Disclaimer: Surprise surprise, I don't own Alias.. or the characters.. or anything else related to the show. And I stole the title from a song by Thursday.. which also happens to be my favorite song, so don't sue meh.

A/N: Seriously, thank you a million times for the reviews. The fact that you take the time to read my story puts a smile on my face. Chapter four is done, I just have to double check it.. so it might be up later today. If not, then tomorrow.

Tomorrow I'll Be You

To say Sydney was shocked would have been an understatement. She was excited by the fact that her sister had cared enough to leave her a letter; however, extremely apprehensive as to what it might contain. And since she left a letter, Sydney had no reason to suspect that Nadia was kidnapped. Slowly, she extended her hand and took the letter. She delicately fingered the folded, yellow legal paper, unsure of whether or not she actually wanted to open it, especially in a hospital room with company. She decided to wait until she returned home to read Nadia's letter, knowing that the anxiety could very well kill her. She carefully placed the letter in her coat pocket and looked at Weiss.

"Thank you," she replied quietly.

Weiss looked at her for a moment, "Syd, are you okay? I mean, no offence, but you've been a little off lately," he paused before gently asking, "Anything you want to talk about?"

"I'm fine, Eric," she smiled, "Thanks though."

Weiss was skeptical, but let it go, "Maybe you should go home and get some rest."

When she started to protest, he cut her off, "I'll take Vaughn to my place once they let him go. We'll stop by."

Sydney sighed in defeat, "Fine."

"We'll see you in a little while," Eric said.

He heard her mumble something over her shoulder as she gathered her things and left the room.

Sydney's drive home was quiet. She refrained from turning on the radio, content to simply listen to the melody provided by light drops of rain splattering on her windshield and blending with the quiet hum of the wipers. She thought about Vaughn, Nadia, she even thought about her father. What would he be doing at that very moment? 'Probably plotting the next two years of my life,' she thought. A crash of thunder pulled Sydney from her thoughts as she pulled her car into its spot. And, luckily, as she approached the door, she was able to find the correct key before she opened it and scurried inside.

She quickly made her way to her bedroom to remove her cold, wet clothes and decided to take a quick shower. Stepping into the already scalding water, Sydney turned the cold water the rest of the way off, hoping the hot water would alleviate some of the tension in her shoulders. She tried not to think about the events of the past few days, or even the past few months. She rigorously scrubbed her skin in an attempt to wash everything away, but it was of no use; she knew that it wouldn't go away. It wouldn't even begin to go away until she had talked about it, and the only person she really wanted to talk to was Vaughn. After the hot water ran out, she stepped out of the shower in time to be greeted by the doorbell. 'Great timing, Weiss,' she thought, as she yelled, "Come in," and quickly made her way into the bedroom to change.

Sydney grabbed a towel to hastily dry her hair while she threw on some soft, gray pajama bottoms and a white camisole. She then walked into the den as she continued to towel-dry her hair.

"I'm sorry, I-" she stopped dead in her tracks, dropping the towel, as she realized who she was talking to.

Jack stood in the middle of her den, his coat drenched and dropping rain all over the hardwood floor. He nervously fumbled with his keys before looking up and speaking, "Sydney, it's imperative that I explain to you what happened."

Sydney remained standing in the hallway, debating over whether to throw him out or to lock herself in her room and cry. The last thing she wanted to do was listen to her father's 'explanation', the papers still hiding in her purse explained everything much more clearly than he ever could.

With an exasperated expression, she spat, "I thought I made it clear that I don't want to hear an explanation from you."

"Sydn-" he started.

"GET OUT NOW," she half-yelled, half-cried. Perhaps someday she would let him explain, but now was certainly not the time. Not while the wound was still fresh.

As he started to protest, the doorbell resounded once again. 'For once, Eric's timing is perfect,' she thought. She practically ran over to the door where she was greeted by Weiss and a rather worried Vaughn, and quickly ushered them inside. Weiss headed straight for the fridge in hopes of finding a beer.

"Syd?" Vaughn questioned, placing his hands on her shoulders, "Is everything okay? We heard yelling."

She smiled and pulled him into a light hug, "Yeah, everything's fine."

Weiss emerged from the kitchen with a beer and a sigh, and the three proceeded to the den where Jack was still standing.

"Hi Jack," Weiss said after an awkward pause, "I didn't know you would be here."

"He was just leaving," Sydney stated coldly.

Vaughn looked between the father and daughter, desperately wanting to know what was going on. Weiss just felt uncomfortable.

Jack looked at his shoes as he cleared his throat before looking back up at his daughter, "Yes, well, Sydney, I will need those files back soon."

She just glared at him and crossed her arms over her chest. Before leaving, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out four folded slips of paper, placing them on the kitchen counter as he made his way out the door.

"Awk-ward," Weiss stated in a singsongy voice after the front door slammed shut.

