Yes, here am I once again with a fanfic that you people have already seen. But MVISAHOTTIE yelled at me to post it, so I did.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who are the lonliest of all?

SYD"S POV
Sometimes, when I look in the mirror and see the person who looks back at me, for a split second I'll think "Who is that?" Or for a moment, I'll see part of him, his eyes, his mouth, something about him, in someone else, maybe one of the gaurds. When that happens I freeze, my heart rate speeds up, I feel faint. Even after the thousands of times that has happened, I still have the same reaction. In my dreams, I dream of escape, solely to see him one more time.

He's probably forgotten by now. It's been... five years? Seven. Seven years. Right now he's probably getting into bed, next to his adoring wife, after just tucking his two beautiful children into bed. He's not giving any thought to the woman who has been missing for all this time, who loved him with all her heart and soul. In some ways, I don't know what's worse. Finding me dead to him, or actually being dead.

He's the only thing that has tied me down. Those times I think I see him walking through the halls bring me back my sanity, knowing that he's out there. Somewhere. I don't care if he's married, I just want to see him again. Actually, I would care, but the only reason I have to be alive is to see him one more time, whether he's holding me in his arms or someone else.

That's why my captors could never really break me. Sure, they had tried every way to convince me he was dead.

"See? The pictures? Michael Vaughn, bullet to the head?"
"Michael Vaughn was killed in a car accident today."
"Michael Vaughn was married today. " (that was my least favorite.)
"If you don't tell us everything you know Michael Vaughn will be killed." (to which I would spit the blood from my mouth onto the floor and say "If he was able to be gotten to, you wouldn't kill him, you'd bring him here, with me.")

Every night I would look around the grey hell hole that was my cell. I would search for vents, loose boards, cameras, listening devices, anything that could help or hinder my escape. Every night for seven years. I knew it was pointless. But, there was this little voice in the back of my mind, that sounded much like Michael (as I had grown to call him), that told me never to stop searching.

I never let myself become physically weak. My captors fed me only enough to keep me alive, but I had gotten used to it, and what had once left me hungry now left me quiet satisfied. Whoever was in charge here had put in a punching bag after I... let my anger out on every person who got within ten feet of me. Anger was better taken out on an inatimate object, they had said when they brought it in. Of course, by this point I used the punching bag to stay fit and prepared for my escape, whenever it would come.

How did I get myself here? Into this prison? I relive that day many times. I try to think of ways it could have been different, ways I could have escaped and ran, ran until I found Michael and jumped into his arms.

Sloane had finally been captured. I had had one mission left. Once mission before I handed in my resifnation forms and left the spy life behind. I went out for a run that morning as I always do. About halfway through I started to feel like someone was watching me. I spun around to see who it was. There was only a man walking a baby (that I couldn't see) in a baby carraige. I figured I was just crazy and continued on. I nervously spun the promise ring Vaughn had given me around on my finger. But the feeling wouldn't go away. I was about a block away from my house when I felt a sharp blow to the back of my head. I never felt myself hit the ground. I was unconcious by then. I should have noticed something was wrong. Who walks their baby at five o'clock in the morning. I bet there was no baby. When I woke up I found myself just as I did every morning. Lying on a cold cot, bright light on me.

Tears filled my eyes, as they always did when I thought of times before I was here. I dug into my pillow case and pulled out my promise ring, that for some reason had been looked over or I was allowed to keep it when came here. I reached behind me, making it look like I was just stretching in case anyone watching would want to take my memories of Michael away as well as his self.

It was a silver ring with a wavy pattern of amethysts going through it. On the inside was carved "October 1st. Always and Forever." I smiled at the memory.

FLASHBACK
We were at this cute little Thai place just outside LA. In the middle of the meal, Vaughn pulled out a little black box and handed it to me, a smile on his face.

"I got you something," he had said. My eyes grew wide. "Don't worry, it's not an engagement ring. Not yet anyway."
I opened the box, wonder blooming on my face.
"Michael..."
"You like it?"
"I love it! Almost as much as I love you."
Michael gasped, mock fear fear on his face. "Will I have to compete with the ring?"
I leaned across the table and kissed him hard on the lips.
"I said ALMOST. And I love it mostly because it's from you."
Michael smiled. "Read the inscription."
"October first. Always and forever." I looked up at Vaughn, tears in my eyes.
"I love you."
"I love you."
END FLASHBACK

I cried myself to sleep again that night.

***

One month later (A/N Yeah, I know it's a long time, but hey)

Something's happening. Something big. I'm not sure what. Everyone here is tense, not that they ever were a joyous lot, but still. People rush around the hallways, yell at each other. Which is good for me, because most people ignore me. I haven't been interogated in a week, whereas I used to be questioned every day. My cuts and bruises actually had time to heal before more appeared.

I asked people what was going on, but none would tell me. Finally, a new girl named Marie, who looked lost and like she wanted to be anywhere but here, told me "Some one's close to finding out location." When I inquired further as to what that location was, she fell silent. But I was overjoyed. If someone was close to finding out our location, then I was close to being free! Free to see Michael. I wouldn't take my ring off after that.

