Title: Beyond all limits

Summary: While Lauren and Danny make a deal Sydney goes to a funeral.

Disclaimer: I don't own alias, I only own the characters you don't know.

Timeline: AU after the first one

Rating: R

"Sydney killed Elliot." When Lauren sat down in front of Danny those were the first words he muttered. "And Zach…in cold blood."

"I'm aware of that."

"What did we to her Lauren?" Danny's gaze was cold and hollow and Lauren felt like she was looking in to Sydney's eyes. "She was…so special and we turned her in to…that."

Lauren was all to painfully aware of Danny's point. "She's not Sydney anymore." Lauren replied quietly. "She's not even Julia."

"She's worse." Danny added.

As Lauren sat quietly staring at the blank wall behind Danny he finally asked the question that was causing tension among them. "So when are you going to kill me?"

Lauren looked at him and sighed. "I don't know anymore. I've already lost Sydney and Elle, I don't know if I could lose you too." He smiled slightly, the tension between them slowly disappearing.

"I'll give you the location of the program, but it will take a few days to recover and put in to place. I'll happily follow your lead Lauren. You're the boss."

"Sydney won't like it." Lauren sighed; already knowing what Danny's reply would be before he spoke.

"Perhaps Sydney really is gone, maybe when she left the asylum to live her normal happy life Sydney Bristow died, but when she lost her fiancé and became that murdering, cold hearted bitch, Sydney was definitely gone. The only way to control someone like her is…"

"It might not have to come to that." Lauren interrupted him. "We'll get the program and exactly what we want, and we'll let Sydney believe that you are in fact going to die. Otherwise there will be unwanted repercussions which could affect the operation."

"And if there are?"

"Then we'll have to deal with Sydney."

Two days later, as Lauren was out of the country with Danny, forcing him to retrieve the program for her, Sydney stood in a cemetery in Boston where Elliot and Zach had both been born and grew up on the same street. The other mourners consisted of CIA members, old SD-6 agents who had knew Elliot and Zach and kept in touch after becoming civilians, their parents, family members, Jack, Dixon, Marshall, Vaughn and Sark and a few friends.

Sydney stood out of the way near a tree as the service went on for the two fallen agents. When it was over and most of the mourners had dispersed she approached Elliot's mother, she had met her a few times when they had worked together at SD-6 and the old woman recognized her instantly. "Sydney. It's so nice to see you." The old woman hugged her and she felt a pang of guilt in her heart as she returned the hug. No one had told her whom her daughter's killer was and as Sydney's father approached she was confident no one was going to cause a scene in public. "Were you over there for the whole service?" Sydney nodded as she blinked back tears. "Elliot would be glad you were here, she was so upset when she had to move from the Credit Dauphine and the two of you lost touch. She would have been so happy to see you."

"I'm sorry for your loss." Sydney had no idea what to say to the woman. "She was very special. All of these years we hadn't been in touch for; I never stopped wondering how she was doing."

"She came to see me a few ago." The old woman spoke as Sydney walked her to her car.

"Oh." Sydney feared the old woman knew more than she thought. "How was she then?"

"She was different…she was so sad. She told me that she had to do something at work that she wouldn't be proud of but she had no choice. I tried to ask her about it, but she said it was just bank stuff and it would confuse me. She gave me something actually. It's for you, I was hoping you'd come today so I could give it to you." She took out an envelope from her pocket and handed it to Sydney. "She asked me to give it to you if she had to leave the country on business, as you'd know about it."

Sydney took the letter with trembling hands. "Are you coming to the wake afterwards?"

"Uh no. I just need some time on my own. I'm sorry. Take care Mrs. Gable." Sydney hugged the womanly briefly before turning to leave with the letter.

"Don't be a stranger Sydney." The old woman called out as she got in her car.

Sydney fingered the envelope as she sat in her car. Elliot had been prepared for her death, that was why she had gone to see her mother, just incase she never got another chance. Sydney opened the envelope and found a handwritten letter inside.

'Dear Syd. If you're reading this then I'm dead and chances are it's because of you. Everything's changed so much that it's hard to believe you ever needed me to show you the ropes and take you under my wing. After everything that's happened I'm still proud of you Syd, and I can guarantee that even as you killed me I still felt proud of you. I love you Syd and I never gave up on you, not when you were with Danny, or Lauren or when you gave up on life. I never gave up on you Sydney and I never will. Love Elle XXX.'

"Damn it Elle." Sydney muttered out loud. Even after her death Elliot could still affect her. "How the hell do you do this to me?"

When Sydney returned to the large estate Lauren owned she found her sitting in their room waiting for her. "Where were you?"

"You're home early." Sydney replied as she changed out of the plain black dress she had worn to the funeral.

"Where were you Sydney?" Lauren repeated, raising her voice.

"You know where I was!" Sydney spat out venomously. "You watch my every move, because you don't trust me! And I'm sick of it Lauren. Follow me all you like, just don't be arrogant enough to think I don't know you do!" Lauren's features softened as she embraced Sydney.

"Let's not fight sweetie. We have the program now. Elliot Gable and the rest of the CIA don't matter anymore. We're going to have everything we desire." Sydney forced a smile as Lauren talked to her, while on the inside she was screaming.

She felt like she had lost the only thing she wanted and there was nothing she could do about. The world governments could give them money and power, but they couldn't give them everything and Sydney could never have what she wanted. They couldn't raise the dead.