A/N – I gave into the temptation of writing a post-season finale fic. Read, review and I do know that this story sucks. If you want to tell me otherwise, go right ahead.

Jack's POV

                I watched Sark's man push Will in front of the car. As they drove away he moved closer to me… to close. He hugged me. I looked forward in shock. He sobbed a thank you to me and I put an uncomfortable hand on his back…

                Ten Minutes Later:

                "Where are we going?" Will muttered as I climbed into the car. He was slowly and painfully getting on my nerves. God, he hugged me. The guy actually hugged me.

                "I haven't heard from Sydney… we're going to her." I turned the key and sped out of there. "She and Agent Vaughn should be in there right now. They should get out right after we get there." I added to him.

                "Agent Vaughn?" He coughed. I decided not to answer that.

                I just hoped both of them were alright.

                The car just wouldn't go fast enough.

Vaughn's POV

                Focus. I thought to myself. Her eyes. Focus on them… not the water behind you.

                But I couldn't help it. I turned my head halfway and gulped as I watched the water make its way toward me. I had almost turned back completely when it hit me full force. My face connected with the door, and I felt a cut forming on my forehead.

                I looked back at Sydney, swimming and trying to hold on. Go. I mouthed to her. I kept saying it, momentarily opening my mouth, the water coming in.

                Sydney didn't listen. She slammed a fire extinguisher against the door, but it didn't budge or even.
                I felt the water pull me back and I struggled to hold onto something, but I couldn't and I left the door. Swimming, I got back to the door window, but all I saw was an empty hallway. She better have gotten out of there.

                I felt a bit of blood enter my mouth from the cut that was on my forehead. The air supply was shortening and I tried to swim away from the door, to wherever there might be another one.

                I needed another chance… I needed to do everything that I should have before I got in this mess. I should have taken my niece Kali to that hockey game. I should've told my mom about dad's killer… and how I was head over heals in love with his daughter. I should've told Sydney.

                I was out of luck… and out of air.

                'Who are you?' I ask the person in front of me. I've never seen him before.

                'You don't know me?' The English accent was deep and crisp. I get a flash of one of my friends from high school. His own accent was English and he spoke clearly.

                'No. I don't.' I answer back, scared of who he might be.

                'You've heard about me though.' He smiled and walked forward a little, deciding whether to circle me, like cops trying to get answers, or not.

                'If I don't know who you are, how do I know if I've heard of you?' I asked trying to recognize this person from any description that I've ever heard. My face curves into a realization when I get a flash of Danny in a bathtub, covered in blood… just the way Sydney had described.

                'Danny.'

Jack's POV

                I argued. "You are staying here." I ordered to Will.

                But he got up and out of the car, stumbling every few feet, but actually making it.

                "Sit back down." He obeyed and sat on the seat of the car. "I'll be back." I jogged out of there, making sure he stayed where he was.

                I could hear a few guards saying something about 'water', 'gotta drain it', 'filled the whole God damned place'. I followed them to a door and practically gasped at the sight through the small window. The whole hallway was filled with water.

                "It's been barely two minutes. It just finished filling up." I translated one of them. Suddenly I dropped my cell phone from my pocket, making them turn their heads to me. Then I took a minute to knock the two guards to the ground.

                I made my way to the door, there was a small, wet, blood stain a few feet from it. Looking back at the small window on the door, I saw something go past it. "What the…" I pulled my gun from my pocket and pointed it at the window.

                It took three bullets to finally get through. Water poured into the hallway and I made my way away from it, ducking into a small room to the side. When the water stopped, it was up to my knees. I waded past it and up to the door. I shot it a few times and then tried to open it. It finally budged and that's when I saw Agent Vaughn, face up on the water.

                I bent and felt to see if he was breathing… nothing. I felt his pulse. It was small, but there. I needed to get him out of there.

                Picking him up, dragging him pretty much, I pushed though the water quickly. Stumbling with the weight a bit, I finally make it out the door and down the hall. I drop him carefully on the ground and lean over him. He's not breathing. Quickly I do the CPR stuff that I was required to learn. The second my hand touches his chest he starts to cough.