A few days later, several guards came to my cell. I assumed that they were taking me back to my torture sessions, but instead of turning left at the end of the hallway, like I had every time I was taken, we turned right. We went through two double doors at the end of the hall. To the outdoors. I blinked in the bright sunshine. I stood in a feild, some woods close by. There were no hints to where I was. However, I did know that I was outside for the first time in SEVEN years. A smile grew across my face. That is, until I felt the barrel of the gun pressed against my back.

"Get in the van," said the holder of the gun.
I started to get in, but I suddenly reached behind me and grabbed the gun. I took out all the guards before they knew what was happening. I took the money from their wallets. I needed it to get back to Michael, and besides, after all they had put me through they owed me. I ran off into the woods, gun in hand.

Hello, Hello! I'm back once again with my fanfic! Also, some of this is fluff, but we all love that, don't we? So, here goes, enjoy, and keep the reviews coming! I love them!
Oh, and Francie pops up in this story a bit. Francie, not Freplica, not ELF not evil Francie, not any of the names people have for her. Just nice Francie.

Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall, who are the lonliest of all?
Why those who lose true love of course!

SYD'S POV
After I got out of the woods I came to an intersection place. I hitchiked to LA, and of course there were a lot of stops involved. It took around 3 days (A/N now I'm not sure how long it takes to get from Montana, look I've given away her location, to LA but we'll say it's 3 days, including stops and waiting for cars). When I arrived I looked around at the world that I was once accustomed to, that was once my home. I felt like a stranger. I felt alone, completely lost. Nothing looked familiar.

So where should I go? I wondered. Michael. That was the immediate response in my head. I had to go find Michael. I got into the taxi that I had called and gave directions to the apartment that Michael and I had once shared. I took a deep breath, almost afraid of what I might find. A few seconds later, a tall, joyous looking man with a beard opened the door.

"Yes?" he asked.
"I-I'm sorry, I was looking for a Michael Vaughn?"
"Oh no, he moved out six years ago. I met him a few times, nice guy. He seemed real sad though, like something he loved was now gone. That seemed to be why he left. He didn't want to be alone in this place anymore. Too many memories I guess."

Too many memories of me

"Oh." I said ackwardly. "Do you know where he lives now?"
"No, I'm sorry."
"Alright. Thanks anyway."

Tears filled my eyes as I went out to the waiting taxi. Where would he be? Home with his new wife, says a voice in the back of my head. So, I tell the taxi driver to go to the one other place I could think of. A place I certainly never wanted to go back to. CIA Operations Center. I knew I would be in the building a while, whether I found Michael or not, so I payed the driver and he left.

I walked in the doors and looked around at the large building. I kept fiddling with my promise ring, still on my finger.
"Can I help you?" asked a voice behind me. I turned to see a secretary looking at me oddly.
"Um... yes. I would like to speak with the Director about a missing agent." I was afraid to ask if Michael was there.
"What agent?"
"Sydney Bristow. I'm her."
***

I had an EXTREME sense of de ja vu. I was sitting at the end of a table, writing over my story. I still remember that day, the day I walked into the CIA and Michael's life. Granted, my hair was brown this time, but it felt the same as last time.

"This really is amazing," said a young agent who was watching me write. "Everyone thought that Agent Bristow was dead. That you were dead."
I laughed slightly. "Then everyone's in for a shock then."
"Don't I know it. And by the looks of things you had a lot happen to you. You wrote a LOT. I mean, it's like Tolstoy long."

My eyes grew wide as tears filled them. Michael had said the same thing

"Does that mean I'm in?" I had asked
"No, not yet. They're reviewing your statement. You wrote a lot."
"I know."
"I mean, it's like Tolstoy long."

"Is something wrong?" I snapped back to reality at the agents words.
"No, no, it's just something in my eye." I had never been so bad at lying as I was when I said that sentence. The agent let it go though. I finished my story.
"Done." I put my head in my hands as the agent exited the room, papers in hand.
***

NO POV- CIA OP. CENTER
(A/N what can I say, I just couldn't break the habit of calling him Vaughn)
"Weiss!" Vaughn caught up with his friend. "Do you know why Kendall called a meeting at 3 in the morning?"
"No, I don't even know what it's about. Why? Do you have plans?" asked Weiss, knowing fully well that he didn't.
Vaughn shot him an evil look.
"Seriously Mike!" Weiss responded. "Go out, have some fun, go on a date! It's been seven years! Move on!"
"I can't! She could still be out there!"
"Mike," said Weiss, not without sympathy, "Do you know the chance of her being alive this long?"
"Pretty slim," Vaughn admitted. "But, until I see a body, I won't believe it."

They continued walking to the meeting in silence. Kendall was already there.
"Vaughn, Weiss, good you're here."
"Sir, why are we here?" Vaughn asked.
"Wait a minute. Jack should be here soon."
Jack walked in about thirty seconds later. "Sorry I'm late, I was delayed."

Jack gave a slight nod to Vaughn as he sat down. Since Sydney's dissapearance, they had grown closer. Their love for Sydney was a common bond.

"Alright." said Kendall. "We're just waiting for-"
"Oh my G-d," said a shaky voice behind them. A voice all of them recognized. Kendall smiled (A/N Yeah, KENDALL smiled, who would have thought).
"Oh my G-d," said Weiss.
"Oh my G-d," said Jack.
Vaughn was silent. He simply got out of his chair and rushed over to Sydney, kissing her hard on the mouth. When they came up for air Sydney began to cry. Vaughn held her as her body shook as she cried, for the first time in seven years, out of happiness.

