Disclaimer: I don't Alias, if I did there would be some tremendously perceptible revolutionizes in the show… and the fans would love em!

Dedication: To bbclarinetgurl aka Naughty/nice/brilliant

A/N: Heh, here you go, enjoy. This chapter will be kinda long because the next chapter will be the epilogue. Heh, I love when I utilize words that people don't comprehend in my story, makes me feel special.

Chapter 13~ Straightforward answers from the puppeteer himself

***Sark's POV***

"So, Sydney, I suppose I owe you some answers." he started opening the door to the apartment. He heard the sound of someone rummaging around through their belongings. Drawing his gun he furtively walked into the bedroom hoping to surprise the intruder. The 'trespasser' turned out to be Sydney looking through her things.

"I was looking for keys, to go after Sloane. It'd be easier than running around on foot in a city I'm not really proverbial with." Sydney lied through her teeth. If Sark noticed this he didn't comment on it. "So, what were you saying about answers?"

"I have some papers that your mother gave to me, Rambaldi wrote things on them explanations for some things. Some of it is illegible, but you can still comprehend the overall value." Walking over to the same drawer that Sydney had pulled her clothes out of his groped around in it until he found what he was looking for. Pulling out several sheets of worn paper, he read them out loud to Sydney.

***Sydney's POV***

Sydney sat down on the bed smelling a familiar scent on it- a rose.

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"Julian, how come you never gave me a pet name?" Sydney complained walking into the room. Sark was sitting on the bed typing some up on his laptop. Looking up at Sydney, Sark closed it quickly, "Huh? Well because I didn't sense the importance of it."

"But, I want something special. A name that only you call me, or that only you and me know the importance of it." she explained.

"Ok, well I'm not gonna called you giggles or sweetie or anything along those lines; so those are out. So if that's what you want then I won't call you anything at all. " He warned her.

"Well, what if I borrowed your name?" Sydney asked sitting on the bed.

"You want me to call you Julian?" he asked confused.

"No, I want the female spin-off of it- Julia." she smiled as she repeated the name. A smile grew on Julian's face as he too repeated the name liking how it sounded on his lips.

"But, Syd- Julia, You can't just have that, it's not a special name. Too many people have that name. Your name must be innovative and extraordinary." Sark reasoned. Suddenly thinking of a quote that she frequently said, 'A rose will prick you, but I will do far worse.' He tried out 'Julia Rose', but it seemed weird, too jovial, and too pompous, as if he called her that Sydney would become air headed. So he mutated the name and wound up with- "Julia Thorn." Sark smiled, now if only he could- Aww yes, adding one last exceptional touch, but without changing the pronunciation of the name (he liked how it sounded) he came up with, "Julia Thorne. I like it, what about you baby?" Her answer was simply a grin before kissing him.

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***Dixon's POV***

"Yes sweetie." she said beaming. "I just can't believe I'm talking to you again. I thought I had lost you," she declared giving him a huge bear hug.

"Me too, Diane, me too." he replied. Taking her hand and briskly walking towards a CIA issued car hurrying so that he could hurry up and get his wife debriefed; so that he could bring his wife home to their kids.

***Vaughn's POV***

Michael awoke with a groan and groped around the floor. He suddenly opened his eyes wide in alarm as he felt a piece of paper beneath his hands. Picking it up off the ground he instantly recognized the handwriting. It wasn't a long and extensive note; in fact it only had 3 words on it. Those 3 words meant a lot to him. After reading the note he looked around in panic wondering where she was. He had to tell someone. Remembering his walkie-talkie, he turned it on and pressed the talk button.

"Hello, this is agent Vaughn, every agent be on the alert; Agent Reed just left me a note. The note, however, just might link her to Derevko." He turned off the radio and with a heavy sigh he reread what his wife had written in the short and simple note-

Truth takes time.

***Lauren's POV***

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"Are you sure you want to take this job?" a woman asked in a no-nonsense tone. They were standing in a barely lit room. The walls appeared to be gray and they were occupying what appeared to be a warehouse. There were no boxes, or anything else in it, and except for 3 lone figures the room was stripped of everything.

"Yes." Lauren said not blinking.

"Are you sure Miss Reed? Because all actions have consequences… and it is very easy to become emotionally attached on this mission. Becoming emotionally involved can cause people to become emotionally attached, and that makes you weak. So, I shall ask you once more, are you, Miss Reed, 100% completely confident you want this mission." the woman said obviously knowing that this mission would have hitches in it.

"Yes, I, Lauren Reed, am 100% confident that I want this mission." Lauren answered her.

"So, then I take it you will not fail me?" the woman asked again.

"No, I shall not fail you Irina." Lauren answered accidentally slipping in the woman's first name.

"You shall refer to me as either Derevko or boss, never, never shall you refer to me as Irina. Is that clear?" Irina barked at her.

"Yes, boss. It is clear." Lauren said halfheartedly.

"That is all. You are dismissed." Irina said and with a flick of her hand indicated to Lauren that she should leave.

Walking out of the room, passing the guard, Lauren stepped into another room and watched lustfully and yearningly as a blonde man in a suit walked out confidently and briskly out of the room in which she was walking into. The moment she came into his view their eyes locked for about a minute even after they passed each other. But just as soon as it had started the connection ended and the man continued on his way. Stepping quietly up to a guard she asked him who the man was.

"His name is of no importance. However seeing as how you two may be working together in the near future I suppose you could know his Alias. You may call him Sark," the man informed her.

