Chapter 13

"Sir, we have no Concord planes leaving at this time. It hasn't flown in a month." the airline attendant replied in an irritated manner.

"Listen why don't you get your boss, Raishrie Dugrey over here. Maybe she can help me while you enjoy your cakes and ale." Sark said as calmly as he possibly could. Concord was the fastest plane, and he was determined to be on it because he was running out of time.

"That person is no longer in association with this airline." The airline attendant replied.

At that moment a woman walked out of double doors towards the two men. She had long, silky black hair, and an exotic caramel complexion in a crimson colored mid thigh-length dress.

"John, it's alright. Help Mr. Sark in anyway possible. He's an old friend of mine." The woman replied, "Julian, I'm sorry, but the government is onto me, and I have to be very discrete. Once I realized it was you I decided to come out here and help you in any manner. What else do you need?"

"Raishrie, can you gather a tactical team of five people?" Sark asked.

"Turn around, slowly." The voice threaten ferociously.

Reiji turned to come face to face with Nadia, he had never seen her in such a site as she was in now. She had always been calm, cool, and collective; the perfect picture of composure, like her parents had always been. The woman standing in front of him now reminded him of a tiger. She had a graceful posture, her body didn't reveal how Nadia felt; even a rabbit would feel safe around her at this very moment. Unfortunately, her eyes and the curve of her mouth did.

"Nadia, we must go now." Sloane had appeared from behind the corner.

Nadia turned to face her father, " I'll be on the plane soon," she looked back and with one wicked smirk she shouted to a guard a few yards away, "Take care of him, will you? And make it look like an accident."

With a flick of her hair, she about-faced and ran after her father.

"Irina, Katya, forgive me," were the last words Reiji uttered before his body lay bludgeoned and broken.

"Leave him here, the locals will believe he fell from the roof." The head-guard replied.

Nyah laid tied up in a corner in a dark room listening to Alandria rant and rave about life.

"Your father could have married me, if his stupid cousin hadn't gone and gotten herself killed. It's been 17 years and he is still afraid to get close to anyone."

Nyah just closed her eyes and squeaked a reply. If she was ever going to get out of this mess, she was going to need Alandria to go to sleep or leave the room.

"So, how'd you do it?" Alandria asked menacingly, " How did you get Sark to care and love. I mean he's probably half-way here by now. I mean, he supposedly loved me, he wanted to marry me, but he left. He wrote a letter, that's how much he thought of me. But it's all right, it's all gonna change, and do you know why? I've got you, mi amor."

Alandria's face was inches away from Nyah's face. Alandria's eyes burned with a newborn furry that had never been there before. For the first time in Nyah's short life, she shook with fear. It wasn't just fear, but rather trepidation; she saw this as an omen for things to come.

The CIA raced like a bat out of hell towards two planes. Two teams of three were to extract the little girl. The CIA would have been out of it jurisdiction if this was any other little girl, but since this girl was foretold by Rambaldi they were heading to Vancouver in full force. Jack, Marshall, and Dixon were on one team and Vaughn, Weiss, and newly reinstated CIA, Sydney Bristow, were on the other team.

"Our mission is to bring Alandria into custody, and save Nyah. Any questions?" was the last thing Dixon had said before everyone headed into the planes.

"You better hope I don't run into, Alandria," Sydney ferociously vowed to herself , "I will hurt you in ways you can't even imagine."

Sark was now in Vancouver with a team of six, including himself. They had finally reached Fake Street.

"Sir," one of the team members spoke up, "this is a two mile street. I think someone must have known you were coming."

"What's your point?" Sark asked threateningly.

"All of the houses have '1234', on them." The team member replied meekly.

"We also have coordinates," another team member spoke up, "if these coordinates are right, then exactly one mile up this street should lead us to the house."

"Can you feel it, Nyah? Can you feel him? Julian is near. I can always tell when he's near me. The butterflies in my stomach begin to move around, and the hair on the back of my neck stands up. I also get this warm feeling inside, like nothing can touch me." Alandria babbled while rubbing her stomach.

The little girl just lay quietly trying conserve her energy, in case a chance to escape should appear.

