Author: Kim Phan

E-mail: hibiscus_sweetie@hotmail.com

Rating: PG for now, maybe PG-13 later

Disclaimer: Look all I own is my journal which I barely even write in. I don't Alias, its characters, and/or anything else. Don't sue! Please I don't think I'll even have money for college.

Archive: Don't have one at the moment, but if you want it, take it. Just credit me and an e-mail would be nice. :)

Feedback: Please, pretty please?? Be easy on me though. It's my first ever fan fic.

Summary: This takes place 10 years after SD-6 is gone and Sydney has quit the CIA. She is not with Vaughn and has moved back to L.A. after being in New York for the past 7 years. She is not alone though, and by chance the two people she hoped would never meet, somehow find each other. Not what you think! Total S/V fic!

Author's Note: Sadly this fic is coming to an end. Don't worry, there's still the Vaughn POV to read if you're up to it. I know it sort of ended weak and sappy. lol. My next fic will be filled with lots of angst for you guys though. So anyways, enjoy and review please!

Epilogue

"Mom, your grandchildren want the hear the wedding story again," Sarah Francie Vaughn told her mom with a smile as she entered the kitchen. Sydney shook her head as she sliced the strawberries. Everyone was over for the monthly get together they always had. Every month is was at someone's house. This month it was at her house.

"Those kids just never seem to get sick of hearing that story, do they?" Sydney asked as she looked up at her daughter.

"Nope, I guess not," Sarah replied.

"Alright, go tell Dad to tell them the story," Sydney said as she washed her hands in the sink.

"Tell who what story?" Vaughn asked as he gave Sydney a kiss on the cheek.

"The kids want to hear the story of our wedding," Sydney replied as she took the strawberry cheesecake out of the refrigerator.

"Again? I don't know why they like it so much," Vaughn said with a laugh.

"Oh come on. Even you have to admit our wedding was surreal," Sydney replied as she started to cut the cake into slices.

"I guess you're right. Let's go," Vaughn replied as he grabbed her hand.

"You go ahead. I have to put the strawberries on the cheesecake," Sydney replied. As Vaughn and Sarah walked back into the living room, Sydney started remembering about last 27 years. That's how old Sarah is. She was conceived on the night they got engaged. Sydney remembered the look on Joey's face when they took her home. It was one of tenderness and jealousy all rolled into one. Joey was married now. They've been together for ten years. He met Kylie, ironically at Beauté Classique. She was a waitress there during college. Sarah was married too. She had married young at only 22. Vaughn had a hard time letting her go. Sarah's husband had been very brave to try to marry Sarah considering Vaughn had scared away many guys twice Brandon's size. Both of Sydney's children had children of their own. Joey had two little girls: Lorena, 5 and Grace, 8. Sarah had a little boy: Jack who was 3. She felt so old now that she had grandchildren and her own children were all grown up. Sydney was old though, she was already 65 and Vaughn was 67. It was hard to image them coming so far from the agent and handler relationship they once had. She pulled out of her thoughts realizing that Vaughn was probably waiting for her so he could start the story. Sydney walked into the living room seeing Lorena and Grace sitting at their grandfather's feet when Jack sat in his lap. Joey, Kylie, Sarah, and Brandon were gathered on one couch while Francie, Will, and her father were gathered on another.

Vaughn noticed her as soon as she entered the room and began the story. She stood at the doorway half-listening, half-reminiscing.

"Where's the photographer? He was supposed to be here 20 minutes a go!" Sydney panicked.

"Calm down, Syd. Everything's going to be okay. He just go here. I saw him setting up his equipment a couple of minutes a go," Francie tried to tell her friend.

"Everything has to be perfect, Francie. Nothing can go wrong. This is my wedding day!" Sydney cried.

"Sydney, you can't control everything. Mistakes happen, life happens. You just go with the flow and take things as they are," Francie reasoned. Sydney sighed as she put the veil on her head. Everything has been short of chaotic today. It didn't help that she hasn't seen Vaughn at all. Sydney knew it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride right before the wedding, but it didn't help her nerves any when he wasn't there to comfort her.

"Can you go outside and see where Mike is? I'm just curious," Sydney asked. Francie smiled. Her friend could barely stand to be away from her future husband for a couple minutes, let alone hours.

"Sure, sweetie. I'll be right back," Francie replied. She walked outside the white tent, her feet sinking into the warm sand. Francie spotted Vaughn a couple of feet away talking to an old lady. His forehead had wrinkle lines in it and his eyes displayed his irritation. He was already dressed in his black tux and matching bowtie.

