Title: Ironic

Author: Egyptian Kat

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I do no own ALIAS and its characters. They belong solely and completely to JJ, and Ironic belongs to Alanis.

Summary: Sydney and Vaughn’s lives come crashing together on Vaughn’s wedding day. Based on the song “Ironic.”

(A/N) I normally don’t write song-fics... but this one really isn’t going to be one. The theme is just based on one. I hope you all like it. I don’t think anyone’s written a story like this before and I’ll be proud if I’m the first. Hopefully this story becomes addicting.

Chapter 1: Death Row

**READ THE LYRICS OR ELSE THE STORY JUST MIGHT NOT MAKE SENSE**

An old man turned ninety-eight He won the lottery and died the next day It's a black fly in your Chardonnay It's a death row pardon two minutes too late Isn't it ironic... don't you think?

It's like rain on your wedding day It's a free ride when you've already paid It's the good advice that you just didn't take Who would've thought... it figures

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye He waited his whole damn life to take that flight And as the plane crashed down he thought "Well isn't this nice..." And isn't it ironic... don't you think?

It's like rain on your wedding day It's a free ride when you've already paid It's the good advice that you just didn't take Who would've thought... it figures

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you When you think everything's okay and everything's going right And life has a funny way of helping you out when You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up In your face

A traffic jam when you're already late A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife It's meeting the man of my dreams And then meeting his beautiful wife And isn't it ironic... don't you think? A little too ironic... and yeah I really do think...

It's like rain on your wedding day It's a free ride when you've already paid It's the good advice that you just didn't take Who would've thought... it figures

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out Helping you out

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Fire.

Smoke.

Ash.

Their lives where burning. It was turning to ash and falling to the ground. Papers, clothes, wood and bodies where burning in that house and there was nothing he could do about it.

It took seven firemen to hold Michael Vaughn back. It took seven men to keep a distressed lover from running into the blazing inferno holding the love of his life in a lethal inferno.

It took four hours for him to finally be able to walk into her house. Four hours to discover that the diamond ring in his left breast pocket would never rest on the left hand of Sydney Bristow. Four hours to turn one of the strongest federal agents of the west coast in to a crying grieving heap of realization, agony and pain.

Sydney was gone.

It took nine months for Michael Vaughn to find someone else.

It took nine months for Michael Vaughn to finally make himself think that Sydney was never coming back. Nine months to let the young Lauren Reed dull the pain and try the best she could to fill in the hole in his still aching heart.

And it was 14 hours until his wedding day.

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“Hey Mike.” Weiss said as he walked into his best friend’s hotel room.

“Hey Weiss.” Vaughn replied with an air of exhaustion.

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” Weiss asked.

Vaughn didn’t look at him.

“Michael? Are you ready or not?” he asked again.

Vaughn quietly reached into the open bedside drawer and pulled out an old velvet box. “I just keep thinking of Sydney.” He said, opening the box and pulling out a simple solitaire. “I had to tell Lauren this was my mothers. She almost didn’t believe me, but she did.”

“You bought that for Sydney.”

It was a few minutes before Vaughn spoke again. “I was going to give it to her in Santa Barbra that night. And then... well shit happened. And then Lauren... I almost thought that I should give this to her when I proposed. But then it struck me, ‘hey asshole, maybe you should keep this for just Sydney. It isn’t yours; it isn’t Laurens, its Syd’s.’” He said bitterly.

There was nothing to say to that. Weiss knew that he was still madly in love with Sydney... Lauren was just... well she was just a number. Lauren was taking place of the alcohol and the insomnia. But even if committing himself to Lauren was potentially saving his life, Weiss still didn’t believe it was right.

“Vaughn, you know how I feel about this, right?” Weiss said.

“You think I shouldn’t be doing this.” Vaughn filled in.

“Yeah. What do you think about that?”

“I think that your right.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

“Well then why are you going through with it?” Weiss asked.

Vaughn had tears streaming down his face. “Because I can’t stop think of her. Every time I close my eyes she’s there. I can still feel her touch... her kisses. She still there,” he said, pointing to his head, “In my mind she’s still there making love to me. She’s still there defending herself in stilettos and an evening gown better than I can in combat boots and I just can’t stop thinking about it. Marrying her..... Marrying Lauren is the only way I can really make myself accept that when I wake up in the morning Sydney isn’t going to be lying next to me. She’s gone and I need Lauren to help me to finally accept that.”

A soft patter moved its way across the room, throwing a veil of coldness across the shoulders of its occupants.

Weiss, curious, got up and moved to the window. “Mike, I’m sorry to say this, but it’s going to be raining on your wedding day.”

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“You’ve been gone for two years.” Kendall told her.

“Gone? Two years?” No... that’s impossible... I... I just, no.” Sydney said, shaking her head. “What happened?”

“You where taken by The Covenant.”

“I’ve never heard of them.”

“You where brainwashed... almost.”

“Almost brain....” Sydney stopped and took a deep breath. “Where’s my dad... where’s... where’s Agent Vaughn, or Agent Weiss?” She asked.

“Your father is in solitary confinement...”

“What?!” Sydney interrupted, but Kendall continued.

“Agent Weiss is on assignment and Agent Vaughn...” Kendall hesitated.

“Agent Vaughn is what?” Sydney asked, scared to discover his answer.

“Agent Vaughn is at a wedding.” He finally said.

“A wedding?”

“His... his wedding.”

Sydney didn’t know what to do. It was as if an invisible force had a hold on her throat. “What?” She asked hoarsely, the words barely escaping her lips.

“Agent Vaughn is to be married tomorrow afternoon in North Carolina.” Kendall informed her.

Sydney stood up abruptly, “I can’t be here. I have to be there! Please tell me where, I have to stop this.” She pleaded, tears threatening to spill over.

Shockingly Kendall nodded in agreement. “I figured you’d ask this of me.” He said, pulling a thick manila envelope out of his suit jacket. “You’re to take a flight from the Hong Kong airport to Raleigh. You’ll go under the alias of ‘Hailey Lynn’ to alert the CIA of your existence. There’s car waiting outside with a wig and clothing, and there will be one waiting for you at the airport in the states.”

Sydney smiled but it quickly faded. “Wait... the CIA thinks I’m dead?”

Kendall nodded solemnly. “Most of us thought you where. Except for a few of us that is... You called in about 11 months ago.” Kendall looked down at his watch. “Sydney, you have twenty minutes to catch your flight.”

Sydney nodded in understanding and left the room.

Twenty minutes later, a red headed, 23 year old Hailey Lynn bordered flight 447 to Raleigh, North Carolina.