"You know, I found out I was pregnant a week before your father left for Russia. I was so happy! I could feel my baby growing strong. 'You are going to have a boy', the shaman told me. He would have had your father's eyes and complexion, and my hair color and smile. I hadn't even gotten a chance to tell him. The day after he left, I had a miscarriage. But I can put all of that behind me, I can even get used to the idea of having you as a daughter. Just as long as Julian and I have our own." Alandria called dreamily.

Just then there was a knock on the door.

"I'll be back, I wonder who this could be?" Alandria said to the little girl before bouncing away.

Nyah began to work on her ropes.

Sark watched the door slowly creep open, he immediately came face to face with Alandria.

"Oh, Julian, it's so good to see you." Alandria cried before she noticed the men in a dark vehicle, "Who are your friends, sweetie? You didn't tell me we were having company over?"

"Where is my daughter?" Julian cut straight to the point.

"She's safe… for now," Alandria answered ominously.

Sark grabbed Alandria by the throat and pushed her up against the wall, " Are you threatening me?!"

Alandria didn't even try to fight back, "No, but I am offering you a proposition. If you marry me and have kids to make up for … She'll go unharmed."

"Make up for what?" Sark asked.

"My, my, my, Sark, you do work fast," a voice called behind Sark.

Sark Let go of Alandria to turn around. Standing in the door way was no other than Sloane and Nadia.

"Is everyone alright?" Sydney asked worriedly. The plane carrying her, Weiss, and Vaughn had crashed about 2 miles away from Fake Street.

"This was definitely set up." Weiss said looking at a broken propeller bobbing in the water.

"If it was set up, why didn't it crash sooner? We can probably still make it to the house." Vaughn stated.

"Were not going to get anywhere if we sit here scratching our heads and trying to figure this out. We have to leave now, or it might be too late." Sydney yelled viciously. Sydney headed towards the wreckage and found a thirty-foot rope. She pulled it out and looked across the river.

"This rope should be long enough to build a rope bridge." She cried.

Vaughn tied the rope around his waist and swam across to the bank and tie his end onto a large tree. Sydney helped Weiss tie their end of the rope onto a tree. The rope was now outstretched across the width of the river. Sydney clipped a clip that was around her waist onto the rope. Sydney then brought her knees up to the rope, and as she placed one of her hands in front of the other as she pulled all of her body weight. As Vaughn looked on he couldn't determine if it was the fact that Sydney was lightweight, or her determination that got her across so quickly.

It was Weiss's turn now. He raised onto his tiptoes and grabbed the rope. Once he had the rope, he brought his knees close to the rope and he clipped himself on. He too pulled himself over the river rather quickly.

"Good, let's go!" Sydney whispered before the three were off into the night.

The second CIA plane was lucky enough to make it all the way without any problems. They landed a half a mile away from 1234 Fake Street. They landed on top of a five story building. After landing, Jack tied a

Forty-foot rope onto a duct on the rooftop. The then turned around and grab the rope. He clipped himself onto the rope, and put on a helmet. He proceeded to walk backwards until he reached the edge of the roof he let enough rope go so that he was perpendicular to the roof top edge, and then he descended, letting little amounts of the rope go at a time, and every-so-often, allowing his body to get closer to the wall for balance. The rope was a little shorter than he would have liked it to be, so he had about five feet to free fall.

Next, Marshall clipped himself onto the rope, and he lined up to the edge just as he had seen Jack do. This was his first time doing anything like this.

"What ever you do, just don't scream. We want to get in and out without anyone noticing us. Loosen your grip on the rope when you want to fall and tighten your grip on the rope when you want to stop falling." Dixon whispered.

Marshall nodded, and then descended. He was fine, until he had to free fall. He closed his eyes and held his breath, Jack help Marshall keep his balance.

It was Dixon's turn now. Dixon clipped on and headed to the edge. He descended until he came to the end of the rope. He then proceeded to free fall. The pilot of the plane pulled the rope up and left. If the pilot was needed again he would be radioed by Jack. As the pilot started the plane, he scraped it against the building. He came down to rope to meet up with Jack, Dixon, and Marshall, "There's a gas leak, lets move!"

"Let's go." Dixon called as the four men race off into the foreboding night.

"I wonder Sark, did Alandria tell you everything?" Nadia asked.

"Oh relax, your henchmen are long knocked out. They'll be out for a few good weeks." Sloane replied.

