Because I've been away I haven't seen too many recent Alias episodes, so the missions may be put on hold for a bit until I get a break to catch up. However, some previous events may be referred to which means there will probably be some spoilers.

Two nights later:

Sydney's POV:

My house is dark; I set down my purse and ease onto the couch. With Sloane's loyalties questionable, Nadia still going in and out of consciousness, my mother goodness knows where, Vaughn dead and now Rachel struggling to help us bring down an alliance like network within our global government, it's a wonder I still stay sane. Not to mention the boggling realization that I'm bringing a child into this world, and alone. How has this happened to me? Without even realizing it I've started to cry and now I'm gasping for breath, calm Sydney, this isn't good for the baby. My whole life seems to be balancing on the edge of a cliff and I'm so afraid that I won't be able to stay grounded this time around. The whole pursuit of happiness as being an inalienable right is a joke. I've pursued happiness and been a sucker's fool so many times. I ease myself off the couch; I'm due in three weeks for heavens sake! I pick up my phone and hit speed dial 1. "Hi honey," my dad's voice comes over the line.

Jack's POV:

That son of a bitch Arvin Sloane is making me uneasy. He's been a pin in our sides too many times and he's eluded death too many times for the mass murderer he really is, but between him and Rambaldi he's managed to continue to mess with my daughter's life, he's pushing the limits now. If he brings any harm to Sydney now I'll kill him with my bare hands, she is going to be a mother, of a child that deserves to have her. The father is gone, and this baby will need Sydney, I wonder if she's considered being a spy while she's a mother. Irina certainly had no problem; maybe she could call and give Sydney some tips. Sarcasm is not my normal tone, but matters like this seem so utterly absurd that sometimes it's difficult to imagine how they've gotten started to begin with. Just then my phone begins to ring, glancing at it I see its Sydney, "hi honey."

"Hi daddy," I hear the tears in her voice. "Sydney what happened?" I feel fear shooting through me, it's cruel that my entire life has revolved around the fear that something has happened to the one person I love more than anything. Hearing her voice tremble, I can only imagine the worst. "Daddy, I can't be alone right now, it's just all too much, and can you come?" She sounded worse than she ever has. I found myself moving towards the garage as she spoke, "I'm on my way sweetie, go lie down, and I'll see you soon." I climb in my car and speed towards her house. Two weeks ago she gave me a key, "probably a safe idea," she had told me. Grateful for it I unlock her door and rush up the stairs. I open her door, she's curled on her side and her shoulders are shaking. I walk to the edge of the bed and kneel down, her face is streaked with tears and her eyes are closed. "Sydney, open your eyes and look at me please," I need to read her expression; it's part of how I assess how she's doing. Her eyes remain close, but she moves a hand towards me and I take it quickly, "Sydney I know you're closing me out, don't do it." I try to keep the fear in my voice to a minimum, it won't help her. She manages to open them, they are like black holes, there's an emptiness to them I've never seen before. Christ, how did I not see this coming?

She sits up and I sit down next to her and she leans against me, "I kept telling myself things were getting better. I mean Vaughn and I had our whole lives together, and then we were going to have a baby and now things have fallen apart. Now there's a new alliance and Sloane is…" "Shusssh," I cut her off sharply, "Sydney I'm not going to let you consume yourself with this anymore, it's no longer your job to obsess over things that will only be damaging to your health."

Sydney's POV:
Wrapped in my dad's arms listening to him tell me that he wasn't going to let me do something, I should have been angry and irritated like I usually am when he tries to control me. This time though, all I felt was relief. He continued, "I want you to take some time off, Rachel is progressing nicely and will continue to do so. This way you can take the last three weeks so you're healthy when the baby comes and I don't want you to argue with me. I'll stop by with dinner of some kind after work, I want you to rest. This has to stop Sydney; you're killing your health." He paused before continuing, "And I want you to see Dr. Barnett. Do you remember her?"

I stiffened, "dad…" "No Sydney, it's time that you started to figure out how deeply recent events have affected you, the clearer mindset you're in when the baby is born, the stronger a parent you'll be." I have no response so I nod, I suppose he's right, but it doesn't mean that I have to rejoice. We sit there for a few minutes in silence before I speak, "do you think mom knows I'm pregnant?" He doesn't say anything, "would you like me to contact her?" I'm surprised he offered, I guess he's not sure either. "Do you know how?" I feel silly after all she's his wife. "Yes, I believe our channels can still be opened," he doesn't sound sure, but he does sound willing. "I guess after all that's happened I just want to…" I don't want to finish so I trial off.

"You just want your mom to know," he finishes. I nod against him feeling so little and scared again.

Jack's POV:
I'll contact Irina tomorrow, I don't know if I can get her here, but maybe. I'd do anything for Sydney and I think she would too; we can probably get it to happen for a very short amount of time. Sydney has fallen asleep on my chest, her breathing has slowed and is steady, and her body still feels tense like she's waiting for nightmares to start. She hasn't told me specifically, but I believe she still has them. She told me once watching Vaughn get shot multiple times without being able to stop it was the most hopeless she'd ever felt in her entire life.