AN-Sorry, I forgot to put a disclaimer. Lolz. I'm so sorry.

I don't own Alias, I wish I do, though. I didn't like the ending.

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She stared at the girl, flabbergasted. She couldn't believe her ears, "You're my soul?" she asked. Disbelief was quite palpable in her face and in her tone.

"Yes. I've been your soul since you were conceived."

"If you're my soul, then what am I?" Irina looked at her body and then back to her 'soul'.

"A spirit, an intellectual consciousness." the girl said and shrugged, "It's hard to explain. You're not supposed to see me."

"Then what does this mean? Why can I see you?" Irina's questions barraged her, "Am I dead? Will I die?"

The girl sat down at the edge of the bed, "I can't answer your first two questions because I don't know the answer." She made a face and shrugged again, "For your third question, ah, you're not dead and for the fourth question, of course you'll die. It's the last stage of life."

"I mean, will I die soon?"

She shook her head, "No. Actually, it's up to you." She patted the empty space beside her, "Have a seat."

Irina doesn't know how to make of this… situation. So, she's not a soul, is actually an 'intellectual consciousness' and her soul looks like a teenager. Her body is unconscious and it's her decision if she wants to die.

"What about ghosts?" she suddenly asked as she sat down beside the girl. She looked at the teenager's face intently. What if this was really the devil and he/she's testing her? Or what if it's God?

The girl sighed, "Ghosts are spirits. Souls are…souls."

"What's their difference?" Irina asked in a slightly acerbic manner.

"Well, as I said earlier, spirits are intellectual consciousness, a part of your brain and who you are. Uh, souls are…" she trailed off. She doesn't know how to explain this kind of thing. She hasn't experienced meeting the spirit of her person before.

Irina waited for her explanation. This must be a product of her mind in comatose, a dream.

"Well, souls are your emotional batteries, I guess. You can experience things because of them. Because of us, you can hate, you can love and you can hurt. Of course, when hate totally consumes you, we get replaced by your hate."

Her soul took a deep breath, "You can't control your soul and they pre-exist you." She said finally. She looked at Irina's body and sighed, "You can, however, kick your soul out and replace it with obsession, greed or pure evil."

She stared at the girl, "I kicked you out?"

"Well, I've been basically out of your body for twenty-five years. But when you stopped believing in Rambaldi, I became part of you again."

Irina fell quiet. Rambaldi again. He's the one who caused all this mess and it's her fault that she let him overcome her.

"I don't blame you that you got obsessed with him. You didn't have Sydney or Jack and your family turned against you. He was the only thing that kept you sane." The girl said, "I should know. I couldn't fathom the sadness and anger when we ran away from them. If I couldn't grasp the extent of those feelings, how could you? Rambaldi filled the void that I couldn't satisfy."

Irina felt the truth that rang in the girl's voice. She had denied it for a long time and her soul literally made things clear.

"Are you Laura?" she asked.

"No, I'm Kira." Her soul answered almost absent-mindedly. She glanced at her and suddenly burst out laughing, "Oh, sorry. I thought you were asking if my name was Laura."

"Your name is Kira?"

"Yeah. About Laura, well, I'm not her per se. I'm just your battery and an essential ingredient for you to be able to feel. If you're asking me, you are Laura. A positive side of yourself, but still you."

She didn't know whether to believe that or not. She took a deep breath, "Why don't you look like me?"

"We're not supposed to look like our bodies, but we can try to look like you."

"Is that so?"

Kira nodded her head, "Yes. The older souls can do that, but I still can't. I'm too young."

"How old is a soul supposed to be to be able to do it?" she asked, intrigued.

"A soul's age isn't chronological. It's by the number of bodies a soul has been with. I must have at least the wisdom of twenty people before I learn it."

"How many persons have you been with?"

"You're my seventeenth." Kira answered, smiling at her.

"You really are a teenager." Irina said and smiled back. This really feels so surreal.

They looked at each other for a while before they resumed looking at their unconscious physical body.

How long will they have to wait until they have a home again?

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