Author's Note: The end is nigh! Mwa ha ha ha ha…okay, here goes.

Weiss was already waiting for us by the time we arrived at the hotel room. He looked up from the table and waved us inside. Vaughn (I cant call him Michael in front of Weiss, so it'd just be easier if I thought of him as Vaughn when I'm with Weiss) pulled off his jacket and threw it on what I surmised was his bed. Weiss proffered chairs to us, which we accepted. I looked at the tabletop. Several manila folders, a phone, a pager and…a yo-yo? What the? I frowned at Vaughn, nodding towards it. He just shrugged it off, giving me an 'another time' look. Weiss, having ignored this little interchange, reached over and opened one of the manila folders and cleared his throat.

"Okay, the good news is that this time we did get the right papers- good job," he started. Vaughn and I grinned at each other in congratulations. Then I realised something.

"You said good news. That implies that there's also some bad news," I said, looking at Weiss questioningly. Weiss sighed, then turned the papers to face Vaughn and I.

"If you'll look here," he said, gesturing with a ballpoint pen, "you'll notice that the meeting is two days from now. We're being recalled back to L.A. Sydney, your father will be ringing you with further information about how you're getting back. As for us, Vaughn, we're outta here first thing tomorrow morning."

Well, there go any plans of further sightseeing. Great. I was giving up touring Italy so I could go back to work. Fun fun fun. I glanced at my watch. 9:30pm. I looked back up at Vaughn and Weiss. Weiss was playing around with the yo-yo. I shook my head; Vaughn'll explain that later. Vaughn was staring at the manila folders with a fierce concentration, his face crinkled into a frown. They were both sitting, silent, but their body language was screaming. They wanted to talk in private- it was hardly subtle.

"If you guys are leaving first thing, then I should probably go so you can pack and stuff," I offered. Vaughn shot me a grateful look and nodded. I stood up, pulled my keys out of my pocket and headed for the connecting door. When I reached it, I turned to Vaughn.

"See you in L.A." I said, then entered my room.

*

I pulled off my shoes and threw them haphazardly across the room, where they landed with a thump. Then I turned to the phone, willing my father to ring so I could get some sleep. I was utterly exhausted. The phone refused to do my bidding, so I changed into my pyjamas. It decided to ring at the most appropriate time- when I was half-dressed and on the other side of the room. I stumbled over to it, tripping over the loose clothes and answered it with a breathless "Hello?"

"Sydney? It's your father," came my father's familiar voice. I settled myself on the bed.

"Yeah Dad?"

"Weiss has already briefed you?"

"Yeah, he told us."

"Good. Well, we need you back here. I need you to pretend that the funeral was too stressing for you after the death of Danny and you had to come back. Can you do that?"

"Yeah, sure. When do I come back?"

"You're booked on a flight for mid-morning tomorrow. I'll try to meet you at the airport, give you some more details then."

"Okay. Bye Dad."

"Bye Sydney."

I hung up the phone and turned to face my bed. Sleep. Good stuff.

*

The clock outside my window chimed loudly, announcing to the whole world that it was indeed 4:30 am. Great. People are not meant to be awake at this time- it's just wrong. I rolled over onto my stomach, grumbling at the unfairness of it all. All I wanted was a few hours of sleep, and that bloody clock just had to ruin it all for me. I threw my arm out onto the other pillow. And found something. I froze, then sat up. An envelope was sitting on the other pillow. I picked it up, confused. Sydney it said in writing I'd recognise almost as quickly as my own. Michael. I flipped the envelope over and tore it open.

To Sydney, I read.

I have tried to write this to you so many times (this is about the 9th draft) and nothing I say sounds right. So I'm just going to write what I feel and hope it makes sense.

I just wanted to tell you… that I didn't mean what I said in the car. In case you hadn't noticed, our microphones were still on, so Weiss would've heard anything we said. I know, that's no excuse for hurting you like that, and for that you have my deepest apologies. Forgive me Sydney. Forgive me for hurting you and…forgive me for loving you.

There. I said it. I love Sydney Bristow. And everyone knows it…everyone but you, which is most unfair as, out of anyone, you deserve to know. So now I'm telling you. I can only hope you feel the same way.

I had a great time with you yesterday, and my only regret is that our dinner was cut short. I had planned to tell you this then, but unfortunately nothing ever goes as planned. So, next time we can, we'll do it again, with the whole dinner this time. Except maybe we could skip the Ferris wheel, I don't know if I could handle it twice. I told you I always wanted to see Juliet's house- that's still true. But I would also like to, one day, visit your house. You are my Juliet.

Until we can be together,

Michael.

I stared at the letter, re-reading it over and over again. The last words stuck in my mind, replaying over and over. Until we can be together. There was only one thing stopping us. I, Sydney Bristow, have just renewed my main purpose in life. SD-6 is going down.

FINAL Author's Note: Well, that's it folks. All done. What'd you think? Should I write anything else? Suggestions are always good. I feel that, for a final author's note, this is a little short, but I think I've said anything I wanted to say. So that's it for me.