Disclaimer: Alias is not mine.
A/N: I have yet to decide how many chapters are left, but this story is dwindling to a close. Sorry about the late update, I haven't been home for about a week and when I returned I had to upload ALL of my stories onto a thumb drive (I may have lost the remaining chapters for one of my other stories). I also have to squeeze in work and some required summer reading.
Previously on Where You Go When You're Gone:
---Sark's POV---
"So… I didn't picture you as the motel type." She dropped back onto the bed.
"Motels don't ask a lot of questions. They're easier to get into in a hurry."
"Why didn't you use one of your contacts?" She probed.
I remained silent for a while. "Why didn't you contact the CIA?"
Silence descended upon us once again.
"That's right. You'd have to explain everything, now wouldn't you?" I retorted.
"Is that why you didn't use your contacts?"
"I'm going to sleep." I uttered, pushing her over to gain access to the bed.
---Sark's POV---
Without so much as a creak, I rose from the bed and searched through the few things that Sydney had obtained from storage. Sure enough, I found a stash of pills amongst her things. Holding it in one hand, I pulled out my cell phone and headed to the bathroom.
The person picked up in a faster time then it took me to look for his number.
"Hello?" He sounded sleepy.
"Yeah, I need a favor." I eyed the bottle of pills.
---Vanessa's POV---
"I'll be damned if I don't figure out what was behind those masks for all these years." I pealed off, with some struggle, the neck fat before moving onto the rest of his face.
"How can you even be sure it's him?"
"Because, she's his favorite. He wouldn't send anybody else to do the job. It's personal." I assured her.
I peeled back the last of his face and gaped at what I saw.
Chapter 13- Revelations
---Sydney's POV---
"Thought I'd do you the favor of returning these to you." Sark sat himself down at the picnic table. We were in the middle of a beautiful park. The benches and picnic tables stood disserted, intruders amongst the thriving foliage. The shade provided was a relief.
"I would thank you, but then again there is that tiny little detail… that you took it in the first place." I released the leaf that I had been playing with in my hands.
"Yeah there is that. Care to ask about what I discovered?"
"What, oh, what did you discover Mr. Columbus?" I rolled my eyes.
"The pills aren't approved by the FDA." He pointed out.
"Ok." I shrugged it off, but inside I began to question this. I didn't want to appear as if I didn't really know what I had been depending on for so long. Not when I had so vehemently insisted on the continued use of it.
"Ok? You're not gonna question what some of the side effects were? What its history is? What it was used for?"
"What is it used for?" I sat up straighter, not bothering to feign a lack of interest now.
"It's used in conjunction with another device. Its sort of… a battery."
"A... a battery?" I scoffed at this. "Why in the hell would Isaac want me to take a battery?"
"It's not an actual battery but it functions along those same lines. It's not the pill itself that's the problem; it's what the pill supplies to the other device. I'm not quite sure how it helps the dreams or if it causes the dreams because not a lot of research went into that part but the pill does increase the level of Serotonin and the endorphins.
"He wanted me to apologize for my mistakes. If I do that then I could try to get back into Isaac's good graces. If that happens then it would be possible to check their databases for anything about the pill. What about the other device?" I glanced at Sark.
"I didn't receive any Intel on it. How do you contact them?"
"I go onto a website and go through a set of procedures."
"Could you access it from any computer?" He questioned as he stood up.
"Yeah," I followed him towards the car. "I don't know how trusting they'll be this time around; I can try. We might have to bring S & E into this."
Sark unlocked the car and hopped in. "Sebastian didn't seem that willing to accept me the first time around ."
I reminded him that Sebastian still owed me a favor.
---Vanessa's POV--
I stared at the face of a familiar face. He had been my art teacher senior year.
"You know him?" the girl questioned me.
"Yeah," I nodded my head. "Mr. Maxwell."
"So… who is he? What'd he do?" The girl did nothing to hide her interest. "did he have a wife?"
The time I answered more softly. "yeah."
I gently stroked him face before sitting back on my heels. I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to allow myself to acknowledge what had happened.
"Look at this." She showed me his voice modifier. "Luke… I am your father!"
"Can you give me a few minutes alone with him… please?"
"Yeah, sure. Hell if I care." she skipped into the bathroom and promptly shut the door.
I curled up next to Matt on the bed. I whispered so that she wouldn't hear me- not that it would matter; she wouldn't eavesdrop. "I guess this is fitting. I should feel… relieved. I don't."
My voice was breaking and I suddenly felt so cold. "I feel so alone."
I lost track of the time. Sometime later she reentered the room and separated the two of us.
"How did you know him?" she was really bad at hiding her curiosity.
"I had an affair with him. Senior year and a little bit of my freshmen year in college." I admitted.
"how did you…"
"His voice was always modified a different way, his appearance constantly changed and his prints were never the same. Plus, he didn't behave the way I was used to him behaving. And.. I guess you don't really get to know someone through simple, casual, 'meaningless' sex." I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes.
---Jack's POV---
InyourEyes: Hello Jack.
Ignoranceisnotanexcuse: Hello Irina.
InyourEyes: Sark contacted me. It seems he has made a breakthrough.
Ignoranceisnotanexcuse: What'd he find?
InyourEyes: The pills she was taking, they're used to power another device. There's a mole. That's how the organization's finding out their information.
Ignoranceisnotanexcuse: Where's Sydney?
InyourEyes: Sark has her.
---Vanessa's POV---
We drove to a patch of land where we would be able to freely dig a grave.
In silence, the grave was dug. No prayer or eulogy was stated.
"You made me feel so worthless and ashamed, you asshole." I cried out. "And yet, I loved you. Goodbye."
After flattening out the earth of the actual grave, we left. A solemn feeling in the air.
---Sydney's POV---
The wind was nonexistent. The inside of the Camry was bare. The tinted windows were rolled up. Sark sat at the wheel because I was more familiar with the procedure. Curled up in the passenger seat, I had a notebook sprawled across my lap. I typed in a password and awaited the conformation.
"I've got say," Sark started up the car. "This has got to be the most interesting business meeting I have ever attended.
A/N: Questions/ Comments? Guilt and praise are the best motivators.