The Price of Eternity

hi, i've decided to stick my nose in the 500. um, this is a oneshot i wrote some time back, read it, reread it and re-reread it, decided i liked it, so i thought i'd share it. i call this a 'cracker jack' fic, cause there's a suprise, but you have to read to the bottom to get it :) oh, and before i forget, i think this may fit in the challenge "aftermath" (?) if they NEED to be put into challenges.
and so it begins ;)

“Arvin Sloane is dead.”
“How?”
“An explosion at the tomb.”
a sigh. then, “Thank you, you may leave.”

She had played her role well, the shadow, the partner in Arvin’s background. Trust that Arvin knew more about Rambaldi than anyone else. After all, what you don’t know doesn’t hurt you, right? On the contrary, what you do know makes you all the smarter. When he first started this interest in Rambaldi, he happily expressed his knowledge, with her, and Jack, and whoever else was willing to listen. And she was no fool. As he showed off what he knew, she quietly bid her time, taking notes and doing her own research. It was innocent enough at first. He wanted to find a cure for his poor, sick wife. But as his interest and desire grew, his priorities changed. Immortality—you could live forever. The one thing she had a hard time grasping was that you would live beyond anyone you knew and loved. Jack, Sydney…

Then Emily died, which seemed to further cement his desires. Nothing could distract him from his goals. Not even Nadia. In fact he was willing to use her to further promote his goal. And what was his reward? An eternity of being crushed by rocks. Really, he should’ve been more careful. ‘Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.’ Rambaldi is much more complex than just living past everyone else. But, for all the research he did, it didn’t do him any justice. She smirked. He was the one under a rock, not her. And with that final thought, Emily Sloane smiled and took another sip of her tea, looked out the window, and enjoyed the Tuscan scenery.