By: nattie700

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Disclaimer: I do not own Alias or any of the characters on the show. They all belong to J.J Abrams and Bad Robot Productions.

Summary: Donovan has his own ideas of getting away…

Dedication: To all of you! Reading this right now! This is for you!

Authors Note: Alas, we have reached the end of our long journey and it is time for me to put my pen down. I bid each and every one of you happy and safe times ahead. It is times like these that I wish I could say something wonderful and profound but I fail to find such words. So I leave you here with words of gratitude and the final chapter of Donovan's Getaway, enjoy.

Chapter Sixteen

"So…when will I see you again?" Vaughn asked. They had finished watching the movie and she had declined all of Vaughn's invitations to stay longer saying that it was already late and she should be getting back. Now they stood at Sydney's car in an awkward silence.

"Um, next week, when I walk Donovan I guess," she replied shyly. Neither of them moved as they stood in the chilly air, both unsure of what exactly they were waiting for.

"Ok, I'll see you then…I guess…"

"Yeah, I'll call you the day before just to make sure it's okay for you, okay?" she said casually.

"Yeah, but it should be all right anyway," he replied. Arrghh Vaughn you're stalling! Be a man for goodness sake! Do it now or never!

"Okay then." She stood there for a few uncomfortable seconds and she seemed to blush before opening her car door and was about to step in when he grabbed her hand.

"Wait-" he said quickly and then realized he didn't know what to say.

She looked at him expectantly. "That's the second time you've tried to stop me from leaving," she smiled.

He grinned back grateful for the hiatus in the silence.

Then he swiftly moved to her side and before she knew it he was right next to her. Right by her side and he was so close, so close that she could feel his breath on her face, it was improper to be this close to someone, but still he didn't move away, she couldn't believe he was this close to her, so close he could-

-then he kissed her and he was there, his lips on hers, unhurried, each vibration felt by the other, each sensation shared, neither tentative nor ardent, just bliss, sweet bliss and then he was gone.

He stepped back hesitantly, uncertain of her reaction. But then she smiled, not just smiled, she beamed. Her whole face lit up with almost a kind of satisfaction and her eyes locked with his and for a fraction of a second he saw their future together and he knew this was how it was meant to be.

He grinned back at her his smile nearly as vibrant as hers. The plan was complete, from Step 1 all the way though to Step 3. But he didn't care about the plan anymore. He was happy, she was happy what more was there to say?

And if that wasn't enough already he was hopelessly - dare he say it? Yes he would - in love with her and her with him. Even though he knew he wasn't, nor she, ready to declare it right then and there he knew it wouldn't be too far away.

She reached for his hand and held it gently in hers as if he might pull away at any given moment. He looked up at her with his reassuring gaze and she met it with her own. He silently pulled her away from the car and shut it's door. She did not question his actions and he did not offer an explanation. He gripped her hand tighter knowing that he would never let go and she knew he wouldn't either.

Fin