"Hey man," Weiss interupted. "Some of us want to hug the long-lost Bristow."
Vaughn reluctantly broke away, tears in his eyes.
"Hey, Weiss," said Sydney as she gave him a hug. Then came Jack.
"Sydney."
"Hey Daddy."
"I missed you."
"I missed you. All of you." She met Vaughn's eyes. "So much."
***

Sydney got into bed next to Vaughn, wearing a pear of sweatpants and a big comfy sweatshirt. She layed down on his chest and his arm went around her.

"You sure you don't want to go to your old place? Tell Francie and Will you're back?" Vaughn asked.
"Hey, don't be so quick to get rid of me Michael!" Sydney joked.
"I'm not! Trust me I would never get rid of you, but you going missing tore them up. Not that I'm any stranger to the feeling."
"Me neither. G-d. I missed you so much. It was this constant ache inside of me. Not a minute went by when I didn't think about you. About how I had to survive anything they would throw at me if only to see you one last time."

Vaughn pulled her closer. "So when did you get back? Who took you? Where were you?"
"Yesterday, I don't know, and Helena, Montana, believe it or not."
"Helena? According to the big "You Are Now Leaving Helena, Montana" sign."
Vaughn chuckled. "It must have felt great to be back."
"Truth is I felt completely lost. But, I kept thinking that I had to find you . I went to our old apartment the new owner told me that you had moved out."
"Oh, Jim! Yeah, he's a great guy. I moved out a while back. I couldn't stand living there without you."
"I'm sorry."
"For WHAT?" asked Vaughn, shocked.
"For leaving you, for not coming back..."
"Woah Syd! You couldn't have done anything about it!"

Tears filled Sydney's eyes. "I wanted to find you again. I wanted to have you hold me, kiss me. Sometimes I'd wish that ou were there with me, so we could be together again. Does that make me a horrible person?"
"No, Syd, that just makes you a person. No one wants to feel alone. But, you never were you know. I was always with you. I always will be. I love you more than life itself. And by the way, I sometimes wished I was with you too."

The sweatshirt and sweatpants Sydney was weaing didn't stay on much longer.
***

Sydney and Vaughn were parked on her old driveway.
"You ready?" asked Vaughn.
"I'm scared." confessed Sydney.
"Don't be. They're going to be ecstatic that you're back."
"Is there anything I should know?"
"Well, Francie and Will got engaged."
"TO EACH OTHER?!" Sydney was shocked.
Vaughn laughed. "Noooo. Francie got engaged to this great guy, Chris. And Will got engaged to Agent Phillips, remember her?" Sydney laughed.
"Yeah. So I guess her boyfriend's out of the picture?"
"They broke up when she met Will. Let's go."
Vaughn got out of the car. Sydney would follow in a minute but in the meanwhile...

Vaughn knocked on the door. Will answered.
"Hey, Mike! It's been a while since you came by here."
"Yeah..." said Vaughn uncomfortably. "It's just... I couldn't-"
"Hey, man," said Will understandingly, "You don't have to explain to me. So, what sparked this visit?"

Sydney appeared in the doorway. "Hey Will," she said shyly.

He looked like he was about to faint. "FRANCIE!"

Francie came running down the stairs. "Will? What is it what's wrong?" Then she saw Sydney. "Oh my G-d."
"Yeah," said Sydney, laughing. "There's a lot of that going around." Francie and Will pulled her into a hug, tears streaming down their faces. They broke apart. Francie tucked a peice pf Sydney's hair behind her ear.

"I can't believe you're back." said Francie.
"Me neither."
"So what happened?" asked Will.
Sydney looked at Vaughn. "Francie knows everything," he said knowingly.
"I was running in the park and then someone knocked me out. I think they were trying to get intelligence from me."
Vaughn suddenly grabbed Sydney's arm. "Did they hurt you?!" Sydney's arms went around her stoumach. She nodded. Vaughn hugged her as she began to cry.
"O, G-d Syd," said Vaughn. "I'm so- I should have tried harder to get you back. It's just after a year the CIA gave up. No one thought you were alive."
"We could only hope you were," said Will, and Francie nodded in agreement.
"Come on," said Francie leading them into the living room. "We've got a lot to talk about. You've got seven years to catch up on!"
"Yeah, I heard you guy got engaged."
"Yeah," said Will, smiling. "You join us soon."
"Believe me," said Vaughn, mischevous smile on his face. "She will."

***

Vaughn watched Sydney sleep that night. He used to do that a lot, but this time he stayed up all night, unlike when he used to stay up only for a few hours. He was still in shock, great shock, that she was back. He never wanted her out of his sight again. He had let her get taken once, but he swore to himself that he would never let her get taken again.

He smiled as he stare at her. She was so beautiful. He had never felt so strongly about anyone. While she was gone, he would wish that he was with her. Or that he would be killed so that she could be free to live again. He wanted nothing more than her safety.

