Author's Notes: This is it! The very last chapter! I'm done! I am thinking
about a sequel and what direction I could take. Thank you to everyone who's
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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Alias, they are owned and created by J.J. Abrams and ABC.
**Sydney POV**
I sat in the waiting room of the doctor's office trying to imagine the scene taking place at SD-6. I flipped through a parenting magazine waiting for my name to be called and glanced around at all the people waiting as well. Part of me wished I were pregnant, only so that my life could go to some sort of normalcy. I just hope that Andrew would be able to finish the job, as he called it, so we could go away.
"Sydney Bristow?" a short looking woman called.
I stood up and followed her to the door and entered the hallway into my examining room. I patiently got on the bed and waited for my doctor to enter.
I sat there for a few minutes and glanced down at my cell phone, only to realize I had to turn it off in the doctor's office. I was getting nervous and was frightened something was going to go wrong. I doubt anything would, but still, I was nervous.
The door creaked open and my doctor, Dr. Adams, walked in.
"Sydney, how nice to see you," she says.
"And you too," I reply.
"Now, you said you wanted to see if you are pregnant, right?" she asks me.
"That's right," I tell her.
"Where's the father?" she asks me in follow up.
"He's at work right now," I answer her, which in the scheme of things, is true.
"I see," she replies.
She does her thing and draws some blood, among other things and says she'll be back in a few minutes. I reach down and grab a magazine lying in the basket and flip through the pages until a picture catches my eye.
It is a family, a mother, a father, and three children. That is when it hits me, that this picture symbolizes what I want to have, and all of it I want with Andrew. And if anyone tries to get in my way, they'll regret it.
I glance down at my watch and it reads 10:23. I hear the door creak open again and Dr. Adams has an indeterminable look upon her face that I as a spy, couldn't even read. She glances down at her clipboard a couple of times before she glances up at me and gives a small smile.
"Now, would you prefer a boy or girl?" she asks me.
I'm stunned. I stay with my mouth wide open in awe for a minute before I realize how great this is. I'm pregnant!
"Sydney, you okay?" she then asks me after a minute or two.
"Very okay, better than okay, I'm great!" I tell her.
"Good, now, if you want, I'll have the lab go over everything to make sure you're okay and such, and we'll give you a call in a week or so with more information, alright?" she informs me.
"Sounds great," I tell her. Lying to her, because in a week, I will be somewhere far away from here.
I walk out the doctor's office with a new bounce in my step, one of meaning and purpose. I had something to live for now. A beautiful child that would be born in 9 months. I couldn't even imagine.
I sat in the driver's seat in my car and turned on my cell phone. I looked and saw, one new message. I could only imagine the different people that it could possibly be.
"Hey, Sydney, I was wondering if you wanted to do something for lunch, just drop by the restaurant and we can chat!" Francie's comforting voice tells me over the phone. Actually, that sounded wonderful right now, so I start driving in the direction of her restaurant.
If SD-6 were tracking me right now, they probably would have no indication that I was in anyway apart of the take down. I wanted badly to pass by the building to see if I could tell, but I took a different way to avoid that scenario. Soon enough I pulled in the parking lot behind her restaurant and walked in the door.
"Sydney!" she calls from behind the bar. I was really going to miss her when I moved away, or rather, disappeared.
"Hey, Francie!" I reply and walk over and we share a quick hug.
"Here, let's sit down, it's awful quiet right now," she tells me.
"Alright," I tell her.
"Don't you have to be at work?" she asks me.
"I had a doctor's appointment and told the band that I wasn't coming in until 1," I tell her lying through my teeth.
"I see," she replies. "So, now, you have to give me the 411 on that guy that was over at our house the other night."
"Well, he works in the same business I do, he just works for a different bank," I tell her, giving the best lie I could come up with.
"Where'd you two meet?" she asks me.
"At a conference one," I tell her. Once again, lying. But in truth, we did meet at a conference, one of the spying and stealing type.
"He seems really nice," she adds.
"He is, he's very charming and knows how to keep me happy," I inform her. He does know how to keep me happy, that's for sure.
We chit chat for a little while longer and eventually I tell her goodbye and head home. By now, the messenger should have come with the details if all was well. I walked up to my front door to see a small package lying on the doorstep.
I walked in and started to frantically unopen it when I realize I wasn't alone. I spin around and see my father waiting on the couch in my living room.
"Dad!" I exclaim.
"You were right," he says to start.
"Did it work?" I ask him.
"Sure did," he says. "He had all the innocent employees leave the building and Sark shot Sloane himself. I was there, then, he got everyone out of the building and blew it up."
I smiled and replied, "Gosh, do I ever love him."
"Sydney, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Sark isn't that bad, I've found out, and whatever you do, I'll understand," he says. "And also, thanks for the heads up. I wasn't totally surprised today."
I go over and hug him and pull back and say, "Dad, I love you."
"Sydney," he says before we hug again.
We both pull away and I walk over to the package on the step.
