Please don't kill me!

I've been brainstorming this since Alias Day, but I only figured this out a few minutes ago. It's very anger-making on the whole sudden ending, so don't kill me!

Chapter Six: Finis

(Sydney POV)

October 1, 2010 11:09 PM

It's been five years since I've really thought about what Vaughn and I went through. And I mean really think. Not random 'oh my god that sucked' reminiscing whenever I fancy, I mean sit down, close my eyes and relive all that crap. When Vaughn fainted on our pier that day, I panicked. I hyperventilated and everything. Then he woke up and smiled at me, like passing out had removed every mask I had on. He stood up, took me in his arms, and kissed me like never before. We'd been apart for almost a year, but it felt like a millennia. That fire…that passion…let's just say that it was hot, k?

Afterwards, we went to my old house. We were never really sure why, but we figured it was because we needed closure with our demons. Nobody had rebuilt there; it was a playground now. There were several small children there with their families, and it made us smile. Vaughn slipped an arm around my waist and I slipped an arm underneath his coat. It was amazing how perfectly we still fit each other.

We sat on a bench for a while, not talking, just sitting there enjoying each other's company. After a long time, when the moon was ready to set, we stood up and walked away. We haven't gone back there since. Then we went to Vaughn's house. I had only been inside in my dreams, and it was almost exactly the same. It was the house Vaughn and I had decided to get when we quit the Agency. The rooms, though I had never set foot in any of them before, held some memory of our past.

"I didn't want to forget," whispered Vaughn when I spotted the silver frame he had given me that Christmas. It was the first word we'd spoken to each other for a while. The picture was the same; it was probably one of the only things that hadn't changed.

We cleaned up and lay down on the bed in Vaughn's room. There had been no words, no 'I'll take the couch, you take the bed; no, you take the bed, etc.' It had been completely unspoken that I would be in the bed, and so would he. For a few minutes, we were rigid, unmoving, and afraid to touch the other, that after all this time, after so long, one more touch would make the other disappear. Then Vaughn cautiously wrapped a protective arm around my waist, and we both relaxed. Our legs tangled and Vaughn's breath tickled my cheek. But we both slept. It was the first real sleep without medication or drunken stupors or physical exhaustion that either of us had had in a very long time.

The next morning, he was watching me. Whenever I tease him about this, he denies it, but we both know the truth. He's always awake first (unless it's that time of the month), and he always watches me sleep. When I turned to him, he smiled and said,

"Good morning." So simple, so ordinary, yet I wanted to cry. The feeling was mutual, according to him.

And so, our day proceeded as normal. And so did our lives. There was a bit of chaos and a whole lot of "Holy H!" when we saw everyone else, but, other than that, there was no real chaos in our lives. It was like Fate had finally decided that we could live peacefully until we died.

We did get married not long after I returned. And I really mean not long. The preparation and all of that took all of two weeks, and we were married right after Thanksgiving. The ceremony was beautiful, and all of our living friends were there (even Will, who was brought out of the WPP since A.G. Doren was dead, Sark was in custody, and Sloane was so closely watched that I almost pitied him. Almost.). Our honeymoon was in Santa Barbara, and we had armored cars with us this time so nothing went wrong. No joke, we really had them.

I had William 9 months later, on August 4, 2006 at 10:11 P.M. after two hours of labor, thank god. Now our son is four years old, and the most adorable boy on the earth. Besides his father, of course.

For a while, we wondered why the Covenant (as that was what their name was, until the CIA took them down) let me go, but after a while, it fell to the back of our minds. If they really wanted us gone, we'd be gone right now. It's the nature of the bad guy to never let the good guy be happy, and we're happy.

I'm an English teacher at Sterling High now. I left the Agency when I came back, and we settled into our life pretty quickly. Even though we have a routine, our love is as strong as ever. It's those moments of spontaneity that made it so wonderful. The random piece of jewelry, or candlelit dinner when one of us comes home.

My name is Sydney Anne Bristow-Vaughn, and for nine long years, I was a spy. Now I'm a wife, mother, and English teacher. Am I happy? You bet your tush I am.

(Unknown POV)

October 1, 2010 11:10 PM

I've given her four years of happiness, and now we're going to take it away. I know her every weakness, her every flaw, some of which she doesn't even know about. I'm going to make her pay for everything she's done to me, and for everything she hasn't done. I'm going to rip out every part of her, starting with her heart. When I'm done with her, she's going to wish she was in H.

When Sydney Anne Bristow comes face to face with me, she will die.

Finis…for now.

--Sage