Vaughn's POV

                'Danny.' I whispered the answer softly. Thinking about Sydney the whole time.

                'Yep.' His accent accelerated with his enthusiasm. He bowed his head an inch and then looked me straight in the eye. 'You look wet.' He smiled again.

                I smiled, I couldn't help the action. 'That's what happens when you get hit full force with a wave of water.' My smile widened and I have no clue why.

                'Are you dead?' Danny asked the question with amusement in his voice. Like death is a whole big joke. Of course, to a dead person it might be.

                'You tell me… I might be.' I looked around. I can't describe the view that I got… the only thing was that it was gorgeous. I frowned.

                'You're not…' He whispered and turned around. Started walking away too.

                'Hey!' I yelled and ran forward. 'You gonna tell me what the hell you mean?'

                'You know what I mean! You have to do something for me though…' He told me. I nodded, waiting for him to tell me. He spun around, but kept walking backward. 'Tell her!'

                'Tell who what?' I shouted and he spun around and walked away.

                'You know…' He yelled back and disappeared.

                I made a move toward him, but I coughed and my chest heaved.

                 "What the hell happened?" I looked up and jumped a bit when I saw Jack staring down at me.

                I coughed again; it felt good to cough… it felt good to do anything. "Sydney… destroyed… Burst… water… I… trapped… weird dream." I got out the little words describing what happened.

                "Where is Sydney?" Jack helped me to stand up, leaving his arm under mine.

                "Don't know." I sputtered. Drops of water were running down my face and my jacket stuck to me.

                "What was the last time you saw her?" He was back to the serious Jack that we all know and… love.

                "She was banging the door with a fire extinguisher." I told him quickly, coughing and sputtering. How'd he get here? I wanted to ask so many questions, but I kept my mouth shut.

                "Come on." He pulled me along, looking out for guards and people on the way. "We'll get you to the car, and then find Sydney."

                I just nodded. I didn't have strength for anything else. Two times Jack had to stop and knock out the guards.

                When we got to the car I let go of Jack and stumbled to the passenger door. Jack got in and I glanced to the back seat. Will was lying there looking as if he was hit by a truck. I gave him a small 'hi', but all he did was grunt.

                I leaned my head back on the seat and shut my eyes.

                My feet were frozen. Even as Sydney ran towards me and the water plunged after her, I couldn't move. When she pushed me to leave I knew that something was going to happen. And as I ran after her I watched the door close slowly and Sydney slide out. I could see the tips of her fingers, trying to keep it open. But she couldn't and let go. I banged into the door and looked up. Her face showed pure terror for me… pure fear for me... a thought raced through my head. 'I'm going to die.'

                My eyes snapped open. We were on a parkway… or something. I heard Will groan on the back seat and smirked. The guy probably didn't know how annoying that little sound was.

                "You have been doing that for ten minutes." I listened to the frustration in Jack's voice and I laughed. Jack looked over to me. "You're awake." He stated. Thank you Mr. Obvious.

                "Where are we going?" I looked out of the windshield. It was darker now… don't know what time.

                "The airport." Jack stated clearly and coldly. "I want you and Tippin on a flight to LA immediately."

                I heard Will sit up in the back seat and could tell he was thinking the same thing I was.

                "No." I coughed. "I'm not leaving without Sydney…" I listened to Will sigh (a mad, 'who the hell do you think you are' sigh) in the background. "And I don't think 'reporter' back there is going to either." I heard a small 'Mmm hmm' coming from Will and I sat up and turned so that I could see Jack clearly.

                "I don't care…" Jack started, but I wasn't going to let him frighten me this time.

                "I put my life on the line literally when I went against orders." I interrupted him. "I stayed under water for at least three minutes. I was holding on because I wanted to know that Sydney got out of this." I turned a little more so that if he looked over he would see the determination on my face. "I'm not leaving until I make sure of that."

                Jack looked over to me, glanced back at Will and pulled the car to the shoulder of the road.