Disclaimer: So, we've come to the end of this story, but do I now own Alias. Nope, not now and most likely not ever. But hey, one can dream!

A/N: thank you so much to all my loyal reviewers I could not have reached here without your support. In fact it was you guys who convinced me not to stop at my one parter's partner. Without further ado, here is the long awaited conclusion….

Epilogue

Sydney's POV

I strode into the CIA my pace a brisk walk as I focused my attention on getting to one man. Michael Vaughn. I wanted him to have my report so I could give my letter of resignation. I found him sitting at his desk, in front of his computer wearing a suit. I hurried over and he spotted me when I was within 3 feet of him.

"Sydney! Welcome back!" he greeted.

I wondered why he acted like he hadn't gone to Paris, but I brushed it off quickly eager to leave. "Hey Vaughn, are you ready to type it up?" I asked.

Vaughn pulled out a seat and I sat on it.

Vaughn pushed his chair towards mine and in a whisper he asked me, "Syd, what happened back in Paris?"

I crossed my arms. "I assume the information you want me to tell you right now, is information you will not be writing down. If you fail to be writing this down that would go against the rules, now wouldn't it?" I retorted.

"Ok," Vaughn asked pulling up his chair to the computer as he prepared to type up the report. "What really happened on the mission?"

"I got the information eventually on how to take down the Covenant through Sark and through another source." I told him as he typed it down.

"Ok, Syd, not only is that not elaborate, but I do not believe that is completely what happened. So Sydney, I'm going to ask you and I want a real answer. What else happened there? Truthfully." He demanded as he lowered his voice.

"Truthfully? I gave into temptation," I told him smirking. "and he was better in bed then you'll ever be."

Vaughn's face revealed a look of surprise, sadness, and horror. He pushed back his seat as he tried to understand what I had just told him.

"Goodbye Michael. Don't look for me at work anymore." I told him getting up to turn in my letter of resignation.

Vaughn got up to talk to me, but sat back down when he noticed my ring.

I passed Weiss on my way to Dixon's office and from the look on his face, I could tell he'd heard what I said.

"So, you're leaving?" he asked.

"Yeah, look I'm gonna stay in touch with my dad, but most likely not anyone else because they'll easily give my new address to Vaughn,. I want to give it to you because you're my friend, but I wasn't sure, I just, I need to start over sever most of my connections here." I told him.

"Say it aian't so Syd, say it aian't so." he joked before turning serious. "I wont tell him, if you keep in touch with me, so did you bring me back anything?"

"ummmm…" I started. Crap, I forgot souvenirs for people! I thought frantically. "yes, I brought you pictures and the knowledge that France, can be really boring if you don't have someone special with you."

"So, Sark? Will?" he asked referring to my ring.

"Sark." I told him smiling.

"It's nice to see you happy again. So, It's great, as long as your happy." he told me.

"look, I have something else for you." I informed him digging in my pocket. "This is the number of a friend of mine, who would love to go out with you. And here's her picture." I took out the picture and handed it to him.

He smiled. "thank you Syd."

"Your welcome, trust me, you'll really like her." I told him. "I gotta go now." Giving him a hug, I continued onto Dixon's office.

"Bye Sydney." he told me.

"bye." I echoed.

I knocked before entering Dixon's office.

Dixon's POV

I was viewing the information Sydney sent me when I herd a knock on the door. Telling them to come in, I returned my attention to the computer screen and the paper work.

"Hello Dixon." Sydney greeted me.

"Hello Sydney." I replied. "So, rumors are going around that your leaving the CIA. Are those rumors true?" I asked, setting down the information in my hand.

She paused before answering me. "Yes, yes they are. I am going to start a new life and I'd appreciate it if the CIA would not track me down when I do. I do not want to get stuck in this life forever, and I'd cherish it if the CIA respected my wishes. I have served my country for far longer than I originally had planned and now my time here is over. Here is my letter of recognition."

"Is it because of agent Vaughn, because if it is , we can move you to a different branch or," I started frantically.

"Dixon, stop please, I'm not staying in this line of work where you constantly lie and have to worry about terrorist using your family and loved ones as leverage. Please don't ask me to." She pleaded.

"Look Sydney, whether you like it or not, you are a great agent, quite possibly, one of our greatest assets ever because of the high percentage of completed missions and dedication. You have to understand that we don't want to lose that . I don't want to lose you. Sydney, you are one of the only people here who understand how grateful I am to be working here because of what happened at Sd-6. You, Marshall and I are the only ones who truly do. I'm not too sure about Marshall though, because not only were you my partner, but the sense of trust and belonging we felt there. So dedicated to Sloane only to have him take way people we loved and then a chance to make him pay. Sydney, if you leave, it'll feel like I'm all alone. I could only stand to face that fact that Sloane had been pardoned because I knew that one day you and I would find a reason to nail his ass. Please don't take that away from me." I pleaded. Tears were welling in my eye as I tried to blink them back. She can't do this to me, why is she doing this? Please stay Syd. I pleased silently.

"I'm sorry Dixon, but I need to, I have to." Sydney defended.

"If you want to leave, the CIA can't stop you. If you ever change your mind, you can come back to work for us, anytime at all." I told he , going to give her a hug. "Goodbye Sydney, have fun."

"Ok, I will, bye Dixon." she echoed. She turned to leave when I noticed the ring.

Sydney's POV

"Can I walk you out to your car?" Dixon asked.