In the middle of the night, Sydney suddenly let out a sofer moan. She started to shake. "No! Please no! I won't tell! No! Get away! G-d no! Please! MICHAEL!"
"Sydney! Syd, hon, it's all a dream!"
Sydney's eyes opened. She stopped shaking. "M-Michael?"
"Shh...Syd, what was that?"
"I was dreaming about, when I was... in that place."
"Sydney look at me." She did. "You're not there anymore."
"So, why does it feel like I still am?" SHe looked him straight in the eyes. "I mean, this is all happening so fast! How do I know that this isn't just a dream? This is all so perfect. I don't want to go back there Michael. Don't let me go back there!" She threw her arms around his neck.

"Shh... It's okay honey. You're not going back there. You will never go back there as long as I am alive."
"There's no doubt in my mind that I'll be sade as long as you're alive. But what happens if you're not?"

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Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who are the loneliest of all?
Why those who lose true love of course!
But true love is never lost, but waiting to be found

"Syd what are you talking about?" asked Vaughn, confusion in his eyes.
"These people are dangerous, Michael," explained Sydney. "And they're majorly top
secret. I mean, we went for seven years not knowing who they were. We still
don't. How do we know that they won't come back for me? It's only been three days
since I've been back. Add on the three days it took me to get here, that makes six.
That's not a lot. They could show up tomorrow. They could take me away again."
Sydney started getting teary-eyed. "Or even worse, take you away. I don't- I don't
want you going through what I did."
"Okay." said Vaughn soothingly. "Here's what we'll do. It's five o'clock already (A/N
yeah I know I said the middle of the night, but 5 is still pretty early.). We'll get
dressed, go into work. See if we can find anything about criminals that have been seen
in Montana in the past 7 years. Okay?"

Sydney nodded silently.
"Good," said Vaughn. "Don't worry sweetie. It's going to be fine. It's all going to be
alright."
But neither of them really believed him.
***

"Anything?" asked Sydney, approaching Vaughn as he walked away from an agent
who had been looking up sightings.
"Nothing. The last time a criminal was seen in Montana was Sloane, about a week
before we captured him."
"So, what does that mean? This is someone new?" Sydney looked up into his deep
green eyes, still sparked with worry for her after all these years. (A/N my attempt at
telling you what they look like, yeah I know it sucked. They look pretty much the
same guys, what can I say...)

"Maybe. Or it could be that they were in disguise, or that no one reported them."
"Believe it or not, I'd prefer an old enemy to a new one. At least then I'd almost
know what to expect."
"I know. We'll keep looking. Do you think you'll be able to tell us where you were
held hostage?" Vaughn mentally smacked himself. "Would it be too hard for you?
Because-"
"No," reassured Sydney "I can tell you, but why?"
"So we could watch the compound via satellite. Maybe catch some movement that
could lead us to whoever's in charge. And I promise you Syd. I'll shoot the son of a
b*^ch myself."
Sydney looked him hard in the face. "I get a bullet too."
Vaughn almost smiled. "Deal."
***

Sydney instructed the agents on the general location of the compound, and after a little
searching they got exact coordinates. What they found shocked them.
"It's a raid..." muttered Sydney under her breath.
"Who are these guys? Zoom in," instructed Vaughn, "Let's see if we get any clues."
They followed his instructions, and Sydney and Vaughn inspected the image closely.
"See anything?" asked Vaughn, he didn't.
"No... but they look like they're leaving. Without prisoners."
"Or technology. You said they were moving you right?" Sydney nodded. "So maybe
they evacuated."
"So they're still out there. The people who ruined my life for seven years." Sydney felt
Vaughn grab her hand and hold it tightly. She took in a shaky breath. "They're still
out there."

*** LATER THAT NIGHT

Sydney dried her hair as she finished getting dressed after her shower.
"Michael? I don't really feel up to-" she froze. "going out tonight..." she finished.
"But that won't be a problem will it?" asked Vaughn, amused, smile growing across his
face. "Surprised?" Vaughn had completely taken over the dining room. He had
prepared a candle-lit romantic dinner for two, complete with roses and... take-out?
"Take-out Chinese food, my favorite."
"I know."
"I know you know, you know everything about me." said Sydney.
"Because I love you."
"I love you too."
They sat down to eat and Sydney could not remember being so at peace, or so at
home.

*** CIA OPERATIONS CENTER
"Sydney!" Weiss called from across the room.
"Hey, Weiss what's up?"
"Not much. Vaughn's not with you?" Weiss peered around her, looking for Vaughn.
"Nope. He didn't get called in, they just wanted me. He went shopping."
"MIKE! Shopping?" Weiss was dangerously close to bursting out laughing. "He
must buying something for you."
"I doubt it," said Sydney, laughing. "How much can you buy for one person?"
"For you, Mike would buy the world."
Sydney didn't answer. They both knew it was true.

They went over to Jack to find out why Sydney had been called in.
"Dad, what's going on?"
"We got a positive ID on the person who held you hostage."
"Are you sure?"
"99 percent. A single person came back to the compound last night, alone, after the
raiders left. And he was able to get in."
Jack pushed some buttons and pulled up a picture of...
"Sark?" Sydney was shocked. "He's still out after all this time?"
"We haven't seen him since Sloane was taken in."
"That could be because he spent his time watching ME BEING HELD PRISONER
FOR SEVEN YEARS!!"
"Sydney. There's more."
"MORE?!"
"We think that Sark is here. In LA."

