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Post: Double Agent

~Sydney POV

Sydney woke up feeling happier than she had in years. SD-6 and the Alliance were gone, the genetic reorganizer prototype was destroyed, and she had just woken up in the arms of Michael Vaughn. Yea, this had to be heaven. She looked over at his sleeping form and smiled, he looked so peaceful when he slept. Her mind began to wander, about what would happen now, and how things would change. One thought nipped at the back of her mind, and she couldn't get it to go away. *I wish my godmother could have met him. She would have loved Vaughn. My fairy godmother meeting my guardian angel, sounds like a fairytale. She must have known all along what Sd-6 really was, after all, the people at the CIA recognized her as the DCI. They said she disappeared, they didn't know what happened. I wonder if they ever found out. No one ever told me anything. * Sydney was startled from her thoughts by the ringing of her cell phone. She quickly grabbed it from where it was on her nightstand, hoping it hadn't woken Michael. She looked at the clock, 7:57 AM. Who the hell was calling her?

"Hello?"

"You must listen to me, don't panic. Francie Calfo is dead. She was shot the day you raided SD-6. Remember how the gene-altering device had been used twice? They used it on her. Sydney, the woman posing as your friend is an agent working for Arvin Sloane." * I know that voice. That's my godmother's voice. She's alive? But how? And Francie is dead? No! * A mixture of panic and excitement filled Sydney and Vaughn seemed to notice. By this time he had woken, and seeing the panic stricken look on her face as she held the phone, he watched her with a look of utmost concern.

"Syd?" He began. She quickly put up a hand to silence him. He understood, but he to was beginning to panic on the inside. He took the hand that she was holding up in his, offering silent support. She clung to it like a lifeline, her knuckles beginning to turn white. When the voice on the other end of the phone paused, Sydney spoke.

"How do I know-?"

"You're going to have to trust me for the most part. But there is some proof I can offer. They know about you boyfriend. The fake Ms. Calfo has placed a hidden camera in the panel of your television. Get him to safety, now. Tell him to go to the Ops Center. Sloane will go after him to get to you, Sydney. You don't want to loose another like Danny. This last bit is the most important. When you were a little girl, and you used to visit me in the city, do you remember how I used to greet you with a verse by William Blake?" *So it really is my godmother. * Sydney realized.

"Yes," She replied weakly.

Whoever says that phrase to you must be fully trusted, no matter what. It may seem impossible, but you have to believe me. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. Hurry now, if I can help you again later I will." With that the phone line went dead. Sydney sat the phone back down on her nightstand and moved to get out of bed, but Vaughn caught her arm.

"Syd, what's going on? What's the matter?"

"Nothing's wrong. Hurry up and get dressed, we're meeting people this morning, remember?" Sydney walked out into the kitchen, all to aware of the camera in her bedroom. Vaughn, now completely confused and frustrated, followed her out, hoping to get a straight answer.

"Syd-" She put a finger to his lips, and then turned the radio on that was sitting behind her on the counter. Sydney spoke softly so that the camera couldn't possibly pick up her voice from the other room.

"Speak softly. There's a camera in my room. Francie is dead. The person you met was an agent altered by the machine we destroyed. They've seen us. Vaughn, I need you to get out of here. Take your car and go straight to the Ops Center." Vaughn looked to be in shock for a moment, but then he spoke.

"Syd, what about you? I'm not leaving you-" Sydney stopped him with a deep kiss, and when she pulled away there were tears in her eyes.

"Vaughn, this is all my fault, I'm not going to let them hurt you. Don't you dare worry about me; you have to get yourself someplace safe. I'll be fine. I love you. I'm not going to let them hurt you, not over my dead body." Vaughn could see the determination in her eyes, and it scared him a little.

"Promise me you'll stay safe? Why can't you just come with me?" Vaughn was pleading now, he knew it, but he didn't care. Sydney looked at him adoringly, and rested her hand against his cheek.

"You know why. They're looking for me Michael, and I'll not lead them to you." With that she ushered him to the door, but before he got there he turned around and kissed her passionately.

"Promise me that I'll see you again. Please Syd, promise me."

"I can't promise that, but I can promise that I'll do my best to see that we do. Now you have to leave. Watch for tails, and be safe Michael. I think it's safe to say that I'll go postal if anything happens to you." He nodded slightly, and then walked out the door, constantly looking back at her, until he drove away into the distance. Only when he was gone did Sydney let a single tear fall.