Title: This Tear

Author: SydGillyKC

Disclaimer: I wish Alias was mine, but unfortunately it isn't, so don't sue me.

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at an Alias fanfiction. I've written dozens of X-Files ones, but have been brainstorming this one for a while, ever since I discovered that Alias was the only show on TV that was actually as good as X-Files. And I'm warning you now, I intend on this story being fairly long. That said, please review! I'm a very insecure person when it comes to my writing and I crave feedback. Criticism's fine as long as it's constructive. Thanks everyone!

Chapter 1: Results

The last mission had *not* gone well. This surprised Sydney only because it had seemed relatively simple at the SD-6 briefing. She had to pose as an employee at a law-firm in Switzerland. Marshall had made her a special pair of reading glasses that, when tapped in the right place, emitted a special gas that knocked someone out in what Marshall called "record time." She'd used it on the lawyer whose office she had to break into. Then all she had to do was break into a safe in the office and steal a videotape that had some sort of material on it to blackmail Cuvee for everything he was worth. Of course, she'd found out most of that from Vaughn when he gave her the counter-mission. Sloane had made up some story having to do with their "patriotic duty." So she'd gotten the tape out of the safe and easily walked out of the office. When she got into the elevator, though, a security guard had been waiting. She had no idea how he'd known, but she didn't have much time to consider it as he pulled her onto the elevator and held a gun to her side as the doors closed. Once they'd moved down for a few seconds, the guard pressed the emergency stop button and proceeded to turn around and deliver a blow to her stomach that left her winded. She barely had time to recover when he came at her again, but she did manage to grab his arm and effectively throw him slightly off balance before she kicked his shin, causing him to double over. She'd assumed that was her opportunity to deliver a blow to his head that would leave him unconscious, but he had recovered quicker than expected. He'd come straight at her, catching her off-guard, and thrown her against the elevator wall. She'd hit her head and lost consciousness immediately.

When she woke up, she was alone in the elevator. Her head hurt like hell and she stood up feeling quite dizzy. She knew she probably had a concussion. She made her way outside the building as quickly as possible, trying not to let on to anyone that the room was spinning and she was starting to see double. When she made it outside, she immediately rounded the side of the building and threw up into some bushes. She took a few shaky breaths before making her way to the van Dixon was in around the back of the building. He immediately noticed something was wrong and she'd told him about the security guard, but insisted that she could hold out until they got back home. Then she'd see a doctor. Reluctantly, he'd agreed.

Sydney recalled all this while sitting on an uncomfortable plastic chair at Angel of Mercy Hospital. She had just undergone a battery of tests to determine the extent of her head injury. Ever since she'd gotten back from Switzerland she was in a constant state of dizziness and had a dull throb in her head that didn't seem to stop. Occasionally, it had turned into blinding, searing pain. That's what convinced her she'd better keep her promise to Dixon and actually go to the hospital to get checked out. She'd only avoided it because she knew going to the hospital meant going to an SD- 6 hospital, Angel of Mercy. The hospital already brought back bad memories from Dixon's shooting. The thought of placing her own health in the hands of SD-6 made her sick to her stomach, but what choice did she have?

So she went.

And now she waited.

The ringing of her cell phone snapped her out of her thoughts. She quickly fumbled through her purse and dug out her phone. The caller ID said it was Vaughn. She smiled, but then remembered while they could usually talk freely on her cell phone, she was in an SD-6 hospital, which she was sure was heavily surveilled.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Syd, hey. I tried your house, but no one picked up. How'd the mission go?" He asked, sounding concerned, which made her smile.

"Hey Francie, I'm still at Angel of Mercy. Hopefully it won't be too much longer," Sydney replied, hoping Vaughn got the hint.

"Angel of Mercy? Syd, are you okay?" Vaughn asked, his voice full of concern.

"No, I haven't gotten the results yet, but I'm feeling okay," she replied, answering Vaughn's question as best she could.

"Okay, look, just call me when you're done there and we'll meet at the warehouse, alright?"

