A/N: This is my first Alias fic, and I'm really excited! I got this idea in the most random way. See, in school no on writes me notes, so my friend Grace and I decided we would write notes to each other. The problem: we don't have any deep dark secrets to talk about. The brilliant idea: we make up a secret. So, I started up this little secret of ours and added Vaughn in their for good fun. Let's see where this takes me...

Disclaimer: It all goes to JJ Abrams. He's the real brilliant one.

Chapter 1 The Other Side of the Glass

Sydney sighed to herself as the plane was landing back in L.A. She had just succeeded in her latest mission to Munich, and was one step closer to bringing down SD-6. How many more steps? she sighed to herself.

She stepped off the plane, got her baggage, and went home for some long awaited sleep. A sleep that she needed so badly that she didn't bother to greet Will or Francie to let them know she got back safe. She had thought almost non stop on the way home of what her mother had told her before this Munich mission...

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Syd, something doesn't feel right, Irina stared intently at Sydney, who blankly stared back at her in confusion. I don't know what it is. Maybe, something about Munich.

Are you asking me not to go!?! Sydney replied, surprised at her sudden outburst. You know very well that I am going to complete this mission with flying colors. And with that, she turned and left.
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All through the mission, though, she couldn't help but think of her mother's feeling. Nothing went wrong during the mission; almost too perfectly. She couldn't help but ponder its meaning on the flight home, too. This was the reason why she was so tired. Too much thinking. The thinking lead to a headache which lead to exhaustion. And as soon as Syd's head hit the pillow she was out until morning.



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Sydney's eyes shot open, as she heard the telephone ringing. She glanced over at the clock. 7:30 AM, it read.

Who in their right mind would call so early? she groaned quietly to herself. She turned her body over and tried to get back to sleep. Just when she closed her eyes, a knocking came at her door.

It was Francie. Did I wake you up? Sorry hun, she said apologetically. Phone's for you. It's your dad...

Sydney took in a deep breath and reached for the phone as she watched Francie leave the room. Syd got out of bed and shut her door. Hi, Dad.

Sydney you need to get down here ASAP.

She was startled by his immediate forwardness. Why, is something wrong? she paused. Dad? Hello? She stared at the phone in amazement. He hung up on me, she thought. She assumed that this had to be important or else he wouldn't have called her at home.

Quickly she changed her clothes, and made her hair look presentable. Francie, I gotta go do some bank stuff, she said when she found her in the kitchen. I'm not sure when I'll be back. Maybe we can go to lunch, though.

Sure. Oh, what did your dad want? Francie asked.

Sydney thought quick. He just wanted to ask how my flight went. Yeah, I know he picks the most random times to call!


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Sydney entered the CIA building and went straight to find her Dad. She had a strong feeling that he wasn't at SD-6. She smiled as she saw Weiss.

Hey do you know where my Dad is?

Weiss's body tensed. He's with Irina Derevko.

Syd closed her eyes for a moment. She turned and briskly walked toward the wing of the building where her mother was. She showed the guard her ID card and waited for the bars to open. She saw her Dad, Kendall, and Devlin all standing outside her cell.



Jack looked up, pale faced. Sydney, it's Irina. Come look.

Sydney walked slowly, and warily peered inside. There, on the other side of the glass, was Irina. She was passed out on the floor, barely breathing. There was a team of armed paramedics inside with her.

She's going to have to be transported at once, one of the paramedics said.

Transported to where? The color was returning to Jack's face.

A hospital. We're not sure what's happening to her, so we need to run some tests.

Jack's voice was growing louder. Can't you do them here!?!

No, sir. The paramedics prepared everything for a transfer, and Jack, Devlin, and Kendall left. Sydney stayed behind, and her eyes wandered her mother one more time. Her skin was white, and she wasn't moving, though her eyes were open, and fixated directly in front of her. Her pupils didn't react.

Sydney decided she better leave. She wanted to know what happened.


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Sydney found Jack by his desk. He turned around and saw his worried daughter. What happened to her?

Jack sighed. You may not know this, but before each of your missions I go to Irina and see if she has any information that you may need. Syd nodded. I went in to see her, and when I got there she looked awfully pale. She told me something didn't feel right, and then, she collapsed. he waited for her reaction, but Sydney didn't give him much of one.

she simply said. She sat down at his desk chair while she collected her thoughts. Wait, Dad. Just before I left she told me something didn't feel right.

So, you think that she was feeling strange for days?

She paused for a moment. Maybe. She thought it was about my mission. Apparently this was about her.

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After a few hours of sitting around at the CIA with not much to do, Jack sent Sydney to the hospital to see if Irina's test results had been given. She didn't need an alias at this hospital; it was run through the CIA so she could be herself. For once, she thought.

She walked up to the receptionist. Are Irina Derevko's test results ready?

The receptionist smiled kindly. Yes. Please, follow me. She stood up and lead Sydney down a long, brightly lit hallway, until they reached the last room on the left. Sydney glanced through the window. She saw her mother once again, on the other side of the glass, looking lost in her bad. Her skin was nearly as white as the sheets, and she hadn't regained consciousness. The doctor's found her case quite unusual, said the receptionist, while picking up her chart. They had to contact other doctors worldwide, but they think they got it.

Got what? Sydney said. An antidote?

No, no. They are almost certain they know what is happening in her body. It's a very rare disease, but there is an antidote...

Sydney saw the worry on her face.

The receptionist looked down to the ground. The only place we know it exists is held on a remote island in the Pacific, she bit her lip, by an enemy of the CIA.

Syd thought for a moment. I'll get it. I can find it. Sydney ran back through the bright hallway, through the hospital, and back to find her father.

Moments later, she finally found him. Jack looked her way. Sydney paused to catch her breath, but told him of all that the receptionist had said. Please, tell me you'll come with me, Sydney pleaded.

Jack sighed. he searched through his mind for the perfect words. I can't. I couldn't. Sydney furrowed her brow in confusion, and waited for him to explain. As much as I find Irina Derevko my enemy, whenever I see her lying like that, I see... he sighed once more. Laura Bristow. The woman I loved. I... I just can't leave her like this.

Strangely enough, Sydney understood. She understood that her father hadn't fallen out of love with Laura Bristow, and he sometimes saw her in Irina. Ok, Dad.

I think you should go on this mission, if you fell that it's right. I can get you time off from
SD-6, so that wouldn't be a problem. But, I wouldn't feel right if you did this by yourself. Sydney smiled at his concern for her. Jack looked at his watch. I have to go talk to Sloane. I'll ask him for some vacation time, Jack finished.

Jack left, and Sydney sat down in his chair, swiveling around in it unsure of what to do. Then it came to her, and she stood up and walked slowly, but surely, to a place she had to go.

She opened a door, and peered inside. Vaughn, I need your help.



Ok, I yeah, I know it's a little different but it will get better. Yes, it's eventually going to be a Syd/Vaughn fic. PLEASE REVIEW!! Tell me what you think, or even what you want to see in the future.
~Whitelighter Enchantress