DISCLAIMER: I don't own Alias.

A/N: Here we are - the end! Some of you might think its rushed, but its not. This is how I wanted to end it. Look out for a new fanfic by me, we were inspired by something we saw on the E! News Channel ...

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Marshall said his goodbyes and turned back to his car. She sighed. They had talked for hours; she had explained everything to him, making him understand. He had told her as much as he knew about Rambaldi, which wasn't really anything she didn't know, but at least he had told her. The whole time though she just sat there, looking past Marshall, out to the sea. The restaurant they had gone to had sea views and Sydney purposely chose to sit outside for this very reason. If she looked out at the sea, it made her problems feel smaller and insignificant. But when she got home, she realised this wasn't necessarily the case.

He was still there, slumped over, taking short sharp breaths.

"I thought you would be dead by now."

"You thought wrong."

"I shot you in the chest."

"The KGB lends its spies body armour."

She grimaced. "You looked close to death before I left."

"Unfortunately, the body armour isn't that strong. You shoot well. He trained you well."

"If you are referring to Sloane…"

"I am not. I am referring to Chambers. Head of the Covenant. He took you Sydney, well, no, I took you. But he trained you. He made you Julia Thorne."

"Shut up!" she ran over to him and punched him.

"Sydney, I know you have been having dreams. It is coming back to you, I know it is. He trained you to become an assassin. For those two years Sydney, we killed. Together."

"Shut up," she repeated.

"We were unstoppable. But then they started doing things to you, things that I don't think they should've. Your little stint in the hospital recently was a result, I am sure."

Her hand went to the scar on her stomach.

"I wasn't about to let them do that to my Julia. So, as they had you chained up in one of those dungeons they called "recovery rooms" I took you back to Hong Kong. I figured you would know where to go from there."

Suddenly, without Sydney even realising, tears fell down her cheeks. She started to gulp in breaths as she began sobbing uncontrollably. All the pieces fit. Finally, they all fit.

"I love you Sydney. I always have."

She looked up at him, staring at her, slumped up against the wall blood all around him. What had she done?

"I've changed for you. I'm an honest man."

She ran over to him.

"Sark." she said, crying. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Hush." he said, hugging her. "Hush my sweet Sydney."

Things changed after that. Of course, she couldn't tell anyone about her and Sark. Not yet anyway. Marshall always was suspicious, but he kept it to himself. Lauren still remained a part of Vaughn's life, but Sydney was planning on telling him about her double agent ways soon enough. All she needed was the perfect time.
As of yet, Rambaldi hadn't shed any new light on anything else about Sydney's life – but hey, he had been right about Sark.

Sark had changed for her.