A/N: I do not own anything Alias. Obviously.

September 29! Season 5 airs September 29! Yay!


The first thing I said when I woke up was, "What the hell." Everything was rushing back at me like a movie put on fast forward. The car ride in Santa Barbara, the conversation Michael was starting. I can still remember the feeling of anticipation and dread as I joked about him not being a bad guy. That look of regret on his face as understandable as anything I had ever known.

Dad was sitting in the chair by my side. He had a magazine open, but wasn't reading it. I had never seen him read a magazine before, and the sight of him looked foreign to me. I was noticing how tired he looked. He looked like sleep was something he just did not do. I guess its half right.

I wanted to ask him where Michael was, but I didn't know if I was up to seeing him right away. I was afraid that if I saw him I'd slap him.

Dad looked up at my words, and a sense of relief soared over his face. I smiled at him to prove I was okay. "Syd," he got out, and bent down to hug me.

It was the most sincere gesture he's ever given me since I was a child.

"I'm fine. What happened? I remember being hit by a car, but what…"

"Sydney. Your blood pressure is high, and if you get stressed you could lose the baby." Dad's voice sounded more old and wise with every word. I almost missed his words.

"Baby? What are you talking about?"

He didn't get a chance to answer, however. Nadia, Dixon, Weiss, Marshall, Carrie, and Sloane came into my room. Carrie was holding a little boy who was sucking his thumb.

"Sydney, how are you?" Nadia asked as she bent down to give me a hug.

"I don't know." Then the sentence I was trying so hard not to let come out, came anyway. "Where's Michael?"

They all looked surprised yet happy to hear me ask this. "He's in the ER. He got the full blast of it since that car slammed into his side. He's in a coma right now, but the doctors predict he should be coming out of it any day now," Weiss answered stiffly.

I didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. "At least the baby wasn't lost. You were very lucky," Nadia smiled to me.

I looked at my stomach. Was it true? Could I possibly be pregnant? "How is it that I didn't know about this?" I asked, incredulous.

"I don't think that matters, so long as the baby is okay," Sloane finally spoke up, and he even had the nerve to give me a smile. I wanted to shoot him and have the doctors put him in the morgue, but I didn't have my gun.

"Yeah! Just think, first me then you! These have been really good years for us!" Marshall smiled as he took his son from Carrie's arms.

"You get all the fun. If this had happened to me I wouldn't get half the attention you're getting now," Carrie said as she came closer.

"That's not true! You'd be a major loss to this organization!" Nadia and I said together. Everyone, even Jack, smiled appreciatively at that.

I smiled genuinely. It was nice to put the car ride conversation to the back of my mind. I should've been happier at the news that I was pregnant and that the baby hadn't been killed, but I wasn't. But by the looks of everyone, they didn't notice this lack of enthusiasm, and I was grateful they weren't saying anything.

"Dad," I said, quietly enough so only he could hear.

"Yes?"

"Where's Mom? Couldn't she get out to see me?" I knew this was a little stupid to ask, but I couldn't help but wish she was hear. Something inside of me just knew that she had no idea about the baby.

Jack looked uncomfortable. "I'll see what I can do. That's all I can promise," he said.

I nodded, grateful to have him say anything. Dixon came over and sat on the edge of my hospital bed, smiling.

"I don't know what I would've done if they had told me my favorite partner had been killed. Again," he said, joking.

"It takes more than a simple car to keep me down. You should know that," I teased, making a face.

Dixon laughed. "Yes, I do. When I heard that the crash might prove to be fatal, I broke down in front of my kids. I haven't done that since…"

"I know. You can talk to me about her, you know," I said, hoping Sloane could hear me. He didn't look like he did. He was engaged in a conversation with Nadia and Weiss.

"Not here. It's not the time. But I will, I promise," Dixon said.

Just then the door burst open. A doctor came in who looked very happy. "I have good news! Michael Vaughn just woke up!"


A/N: I know it's short, but this was an intro chapter, and the story will start next chapter! Please review!