-1Disclaimer: Thankfully I don't own Alias (the way they destroyed the show I can't even stand it)

Takes place after Season 4 Finale and as it would turn out to be for me the series finale of Alias. It's a little choppy but so was the show and many questions get answered those that don't I'm sure it won't be a big deal.

Jack stood standing against a pillar with a cocktail in his hand at the pharmaceutical gala he infiltrated in Milan to get the cure for Nadia. He smiled politely at the idle chat of the woman who had came up to talk with him but gave curt responses to her comments. He didn't have to go on the mission. He probably shouldn't have. As the new director of APO he was expected to remain at the office but it wasn't even a week after Sovogda and he knew Sydney needed time at home and he would trust no one else with saving Nadia. But Sydney wasn't his only reason for coming. He knew that someone else wouldn't leave Nadia's safety to a stranger either.

And there she was. Jack felt his chest tighten as he saw Irina enter the building. She was wearing a gold dress that revealed her back, her hair was pulled up and she wore that smile that made him forget everything else in the world. He watched as she signed in and began flirting with one of the company's executives. Jack felt a twinge of jealousy emerge and an urge to punch the man who had his hand resting on Irina's arm. As Jack boiled with frustration Irina turned in to his direction and caught his eye. She laughed shaking her head as she excused herself.

"What are you doing here…..Brian?" Irina asked strutting over to Jack and reading his tag. "You really don't look like a Brian," she whispered seductively.

"I imagine I'm here for the same reason you are….Felicity," Jack replied raising an eyebrow knowingly.

"Is he here yet?"

"No," Jack said looking around and shaking his head slightly.

"Good."

"Good?" Jack asked confused.

"We can be together a bit longer." Irina said with a sparkle in her eye.

"You look good," Jack complimented.

"Thank you. So do you. Except -" Irina said adjusting his tie and brushing the invisible specks from his suit. "There you go. Much better."

"People are staring," Jack whispered as he looked around at people watching them. He couldn't blame them. Irina looked radiant and she always stood out in a room. When they were younger he relished in it. He loved that everyone noticed her and watched him enviously - as she belonged to him. And he had always felt so fortunate that such an amazing woman wanted him. He still couldn't help but feel that way at times. But tonight they had a job to do and standing out didn't help.

"Do you want to dance?" Irina asked ignoring his comment.

"Do you really think that's a good idea?"

"Why not?" Irina asked with a shrug leading him over to the dance floor.

Irina fell closely in to Jack's arms and Jack felt over come with guilt as he felt Irina's ivory skin beneath his fingers and inhaled the sweet scent of jasmine. He remembered the last time they had danced or that he felt it was her he was dancing with. He couldn't understand how he hadn't known the difference. How he had made such a mistake before. Holding Irina in his arms everything felt right, they fit together perfectly. She completed him and he knew it whether or not he had always been able to admit it.

Irina had longed to be in his arms during her months of captivity and now it felt perfect. She hated knowing that she would have to leave again. She hated leaving - it was easier now that she knew he understood and would be there but she didn't want to leave. She didn't want to leave him or her girls but she had made her choices and had to accept the consequences.

Irina held on to her final moments with Jack as the song came to an end but their time ended prematurely as Irina spotted their target.

"He's here."