"Aunt Trish, it's a beach. Everyone walks barefoot," Vaughn said, slightly annoyed.

"I don't care. It's a wedding. No one walks barefoot at a wedding," Aunt Trish replied. Vaughn ran a hand through his hair.

"When it's a wedding at the beach, they do!" Vaughn cried. Francie wanted to laugh. She had heard of Aunt Trish before. Sydney spoke of her once when Vaughn and Sydney had gone to see her. From the way Sydney had described the visit, Aunt Trish was a very eccentric woman.

"Um, am I interrupting something?" Francie asked Vaughn. Vaughn faced her, not realizing she had even been there at first.

"Oh no, Francie. I was just talking to Aunt Trish. Oh, excuse me. Aunt Trish meet Francie Calfo. Francie meet Aunt Trish," Vaughn said. Francie smiled and shook the old lady's hand.

"She's nice, Michael. You see, good people have good friends. That old girlfriend of yours, what's her name again?" Aunt Trish said.

"Alice?" Vaughn supplied.

"Oh right. Her. Well, anyways she had terrible choices in friends at times. I never liked her," Aunt Trish said. *I really like this woman.* Francie thought.

"Yeah, Aunt Trish. I know. You've told me that many times. I don't know why you keep repeating it now that I'm with Sydney," Vaughn replied.

"I just wanted you to see that I was right all along. You kept arguing with me about it, but in the end you ended up with Sydney," she explained. Vaughn sighed. He hated when his aunt was right because she would always rub it in his face.

"Michael, I'm going over to the bar to see if that cute bartender can get me a tequila," Aunt Trish said as she started to walk away. Vaughn shook his head and chuckled. Near this section of the beach was an outside mini bar. Sydney and him had decided to leave it open for guests instead of going through the trouble of asking the owner to close it for the day. Suddenly Vaughn realized something. What was Francie doing out here?

"Francie, is Syd okay? Aren't you supposed to be in there helping her get ready?" Vaughn asked, looking slightly worried.

"Don't worry, everything's fine. She just wanted to know where you were. She missed you," Francie said with a smile.

"Okay. Could you go see if the flowers are all arranged? I'm going to go talk to Syd," Vaughn told her. Francie gave him an alarmed look. Vaughn smiled.

"Don't worry. I'll stay outside the tent. Promise," Vaughn assured her. Francie gave him a skeptical look, but walked towards the flower arrangement tent. Vaughn looked up at the sky and noticed some dark clouds. He silently hoped it wouldn't rain.

Vaughn slowly approached the tent and whispered, "Syd?"

Sydney had been standing up trying to put on her anklet and almost tripped when she heard Vaughn's voice. "Mike? What are you doing here? You're not supposed to see me until the wedding starts!" Sydney whispered back as she stood near the exit to the tent.

"Why are we whispering?" Vaughn asked.

"I don't know. You tell me, you started it," Sydney replied, exasperated.

"Anyways, I'm not really seeing you. I'm just talking to you. I'm sure there's no harm in that, Syd," Vaughn explained. Sydney sighed.

"I guess, Mike. I just don't want any bad luck on our wedding day. We've had enough to last a lifetime with SD-6 and everything," Sydney replied.

"Hey Syd, will you do me a favor?" Vaughn asked.

"What?"

"Will you try to enjoy our wedding day and relax?" Vaughn asked with a smile.

"I'll try," Sydney replied, laughing, "This is so silly. We're standing on opposite sides of a tent talking."

"Look, Syd. I better go. It's almost time for the wedding to start. See you in a little bit," Vaughn said.

"Okay, see you soon," Sydney replied. Sydney took another look in the mirror and picked up her bouquet of lilies. As soon as she opened the flap of the tent, her father stopped her.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Sydney asked, puzzled.

"Well, Sydney, it seems that the reverend performing the wedding hasn't shown up," her father said matter-of-factly. Sydney almost fainted at those words. The reverend hasn't show up yet!! Without him, there would be no wedding. Sydney started to panic.

"He hasn't shown up? Where in the world could he be? He's performing the ceremony! He should have been here hours a go. Why didn't anyone tell me he hasn't shown up yet?!?" Sydney cried.

