Two Years Later

Epilogue: The Obligatory Happy Ending

Dear Journal,

This is my last entry as an unmarried woman. In minutes, I will be walking down an aisle to marry Andrew Sark. I don't know when I have been happier; I will be with the man I love for all my life, and my parents, who now love each other with honesty and not lies, like they did when I was young.

It seems so long ago now that I worked for SD-6, that I hated Andrew, or that I didn't even know him. We have done so much to each other; now we will make it up by doing things for each other. I love this man.

We're going to New Zealand for our honeymoon. It will be wonderful. And after that... I don't know. I'm tired of spying but life will be so boring if I don't do something that requires a lot of adrenaline. I'll have to think of something, something Andrew and I can do together.

Lauren is here, and she's been making sure my makeup and hair are perfect. Once she got over her initial dislike of me, we've turned out to be good friends. We're very much alike- it's not hard to see what Vaughn likes in a woman.

Dad is here now. He's going to walk me to the altar. So I'll sign this for the last time-

Sydney Bristow

PS—I never did find out the answer to life, the universe, and everything. But... I think it was forty-seven. And for some reason, I also think it has something to do with love. Mom and Dad know, and so does Andrew. Maybe I'll ask them. Or maybe I'll just let it be a mystery.

Sydney carefully folds the digital journal up and puts it away in her bag. It will be there for her later, when she and her new husband leave for New Zealand. She is sitting on a chair in the choir's robe room in a church in Cardiff, Wales; this is where she carefully got dressed in her wedding gown, the one that Sark bought from Tilden's Boutique even though she had never picked out just one. She loves this one, though.

"I guess I'm ready," Sydney says in a tiny voice, looking up at Lauren and Jack with a tiny smile. She begins to stand up, but her father sits down beside her and pulls her back down.

"I'm going to go find a seat," Lauren says, excusing herself. She can see there's about to be a private father-daughter talk.

"Sydney," says Jack, "I love you, and I want the best for you. Are you sure that this is what you want to do?" He clasps her hands in his large ones.

"Yes, Daddy," she replies. "I want this. More than anything. And, if nothing else, this whole... adventure has brought you and Mom together. I don't think either of you realized how bad it sucked for you two to be apart for all those years."

"I did," says Jack darkly.

"But now," Sydney continues, "it's a happy ending. Andrew and I are having our happy ending. Vaughn and Lauren are working on theirs. Even Igor and Emily get one. I know life doesn't have endings, happy or otherwise, but I think we all have come as close to one as possible. And I'm grateful for that."

Jack's only reply is to squeeze her hands, then kiss her gruffly on the cheek.

"Now," Sydney grins, "I want to go get married."

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The oak doors open, and Sydney looks down a long aisle strewn with rose petals. Jack slips his arm through hers, and slowly begins to walk. She can just barely hear Canon in D playing; she's focusing more on the man with wide eyes waiting for her at the altar. The path to get to him seems unendingly long, and incredibly short at the same time.

Then she's there, staring into bright blue eyes, and there's nothing but those bright blue eyes. She doesn't notice when her father slips away, and goes to sit next to her mother. She doesn't notice Lauren, her maid of honor, watching her in evident glee. (Sydney will not be chased Vaughn is she is honeymooning with Sark, Lauren exults.)

Somehow Sydney manages to say 'I do' at the right points, and apparently Sark does too. Her heart freezes for a second when she hears "If anyone has any reason why these two should not be joined in matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace,"; but no one, despite numerous reasons, says anything. Then come the words she's been waiting for, it seems, all her life.

"I now declare you man and wife. Mr. Sark, you may now kiss the bride."

Sark gently lifts the veil, and lowers his face to hers; she throws her arms around his neck and kisses him in return. Applause can be heard in the background, but she pays it now attention. The kiss is then broken, and her husband -how she likes the word- clasps her tightly to himself. She loves the way they fit together so perfectly.

"So what are we going to do now, my darling?" he whispers in her ear.

"Let's be vigilantes," Sydney whispers back.

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Author's Note: I have now brought an end to Two Years Later: The True Season Three. I hope that it was enjoyed. I certainly enjoyed writing it, though it took forever to do. I have succeeded in my goal of finishing it before Season Four begins, albeit by three days. Please Review!

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