Disclaimer: You guys probably know by now that Alias is very much not mine. Wahh!

A/N: Ok, I'll tell you what. You can all just shoot me now. I'm pretty sure you guys must have forgotten this story existed. I am a horrible, horrible person who deserves to be ignored. But please don't ignore me. Because I love it whjen you guys review. It makes me so happy inside.

----Sydney's POV----

"About your letters. I got them all."

I was fairly amused by the look of shock on his face. The look of shock which had been absent when he walked into the warehouse and saw it was actually me. Almost like he had been expecting me to be alive. Which of course he hadn't. He couldn't have.

I actually had a semi-conscious thought for a moment. I recalled thinking that same thing when he arrived in Hong Kong. I distinctly remember finding it a little strange how calm he had been. He had seemed stressed, but as if it were over something like a simple mission with a few minor complications. I had decided it must have been the time on the plane that he had to think about it, though in my heart I knew something weird was going on. And it obviously had been, judging by what I was almost sure was a memory. But then what did this feeling mean?

I tried my best to ignore the feeling and continued because Vaughn didn't exactly look like he was about to reply to anything.

"I dont have enough time to explain fully, and even if I did, there would only be so much I could explain without putting both of us in danger. I replied all your letters, and my letters give as much information as I can let you have." He gave me a sort of look, as if he wanted to say something in his defense, but was just speechless. So I just kept talking.

"I wasn't even going to stay. I was just going to leave the letters on a crate. Something told me to stay. Mostly because I need to apologize in person for the way I know I will act when I come back in a couple of weeks."

He finally said something. "You're coming back?"

I smiled a little sadly. "Yeah," I said. "But I won't remember the last two years, which means the last thing I'm gonna remember will be from the time that we were still dating, which means I might be a little pissed that your married." For the last part, I looked down and started talking a little faster than normal.

When I looked up, Vaughn was laughing at me. I didn't really get it, and I don't think he did either, but I broke into a grin too. I think it had to do with just being able to look at eachother again. We fell back into eachothers arms.

"What I need you to do," I told him. "Is really enjoy the next few weeks, ok?

"I really have to go," I half said, half whispered. I kissed him on the cheek, and walked away, leaving the letters behind me

My eyes opened. It was the strangest thing. Me talking to Vaughn, before I came back. It really didn't make sense, then again, it didn't really have to. Because it was me and Vaughn. And we never really made sense in the first place.

----Lauren's POV----

I did not hesitate to rip open that particular letter. And I have to say I was a little disturbed by what I found. Well, I wasn't disturbed, but I was disturbed by the fact that I wasn't that disturbed by the letter. I wasn't even that surprised, really.

Dear Vaughn,

The first thing I have to say is never, ever blame yourself for this. And I know you will anyway, but don't. Things happen. Lives change. And sometimes its hurtful and terrible, but that what life is about, isn't it? It's never really been a bundle of joy with us, has it? And trust me, I would love nothing better than to be picking out chapels and wedding decor with you, but its not happening, is it. And I'm so glad that you wrote me. Don't ever think that you don't know how to talk to me because you will always know exactly what to say to make me feel better. Thats why I risked my cover to get this letter when I heard about it. And I honestly wish I could tell you more about my life, but it would put both our lives in more trouble than ever before. Wow, that came out cryptic. I honestly don't mean to be freakishly cryptic. Anyways, I'd write longer, but I really have to go so... Goodbye

Love,

Sydney

PS- Maybe one day we will be picking out chapels and wedding decor.

The first thought that came to my mind when I finished was Well, that was a depressing letter. The only thing more depressing than a man writing letters to his dead girlfriend, was his dead girlfriend actually just being captured and forced to pretend she was something she was not, then getting, the letter, and replying it. Its obvious that she never got to send him any for a long time, being that all his letters reflected the fact that he believed her to be dead. But it didnt arise any deep thoughts, so I moved on to the next letter

Dear Vaughn

I think its wonderful that you've met someone. I mean, if I were to meet her I would probably hate her, kind of the way I hated Alice (Please don't tell Alice I hated her, because she seemed like such a nice girl but... yeah I hated her) I have to be honest that it made me smile when you came right out and said she was blonde. You have a thing for them, don't you? Blondes, I mean. I remember that one day when I found an old photo album of yours, and so many blonde girls at your side. I have to say, I felt really intimidated looking at that. But I suppose thats not really relevant. I also suppose that it doesn't matter that it's not relevant, because its us. But anyways, I really should be getting to the point. Of course you should date this girl. I mean, I can't expect you to just sit around and wait for me to pop back for the dead. As long as were being honestly, I'd really like it if you waited for me, but its not like I plan to Pop any time soon. But yeah, date this girl, have fun, she sounds nice. I wish I could meet her so I could hate her fairly. Haha

Love,

Sydney

PS- I'm sorry for hating everyone you date other than myself. It's really rather selfish of me.

How did she do it? How did she just put out her spiteful feelings and make them sound totally alright? I could never just tell Michael that I was intimidated by Sydney and that I hated her without it sound like I was a horrible, ungrateful bitch. But, you know what? I think I just might be a horrible ungrateful bitch. And there's really nothing I can do about it, but get over it. I picked up the next letter and just stared at it for a little while.

A/N- So that was weird. I have to tell you, that I didn't mean to not write for months at time, but every time I looked at this I just couldn't write it So I'm very sorry about that whole thing. I will try my best to update ASAP next time. I have it planned out and everything, so it shouldn't be too difficult, escpecially with Winter Break. Next Chapter, I will wrap up all the letters.