said. She caught her appearance in the mirror and automatically touched her hair. It was black and wavy. "I think it has an adjoining door leading to your room." She said then sat at the edge of the bed.

"Where are Sydney and Vaughn?" Jack asked.

"Two rooms down here." Paris replied. "So, who's going to sleep on the floor?"

Irina raised a brow. "We both have decided to sleep on the bed, as long as we don't invade the other's personal space." She answered

"Hmm…" was Paris's only reply. She smiled at her mother and then looked at her watch. "I guess I better check for Mr. Sark and the rest of the gang." She said then stood up.

"Be careful." Jack said. His eyes were closed.

"Of course I'll be careful. See you later." Paris said and left the room.

Irina looked at Jack. He seemed oblivious that they were in the mission.

"We do have a job to do, you know."

It was so ironic. She's the criminal, whose only job is to assist the CIA agents, and she's the one who's reminding her "parole" officer that they have a job to do.

"They're not going anywhere." Jack mumbled. A few minutes later, he was asleep.

Irina stared at her ex-husband, perplexed at his behavior. She shrugged, and closed her eyes. She's also feeling tired from the last mission, even if what they did was only surveillance, dance and eat.

After a few minutes, she too, fell asleep.

-xxx-

Julian Sark is in the top deck, watching the beautiful blondes parading in front of him. He seems to be looking at them behind his dark sunglasses, but he's actually in another place, thinking of other things.

Allison joined him. She noticed Sark's silence.

"What are you thinking?" Allison asked. Sark gave an absent-minded reply.

"It's that girl, isn't it?" she said. Sark turned his head and looked at her.

"What?" he asked. He didn't understand what she asked.

"I said that girl. Paris?" she replied. Even if Sark's eyes were concealed, she could see from his body language that, that was bothering him.

"You know, ever since you found out she's alive, you've started acting like that on your free time." Allison commented.

"Acting like what?" Sark asked, his tone, a bit challenging.

"Acting like a love sick puppy."

"I am not acting like a love sick puppy!" Sark replied, a bit defensive. "Paris is my friend." He added.

"Was. Past tense, Julian." Allison pointed out.

"Whatever." Sark replied. He knows that Allison is jesting with him. He took off his sunglasses and looked directly in her eyes.

"Don't tell Lauren."

Allison smirked. "I wouldn't tell that woman anything. She's too attached to you. Like a leech."

Sark grinned with the description. He and Allison have a history together but they both agreed that it will never work out between them. That was after Sydney shot her again and escaping from the clutches of the CIA EMT's

"We'll have dinner later?" Allison asked.

"Yeah, together with Mr. Cole and Ms. Reed." Sark answered.

Allison sighed and then stood up.

"Keep your eyes off the blondes Julian, they will remind you too much of the leech."

-xxx-

"Hi, where have you three been?" Sydney asked Weiss, Marshall and Paris. She and Vaughn have checked the ship for signs of Lauren, Sark, Allison and Mackenas Cole. They saw Allison, but lost sight of her quickly.

"We got tired of exploring the ship." Paris answered in a perfect American accent. She's Sydney's sister, Vaughn's her brother-in-law and Weiss and Marshall are their newfound friends.

"Yeah. Luke treated us in the bar." Weiss answered, referring to Marshall's alias, Luke Simmons. His alias is Mark Simmons, Luke's brother.

"Uh, okay." Sydney said and smiled at them. "Paige, have you seen mom and dad?" Sydney asked Paris. Paige is Paris's alias.

"I left them inside their room. That was about… three hours ago." Paris answered after looking at her watch. "I think they're asleep. They looked pretty tired when I last saw them."

Sydney shrugged then looked at Vaughn, who also shrugged. She leaned forward and whispered something to his ear. "This mission is going nowhere."

"Yeah, I know." Vaughn whispered back.

"Hey, what are you two lovebirds whispering about? We're here too, you know." Weiss said jokingly. Vaughn looked at him and grinned.

"Uh, guys, do you want something to drink?" Marshall asked. He was telling Paris about the first milestones in his son's, Mitchell, life.

"No, were fine." Sydney and Vaughn said simultaneously.

"Wow, they're really acting like a married couple." Weiss whispered to Paris. Paris laughed.

"You should see mom and dad." Paris replied. Just as then, an attractive, lanky blonde caught her eye. She recognized him because it was Sark.

"Sark alert." Paris hissed. The agents discreetly turned to where she is facing. True enough they saw Sark talking to a blonde woman in the bar. He didn't seem to notice them.

"Paige, why not get us those drinks Luke offered?" Sydney asked Paris.

"Why me?" Paris replied.

"Because you're the nearest?" Vaughn answered. Truth be told, they want Paris to get closer to Sark because they know she's the only one whom Sark will not harm if ever he sees her.

"Fine." Paris said and hastily stood up. She stealthily went towards the bar and tried very hard to blend in the background. But she failed. Sark saw her and immediately walked towards her.

"Lila, this is my girlfriend." Sark said and ushered her near the table. Paris looked at him, confused. He pretended to nibble Paris' ear but actually whispered, "Please, play along. She's a witch."

Paris's eyes went from confusion to genuine warmth. "Hi. I'm Paige." She said without the British accent and looked at Lila interestedly. "What are you doing, honey?" She asked, turning to Sark.

"Uh, Lila's a friend." Sark said and then turned to the blonde woman. "Lila, Paige and I have to go." He said politely and lightly kissed Paris on the lips.

Sydney, Vaughn, Weiss and Marshall just watched in shock, as Paris and Sark acted like a normal, happy, loving, young couple on a vacation.

Paris and Sark smiled at Lila and kept that smile plastered on their faces until she disappeared in the crowd.

Paris's smile turned sour. "Now, what the hell was that all about?" She hissed as she turned to Sark.

"I should be asking you that. What the hell are you doing here?" Sark answered, careful not to cause a scene.

"Duh."

Sark looked at his friend. She dyed her hair black but its still seems soft to touch. He reached out and gently tugged her hair. "Your hair is black."

Paris was going to retort something when Sark continued. "I like it."

She just looked at him and rolled her eyes. "I have to go." Paris said and started to walk away from him.

Paris walked past Sydney, Vaughn, Marshall and Weiss and went directly to her room. Anger, embarrassment and guilt circled her head. She's angry that Sark's here. She's embarrassed because Sark kissed her and guilty because she was very rude to him.

"I am so confused!"