-1Disclaimer: We all wish we were the creators of Alias, but we aren't, so there.
A/N: Sorry, I had accidently clicked on finished so I didn't realized that it wasn't finished. And the drama continues…

Chapter 8- Luck's Chance

---Sydney's POV---
I awoke to the sound of Sark talking to me. He was standing in front of the bed, ready to go on the mission.

"Nice to see you're up, Theodore, the technician that replaced Marshall was it, has deciphered the translation on "Luck's Chance." They are sending Jack to retrieve it, most likely to prove something; probably his loyalty. So the decision we must make is, whether or not we allow Jack to look good in Theodore's and Nikk's eyes. Are we willing to take that risk?" Sark enlightened me.

"I think we should have them think Jack succeeded." I started.

"So, you're proposing…" Sark trailed off.

"I'm proposing that we give Jack a fake, maybe a replica. So, the real question here is, will Marshall be able to create a replica in time?" I answered.

"I hope so. Maybe we can stall Jack's arrivals or departure so that Marshall can create something. I'll get Marshall on the phone while you get ready." Sark told me and headed out of his room.

An hour and a half later I had bathed, put on the clothes needed for the mission, eaten, and heard Marshall's answer to our dilemma. He assured as that if we sent him pictures he could create a model of it. He had items in a secret module that could help him and a contact who could help him.

---Jack's POV---
I sat t my desk, staring at the phone. Why haven't they contacted me yet? I need to know ahead of time what the game plan is. Awhile later my cell phone rang and I went into a secluded office to answer it. The office was rather chilly, or at least colder than it had been outside.

"Yeah?" I greeted.
"Is Sally there?" Sydney asked me.
"I'm sorry, wrong number." I replied, hanging up the phone. I knew that code to be a private code that had been made up for me since I had become a double agent. They asked for Sally if I was supposed to retrieve a duplicate and they asked for Billy when I could retrieve the actual artifact. I replied with 'I'm sorry wrong number' if I could do this without it looking too suspicious and 'I'm sorry, you're breaking up.' if there was an unforeseen problem that had arisen preventing me from doing that. I walked out of the office and bumped into Nikk.

"Jack…" he commented, a look of confusion of his face.

"Yeah?" I asked, as if I had no clue what his suspicions were about.

"Get ready for the mission." he ordered. To anyone else, they might not have batted an eye, but with my experience in the Spy business, I knew that he had wanted to say something instead of that. I nodded and told him that I would.

I walked away feeling his eyes on my back. Never once, did I look back.

---Sydney's POV---
I was sitting on the plane, we were in flight. I spotted Jack a few seats in front of us on the right side of the plane. Sark and I sat together. Sark tapped on my shoulder and nodded. We got up, laughing and giggling, my arm slung around Jack. We watched as Jack turned around to spot us, confused at first, but then he turned around, understanding. Sark's nose nuzzled my neck, before kissing it, as we made our way to the bathroom. He looked around before closing the door and turning on the debugger. I flipped open his phone and dialed a number that by now, had been on speed dial. The phone was a small Nokia picture phone. Sark was wearing a suit with a black shirt underneath it. I was dressed in jeans and a green shirt with a green vest on. I had a camera around my neck, or so it would appear to civilians.

"Yeah?" Jack greeted us.

"The shelf is secure. Would you like us to make a duplicate of it? It would only take us a few hours. So, we suggest renting hotel room for 1. Before this all takes place I'm afraid we will need to exchange insurance information. You understand?" I spoke in a British accent.

"Crystal." Jack replied, hanging up the phone.

---Jack's POV---
Unbeknownst to everyone a woman sat a few seats behind me to the left, and she had been watching him, with suspicious eyes.

I understood the code. Secure, duplicate, hours, hotel room 1, before exchange information. I would meet them at the temple and give them what information I had so far on the Circumstance. It would be done in a secure location while a duplicate was being made. It would take hours to make so I would pretend to get lost in the forest since the Circumstance didn't know the exact location. I would find the duplicate in a hotel in room 1. I knew of which hotel they meant. I hid away my phone and closed my eyes, awaiting the time when we would have to get off the plane.

When I opened my eyes I yawned, sitting up properly, in time to hear a stewardess announcing that we would be landing shortly and if we would all please put on our seat belts. I sighed, putting on my seat belt. I stopped suddenly, I could feel someone's eyes upon me, but when I turned to locate the person, I could spot no one glancing my way. Finally, an announcement was made that we had landed. Some other announcements were made and after the were finished everyone began to exit the plane. I grabbed all my items and checked again I ht overhead compartment to see if I had left something behind. I knew of course that I hadn't because I hadn't brought much, but just about every passenger was doing just that, including Sark and Sydney and I wished to draw no attention to myself. I walked out of the airplane, and out of the boarding gate, lost in the crowd… or so I thought. Not 20 feet from me a woman pushed past people on a intercept course for me. Her hair was in a headband. She wore a black, almost knee length skirt and a white blouse. She had on black shoes and short white socks. Her tan skin would make her blend in with the natives of Brazil. As I made my way to the door, a man bumped into me and from the body build of the guy I turned. I went to yell at the guy when I noticed a woman staring at me. She quickly averted my gazed and never once stopped walking. I brushed this situation off and continued on the mission. It took me awhile to get to the middle of the forest, but eventually I was there and utterly lost.