Sydney remembered something. Something that was said to her after her first escape
attempt her first week at the compound. Something she had completely forgotten
about.
"We will make this very clear, Ms. Bristow." one of the men had said, holding a
stick that sent off electric charges throught Sydney's body. "If you by some chance
happen to escape, we won't just come after you. We will come after those you care
about. Starting with Michael Vaughn." She had totally forgotten about it, and
hadn't even tried to escape since then.

"Oh my G-d," breathed Sydney. "Michael."

***
Vaughn exited the store with a smile on his face. He couldn't wait until tonight.
Sydney was going to get the biggest surprise of her life.

Sydney. He had missed her so much. Every day was a constant heartache. The
only thing that kept him living was the hope that maybe, someday, Sydney would come
home to him.

He was so obsorbed in his thoughts, he hardly felt the needle go under his skin. He
was unconscious before he hit the floor.

Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall, who are the loneliest of all?
Why those who lose true love of course!
But true love is never lost, but waiting to be found
And once it's found, never let go, though all may tell you to

"MICHAEL!!" Sydney ran into their apartment, after driving all around town looking
for him. She searched every room, her vision blurry from tears. "Michael!" she called
out again, with no response. She collapsed on the bed, feeling faint. The room got
dimmer, and dimmer, until it faded to black.

***

"Sydney. Sydney." She felt a hand shaking her.
"Hmm... Michael?" she asked, still disoriented.
"No, Syd, it's Weiss."
Her eyes opened, and her vision cleared. "Did you find him?"
"No," said Weiss sadly. "But, I came here looking for you, and found this on the night
table. You really should keep your doors locked, they could've killed you."
If they took Michael, I don't care.
"Where's the note?"
Weiss gave it to her. "I wasn't even rude, kept it closed and everything."

She stared at the envelope, almost afraid to open it. Her name was written in
handwriting she recognized, but couldn't place. She slowly opened the envelope, and a
picture fell into her lap. A picture that was taken the day before Sydney was taken.
She remembered that day, her last day of freedom, so vividly, that she recognized it
immediately. Vaughn and Sydney had gone to San Francisco for the day, and the
picture was of the two of them, waiting for a trolley car. Sydney was resting on
Vaughn's shoulder, a smile on her face.

She blinked back tears, and began to read the letter.

Ms. Bristow-
By the way things looked when I entered your apartment, you already know what this
is about. We have Michael Vaughn. I assume you know this, and if not
SURPRISE!

Sydney almost exploded at how Sark could take this so lightly. She continued:

Don't worry, he's not dead. Not yet anyway. You have three days until we kill him.
I believe that is how long it took you to get to LA. But, we're not in Montana.

I recall, that we observed you prior to your capture. And we heard you speaking to
you friend Francie about your "future" with Michael Vaughn. She asked you where
your dream honeymoon was. I hope you remember.

Sydney handed the letter to Weiss, staring angrily at the floor. The letter had said, "
By the way things looked when I entered your apartment." Sark had been sitting at
HER table and wrote this letter. And now he was playing with her emotions. With
riddles.

Everyone knew how much Sydney hated riddles. With all the deception in her life, she
liked things to be straightforward. That was one of the many things she loved about
Vaughn. He was always straight with her.

"Do you remember where you wanted to go?" asked Weiss, snapping her from her
thoughts. She nodded.
"We're going to Aspen, Colorado."

***
"So, Kendall actually let us use a CIA plane?" asked Sydney, as she took her seat.
"Yeah, apparently, he feels guilty for stopping the search for you after a year."
Sydney laughed, then grew silent

"He'll be okay," said Weiss, trying to encourage her.
"He better be. That son of a ----- took my life, I won't let him take my reason for
living."
"Is there a difference?"
"If Michael dies... My heart may beat, but I won't be living."
"Mike wouldn't want that."
"I know that's not what he wants. But that's what's going to happen."

***
Vaughn awoke to blackness that he originally assumed was simply because his eyes
were closed. Actually, his eyes weren't closed, the room was pitch black. His eyes
searched the room, hoping, praying for some light, so he could make sure that Sydney
was not with him. But there was no light.

He could sense someone in the room with him. You know that feeling that you get,
when someone is staring at your back? When your hair stands on end, and you search
frantically for whoever is staring at you, but can't see them? That's what was
happening to Vaughn right now.

"Who's there?" he called out into the dark room.
"Hello, Mr. Vaughn." answered a voice. "I hope you realize that this isn't about you.
It's about Sydney. The fact is, your girlfriend, Miss Bristow, has escaped our care."

Care? You -------, there was no caring involved in holding her hostage for
seven years.

"We are holding you here in an effort to get her back. Granted, we could have just
taken her, but we warned her that we would take you as well, per chance she escaped.
And we always keep our promises."

And for some reason, it clicked. He realized who was talking to him.

Sark

***

Weiss was looking over the letter for the twenty-thousandth time. His eyes suddenly
grew wide.
"Syd! Come here!" he called, and Sydney came running over.
"What's wrong?"
"I just realized, Sark always used 'we.' Why would he do that?"
Sydney took the letter, and read it again, seeing it was true. "When Sark was working
for Irina, or Sloane, he always said their name or "my employer." He never included
himself."
"So, what does this mean? Sark's heading his own corporation?"
"It means, he's working with someone else."
"Who?" asked Weiss.
"I don't know..." admitted Sydney.