"What's that?" he asks me.
"We'll see," I tell him.
I open it and inside lay a plane ticket to Sydney, Australia. How ironic, isn't it? I pull out a note below the ticket.
It read:
Sydney, my love:
We'll have to fly separately, but I will meet you at the baggage terminal at the airport in Sydney. I know you probably hate me for picking Sydney, but remember this, I love you.
Andrew.
I start to cry and my dad puts a hand on my shoulder. I turn around to face him.
"It's finally done. Dad, I'm going away tomorrow, and I'm probably not going to be coming back, but I want you to know, that I will always love you, and keep strong."
He nods in understanding and walks out the door as I start to gather a few things up.
That night, I had most of the things I wanted to take packed secretly without any suspicion on Francie's part. I had settled down with a glass of tea and was beginning to watch a movie when my special cell phone rang.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Hello, love," he says.
"Andrew, I've missed you," I tell him first.
"Not as much as I have, love," he adds.
"Now, would you personally prefer a boy or girl?" I ask him hinting at my pregnancy.
"Oh really? I'd have to say a girl," Andrew tells me.
"Why's that?" I ask him curiously.
"So I can have two beautiful girls to look at," he says.
"Wow, I love you," I say.
"So, you're pregnant, I'm assuming?" he asks me.
"Right on the button," I kid with him.
"That's great, love," he tells me.
"What's going on? Where are you?" I ask him.
"Answer to the first is not a whole lot and the answer to the second is high in the sky," he informs me.
"I like both replies," I tell him.
"I'm glad."
"Is everything set?" I ask him.
"Everything."
"All right, well, I guess I'm going to bed for the last time in L.A," I tell him.
"Sleep tight, love," he says.
The next day I left everything behind. Francie had no idea that when I said good bye to her, I was really saying good bye. I wanted to give her a hug and tell her everything at that point, but it wasn't the best idea.
My ride to the airport and getting on the plane was uneventful. I flew on an alias that Andrew provided me with and had no problems at all. Most of the plane ride I slept and read through a few magazines.
I practically ran through the airport and reached the baggage terminal in Sydney in record time. I glanced through the room and finally spotted the love of my life standing in the far right corner. I briskly walk over to him and once he sees me he straightens up his stance as to accommodate my arrival. As soon as I reach him, I fling my arms around him in a hug.
"I love you," I whisper into his ear.
"I love you too."
~Thank you for reading! Please, any last reviews will be awesome! Take me to 200 for the story and that would rock! Any comments or ideas for a sequel would be great! And Happy New Year~ Masquerade
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Alias, they are owned and created by J.J. Abrams and ABC.
**Sydney POV**
I sat in the waiting room of the doctor's office trying to imagine the scene taking place at SD-6. I flipped through a parenting magazine waiting for my name to be called and glanced around at all the people waiting as well. Part of me wished I were pregnant, only so that my life could go to some sort of normalcy. I just hope that Andrew would be able to finish the job, as he called it, so we could go away.
"Sydney Bristow?" a short looking woman called.
I stood up and followed her to the door and entered the hallway into my examining room. I patiently got on the bed and waited for my doctor to enter.
I sat there for a few minutes and glanced down at my cell phone, only to realize I had to turn it off in the doctor's office. I was getting nervous and was frightened something was going to go wrong. I doubt anything would, but still, I was nervous.
The door creaked open and my doctor, Dr. Adams, walked in.
"Sydney, how nice to see you," she says.
"And you too," I reply.
"Now, you said you wanted to see if you are pregnant, right?" she asks me.
"That's right," I tell her.
"Where's the father?" she asks me in follow up.
"He's at work right now," I answer her, which in the scheme of things, is true.
"I see," she replies.
She does her thing and draws some blood, among other things and says she'll be back in a few minutes. I reach down and grab a magazine lying in the basket and flip through the pages until a picture catches my eye.
It is a family, a mother, a father, and three children. That is when it hits me, that this picture symbolizes what I want to have, and all of it I want with Andrew. And if anyone tries to get in my way, they'll regret it.
I glance down at my watch and it reads 10:23. I hear the door creak open again and Dr. Adams has an indeterminable look upon her face that I as a spy, couldn't even read. She glances down at her clipboard a couple of times before she glances up at me and gives a small smile.
"Now, would you prefer a boy or girl?" she asks me.
I'm stunned. I stay with my mouth wide open in awe for a minute before I realize how great this is. I'm pregnant!
"Sydney, you okay?" she then asks me after a minute or two.
"Very okay, better than okay, I'm great!" I tell her.
"Good, now, if you want, I'll have the lab go over everything to make sure you're okay and such, and we'll give you a call in a week or so with more information, alright?" she informs me.
"Sounds great," I tell her. Lying to her, because in a week, I will be somewhere far away from here.
I walk out the doctor's office with a new bounce in my step, one of meaning and purpose. I had something to live for now. A beautiful child that would be born in 9 months. I couldn't even imagine.
