A/N: Back again. Sorry for the long wait, but I had tons of stuff to do and didn't have enough time to write anything. Anyways, this is the last chapter. So sad, but oh well. Tell me what you think of it.
Disclamier: Naturally, I don't own Alias, or the characters, but I have manipulated them and totally messed up their characters, so that now, they don't act anything like themselves... muahahahaha!
Alright, go finish reading my very bad story... and don't forget to R&R!!! ~Morgaine of Ithil~

What have I gotten myself into??? There is no possible way I can explain this without coming off as a total idiot. Which I am, of course. The truth? Hey, why not. Besides, I don't think I can keep it a secret much longer...

Sydney was still looking at him expectantly. "Well?" she pressed.

"Uh, I-- I," Vaughn squeaked, then cleared his throat. Stop it! God, you're a CIA agent, you should know how to control your own voice. "I didn't think you would notice," he managed to say, without squeaking.

"I wouldn't notice what?" Sydney continued, trying to pry the information out of him.

"You," Vaughn replied, dodging the question, "aren't making this easy, you know."

"Yes, I'm aware of that. But what is it that I wouldn't notice?"

I am dead. This is hell. If I tell her, she'll laugh at me. If I don't tell her, I'll regret it and I'll never be able to look her in the eye again. It's not a positive situation, either way.

Vaughn walked around a bit and tried to buy some time, but unfortunately, Sydney didn't think he needed any time. She abruptly stepped in front of him and forced him to look at her. Sydney raised an eyebrow, showing that she still wanted an answer. Vaughn sighed and sat down to avoid Sydney's gaze.

"What is it, Vaughn?" Sydney demanded again, a bit more of an edge to her voice this time.

Or I could never answer her and get her so mad that she would shoot me. Yeah, that's a good idea. Then I'll never torture myself like this again. Vaughn discarded that option. It'll have to be the truth.

"Sydney," Vaughn began, still trying to buy more time, "you are the most incredible agent I've ever worked with."

"What does that have to do with anything?" she shouted, becoming really impatient with Vaughn. And angry.

Vaughn looked up at her. "I can stop now, if you want," he said. Sydney glared at him for a moment, but Vaughn could see her anger dissipate slowly. "An incredible agent, but you haven't got much patience," he muttered under his breath.

Vaughn continued. "I've known you for a while now, and I think I know everything about you. But all the time I keep discovering something new. Each time I think you're out of strength, you'll find more. And you won't give up."

Sydney looked like she was losing her patience again and was about to say something, but Vaughn kept on talking, determined now to see to see this through to the end.

"What I'm saying, Sydney, is that you have really made a huge impression on me. I'm really happy that I got to be your handler. But there are rules in the CIA--"

"I see," Sydney interrupted. "So you're trying to stick to the rules. And what rules would those be?"

Vaughn stared at the ground, hating himself for what he was about to say. "The rules that restrict relationships between a handler and his asset," he said. Suddenly something in him let go, and he found himself to be saying everything he didn't want Sydney to know. "I hate those goddamn rules! The rules that won't let me love you. The rules that torture me everyday. I can't help it, Sydney. I think about you all the time. Every time I meet you, it's... it makes the day better. It helps me forget about everything the CIA does. It helps me forget about all those people we kill, and tell ourselves that it's our job as citizens. You help me to keep my sanity. You save me every day, not just when you save me from physical danger. And I can't help it. I can't stop it. Sydney, I love you," Vaughn ended, looking up at Sydney's face, gauging her reaction.

Well, it's done now. I'm ruined. I'll probably be kicked out of the CIA and forced to work at McDonald's for the rest of my miserable life. Or maybe I should ask Sydney's mother to kill me, like she killed my dad.

Sydney sat down, an expression of shock on her face. She had half been expecting it, but hearing it shocked her nonetheless. They sat in silence for a few minutes, each thinking about what had just been said. It seemed like Sydney was never going to speak again until finally, she gathered the will to speak.

"I think that... well, maybe," she said, sounding unsure. "I love you too," Sydney said, this last statement said with utter conviction.

Vaughn almost had a heart attack. She loves me? That's not... What? Why? "Why?" he asked, repeating his thoughts, too surprised to think of anything better to say.

"I think," Sydney replied, "it's because you can see me. I mean, really see me. You always know when I'm angry or scared or happy or confused. You know me and you know how to comfort me. You're always there for me. My guardian angel," she said, smiling.

"How?" Vaughn whispered, still not forming coherent thoughts.

"Do you want to scientific formula? It's because you can see me. Do you get it? You are the only one with eyes. You are the only one who understands me. I feel like you can fix any problem I have."

Sydney loves me. I love her. Could it ever work?

"We can't," Vaughn said sorrowfully.

"I don't think we have a choice," Sydney answered.

Their eyes met and both silently agreed. They didn't have a choice. They loved each other and it would be a lot harder for them to ignore their feelings than to try to deal with them. Simultaneously, they stood up and crossed the short distance between them. Their lips met and they shared a passionate kiss, each feeling safe in the others arms. Out of breath, they pulled apart for a moment.

"No, definitely no choice," Vaughn whispered. I could live with this....

~~**END**~~

A/N: So, what do you think? Isn't it cheesy? And the characters aren't acting like themselves either. By the way, melia, I finally fixed all those SYNDEY's. Thanks for pointing it out. I'm such a ditz, I didn't even notice it. Anyway, thanks to all my reviewers. I hope you liked it. I think a lot of you expected it to be longer, and I'm sorry it wasn't, but it IS my first Alias fic.... Besides, it didn't end that badly, did it? Read and review!!!! ~MoI~
Author's Rant: ARGGG!!!! They cancelled Alias this week and put on stupid movies!!!! Evil people! We want Alias! We want Alias! Especially after that last episode. Also, DIE SARK!!! He's so annoying...