Jack tried to calm his daughter down as he spoke, "I'm sure he was just stuck in traffic or maybe he's somewhere around here. Maybe there's someone else here who could perform the ceremony. I'll go see." Sydney started taking deep breaths praying nothing else would go wrong. Her hopes went unanswered. As soon as Jack left, Francie came back in to tell her that she couldn't find Joey.

"What? You lost my son! How could this happen? Where's Vaughn? He's supposed to be with Vaughn!" Sydney cried. This was starting to be too much.

"Calm down, Syd. Oh you know what? He's probably with Aunt Trish. They were talking earlier. I'll go see if he's with her, okay?" Francie assured her. Sydney didn't answer. She just nodded. She was in a state of shock from all the bad news she was receiving. Fifteen minutes later, Jack and Francie came back to tell her that everything was okay. They had found both the priest and Joey at the bar with Aunt Trish. She had apparently captivated them with wild stories about Vaughn as a baby. Sydney started laughing and just couldn't stop. It seemed so silly that she had been panicking now that everything was fine. Sydney decided that no matter what happened, she would take Vaughn's advice and enjoy her wedding.

So when it started to sprinkle in the middle of her walking down the aisle, she just smiled as tiny droplets of water splashed on her ivory strapless wedding gown. People surprisingly did not move from their seats. They all seemed captivated by the surreal situation they were in. It was the middle of August in Los Angeles and it was raining. They were at the wedding of a couple who had been through so much in their lives already, even more than they could ever know. It seemed best to just respect and be blessed in the situation they were in. Vaughn watched Sydney walk down the aisle as sprinkles of rain fell all around her. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. In that moment, he didn't care about the rain or his Aunt Trish or the fact that the reverend was drunk, Vaughn just knew he loved this stunning woman and all he wanted was to marry her. As her father handed her over to Vaughn, Sydney started to cry tears of joy.

"Well, it seems these two having something to say to each other," Reverend John slurred. Sydney glared at the reverend before she began her speech.

"Vaughn, for as long as we have known each other, you have been there to protect me. No matter the circumstances or the rules, you were there to comfort me. During those ten years when we didn't see each other, I felt an emptiness in my heart. I didn't feel safe or comforted anymore even though SD-6 was gone and I was no longer in danger. I now realized it was because you weren't with me. You weren't there when I had a bad day and needed to rant. You weren't there to keep me company. You are my guardian angel and I love you for being the kind, wonderful man you are. I am honored to become your wife and giving you the comfort and support you have given me all these years." Sydney finished.

Vaughn was close to tears as he tried to keep his voice level. "Sydney, in the world we lived in, many people break down after seeing the horrors you have seen. They turn dark and can't deal with life. You were not one of these people. When something horrible was thrown your way, you dealt with it and became stronger. Instead of helping yourself, you would continually help others, like myself. You have save me many, many times and I will always be grateful for that. You're compassionate and grateful for the little joys you get to experience. I've never met anyone like you before. So as I stand here ready to take your hand in marriage, I have only one request for you. I want you to let me take care of you for a change," Vaughn ended his speech as Sydney started to cry once more.

"Alright, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, for richer or poor, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" Reverend John said in an annoyed tone which was ignore by everyone present.

"I do," Sydney said with a smile.

"And do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife till death do you part?" the reverend shortened, almost about to pass out.

"I do," Vaughn said with a grin.

"I now pronounce you man and wife, you may now kiss the bride," the reverend finished before he passed out on the ground. Sydney and Vaughn took a quick look at him before they kissed. As they pulled apart, they noticed the rain had stopped and the sun was coming out again. Everyone started clapping and confetti was thrown everywhere. Sydney and Vaughn didn't notice though. They simply stared into each other's eyes.

Sydney had tears in her eyes as Vaughn finished his story. Their wedding had been surreal and wonderful all at the same time.

Sydney wiped at the tears in her eyes and asked, "Who wants some cheesecake?" Simultaneous sounds of agreement echoed in her ear. Sydney laughed and headed back to the kitchen.

As Sydney picked up a slice of cheesecake, Vaughn took it from her hands and set it back on the kitchen counter. He leaned in and their lips meet in a long lingering kiss. As they pulled apart, Vaughn stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

Sydney leaned back into him and whispered, "how did we get so lucky?"

Vaughn smiled and simply stated, "Fate."

*So was the ending okay? Too sappy? Well at least it's finished now! Onto another fic! lol. I had lots of fun writing this though and want to thank each and every one of you for your wonderful reviews. They were much appreciated and brightened my day!