Disclaimer: I don't own Alias, if I did why would i put it on ?

Also, Sloane didn't go trekking round the world with Nadia; she's at a safe house with him and has written out the Rambaldi equation so they can find it together.

All together now...

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A/N: ok, cuteball89, as i promised, this chapta is for you and thankyou to everyone who reviewed.

Also, cuteball89, Cruzstar, Ren201 and VaughnSydney, you guys are SO boosting my ego with ur reviews, I'm glad you like it. And thanks 4 reviewing.

This was written differently then I closed it down and because of my stupid touchpad, i clicked the wrong button when it asked me to save, so i had to rewrite. Otherwise this wud have been up sooner. Sorry.

She didn't cry. Didn't care, really. It was not only shocking, it was not Sydney. She wasn't Sydney anymore though, was she? She hadn't been Sydney in a long time. Not since she learned that her one true love besides Danny had gone and gotten married in the two years she was missing. Michael Vaughn. They had never been a good match. She was too good for him, always had been, and always would be.

She was sitting in the chair, just staring into the flames of the large fireplace. She had requested an open flame one, much like the one in her old apartment before it got burned down. She wasn't crying now, didn't even seem to be upset. That was the thing with Sydney though, you could tell when she was angry or afraid, but she'd always been able to hide pain. Even from him. Her dark hair was tied into a french plait and the loose strands that had come free were tucked behind her ear, as expected. She wasn't doing anything. Just sipping her tea (very soothing when you live on coffee and cola), but she was beautiful. No makeup, ordinary jogging bottoms and a grey t-shirt but she was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. In that moment he felt very close to the emotions he tried to shut off access to: Love, hate and fear. The three things that would get you killed in this business. If you love someone, you will do anything for them, and that is not always a good thing. If you hate someone, you let your feelings get in the way and you lose the fight. The same with fear. That's why it was only rarely that he lost a fight, because he shut off his emotions. Partly out of necessity. Partly because he was sick of pain, fear and anger controlling him. Coming back to his senses just in time, he realised what she was probably thinking about: Phase two. Phase one was killing her father, and that was complete. Now they were onto Phase two. Killing Arvin Sloane. She had been waiting for his death for five years, ever since he killed her Fiancee Danny. She had tried the CIA and five years later he was still alive. Not their fault of course, but four and a half years was still far too long to kill one man. She was going to do it herself. Some might call it revenge. But he would call it justice.

She had made a list, a list she had told him about. A list with all the names of the people that had betrayed her. A lot of them were dead, but the ones who were alive would now pay the price. She would have gone after her mother next, but she wasn't that clear on her mother's part in this fiasco, if any. And with her mother in hiding (or, if indeed even alive) there was no way of finding out until her mother realised what she (or what someone) was doing. Because, of course, there was no evidence that it was them. As far as anyone knew, Sydney had gone AWOL and he had gone into hiding. As it was, Arvin Sloane had less than 24 hours to live. But he wasn't sure what his death would mean to Sydney. She had dreamed about this for five years (supposedly) and now she was finally getting it, thanks to him. Would that change anything? Her opinion of him? Her attitude towards him? He didn't know.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, attempting to find out.

"What do you think?" was her snappy comeback.

"I suppose that was a stupid question-" he was cut off before he could finish

"Nah, you don't think? God Sark you're the one that came up with this plan of revenge for me, telling me that I'm the one killing them! What do you think I'm gonna think about?" she asked, the anger evident in her voice and on her face.

"Actually, Sydney, I believe it was your idea to do damage to the CIA, I was quite content just to complete the Rambaldi mystery, and I would be quite happy with killing them myself, I just thought as he murdered your fiancé, you might want to be the one to take him out. I'm sorry if I offended you." he stated quietly, and the calmness of his voice shocked her into silence.

After a minute, she replied with "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said any of those things. I'm just tired and angry with my dad, even if he is dead, it doesn't change what he did" she said, with a look of regret.

"It's quite alright Sydney. I've had worse believe me. Be glad Allison is dead, because a physical fight with her is bad, a verbal fight with her is much, much worse." he said with the smirk in place. He was good though. He even got her to smile for the first time since she had come here.

Hours later she was in bed asleep. He sat there watching over her, making sure nothing happened to her. Eventually he dozed off, and slept till 8:39 when she woke him up. She was wearing her running clothes, heed obviously just come back. As she changed, he went in the shower and got dressed, ready for phase two.

As they entered the safe house, she was prepared for the kill, that much was obvious. The way she moved; swift and sharp. As if she was in control. And she was. The look of ice in her eyes said that she wanted what she deserved and she would get it, no matter the price. It was a look that he had prided himself on, for perfecting it years ago. By then he had experienced more pain than her though, so it was understandable that she had only recently become cold and aloof. Become, like him, actually.

"Which way now?" she asked. The mask slipped for a second and he saw the fragile, frail woman beneath the surface. But then the look was gone, replaced with a frosty, arctic mask, and he wasn't sure that he'd truly seen it.

"Up ahead and the third on the right" he said, thinking back to the blueprints he'd memorised the night before. As they each took a side of the door, she counted down with her fingers. Three, Two, One! They burst into the room, their guns at the ready. They took down the security detail easily enough, but Sloane the humanitarian. The caring father, used his daughter as a shield.

"Let her go!" Sydney said, conviction plain in her voice.

"Sydney, Sydney, Sydney. I knew you would come. You took out your father and even though there was no physical evidence it was you, the irony of Joey's Pizza was unadorned. And as much as I deserve to die, it will not be at your hands." And with that he moved backwards, and kept going until he reached a wire that ran the length of the room and was out in the open. A fail safe.

"We helped set each other free Sydney but I know you wont rest until I'm dead. How unfortunate that your sister should also be caught in the crossfire."

With that, he took his final step. But before the charge of C4 he had designed to activate when the wire moved detonated, he caught a glimpse of fear, shock and sorrow on Nadia's face, while on Sydney's there was nothing. No remorse, no guilt, no remorse. She either didn't care, or was too shocked to reply. As the charge detonated, he had just enough time to lunge to her and pull her down behind the couch. He could feel the heat on his back as the flames flew across the top of the sofa, and the settee was moved backwards, towards them, but he stopped it with his hand.

As they got up from behind the sofa, they were met with destruction. There wasn't another word for it. Destruction. Pure and simple. The window behind the charred, burnt bodies of Nadia Santos and Arvin Sloane was completely blown out. Probably from the force of the blast. Sydney was silent, cold. She was just standing there. There wasn't any emotion on her face, but he could see she was shocked, guilty and angry.

"Come on, we have to leave" he said as gently as he could.

"Of course." She replied sternly.

As they left the building, they detonated the charge of C4 they had placed, to destroy any evidence they had been there, and any remnants of Arvin Sloane and Nadia Santos.

Well what du u think? Plz RR. Thanks! Also, sorry for any spelling mistakes or anything, I'm new at this.