Author's Notes: Well, this is it, I believe. I've kind of lost ideas for this story, so here is my last chapter! Thanks to all the people who've reviewed this story and have read it's prequel, "Usual Adventures". Please read my other S/S fic "Sweetest Thing" as well!

Disclaimer: The characters of Alias belong to J.J. Abrams and ABC.

**SYDNEY POV**

            I walked into the restaurant that Vaughn told me to meet him at. I glanced across the room and didn't observe his presence, so I grabbed an open table and started to glance over the menu. 

            The menu was the last thing on my mind right now. I had to set things straight with Vaughn over this lunch because we were flying to France in 5 hours. Andrew had found this wonderful little, or well, it wasn't that little, house on the Mediterranean Sea and we were going to move in later this week.  

            I heard the bell ring on the door and looked up to see Vaughn walking in. I gave a slight wave to him and he took notice. I waited as he walked over and quickly found a seat across from me.

            "Sorry, I'm late," he says.

            "No, you're fine, I just got here," I add in. It almost seemed, normal. However, the underlying emotions between us were too strong to look past that idea.

            "Order yet?" he asks, keeping the conversation light so far.

            "No, actually, no one's served me yet," I explain to him.

            He stops talking at that point and seemed too engrossed in the menu instead of the fact that we were trying to have lunch as two civil beings.

            The waiter showed up and took our order and we remained alone, with a lot to cover. I took a glass of my water and waited for him to start the conversation.

            "You know, I have a lot to say, so if you don't mind, I'm going to try to get it all off my chest first, okay?" he starts with. I give him a slight nod, in which he continues his conversation.

            "In our whole work history, I always wondered if there could be more between us. After you returned from Sark's capture five years ago, I knew there was something different about you. I just couldn't figure it out, until your father and I found you and him on that beach," he says, spitting on the words 'you and him.'

            I slightly nodded after a word or two here and there, but just continued to listen to what he had to say, "You know, after you 'faked your death', I knew that you had to still be alive. But I didn't do anything about it, you know. I'm sorry if I've ever hurt you through all of this, and I hope we can leave here have a civil appreciation of each other."

            I get a nod of approval from him, indicating that I could speak what was on my mind. The moment I was waiting for. "I'm sorry if I ever hurt you through everything that's happened, as well. Sark and I developed an attraction and I couldn't turn away from it. I knew I could be with him and I knew it was too hard for us to ever be together. I just hope we can still be friends."

            "Always friends," he tells me.

            "Good," I sigh a breath of relief. "Now, that we have all that out of the way, we can actually be calm and civil."

            "Certainly, so, you should tell me all about Delia," Vaughn adds.

            I'm taken back by his words and say, "You seriously want to know about our daughter?"

            He smiles a bit and replies, "Of course. You know, seeing Sark with her makes me see a totally softer side of him. Only then was I able to realize how you were able to fall in love with him so easily."

            "Well, good. Anyway, Delia, she's great. Back in Australia she would play on the beach all day long and make the most amazing sandcastles, well, of course with Andrew and my help," I tell him, reminiscing on a more pleasant part of our history.

            "She sounds great," he adds.

            I smile, "She really is. We agreed that we would home school her until maybe high school. We already started teaching her a little French."

            "Good choice," he says. "What about you? Have you been doing anything lately?"

            Finally, I seemed relaxed. We were enjoying ourselves and the lunch was going great. "Well, right now, I'm a mother, with this one running around and another one on the way." I caress my stomach a little, with the huge bulge that was somewhat become inconvenient, once again.

            "Well, I'm glad you're happy being a mother. You seem to be a great one," Vaughn says.

            I give him a generous smile back and say, "Thank you. And what about you Vaughn? What have you been up too?"

            "Work as usual, I was in charge of a huge drug bust last year of a major drug ring, so that was pretty exciting. Otherwise, the usual. Weiss and I still get drunk every Friday it seems," he chuckles.

            "What about Alice?" I ask curiously.

            "Oh, we broke up 3 years ago. She wanted to get married, and well, I just couldn't. I started dating a friend of Weiss's a few months back and we're taking it pretty slow," he informs me.

            "Good, I'm glad you're staying happy," I say to him.

            Our food arrives and we eat, discussing tidbits of things here and there, from stories about my dad and LA and my favorite city in Australia. The meal was soon finished and neither of us tried to kill each other.

            After we pay the bill, I knew it was time for me to break the news.

            "We're leaving tonight, around 9pm," I inform him.

            He seems a little saddened by the answer, but continues with, "Where are you headed?"

            "The Mediterranean Sea," I start. "Andrew bought a lovely house on the coast there in France."

            "That sounds nice," he says sadly.

            "You know, it's not going to be like before. I'll call you once a week, I swear. And I'll still keep in contact with my father and maybe you both could come visit sometime. We just don't think living here in LA would suit our needs. We need somewhere that won't remind us of our past."

            "I understand," he adds, standing up. "Well, you should be going, right?"

            I seemed a little bit sad by that comment, but I join him and stand up. We embrace in a short hug and say our goodbyes. It went well.

            That night, we drove to the airport and boarded Andrew's plane. I sat down in my seat, Delia sat in the front with one of her dolls, and Andrew was taking care of some business. I poured myself a glass of juice, and tried to relax. This was a whole lot.

            He finished his phone call and came over and sat next to me. He ran his hand through my hair and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek.

            "Hey," I say.

            "How are you?" he asks.

            "Well, the meeting with Vaughn went well," I finally tell him after six hours.

            He nods, "Well, good, I was getting worried. You hadn't spoke about it since you returned."

            "I know, I'm sorry. Are you ready?" I ask him.

            "For what?" he says, confused partially.

            I smile, "To start new. But this time, it won't be as hard as the first time."

            "Yes, my love, I'm ready."

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