Hmm Sark and Lauren, Lauren and Sark, Laurie and Sark. Smiling she decided to herself that that sounded good to her ears. She needed to find out as much about him as possible.

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***Winchendon's POV***

"Sir?" he asked uncertainly. "Could you please clarify?"

"Don't worry about not understanding, you shall comprehend everything soon. But, by then it may be too late." was all Sloane would say.

***Sark's POV***

"I have found out through a prophecy that I shall die when I am 47. So now, I shall make 47 and important number in my life…" Sark scanned the paper for what he was looking for. "This woman has angered a Sovereign, and so therefore, he shall make her pay. It will hurt more if she makes the same mistake this time around. It shall be thousands of years before the revenge takes place, but it shall when the skies are exactly as they were that night. She shall have to choose between-" Sark stopped reading. "What, what is it?"

"So, this whole prophecy is all about some ruler from the past getting his revenge on my afterlife?" Sydney asked.

"Hold on, let me see. She shall have to choose between love and sensibility. But every rose has its thorns and things are not always what they appear to be. She shall affect the lives those unfortunate souls and will not realize the correct choice until she has lost 3 people close to her. Whatever her choice maybe there will be who will suffer because of it- both physically and mentally. And if this woman still has the heart in the fight then her alliances shall become more powerful then ever imagined. But, for- I can't read the next two words." Sark complained.

"Then just skip them." Sydney suggested.

"She shall be able to be easily persuaded to the other side. If that takes place then she shall unleash a power so great she shall be unstoppable. Her previous allies shall be afraid to exterminate her, for they shall believe she can be saved. But, if she is wholly swayed, she shall never turn back. There is only one way to prevent this from happening-" Sark stopped, eyeing Sydney. Her hands were on her knees and she was eagerly leaning forward. After a minute when Sark didn't continue Sydney gave Julian a look of confusion.

"What's wrong? Is that all of it?" she asked.

"It goes on, but it's in a language I don't know." Sark admitted his face turning a little red showing his embarrassment at his lack of knowledge.

"Sark," Sydney said slowly deciding to change the subject, "What if hypothetically, I was getting certain flashbacks?"

Sark cocked one eyebrow up knowingly. "Depends on just what exactly you were remembering." She smiled as he traced his forefinger down her face.

"Can I see the paper for a sec?" Sydney asked. Sark complied and compiled all of the papers together. She scanned it and soon realized that she didn't understand anymore of it then Sark. "Screw it." she said frustrated.

Sark smirked at her reply to her confusion on the subject. On the ground close to the bed, lay Sydney's walkie-talkie.

***Dixon's POV***

Vaughn had stumbled back to the van and was being helped by his friend Eric Weiss. It had been more than 30 minutes since Vaughn had informed them about Lauren and still no sign of Sydney. He ran into the van and ordered Marshal to track her walkie-talkie. It didn't take him long to track it back to Rome.

***Lauren's POV***

Her cheeks still gave away the fact that she had been crying. She was driving in a black KIA SUV. Her eyes focused on the road. Damn revenge. When her and Sark had been assigned to a few missions together it didn't take long for her to take a liking to him. Irina always questioned her willingness to do a mission with Sark since it seemed that whenever she went on one with him she always showed off or him. Just to get him to notice her, except they were usually spur of the moment, stupid, and thoughtless moves that cost them information, recruits, weapons, you name it. But, when she wasn't showing off for him, they made a great team. Irina didn't like them getting too friendly with each other. Which is why some cruel fate had made it so that he was seeing a certain Sydney Bristow. But, she also seemed to have a French, boyfriend back in L.A.; since that day she vowed that since Sydney had taken away Sark she was gonna take away Vaughn. It wasn't fair; she couldn't have both of them. She never thought she would actually get so damn fond of him. She should have taken off the ring and ended the whole charade, she was pretty sure that it wouldn't matter that the CIA would probably arrange a divorce for him since he would obviously want one. A tear threatened to fall and before she knew it she found herself at a house. It was a very familiar house; but one that she now loathed, and the person who lived inside of it. Hurrying to the gas station she bought a few red gas containers and filled them up. She bought a few other items and hurried back to the house. Walking around the house clandestinely she smashed open a window and threw some gas in it. Repeating this a few times she poured the remainder of the gas on the house and a little on the grass and a tree nearby just to be safe. Then she lit a few matches and threw them on the gas before jumping out of the way. Running into her car she drove away from the now burning house. As she drove away all she could think of was- Oh dear God, what have I done?

***Sydney's POV***

"Sark" She said reclining on the bed. "Can we talk about this later? I'm tired." she lied closing her eyes and yawning to emphasize her point.

"Sure" he answered planting a kiss on her lips and lying down beside her. He subconsciously started stroking her hair until he fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

Sydney blinked and looked down at the sleeping figure, he was so trusting. She laid her head down on the pillow not wanting to wake him.

***Dixon's POV***

He looked at his wife who was sleeping in the car. They already had a few agents on their way to Rome, including Weiss and Vaughn, to bring back Sydney. What the hell are you doing there Syd? Dixon wondered nervously. They would have to answer for this, and he didn't know how he was going to manage to answer that.

***Diane's POV***

Diane looked at the ground, wondering if she should tell her husband. Tomorrow, she decided, she would tell him about Lauren's loyalties tomorrow. But, he doesn't need to know about me, come on, he looked so happy. She argued silently. Then that settles it, I will never tell him about me, and everyone will live happily ever after; except Lauren.

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