***
"So, Mr. Vaughn, how shall we pass the time until your beautiful Sydney gets here?
Dinner and a movie, hockey game, torture? All sound fun..."

The lights came on in the room. Vaughn stared into Sark's eyes, that were once icy
blue, but now, thanks to colored contacts, were green. His blond hair, now black.

The door opened. A woman stepped into the room and walked over to Sark. He
smiled, and kissed her. Vaughn sat in shock. Sark and the woman broke apart, a
strand of her blond hair, getting in her eyes. Vaughn managed to form a single word.

"Alice?"

FYI to the people who by some chance read this later: the flashback is in italics.

Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall, who are the loneliest of all?
Why those who lose true love of course!
But true love is never lost, but waiting to be found
And once it's found, never let go, though all may tell you to
For the one thing, the single thing that you have that's worthwhile, is that love

Sydney and Weiss had landed. They were currently in the back of the plane, loading
weapons.
"Aspen's pretty big, how will we know where to go?" asked Weiss.
"I remember that conversation with Francie-"

"You do?" Weiss was shocked that she could remember after all these years.
"SD-6 stressed an excellent memory. Anyway, I was specific about the hotel. If Sark
and whoever he's working with really were listening, and they claim to have hear where
I said, then they'll be at the Sheraton."
"How do you know that they weren't lying, Sark isn't exactly known as trust-worthy."
"He wouldn't lie, he wants me back." Sydney finished loading her gun. "Let's go."

***

"Hello, Michael. It's been a while," said Alice, smoothly.
"Alice?" Vaughn was still in shock.
She laughed lightly, the same laugh that she used when Vaughn would leave in the
middle of the night because of "work." When he would joke about how work was a
killer. Alice had always thought that there was another woman, as much as she
didn't want to admit it. But, until she had proof, she would stay, would succumb
herself to the torture of watching her boyfriend fall in love with someone else.

Sydney Bristow. Alice had learned her name when Vaughn had broken up with her so
many years ago.

"I don't think this is going to work. That we're going to work," Vaughn had
said.
"W-why?" asked Alice, shocked. She should have known that this was coming.
"Alice, it's not you-" Vaughn was feeding her "the line."
"Please, DON'T FEED ME THAT LINE! Obviously it is me, why else would
you be breaking up with me?"
"It really is me. I-It wasn't right to stay in a relationship with someone I wasn't in love
with."
"Y-you didn't love me?" she definitely wasn't expecting that.
"I did. I just don't anymore." Vaughn wasn't doing to well at being
comforting.
"Was there someone else?" please say no.
"We didn't do anything, but I'm in love with her."
"Who?"
"Sydney. Sydney Bristow. You knew her as Rita."

Alice had snapped. She shrank into her own world, broke off contact with everyone.
Her friends had tried to cheer her up. After a year, a man approached her. He said
that he could help her, that with him by her side, she could get Vaughn back. She
realized that statement was a bit ambiguous, but she took it as to win back his love.
That man was Sark.

With his help they observed Sydney, and eventually took her captive. Alice moved in,
"comforting" Vaughn, eventually trying to advance their relationship. However, the
few times that she tried to kiss him, he would practically run out of the room.
Alice had ended up falling in love with Sark, but kept up her campaign with Vaughn
for revenge. No one dumps Alice Peterson and gets away with it.

And that's what had brought them to this point, Vaughn tied to a chair, Sark digging
into him with knifes and such. Alice watched on gleefully at her ex-boyfriend's pain.

***

Weiss and Sydney ran into the hotel. Sydney pulled out a picture of Sark and ran over
to one of the security guards.
"Excuse me," said Sydney hurriedly, pulling out her badge, "We've from this CIA.
Have you seen this man?"
"Um... yes I have. He came in here with his new wife. Pretty blond girl."
"Vaughn never struck me as a blond haired girl..." muttered Weiss. Sydney ignored
him.
"Did anyone else come in with him?"
"Yeah, he had some bodyguards, struck me as kind of odd, bring guards on his
honeymoon, but apparently he's some sort of actor or something."
"Was there anything suspicious about him or his guards?"
"One of them, he had this really far off stare, like he wasn't really there."
Sydney pulled a picture of Vaughn from her wallet, ignoring the cough that had just
escaped from Weiss's mouth.
"That's him!"
"What room are they in?"
"Honeymoon suite, room 47 (me- LOL, 47). But you can't just go up there!"
But Weiss and Sydney were already gone.

***

"It's been one day already Michael. She's not coming for you. And if she does, well
then you'll both die." Alice pulled out her handgun
"You don't even know how to use that," said Vaughn.
"Come on Michael! It's been how long? Plus I had the best teacher around." She
smiled lovingly at Sark, who was sitting on a couch not far away. "Christopher is quite
handy with a gun."

Christopher, thought Vaughn, so that's his name...

"Sydney's smart. She won't come, she'll know it's a trap."
"Yes. Your girlfriend is smart. So smart that she was able to steal you away
from me. But, you see, she's always had one thing. One thing that is both her strength
and her weakness. And that is her love for you."