I sat in the driver's seat in my car and turned on my cell phone. I looked and saw, one new message. I could only imagine the different people that it could possibly be.
"Hey, Sydney, I was wondering if you wanted to do something for lunch, just drop by the restaurant and we can chat!" Francie's comforting voice tells me over the phone. Actually, that sounded wonderful right now, so I start driving in the direction of her restaurant.
If SD-6 were tracking me right now, they probably would have no indication that I was in anyway apart of the take down. I wanted badly to pass by the building to see if I could tell, but I took a different way to avoid that scenario. Soon enough I pulled in the parking lot behind her restaurant and walked in the door.
"Sydney!" she calls from behind the bar. I was really going to miss her when I moved away, or rather, disappeared.
"Hey, Francie!" I reply and walk over and we share a quick hug.
"Here, let's sit down, it's awful quiet right now," she tells me.
"Alright," I tell her.
"Don't you have to be at work?" she asks me.
"I had a doctor's appointment and told the band that I wasn't coming in until 1," I tell her lying through my teeth.
"I see," she replies. "So, now, you have to give me the 411 on that guy that was over at our house the other night."
"Well, he works in the same business I do, he just works for a different bank," I tell her, giving the best lie I could come up with.
"Where'd you two meet?" she asks me.
"At a conference one," I tell her. Once again, lying. But in truth, we did meet at a conference, one of the spying and stealing type.
"He seems really nice," she adds.
"He is, he's very charming and knows how to keep me happy," I inform her. He does know how to keep me happy, that's for sure.
We chit chat for a little while longer and eventually I tell her goodbye and head home. By now, the messenger should have come with the details if all was well. I walked up to my front door to see a small package lying on the doorstep.
I walked in and started to frantically unopen it when I realize I wasn't alone. I spin around and see my father waiting on the couch in my living room.
"Dad!" I exclaim.
"You were right," he says to start.
"Did it work?" I ask him.
"Sure did," he says. "He had all the innocent employees leave the building and Sark shot Sloane himself. I was there, then, he got everyone out of the building and blew it up."
I smiled and replied, "Gosh, do I ever love him."
"Sydney, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Sark isn't that bad, I've found out, and whatever you do, I'll understand," he says. "And also, thanks for the heads up. I wasn't totally surprised today."
I go over and hug him and pull back and say, "Dad, I love you."
"Sydney," he says before we hug again.
We both pull away and I walk over to the package on the step.
"What's that?" he asks me.
"We'll see," I tell him.
I open it and inside lay a plane ticket to Sydney, Australia. How ironic, isn't it? I pull out a note below the ticket.
It read:
Sydney, my love:
We'll have to fly separately, but I will meet you at the baggage terminal at the airport in Sydney. I know you probably hate me for picking Sydney, but remember this, I love you.
Andrew.
I start to cry and my dad puts a hand on my shoulder. I turn around to face him.
"It's finally done. Dad, I'm going away tomorrow, and I'm probably not going to be coming back, but I want you to know, that I will always love you, and keep strong."
He nods in understanding and walks out the door as I start to gather a few things up.
That night, I had most of the things I wanted to take packed secretly without any suspicion on Francie's part. I had settled down with a glass of tea and was beginning to watch a movie when my special cell phone rang.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Hello, love," he says.
"Andrew, I've missed you," I tell him first.
"Not as much as I have, love," he adds.
"Now, would you personally prefer a boy or girl?" I ask him hinting at my pregnancy.
"Oh really? I'd have to say a girl," Andrew tells me.
"Why's that?" I ask him curiously.
"So I can have two beautiful girls to look at," he says.
"Wow, I love you," I say.
"So, you're pregnant, I'm assuming?" he asks me.
"Right on the button," I kid with him.
"That's great, love," he tells me.
"What's going on? Where are you?" I ask him.
"Answer to the first is not a whole lot and the answer to the second is high in the sky," he informs me.
"I like both replies," I tell him.
"I'm glad."
"Is everything set?" I ask him.
"Everything."
"All right, well, I guess I'm going to bed for the last time in L.A," I tell him.
"Sleep tight, love," he says.
The next day I left everything behind. Francie had no idea that when I said good bye to her, I was really saying good bye. I wanted to give her a hug and tell her everything at that point, but it wasn't the best idea.
My ride to the airport and getting on the plane was uneventful. I flew on an alias that Andrew provided me with and had no problems at all. Most of the plane ride I slept and read through a few magazines.
I practically ran through the airport and reached the baggage terminal in Sydney in record time. I glanced through the room and finally spotted the love of my life standing in the far right corner. I briskly walk over to him and once he sees me he straightens up his stance as to accommodate my arrival. As soon as I reach him, I fling my arms around him in a hug.
"I love you," I whisper into his ear.
"I love you too."
~Thank you for reading! Please, any last reviews will be awesome! Take me to 200 for the story and that would rock! Any comments or ideas for a sequel would be great! And Happy New Year~ Masquerade