Nadia grabbed Alandria's hair slamming Alandira's head into the wall. Nadia then went to punch Alandria, but Alandria cupped her hand around Nadia's fist. Alandria then digged her nails into Nadia's flesh. A split second later Alandria had Nadia pined to the floor. Nadia's arm was twisted behind her back. Alandria then pushed Nadia's twisted arm as far as she could get it. Nadia's arm had broken.

Sloane pulled out a gun to shoot Sark, but Sark had dodged the potentially fatal bullet just in time.

In the basement Nyah shuddered, the great foretold war had just started.

"All of these houses have the same number on them, how can we tell which one Alandria's in?" Weiss asked.

Just then he, Vaughn, and Sydney heard a gunshot, and ran to that house.

As soon as they reached inside the house, they noticed the blood. Laying on the floor was a dying Alandria.

"I'm sorry Julian, I should have told you about our son, I had the miscarriage the day after you left." Alandria whimpered. Sark was near enough to hear. As he turned towards her, he saw her eyes grow dim and vacant. Alandria death was all the distraction Sloane needed to hit Sark with a crushing blow to the abdomen.

Sydney ran up to fight Sloane but Nadia blocked, "If you want to get to my father, your going to half to get through me."

"All of these houses have the same address. We've check them all, and Alandria is nowhere in sight," Dixon said annoyed.

Marshall pulled out a Palm Pilot. He fiddled around on it for five minutes before he made a face.

"What is it?" Jack asked.

"This is 1234 Fake Street South, we must get to 1234 Fake Street North. It's so far away, we'll never make there before daybreak." Marshall said gravely.

Sark had lost his balance, but by the time he got to his feet, he had noticed that three CIA agents had joined the fight. That pretty boy, Michael, was now fighting Sloane, and Weiss was now running up to Sark.

Alandria's old fiancé and her new fiancé now stood face to face for the first time. No matter what had happened to both men to get to this point, their was still a small part of both of them that still loved her. Sark was now faced with the fact that maybe the stress of him leaving for Russia is what may have caused Alandria's miscarriage all those years ago. Eric was now faced with the fact that he was in love with a traitor who was still partly in love with Sark.

Eric was the first to move, he punched Sark in the mouth. Sark got up and just as Eric's foot came at Sark, Sark caught it and twisted it. Eric lost his balance for a second. He hit Sark in the back, sending Sark into the ground. Sark had to admit, Weiss was a good fighter, but then again Sark was holding back.

Sydney and Nadia raise off of the floor at the same time. They had seemed to be evenly matched.

Nadia acted as if her arm wasn't even broken. Nadia kicked Sydney in the chest. Sydney went back only a little, even though she was out of breath, Sydney got closer to her sister.

Nadia was punched in the nose. She groaned a little, but fought hard.

Nyah had just finished loosening the knot around her wrists and was now working on the knots on her ankles. Although she couldn't see what was happening upstairs, since she was in the basement, she could feel the abhorrence fueling the war just above her.

Nadia had grabbed for a knife as she lunged toward Sydney. Sydney hadn't had time to get out of the way, and she was stabbed near her shoulder. Sydney grabbed for the nearest thing, a lamp, and hurled it at Nadia's head. Nadia was hit, and although she wouldn't back down, she was obviously knocked off guard.

Seeing this, Sydney punched Nadia in the face and shoulder. Nadia tripped Sydney as Sydney pounced toward Nadia. Sydney had lain on the ground visibly dazed, but as Nadia crept up Sydney kicked Nadia in the stomach. Nadia yelped and some how found the strength to fight on.

Sydney kicked Nadia in the chest as Nadia sprang at Sydney. As Sydney raised her leg to kick Nadia for a second time, Nadia caught Sydney's leg, and swung it in such a way that Sydney lost her balance and fell. Nadia snuck up with a knife in her hand to Sydney's throat.

"I guess we know who was meant to win," Nadia smirked. Sydney could hardly breathe. She couldn't believe she was going to die like this.

With what was left of her strength, Sydney kicked Nadia in her face. Nadia dropped the knife next to a stool as pained exploded from her face. Still, she acted like she couldn't feel a thing.