"Will do. See you later, Francie," Sydney said cheerfully, hanging up the phone. She hated that she had to leave him guessing about what had happened on her mission and why she was at an SD-6 hospital, but she knew it was for both of their safety. Hopefully, the results would be ready soon and she could leave. She wondered why they were taking so long. It wasn't as if it were hard to tell if she had a concussion or not. She was already fairly certain she did. Had this been a normal hospital, she knew she probably wouldn't be so anxious. But this was anything but a normal hospital. This was a hospital full of doctors and nurses who answered to a man she personally considered to be the devil: Arvin Sloane. And all she could do was sit back and wait.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Two hours later, she found herself driving towards the warehouse in a daze. But a different sort of daze than the one she'd been in the last several days. They had thankfully given her medication to relieve the side effects of her minor concussion. Yes, they had concluded that she had a concussion. For that, they had simply prescribed some medication and told her to rest. No, this daze was much different now. This time driving was automatic simply because she couldn't bring herself to focus on it while so many things ran through her mind. She sat in her car almost a full minute before realizing she had reached her destination. She turned off the car and walked inside to find Vaughn pacing. He immediately spun around to face her when he heard her approach.

"Hi," he said, his forehead creasing in concern. Any other day his concern would have made her smile. But today was hardly any other day.

"Hi," she replied, forcing a weak smile. She walked over and sat on the edge of a crate. "I didn't get the videotape," she told him before he had a chance to say anything.

"What happened?"

"An unlucky run-in with a guard. I fought him, but I guess I just hadn't been expecting anything to go wrong. He caught me so off-guard I ended up unconscious in the elevator. I got away from the building easily, but he must've taken the tape while I was out," she explained.

"Are you alright?"

"The doctor says I have a minor concussion," she said dismissively.

"That's why you were at Our Lady Mercy?" He asked.

"Yeah," she said, looking down at the floor. Vaughn immediately sensed that something else was bothering her. She seemed a little out of it and there was something in her eyes that disturbed him. Not to mention how completely exhausted and pale she looked. Although that could easily be due to her long day at the hospital, he suspected there was something she wasn't telling him. He walked over and sat beside her on the crate. He looked over at her, but she still kept her gaze trained on the floor.

"There's something else, isn't there?" She didn't reply, but he saw her tense slightly at his words. "What's going on, Syd?" he prodded gently, leaning in so his face was close to hers. She finally looked up at him and he was surprised to see tears shimmering in her eyes. One solitary tear escaped and rolled down her cheek. He didn't hesitate, just simply leaned in and took her into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around her as she did the same. She cried softly, not the kind of crying where you're heaving with sobs, just lightly, as if she didn't have the energy for anything more. Once her crying had quieted to a few sniffles he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Please, Sydney. Tell me what's wrong."

She pulled away slowly, wiping away her tears and clearing her throat before finally looking at him. He looked so afraid at what she might say that she almost smiled. Then she realized what she had to tell him was probably every bit as horrible as what he was thinking and the urge to smile abruptly left her. She took a deep breath, knowing that telling him this would be the most difficult thing she'd had to do in a while.

"When they ran the tests on me, to determine if I had a concussion, they found something else." she trailed off, unsure of exactly how to say it.

"What? What did they find?" He asked anxiously, bringing his face closer to her so that she'd have to look at him. She straightened up in a way that said she was determined to do gather the strength she needed to do this and looked straight into his eyes.

"A brain tumor. They found a brain tumor."

And time suddenly stood still.

To be continued..

A/N: I didn't want to say this in the beginning, because some of you may have figured out what was going to happen, but if any of you have read Jennifer's "With My Dying Breath," I totally don't mean to steal her thunder in this story, it's somewhat the same idea, but it's headed in a very different direction. I got this idea because when I wrote X-Files stories 90% of them were about Scully's cancer, because that's what I loved writing about the most because of all it allowed me to do with the characters. So I thought, why not do the same with Alias? But Jennifer's story is awesome, and definitely an inspiration, I just wanted to say I'm not trying to copy her idea in any way. I only hope mine can be half as good as hers.

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