An Undefinable Sweetness

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"Last Chapter on ALIAS":

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Eric: Syd, are you all right?

Sydney: Yeah... but I'm not sure about the baby.

dun dun duuuuuunnnnnnnnn!

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Jack: Would you die for love Mr. Hecht?"

Danny: "I already have."

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Jack: This is a truth serum which I will inject into you arm. It might sting for just a second. check out my use of dramatic irony ;)

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Vaughn: Jack! Get out of there. NOW! You've been made.

Mystery Man: So have you.

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All right, so hopefully you haven't lost interest and you're rarin' to go so I'll keep this sweet and short.

Thank you to...

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38.

"Syd?" Eric's eyes seemed to be a little bigger, bulging out of their sockets like some cartoon characters. Though he had wondered about his friends' relationship this past month, her statement brought the intensity of it all too clearly to his mind. And he knew that for them to have had sex, the relationship must have reached farther than he thought. I didn't like the one-date-sex-thing so this is different. They waited a little bit like good boys and girls ;)

She was already struggling to her feet, using her hands to push against the wall. She turned to him. "Don't talk about it. Don't say anything. Just wait until this is all over. Please." Her face was white with shock and pain though she had been through so much more before. The prospect of losing another loved one was horrifying to her.

Eric nodded but attempted to usher her back to the entrance. "Syd, you shouldn't be here. What were you thinking-"

She whirled around in sudden energy and vitality that he jumped back, knowing full-well what she was capable of. "I was thinking that this is going to be one of the biggest victories of my life; one that I have worked years for. Why do you think Vaughn doesn't know? He wouldn't have let me come and that would have drived me crazy. I should be here. And so I am."

He looked at her. "ONE of the biggest victories of your life. Tell me Sydney, what are your other ones? Marriage? Family? Are you willing to risk that just to witness a crummy old building fall down? You've already destroyed SD-6 Sydney. It's already gone. Why do you want to see the caracas rotting? Just stay outside; you'll still be able to see Arvin Sloane taken out in handcuffs. You'll still see everything and know that you were the cause of it. Just be safe and don't risk what you don't have to."

She was speechless; this was one of the only times that Eric had spoken to her so seriously and she had to admit that his words went straight to her heart. She looked around her at the swirling dust and the crumbling walls, the CIA agents clothed in black leading out colleagues that she recognized and knew so well. Dixon. Feeling his confused and angry gaze upon her, she felt her strength leave her body and she turned around. "All right." She stated softly before walking out into the open.

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Jack froze at the sound of Vaughn's voice and closed his eyes to keep the disappointment from turning into rage. No matter the outcome, he had to remain in control of himself. He stood right outside of the door, ignoring the confused words coming out of Danny's mouth.

With a look that could crack stone, He silenced him and he waited, preparing himself. The door was being unlocked, he heard the tiny metal clicking on the other side.

And then it flew open, a man as big as the door walking in, gun in hand. "Jack Bristow."

The words were said, heavy as stones and sent into the walls of the room. Jack stepped in front of the guard, quickly kicking the gun out of his grip into the wall a few feet away. After a moment's surprise, the guard jumped forward, lunging at Jack's coiled figure with clenched fists.

Realizing the tool in his hand, He swiped the needle at the guard, fencing his hands out of the way, knowing the wall was only a few feet away and he would be cornered. He swiped the sharp edge at the empty air repeatedly, aiming in the general direction of the man's hands as he lunged and attempted to grab Jack by the arms, each time blocked by the slashing needle.

Using the wall as springboards, he ran backwards towards it and pushed off slightly into the man rushing towards him, finally able to stick the needle straight into his chest.

And the screaming started, the man's face turned red as sweat began to form on his forehead and drip down his face. He slowly sank to the floor, his energy draining out of his with every second of life that passed his by, his arms shaking slightly as his face relaxed and contracted, switching every couple seconds.

The pool of sweat around him grew, draining his life and evaporating the Bendolyne Peroxide from his system.

Jack turned to Danny, his mouth set into a line, his face controlled as he observed the other man's shocked expression, mouth open in a noiseless scream, eyes focused on the dying man lying mere feet away from him.

"Truth serum."

"The Final Test." And with those words, he brought a fist down on Daniel's head, rendering him unconscious.

He checked his watch, cursing, knowing that it had been ten minutes already and that the serum had lost all potency. Delivering it would be akin to injecting him with water. Knowing that he would come to in a matter of minutes, Jack quickly left the room, locking it behind him.

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"You."

For Michael was looking into the face that he had only seen in pictures and on camera.

The man's face was quizzical as the pieces came together in his head. He smiled. "Yes. Me. Hello Mr. Vaughn. I was told that you were merely another civilian."

"That is what most think." Whatever happened, whatever the cost, he had to keep Arvin Sloane guessing. As long as he was at least slightly confused about Sydney's loyalties even if Jack's were found out, she would have a chance. And that was a risk worth dying for.

Sloane shook his head, still smiling. "I'm tired of playing games Michael though I realize that we haven't even started." He placed a hand in his jacket, pulling out a gun. "So I'm just going to cut this short. Get on your knees, place your hands behind your head, look down at the floor and don't move."

Eyes closing in seeming despair, Vaughn slowly sunk to the floor.

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Sydney paced around the parking lot, shrugging off the blanket that someone had placed around her shoulders. She wasn't cold, she was anxious.

 She didn't know what was happening and couldn't even believe that she was not a part of the action. Weiss' words were losing their hold and all she could do was wait.

Nervous energy filled her entire body until she felt as if her nervousness was coming out of every pore and she strained her eyes to watch the tiny trickle of people walking out the doors. She felt a sigh of relief when she recognized the gawky frame of Marshall being led out in no apparent injury and felt her heart settle a little more when she saw her father walk out the doors even with a discouraged look on his face.

She stood on her tiptoes, looking for the blond head that she knew would be around somewhere. She felt sudden happiness fill her heart, as if she knew that freedom was close and that she would finally be the one to receive it. Perhaps Weiss was right in saying that this goal had already be accomplished and that she should now look to the next ones.

And they included Vaughn.

Her smiled faltered a bit when she didn't see him or anyone his size in her sightline but was heartened when she saw the circle form around the building, blocking off all the exits of the building.

Victory was so close.

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The voice on the megaphone was Kendall's. "Arvin Sloane, come out with your hands behind your head."

And it surprised everyone when he did. He walked simply and surely out of the shadow and protection of the doorway until one shoulder and his face was in plain view. One arm was behind his head, the other shrouded from view.

And it seemed as if everything went in slow motion. Sydney watched his mouth move in one last speech.

His eyes found hers and she shuddered at his fatherly smile. His voice was still benevolent if laced with a bitterness she had not heard before.

"I trusted you Sydney. I loved you like my own daughter. But I suppose loyalties don't exist anymore. And I guess one fiancé wasn't enough to teach you not to betray me."

His words became more and more stressed as fear filled her heart. Biting her lips in order to keep her tears at bay, she once more looked over the crowd, begging with her entire soul that he might be out there.

"So you are looking for someone? I'm surprised. You should know that this isn't the time to bluff." He walked out further and then her breath stopped. Though one arm was indeed behind his head, the other was stretched out, his hand holding a gun, pointing at someone was standing behind the door.

Don't shoot. It was a mental message to everyone, a message containing fear and a sudden desperation.

And before anyone could make a decision, a single shot rang out in the air, followed by the thud of a falling body.

And Sydney's noiseless scream.

TBC

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