This time when Nadia lunged at Sydney, Sydney jumped up and did a split-kick in the air. The kick landed squarely in the middle on Nadia chest. Nadia walked wobbly backwards and fell with such a force that the knife she had so clumsily dropped before went into her back.

Between gasps she pleaded, "How could you do this to your own sister."

"You would have killed me if I had given you a chance," was the only thing Sydney could think to say to her sister. Sydney watched with tears in her eyes as she saw the fiery ember of her sister's dark chocolate-colored eyes grew faint.

She wiped her tears and looked around to get her bearing. Most of the fight, Sydney had seen, had been taken outside into the street. That didn't matter anymore to Sydney. Sydney had fulfilled the prophecy, she and her sister had fought. The only thing Sydney cared about now was finding her daughter. Sydney began to climb the stairs of the three-story house.

The fight was mostly over outside. The CIA was the overall victor. They arrested all of Sloane's and Sark's goons. Even Sloane was caught. Only Weiss and Sark were unaccounted for. It was now midnight. Jack, the pilot, and Dixon had joined in the fight. Marshall did close-line a guy working for Sark. The man was running away from Dixon at the time.

Vaughn couldn't stand the waiting any longer so he headed toward the house.

Dixon held him back, "This is something she's got to do alone."

Jack hadn't listened, though. He hadn't heard a word Dixon said. All Jack could think about was getting into the house to save Sydney.

When Jack entered the living room, he noticed Alandria's body. There was a lot of blood on the floor, but everyone was wounded in someway. He continued up the stairs, listening to the sound of Sydney's voice.

He found her on the second floor in a room with a crisp white crib. Sydney's eyes welled up, but she held them back.

"Dad, help me look for Nyah," she paused for a good minute, "I killed Nadia. She's lying on the living room floor."

Jack looked deeply into his daughter's eyes, " Are you sure?"

"Yes," Sydney sobbed.

"Her body isn't down stairs." Jack answered.

"Hello Sydney," a voice called from behind.

Julian lay over the body of an unconscious Weiss. Instead of sleying Weiss, Sark chose to stay close to the house. Even though there were only 6 CIA officers in front of the house, most were as highly trained as he was, so Sark decided he'd sneak around the back.

"Don't worry sis, you and I will never have to worry about the prophecy ever again. A few years ago I sprayed this house with a chemical," Nadia began as she pulled out a lighter, "One flick and the three most important keys in Rambaldi's prophecy goes up in smoke. You, me, and Nyah."

Just as Sydney lunged to run past Nadia to look for Nyah, Jack wrapped his arms around Sydney and both of them ended up rolling to a stop just as the house blew up.

"NO! Nyah, no!" Sydney cried. She had no more fight left in her. She screamed at the top of her lungs. The explosion looked like an elaborate fireworks display.

Vaughn tried to comfort Sydney, but she just pushed him away. She let the tears roll down her cheek and off her chin unchecked.

Sark had to stifle his cries as he stood rooted to his spot next to Weiss's body. He didn't even have a chance to attempt to rescue her. He felt the loss of his unborn son, but he actually got the chance to know Nyah. He had gotten the chance to hold her, and watch her grow up. As much as he wanted to stay here and mourn the loss of his adored daughter, he knew that if he stayed the CIA would catch him. He had lost everything he cared about, what did he care. There was still apart of his old self left in him. This part told him to get away as fast as he could, and then mourn the loss of Nyah. With that Julian composed himself before calling Raishrie.

"I need your help," managed to get out without crying. After being given locations to a rendezvous point, Sark left the neighborhood leaving part of his heart and soul with the belatedly Nyah.

Jack stared at his daughter for some time with the other CIA agents in silence.

"I guess we were never meant to interfere with fate's plans," Marshall said sadly. Dixon radioed the CIA so that the group could be picked up. They later found Weiss.

In the thick trees crouching down was little Nyah looking at her mother for the last time in a long while.

"See your mother. She loves you," called one of the women sitting next to Nyah.

"When will I see mommy and daddy again?" Nyah asked.

"All in good time. Right now, why don't you stay with your grandmamma. You are as smart as your parents." Irina said smiling at the child.

"Come, come, we must leave this place before a crowd gathers." Katya called.

THE END

A/N: I would like to dedicate my first Alias fan fiction to Sarkheart.