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Chapter 22

Sydney's POV

I was sitting at home on the couch eating ice cream and watching TV when my mum came into the room.

"Sydney" she said.

"Yes mom." I said looking up from the television.

"Jack and I are going out to the supermarket, do you need anything?"

"More ice cream." I said, "I'm almost out."

"You have to eat more than just ice cream. Think what Michael would say."

"Well he's not here is he?" I said bitchally.

"Sydney don't get like that." Mom said walking out the room.

I had been a week since Michael left for Paris. I had only had one phone call and that was four days ago saying that he had some more things he had to deal with. So at the moment he wasn't my most favorite person.

I heard the front door close indicating that Mom and Dad had left for the shops. I lifted my legs onto the couch and tried to see them over my huge belly. I couldn't. To be totally honest I hadn't seen my feet for almost two months. I had given up wearing heels and stuck to flat boring shoes. I would look at all the pretty shoes and clothes in my wardrobe that I could wear because I was huge. It was totally depressing.

I was drowning in my sorrows when the phone rang. Curse you Mom for cleaning up, the phone was no longer next to me, but on the charger. I moved my legs down and used my arms to pull myself off the couch. If I was Michael I was going to get very mad at him for getting me in this condition. I made it to the phone right before it went to voice mail. It was dad.

"Syd, Dixon just called and we have to go into work." He said.

"Well I can come as well." I was sick of just sitting around the house when I could be out there doing something.

"No Syd you just stay there, what if Vaughn rings?"

I sighed; this was his argument for everything at the moment. "Fine, have fun." Before he could answer I placed the phone back in the receiver and thought for a moment. I didn't want to stay here because everything reminded me of Michael and it was depressing.

I went into our bedroom and grabbed my car keys and handbag. I figured I would go baby shopping. That always cheered me up.

Half an hour later I pulled into a car park at the shopping center. I got out and headed right away to the baby department and felt all gaga about everything.

I was looking at a pretty pink dress when a shop assistant came up to me. "Can I help you?" she asked.

I looked at her and shook my head, "No I'm just looking."

"So how far along are you?"

"Um, seven and a half months."

She nodded, "you are very big though, are you having twins?"

I shook my head, "no, not that I know of. The doctor's would have told me, wouldn't they?"

"Well my sister was pregnant, with only one, or so she thought. Anyway when she was giving birth one was out, but there was still another one up there."

I mentally shuttered at the images being put into my brain. I didn't belong here; I belonged at a place where I bashed people up, not a place where they talk about giving birth. The idea haunted me enough, without the help from other people. I placed the dress back on the rack, said goodbye to the lady and walked off to the car.

General POV

CIA

Jack looked at Dixon, "you have to be kidding me." He almost yelled, "If you want completely ruin Sydney's life that is the way to do it."

"We have to do it this way, it's the only way we can finally destroy the Covernant." Dixon said.

"He will miss the birth of his child, the child growing up, having any say in the child's life and not to mention Sydney's point of view on this."

Irina spoke for the first time, "how long will it be for?" she asked.

"As long as it takes, anywhere from one year to twenty."

Irina placed her hands in her face.

"Think about how long it took for the CIA to take down SD-6." Dixon said, "if he doesn't Sark is going to kill Sydney and the baby, he doesn't want anything to happen to them."

"So he has to be a double agent?" Jack asked, "there has to be another way."

Dixon shook his head, "sadly there's not. Once he gets deep enough undercover he can find out who is running it."

"But how will you do it?" Jack asked, "we can't just tell her, she will go looking for him. You know what's she's like."

Dixon nodded, "we have already thought of that, we are going to fake his death."

"Like, like…" Jack's voice struggled with the emotion.

"Like I did" Irina finished for him.

Jack nodded. He may not have liked Vaughn, but he did not want to see Sydney in pain. "What about the child? How do we know that Sark still won't come after it?"

"We don't" Dixon said.

Sydney's POV

I was at home doing the dishes. Mom and Dad weren't home yet so I ordered Chinese. I was just about to remove my pink rubber gloves when the doorbell rang. Drying the soap suds against my pants I went to answer the door.

I was surprised to see Eric there. I smiled at him and let him come inside. Michael and I had been talking about the situation of godparents for the baby and I had insisted that Eric should be one, whereas Michael was more apprehensive. We still hadn't told him so I thought I should take the opportunity to tell him. I spoke with Michael about four hours ago and he told me I should tell him when I saw him next.

He stood in the kitchen as I removed my rubber gloves. I was a bit surprised that he hadn't gone straight to the fridge, he just stood there.

"Eric, Michael and I have been talking and we would love it if you would be a Godfather to our baby."

Eric looked surprised; I mean he had to be expecting it, he was Michael's best friend after all.

"Wow, Syd, thanks."

"Eric is everything alright?" I asked him.

He shook his head, "Syd, I don't know how to tell you this but Vaughn he's…" he trailed off.

"He's what?" I asked hoping so much that he was going to say coming home.

"Well you see Dixon told me about an hour ago and I thought that I should tell you, but Syd, Vaughn he's, he was, he's…"

"He's what?" I repeated again.

"Dead." Eric said.

Author's Note: I feel so evil. I hope that you liked the chapter, if you didn't please don't tell me. I'm only planning three more chapters but I will promise you a sequel. I'm planning on getting the next chapter up soon. I'm about to start exams but then I'll have heaps of time to write. Continue reviewing, even if you hate me now.

Shelby