"Coastguard." I muttered. I have no clue why I said it that low, this was the forest and although people went in the forest to check out the scenery that was usually in tour groups and it never went in this deep. It took me awhile to locate Manaus where there was supposedly a temple in one of the selvas, the tropical forests that lay near the Amazon river. She had seen pictures of Iguaçu falls and had insisted upon seeing it. Sydney insisted that she was going to go Iguaçu National Park one day. Upon first entering the forest I had seen parts of the forest that had either been cut down or burned and it ruined the Amazon Rain Forest's beauty. The lush forest was all shades of green. It looked as if Michelangelo had painted it himself. I pushed past bushes and tree branches.

"Okay you should see Tapajós River. You should be near the narrow part of it. Cross over it and go West. You'll eventually come to the Airpuanã River. Continue west until you reach Maderia River. Cross it and head north until you come to the Amazon River. There will be a boat there. The land across from it is in dispute so they leave a boat there to make everyone happy. Use the boat to cross the river and there you will stumble upon Manaus. Travel 3 miles and then turn West. Walk a quarter of a mile and then you should see the temple. Now we should already be there so there shouldn't be any more obstacles. Good luck swimmer." with that Sark hung up .

I spotted the Tapajós River up ahead. Sark had traced my location from a homing device I had place upon me. I crossed it walking among the rocks In the river. I slipped and fell while attempting to balance just as a noise was heard. I got up and looked around. I swore I could have heard something, but I shrugged it off. I took out my compass and headed west until I came to the Airpuanã River. This time I was more cautious crossing the river. Although, this river was more calmer than the last one had been. I continued heading west until I stumbled upon the next river. This river was wider and with a more powerful current. I gradually made my way across and then spotted the raging Amazon. I turned around, swearing that I had heard someone, but I spotted no one. Eventually I saw a group of Brazilian school girls in their school uniforms, giggling and daring each other to do risky things. I walked to the river and pushed the small boat to the river bank and hopped inside. I paddled against the current and eventually made it to the other side. I pulled the boat up to the river bank and stopped to take a few sips of water for the hike up ahead. I continued walking until I had reached the temple where I hurried up he temple steps. I could tell form the position of the sun that hours had passed. I walked into the temple and marveled at it's beauty. The walls were pure gold, along with the floor and the ceiling. Ancient Egyptian painting were painted on it. Gold and marbles artifacts rested upon pedestals. They were carvings of men and artifacts that mirrored Rambaldi's work. Now that I thought about it, these seemed to look as if Rambaldi himself had made it. I glanced up at the wall an saw a painting of Sydney. It was her except with shoulder length black hair and she was wearing Egyptian clothes. She was holding something in her hand. It looked like "Luck's Chance." immediately I knew what this temple was. It was not exactly temple, it was a building where Rambaldi followers hid objects and used the Egyptian theme to throw people off. It was a Rambaldi artifact safe house if you will.

"Hey dad. We found it." Sydney greeted, giving me a quick hug.

"Is this place what I think it is?" I questioned.

"We think so." Sark answered.

"If it is, then not only will this whole Rambaldi mess be over extremely soon, but we will be able to take them down." Jack commented.

"We were meant to discover this place…" Sydney whispered.

Sark walked over to Sydney, wrapping his arms around his waist and whispered something in her ear that I couldn't hear. She smiled at whatever he had said.

The girl in the Brazilian school girl uniform stood behind an artifact listening to them speak.

---2 months later---

---Sydney's POV---
The whole Rambaldi mess had ended. It was odd because for everyone involved with it, the whole situation became a blur. Thankfully we were going to taking down the Circumstance. It could be seen as a blessing or a curse. I stared down at my belly rubbing it. This will definitely put me at a disadvantage. We need to take them down soon. I wasn't sure if to tell Sark. He was occupied with taking down the Circumstance. When I had morning sickness, which is ironic because it seemed to last all day, if he had any questions I simply told him that it was my time of the month. But Sark was not stupid, soon it would start to show. But I couldn't let Sark know, I wanted to help bring down the Circumstance and I still wasn't sure if I wanted to have this baby. I didn't want my child to be a baby from one of those unwanted pregnancies, and when I went back to the CIA how was I gonna explain this whole situation? What was I going to say? There was only one thing I could think of.

(((Hours later)))
I found myself covered in a thick black coat to protect me from the bitterness of the cold. I wrapped it around my body, shivering slightly. I had on black pants and a black t-shirt with boots to finish it off. I was standing in Dzerzhinsky Square in Moscow, Russia, staring at a building. Something told me I could find her there. I walked into the 6 story building noticing the different window designs. Some were square while others had an arch design to them. At the top of the building there was a small, but none the less noticeable clock. I stopped a few feet into the building when I noticed her.

"Hello Sydney." She greeted, turning around a hint of a smile on her face.

"Hey mom." I greeted.

A/N: I would like to thank, Celina Bledowska and Jonathan Bloch, the authors of KGB/CIA for putting in their book information and a picture about the former headquarters. So, questions, comments?