This chapter is kinda weird...I took the story in a completely different direction that you guys were (probably) expecting. Let me know if I should go back to the origional story line, or continue with this one. Thanks for all your feedback, although more wouldn't hurt ;)

Chapter Six - Until We Die
Sydney was bent over the toilet, heaving whatever was left in her stomach out into the white bowl infront of her. Her lungs felt as though they were on fire. Falling against the wall beside the toilet, she haphazardly reached and flushed the toilet. Getting to her feet slowly, she propped herself against the counter with one arm while she proceeded to wash her face with the other.

She was late for work for the second day in a row. It had happened now, first on Sunday, then Monday, and then today. She had thrown up every morning before work. She had watched what she had eaten - nothing out of the ordinary. So, she decided to go to the doctor's, just to make sure it was nothing more of a flu bug. She was almost positive that's all that it was. She was hopeful, was more like it. Anything else, and she didn't think she'd be able to handle it.

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"We are gathered here today to mourn the passing of Sydney Bristow. Sydney was a loving daughter, girlfriend, co-worker, and friend. Nice to everyone she has met, she's left a trail of footprints in all of our hearts. We will start by having a speech from one of Sydney's close co-workers, Eric Weiss."

The minister moved off of the podium, as Weiss moved upto it. He bowed his head at the stand, his emotion overwhelming him. Jack was in the front row, still not showing emotion, Vaughn beside him, then Dixon, Marshall...all the people Sydney should have never needed to speak with, simply because she should have never been forced to continue the CIA path she had never chose for herself.

"Sydney was, undoubtably, one of my best friends." Weiss began, his eyes searching over the crowd. So many people he didn't know. "I knew she was special, right from the moment she walked into the CIA office almost seven years ago now. She is one of the nicest and more cared for beings I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, and working with." he paused. "Unfortunately, Sydney's life came crashing down because of work. Sydney passed doing what she was driven to - working for the United States. We've lost a friend, colleage, and lover," he glanced at Vaughn, "but heaven also gained an Angel. We'll miss you Syd, but at least now you'll be with the people who are equal to you."

Weiss silently went back to where he had sat before his eulogy, beside Vaughn. Vaughn's sholders heaved as he took a deep breath. Climbing to his feet, he started upto the podium. His steps had never been heavier then they were now. It was almost like he was walking upto justify Sydney's death - another lie that nobody knew the truth to. Apparently, she had been killed serving her country. She had "died" defusing a bomb in Cannes. Vaughn knew that wasn't what had happened. Sark, or another evil counterpart, had gotten to her.

"Never in my life have I known someone as caring and..amazing..as Sydney Bristow was. It was true, she served her country, but it was so much more than that. Sometimes I wonder, is it really justifiable that the one job I chose to do, lead me to her, and then took her away before I could close my eyes? Sometimes I wonder if my life is ever going to fair. If it's ever going to give me something I can keep. I lost my father to the United States Government, and now I've lost the one woman I've ever loved to the same affair." he stopped, trying to keep from tripping over the edge of tears. "I try to remember all the good times we had. I remember the day she walked into my office, along with Weiss, I knew from the get go she was amazing. It just radiated from her. I will admit, I thought she was crazy. Her hair was...bozo red...her lip was swollen to the size of...god knows what. But..it grew into something so much more.

We were allies. Before we had expressed our feelings to eachother, we both knew it was true. There was some connection about us...we were..simply..." he broke down this time. Completely, and utterly broke down. Resting his head in his hands, he barely got the last word out. ".....soulmates."

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"Miss Jones, the doctor is ready to see you now." the nurses' voice broke Sydney out of her phase of delerium. Jumping to her feet, she crossed the stark colored waiting room, and followed the nurse through a doorway, and then into a hallway. Three doors down, she placed her (very thin) file into the pocket on the door, escorted Sydney into the room, and then shut the door behind her. Sydney remembered something about her saying the doctor will be with her briefly.

Sitting on the high bed, she rested her feet on the foot rests. Sighing, she felt her stomach begin to get queasy again. It wasn't that...bug....that had been around earlier. It was something different. It was the feeling she had in Tai Pei...the feeling in France...the feeling in France, six years later...

Her thoughts were shattered as the older doctor entered the room, grabbing her file and shutting the door in one swift move. He was probably...forty five...maybe fifty, Sydney countered. He looked something like her grandfather.

Well, her grandfathers' picture.

"Miss Jones! Nice to see you. New patients are always welcomed." he smiled a bright, warm smile. Sydney smiled back for the first time, a first real and genuine smile, since the villa.

"Nice to meet you too, Doctor Barker. Always a pleasure." she smiled, her words soft.

"So, what can we do for you today, young lady?"

"Well, I think I might have a flu bug. These past few days I haven't felt competely like myself. I've been having upset stomachs in the morning, and I get nauceous quite often. At least for the past four or five days."

"I see." Doctor Barker was scribbling furiously in his folder, "Kate, how old are you?"

"Twenty Six."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Why?" Sydney asked, her stomach getting queasy, her throat tightening up...

"Just wondering. I think we'll take a few tests, if you don't mind. I do have a good reason that this might be happening to you, but it's always good to be sure before I go upsetting you, or making you wonderfully happy." he smiled up at Sydney.

Sydney forced a smile back.

"What kind of tests?"

"Well," he paused, and looked over his notes. "Blood test, a urination test, and perhaps a pysical examination."

Sydney nodded, sliding from the bed and following him to the testing rooms.

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"It'll be alright, Vaughn. We all miss her." Weiss comforted his oldest, and best friend. Vaughn nodded, hugging Weiss before crossing the church parkinglot. He climbed into his car, and started the engine.

Sydney couldn't be dead...Sydney just isn't someone who dies without fighting. She had gotten out of it so many times, why would one more fight be her demise? And why one day before Christmas, up in a villa in Northern France? Why the night before he was going to propose? Vaughn slammed the palms of his hands against the steering wheel, and then fell against it and cried.

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"Ring. Come on. Ring." Sydney stood in front of her phone. She had been pacing for the most part of the morning. When she had gotten back from the doctors yesterday, almost an hour and a half later, she had just fallen into bed and collapsed into sleep.

He promised he'd call today. Men never call. But he's a doctor. It's his job to call. Sydney argued with herself. She didn't want to find out what was wrong, but not knowing was driving her up the wall. If there was one thing she never had, it was patience.

Suddenly, the phone's shrill ring echoed throughout the empty apartment. Sydney jumped, and almost dove for the phone.

"H-hello?"

"Hi, this is Doctor Barker's office. We're just letting you know we got the results of the pregnancy test back, and it's definately positive. We can scheduale a appointment tommorrow morn...."

The voice faded out. Pregnant? How?

Well, now how...

When?

Pregnant?

The reality hit her like a ton of bricks, as she fell to the floor, and began sobbing. She could hear the receptionist asking if she was alright on the other end of the phone, now upside down on the tiled floor. Moving her hand slowly, she rested the receiver back on the cradle.

No.

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Vaughn went back to work one week after Sydney's funeral. His coworkers shot him apologetic glances, weak smiles, damp eyes...but nothing worked. Now it was no longer his father's death that hollowed out the majority of his heart. No, Sydney had filled that years ago. Now, it was empty. Without Sydney, he knew he was going to drive himself insane.

Was it even possible to live without her?