"Sure." I answered before walking out to the parking lot.

"How is your dad taking this?" Dixon asked.

"He's happy that I'm getting out of this life. He's not to happy about my choice though." I informed him as a limo pulled up.

"Congratulations Sydney. It's ok, I don't need to know who. As long as it's not Sloane or Sark." Dixon reassured me.

"I, uh, think you actually need to know because he proposed and I said yes. I haven't felt this way about anybody, not Danny, Vaughn, Will, Noah, not anybody. I love him and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. You're my friend, so I need your blessing for this marriage, I need it Dixon. I really do."

"Who is it?" he questioned, the tone in his voice revealed his worry over my fiancé's name.

"Sark." I told him backing towards the hummer limo as the backdoor opened.

"I wont condone you getting married to Sark! He is a terrorist who will corrupt your mind! Is he why you're leaving the CIA! Don't listen to that bastard! He's no good for you! He is just using you! Please Syd, we need you more than he does. I need you. Please, he is just using you. Sark doesn't love you!" Dixon pleaded.

'Hello Marcus." a voice called from inside the limo.

"Hello Sark." Dixon answered.

"Saying things about people behind their back is not a sign of being brave, strong, and upfront, contrary to CIA popular belief. Now, if you'll excuse me, my fiancé needs to get in the limo and you're in her way." Sark retorted.

"You'd be lucky to have her and if you do anything to her, you'd better believe that the CIA and especially Agent Vaughn, Agent Weiss, Agent Bristow, and I will be riding you for the rest of your life." Dixon threatened.

"That's all fine and dandy, because it's never going to happen." Sark told him as I got into the limo.

Last few minutes from Marvin's (the driver) POV

I pulled the limo up to the area Mr. S, formally known as Mr. Vaughn had instructed me. I spotted the young lady soon after.

"Congratulation, k, I need know who. Long Sloane and Sark." I heard a man say on the other side of the window.

"I think you need because I said yes. I felt this body, not Danny, Vaughn, Noah. I love and I want to spend with him. You're my niece, I need your… for this. I need it Dixon. I really do!" the girl pleaded.

Ok, maybe just the girl is kinky. I reasoned.

"Who is it?" the man asked.

"Sark" the girl answered.

"I wont condone you to Sark! He da dearest who corrupt mine! Is his, why, leaving ze eye, ey? Don't do that bastard! He is using! Please Syd! We use you! I need you! He is using! He doesn't love!" the guy pleaded.

She's actually falling for this? She really is kinky. I thought.

"Hello Carcass." Mr. S greeted.

"Hello Dark." the man answered.

"Saying bout people's behinds Cher back is a sign of being grave, wrong, nub grunt, canary to sea, ey beef! Now excuse me, my needs to get it on in limo is underway." Mr. S. retorted.

What did I tell him the other day? Oh well, it is now his limo. I reflected.

"You'll get lucky, have her, and do anything to her. You'd better believe that da sea and specially gent Yawn, bent Rice, Agent Bristow, and I will be riding you for the rest of your life." Dixon told Mr. S.

Wow, talking about the freakiest of the freaks. I wondered.

"Find dandy because it's going to happen!" Mr. S. reassured the guy.

I heard the door close and when I couldn't see the girl anymore I assumed she had entered the limo.

Wow, their freaky, but hey, as long as I'm getting paid.

Sark's POV

"So, how did everyone take it?" I asked Sydney as soon as she got into the limo and I told Marvin to drive.

"Well, my dad, was himself. Weiss was cool about it, seeing as how I promised to stay in touch with him, Marshall was doing something… unique for me, Vaughn, was… being himself" She started, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"you mean, being an asshole?" I translated.

"Basically," she agreed. "Dixon was, I just, I feel so bad. Dixon told me some things that I could relate to. And, afterwards, I, I, I felt so bad about it. You don't even have a clue the kind of guilt I'm feeling. Even if I described it to you, it wouldn't be the same because you werent there. You wont be affected the same way. "

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Just-" Sydney began before her cell phone rang.

Sydney's POV

I picked up my phone, opening it up, and pressing it to my ear. "hello?"

"Hello Sydney. You have to stay. You remember when I told you about the petition I was gonna get and you thought I was joking? Well, not that I'm not a funny man, well, at least think I can be, not that everyone would necessarily think that, do they? Well any-who, why do people say any-who? It makes you wonder… wow you haven't yelled my name and told me to shut up yet. It's marvelous, you know what else is marvelous?" He informed me.

"Marshall!" I yelled.

"Ok, anyways, I got 200 people to sign my "Keep Agent Sydney Bristow here and away from certain people. And the goal was 200 people so now you have to stay. I mean, I liked the pictures and you're a godmother to my son, you have to stay. He needs his godmother here to help guide us in guiding him. Please, it's not fair." Marshall pleaded.

"Bye Marshall." I told him hanging up the phone. I closed my eyes as not only felt tears begin to fall, but I also felt Sark wrap his arms around me and rest his head on mine cooing, You'll thank yourself later, love."

"I'm not to sure about that." I mumbled.

"I know because I've learned; I know we're destined to be together just like we were destined to work together. People CHANGE, things go wrong; shit happens, but life goes ON. It's ok. 'Nuff said." he told me kissing me.

"Can I say one last thing?" I asked him, breaking the kiss.

"Sure."

"God bless your mama." I grinned kissing him and leaving behind the world of espionage, lies, pain and deceit.

EL FIN!!!

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