Then the door came crashing down. Sark leaped from his seat, gun raised. Sydney
had kicked the door down. Weiss, Sydney, Sark and Alice all had their guns raised.

BANG

Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall, who are the loneliest of all?
Why those who lose true love of course!
But true love is never lost, but waiting to be found
And once it's found, never let go, though all may tell you to
For the one thing, the single thing that you have that's worthwhile, is that love
There will be trials. There will be terror. But you will always have that love.

Sydney collapsed.
"SYDNEY!" cried Vaughn. Weiss fired, hitting Sark and Alice. They each fell to the ground. He rushed to check on Sydney.
"WEISS! Untie me NOW!" Weiss left Sydney's side to check on Vaughn. He rushed over to check on Sydney. He let out a sigh of relief.
"It hit her leg. It doesn't look too serious."

Weiss had the same reaction as Vaughn.
"We're still going to have to get her to a hospital. Syd? Can you walk?"
"I don't think so..." Said Sydney, grimacing.
Vaughn scooped her up in his arms, as Weiss checked to see if either Sark or Alice had a pulse. Neither of them did.

In the lobby, they ran into some unfriendlies: Sark's guards. Firing erupted, people dove to the ground. Vaughn, Sydney securely in his arms, and Weiss, ran out of the building and towards to car.

"Syd?" asked Vaughn.
"Yeah?"
"Will you marry me?"
"You're asking me to marry you while I have a gunshot wound and we're running from maniacs with guns?" Sydney had expected that his proposal would be a little more romantic than this.
"No time like the present."
"Okay." Vaughn smiled. Sydney fell unconcious.

Vaughn climbed into the back seat, Sydney lying on him. Weiss got into the driver's seat.
"WEISS DRIVE!" yelled Vaughn. They sped away.

***

A female nurse approached Vaughn and Weiss.
"Ms. Bristow is out of surgery, she should be fine."
"Can we see her?"
"I love her more than life itself. Does that constitute me as family?"

The nurse smiled lightly, like she wished that her boyfriend, if she had one, would have such an undying devotion to her as Vaughn had to Sydney.
"Fine. I'm afraid your friend can't though."
Weiss nodded. "Tell Sydney I said Hi."

Vaughn entered her room. Sydney was still sleeping, a bandage on her leg. He sat down in a chair next to her and held her hand.

"So, Syd. Don't scare me like that again. I haven't been that scared since- since you dissapeared. I don't think that I told you what happened after you were taken.

See, I woke up that morning, and as usual, you were out for a run. But, then one hour turned into five. And I just- I just sat there, staring at the foor, waiting for you to come back home. I should have gone looking. Maybe if I had I could have caught Sark or Alice or whoever took you. I'm so sorry."

Vaughn pushed a strand of Sydney's hair off her face, tears in his eyes.

"I couldn't sleep. In the middle of the night, I would reach over to where you used to be, wanting to touch you. But you weren't there. That's when I would remember that I lost you. So I moved, hoping to dull the memories. I didn't. I'm so sorry, Syd. Maybe, if I had gone looking for you I could have caught them before they took you. I'm so sorry.

After you left, I never- I kept to myself. Some days I would wake and I would miss you so much I couldn't get out of bed. Weiss helped me, told me that sitting around missing you wasn't going to get you back. Of course, I still missed you, like Hell, but I worked to continue what you had started, protecting and helping this country and its people.

I love you. I will always love you. I told you once. When you feel like there's no one you can trust, you have me. I'm your allie. Never question that."

He fell asleep like that, sitting back in his chair, Sydney's fingers intwined in his. He didn't notice the small smile tugging at the ends of Sydney's mouth. She had been awake the whole time.

***

Vaughn awoke the next morning to find Sydney staring at him, smiling.
"Hey, you," said Sydney.
"Hey, yourself. How you feeling?"
"I never questioned that you were my allie you know."
Vaughn looked at her questioningly. "You were awake?"
"The whole time. I always found that people are the most honest when they think that no one can see them."
"I would have told you the same thing if you were awake."
"I know. You're always honest with me, that's one of the many things I love about you."
"One of the many?" said Vaughn jokingly. "What are the other ones?"
"Kiss me." Demanded Sydney. Vaughn obeyed.
"There's another one," said Sydney.

Vaughn laughed.
"So, when's our wedding?" asked SYdney, sitting up.
"You remember?" Vaughn was suprised that she could remember, seeing as she had gone unconcious after she accepted.
"What, you think that since I fell unconcious right after I'm just going to forget that the man of my dreams proposed to me?" Sydney had practically read his mind. She always could.

"I'm the man of your dreams? That's funny, 'cause I was thinking that you're the woman of my dreams."
"I would hope so. Since you're marrying me and all," said Sydney. She loved saying that Vaughn was marrying her. She loved that Vaughn was marrying her. (me- I wrote that twice on purpose people, don't yell at me.)

"So," said Vaughn, "When should we get married?"
"October first. It says it on my ring remember?" Sydney help up her hand so Vaughn could see her ring.
"Is that- is that the promise ring I gave you?"
"You just noticed it!"
"I was more focused on your lips than your hands thank you very much."
"So, you've got to keep your promise." Sydney poked his chest. "'Always and Forever'"
"Forever."

Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall, who are the loneliest of all?
Why those who lose true love of course!
But true love is never lost, but waiting to be found
And once it's found, never let go, though all may tell you to
For the one thing, the single thing that you have that's worthwhile, is that love
There will be trials. There will be terror. But you will always have that love.
Love is everlasting. Forever.

Sydney knocked on the door of her old house. Francie smiled when she opened the door.
"Hey Syd! How ya been!"
"Great!" Said Sydney. And for the first time in a long time, it was true. "Listen, I was wondering..." Sydney paused.
"Yeah?"
"Do you still cater weddings?"
"Yeah, why- Oh, my G-d." Francie realized what Sydney was saying.
"Yeah," said Sydney, smiling.
"AAAHHHH!!!" Francie had the typical best friend reaction, jumping and screaming.

"Francie are you okay?" asked Will from the other room.
"WILL!! GET IN HERE!!"
"What? Are you okay?" Will came in.
"Sydney's getting married!!!"
"She is? Ha! We can start a club!"
"What?" asked Sydney and Francie at the same time.

"Well, we're all engaged," explained Will, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Poor Weiss, he's the only one who's single," said Sydney laughing.
"I don't think he minds it that much," said Francie.
"So, where's Mike?" Will looked behind Sydney, searching for her eternal other half.
"He's telling Weiss."
"Shouldn't you go together?" asked Francie.

"Knowing Weiss, he's going to drag Mike out for drinks. I didn't want intrude on their guy time," explained Sydney.
"Why am I not included in 'guy time?'" Will mocked hurt.
"You are. You're supposed to meet them at Weiss's."
"Cool. See ya guys!" Will exited.
Francie and Sydney turned to each other as the door closed behind Will. "AAAAHHHH!!!!"

***
"So, you're engaged!" Weiss was saying.
"Yeah," said Vaughn.
"I thought Sydney was supposed to be the one who's glowing. Mike," Weiss put a hand on Vaughn's shoulder. "Are you pregnant?"
"Ha ha Weiss," said Vaughn, shaking Weiss off of him. "I'm just happy. I love her."
"Well, I could have told you that nine and a half years ago."
"Probably."
"So, you know what we have to do to celebrate."
"Drinks?"
"My friend the beer."
"Fine. But we're supposed to wait for-"
"Me," said Will, appearing in the doorway.

"How did Sydney-" said Weiss, shocked.
"We are of one mind," said Vaughn laughing.
"Syd figured that you would drag Mike here out for drinks, and sent me along."
"So, I'm the third non-engaged wheel?" Weiss feigned sadness.
"Sorry man," said Will laughing.
"Maybe if you liked a girl for more than a week..." suggested Vaughn.
"Hey, I liked that girl Cindy for three weeks, thank you very much," insisted Weiss.
"Whatever Weiss, let's go," said Will.

***

On October First, 2011
Michael C. Vaughn and Sydney A. Bristow
Will be wed, starting out their lives together.
They cordially invite you to share their celebration
At the Los Angeles Mariott (A/N OK, I think I spelled that wrong...)

***

Sydney stared in the mirror. Only this time she thought "Who is that?" and had an answer. "That's Sydney Bristow. She's in love. She's getting married." Sydney Bristow was getting married.

She was so excited. She was currently standing in her dressing room, Francie was doing her hair and makeup.

"What I don't understand," said Francie, "Is how you got married before me."
"I don't know."
"I just hope that Chris (A/N yeah, I know Sark and Francie's fiance have the same name. They're not the same person) loves me as much as Mike loves you."
"I'm sure he does."
"I know. It's just, G-d, have you seen how he looks at you? You're his entire world."
"I know. I'm quite familiar with that feeling. I love him."
"Good," said Francie, "'Cause you're marrying him in fifteen minutes."
***

Sydney stood in front of the minister. Vaughn had just finished his vows. It was now Sydney's turn:

"Michael. We've been through so much to get here. Before I met you, I thought my life was over. Turns out that meeting you began it. I love you so much. There's been so many obstacles in our lives, and we've always overcome them. Our love has survived. I found this quote in a book I was reading, I'm not sure which book, it was a long time ago, but I remember it really well:

Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall, who are the loneliest of all?
Why those who lose true love of course!
But true love is never lost, but waiting to be found
And once it's found, never let go, though all may tell you to
For the one thing, the single thing that you have that's worthwhile, is that love
There will be trials. There will be terror. But you will always have that love.
Love is everlasting. Forever.

Never question that."

"You may now kiss the bride."

***

The wedding was amazing. Francie was just as amazing a caterer as Sydney remembered. Sydney wore a spaghetti-strap white dress with some diamonds sewed into the neckline. Vaughn wore a simple black tux. (A/N you ever noticed how guys have such boring dress closed? It just bothers me... Sorry, anyway...)

They went to Hawaii for their honeymoon. Neither wanted to go anywhere near Aspen again. Later, when they were opening their gifts, Vaughn opened a present with binoculars inside. The card read: "I'll be seeing you." Vaughn recognized the handwriting.

Alice's.



THE END!!! Of course, then comes my sequel which I'm gonna go post right now!

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