Sydney frowned at Weiss as she helped Vaughn over to the couch. As Vaughn took a seat, she walked over to the fireplace and started a fire. Despite the comfortable room temperature, the rain just seemed to make everything a little chillier than usual. Sydney walked over to the couch and took a seat on the end opposite Vaughn, bringing one leg underneath her, leaving the other to dangle off the side. She placed her elbow on the back of the couch and rested her head in her hand.

She looked at Vaughn with a thoughtful expression before placing her free hand on his forearm, "Are you comfortable?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah," he smiled, "What was going on with you and your dad?"

Sydney removed her hand from his arm and instead, wrapped it around her waist. She let out a deep sigh.

"I'll tell you about it later," she murmured, glancing at Weiss, who was messing around in the kitchen fixing three cups of coffee.

Vaughn nodded his understanding and let the subject drop. She looked at him for awhile before asking, "How are you feeling?"

He gave her a rueful smile before answering, "In what way?"

At that, she moved to the middle of the couch and pulled him into a gentle embrace, "I'm so sorry this happened to you," she whispered into his ear.

He pulled her tighter as a few stray tears escaped his eyes and slowly made their way down his cheek, mingling with her own. They stayed that way, whispering words of comfort, until Weiss entered the room with three steaming cups of coffee. He set two of the cups on the coffee table and took a seat in an overstuffed chair while Sydney and Vaughn broke apart, keeping their grips on each other's hands. They both smiled as they wiped each other's tears away while Weiss made himself comfortable. Apparently, the chair was much too overstuffed for his liking.

"So guys," Weiss started, "Tell me about Palermo."

Sydney and Vaughn exchanged glances before Sydney began. She told them both about her run in with Katya, and also what happened with Lauren. She let Vaughn explain how Lauren met her demise. By the time they were finished, Sydney thought she might have to pick Weiss's jaw up off the floor.

"So she's really dead," he said in amazement.

Vaughn tightened his grip on Sydney's hand and pulled her closer, nodding at Eric.

"Wait," Weiss said quickly, "Where were they going to take Katya? I was just at Ops and there was nothing about having her in custody."

Sydney shrugged, "I don't know, my father said-" she stopped abruptly as the pieces started to fall into place. Her father wouldn't have let Katya go. Would he? Pulling away from Vaughn, she rubbed her face with her hands and sighed. Weiss and Vaughn exchanged worried glances.

"He said what?" Weiss prompted.

Sydney stood up and began pacing, "You wouldn't understand."

Weiss was confused, "Understand what?"

"My father isn't who you think he is," she blurted out, surprising all three of them. When she walked close enough, Vaughn reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back to the couch. Weiss walked back into the kitchen to retrieve his phone, mumbling something the others couldn't make out.

"Syd," Vaughn started gently, "What's going on?"

"Not now," she said quietly.

Weiss walked back into the room, phone in hand and very confused.

"Okay," he reasoned, "You said you shot her with a tranq dart," Sydney nodded, so he continued, "Maybe she came to by the time anyone got there."

Sydney shook her head, "No, it was enough sedative to knock her out for at least twelve hours. That was plenty of time."

After a few moments of silence, Weiss dialed Dixon and explained the situation as he went in search of another beer.

With every passing minute, Vaughn grew more worried. He had heard Sydney yelling when he and Weiss arrived, and he thought about what Sydney had just said about her father. He was about to question her when Weiss walked back in.

"I'm headed to Ops, Dixon was never informed that Katya was in Palermo. You guys will be alright?"

At their nods, he walked out the door and Vaughn turned to Sydney, waiting for her to explain. She stood up, intending to find her purse, and Vaughn grabbed her arm.

"Syd, please tell me what's going on," he pleaded.

She knelt down slowly and gently caressed his cheek, "It will be easier for me to show you and answer your questions rather than try to explain something I don't fully understand."

He nodded his assent and let her go, eager to know what had her so worried, frightened even. When she returned, she reclaimed her place on the couch and took his hands.

"Vaughn," she started, "Before we get into this, I want you to promise me something."

His brow furrowed as he nodded.

"Most of what I'm about to show you is very painful. But no matter how bad it is, I don't want you to be afraid to talk to me about what you're going through as well. Promise me you'll talk to me," she whispered imploringly.

Vaughn nodded and combed his fingers through her hair, "I promise."

She let out a soft sigh accompanied by a smile, which faded as she began.

"When you shot Lauren," she started, "she repeated some numbers and you asked what they meant," she looked at him as he nodded, "They were numbers to a bank vault in Wittenberg."

He nodded, urging her to continue; although, he wasn't exactly thrilled that she had lied to him.

She took a deep breath and pulled the files out of her purse, followed by the black light. "I found these in the vault," she said as handed the files to him.

After she turned out the lights, she handed him the black light and he began to read. Through the darkness, she could see his apprehensive expression turn into one of horror, and then revulsion.

"Oh my God," he breathed.

A/N: I hope you're not too disappointed I didn't include the letter this chapter, it will come into play later. The next few chapters should show the direction this is taking. Hopefully :P As always, constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated, and please continue the reviews, they're like caffeine :P