Disclaimer: nope, I don't own Alias.
A/N: Haha Yeah, I know I'm supposed to be dead. So are a lot of ppl. Lol.

Chapter 9- Worthless desires

---Sydney's POV---
There are many things that we crave in life; some of them are truly meaningless and are only sought in an effort to keep what is ours. Others are only meaningless because it will never happen; still additional desires seem possible to become a reality. One desire in particular, a famous one at that, came to my mind as I awoke. Freedom: the most beautiful 7 letter word that there ever was. It was also something that I couldn't have at the moment. I was still mulling this over in my mind when she walked into the room.

She came dressed in a $500 designer business suit, complete with a baby blue blouse and black heels.

Her eyes, filled with an emotion that I couldn't quite comprehend, watched mine follow her as she maneuvered into the room. Maneuvered being the perfect word, because she didn't take the direct path to me.

"Sydney," she began, crouching down to my level, "there are so many reasons for me to hate you. Not only do you have the ability to manipulate the entire world, but you look good while doing it. You have that fuckin 'undying' integrity of yours, not to mention the fact that you do so well on all of your missions. I bet you would still look great if someone ever knocked you up. You stole the man I love away from me. You make him… God!" she groaned in frustration.

"I'm pretty sure that I don't make him God." I pointed out.

"That's cute, she has a sense of humor." She glared at me.

I didn't know what to say so I simply remained quiet.

"All of my problems would disappear if you would too. Leave him alone." She pulled out a freshly polished semi-auto.

The first thing that popped into my head was to give her the old 'think about what you're doing speech' before I realized that saying that would get me nowhere with her.

I watched her prepare before and after the shot went off. Life passed in slow motion then, just as it had all the times before. The simple fact that I had been in this situation many times before did nothing to alleviate that fear in the back of my mind. Perhaps it is necessary for it to be there, for survival reasons.

My body recoiled as the bullet pierced my skin. Blood could be seen gushing out of the wound. Experience caused me hand to apply pressure to the wound. It was not long before my pants became saturated with the blood.

"This is your last chance to disappear out of my life. The next time I run into you again or the next time that you fuck up my life; I will see to it that you will be leaving in a body bag." She replaced her weapon and walked quickly out of the room.

What did she mean? Did that really happen? I didn't hesitate to act. Immediately, I hurled my shoe a few feet in front of me and wound up with promising results. I managed to jump to that spot by favoring my stronger leg. I repeated this action several times before I made it out the door. Once outside, I ripped the bottom half of my shirt and wrapped the piece of cloth around my thigh, where the gunshot wound was located. The sigh of relief that I breathed, however, was soon taken back. I had 3 different options as to which direction to go. The question was, which hallway did I go down?

---Isaac's POV---
"Sir, I think there's something you need to see." A man rushed into the room and immediately began typing away on the computer.

A video materialized onto the screen.

"What happened?" I asked staring onto the screen.

"I don't know. It was- it was supposed to work. Our- our calculations-" the man stuttered over his words.

"What's that underneath him?" I asked, examining the video.

"It- uh- it's... I have no idea." he admitted, back away from me.

I made no comment on this. Instead, I chose to continue staring at the scene in front of me.

"It looks like he is on display." I spoke at last. "Who is that?"

"Sir?" The man asked.

"Who is that?" I repeated, never failing to take my eyes off the screen.

"I have no idea. I could find out." I could see him inching for the door.

"Is that what I think it is?" I was now completely fascinated with the scene unfolding in front of me.

"It looks like the history of his life… is being written. How is that possible? Sir?" His breath was coming uneven now.

I couldn't blame him for on the screen was a man standing at attention on display. However, what was strange about it was that he was dead. On top of that, words seemed to be materializing out of nowhere onto a paper beneath him that told his life story.

"I don't-" I stopped in mid-sentence. The man on the tape had just stared at me.

My fingers fumbled quickly for the power. "Turn it off now! Get that out of here." In my effort to get away, I had turned over my chair.

"shit." I breathed out.

"Sir? Sir," the man was unsure of how to proceed. "What's going on? What do we do?"

---Sark's POV---
I knew that my best bet at this moment was to appear ignorant. Pretend that I don't seem them following me. A swerving car doing 70 above the speed limit was a lot easier to pick out of a crowd than a car doing the speed limit and driving properly. I switched over to the fast lane and hurried through the light so that the person following me 3 cars down and 1 car over would not be able to follow me. However, by swerving around other cars and pulling a complete jackass move, they were able to follow me… straight into traffic.

I stared at the line of at least 37 cars in my lane and wondered what to do next.

The siren sounding from behind me solved my solution. Since all the lanes were crowed with traffic, the ambulance was forced to drive in a section that had been marked off for emergencies. I followed behind them as the ambulance made its way through the traffic. That also meant that we made a right turn from the far left lane. All I had to do was stay behind the- fuck.

I made an immediate u-turn to go in the opposite direction moment before the ford did as well. A hard right had me driving through a mall parking lot.

"Sir, sir!" An elderly security guard spoke through his bullhorn as he drove behind me. "Sir, you need to slow down."

I did a donut in the parking lot before I turned off into a private neighborhood. I had to swerve to dodge the tree branches that the city had failed to pick up after the hurricane. They were closing in on me. I sped up, now going 115 in a 25 mph neighborhood. I had to turn around in something resembling a turnabout. The back of my car skidded to the right as I completed the turn and resumed my speed. I cut through a vacant lot and avoided the kids playing at a birthday party. I stepped on my brakes when I spotted couple making out on top of their car. I skidded to a long stop before I reversed up to them.

"I'll trade you." I called out from the window.

The guy pushed the girl off form his lap and compared the cars.

"Okay." He smiled, grabbing something from his car.

I grabbed the keys from him after pulling the girl off of the car and speeding away.

As I was driving away I was surprised at the level of the music form the guy who was "bringing sexy back." I expertly maneuvered the car while switching to a station that was easier on the ears.

I pulled into a car wash and allowed them to wash the car while I waited inside the actual car. What felt like a lifetime later, they were finally done. By that time I actually had formulated a plan and headed for the tunnel.

I stopped at a drain and pulled it open. Afterwards, I withdrew my gun and stole a car to drive away.

It wasn't a fear of getting caught that pushed me to carry on. Rather, it was my desire to see her again that drove me to this. Why did I feel this way? Hell if I knew.

A/N: I know it may make less sense now, but hindsight will tell you later on that things have begun to reveal themselves. I will try to update again asap.