Coda
By Lomeinie
Rating: PG/PG-13ish
Spoilers: Through "All the Time In the World", the series finale - though this is VERY AU
Disclaimers: I don't own "Alias" or any of its characters as it belongs to JJ Abrams, Bad Robot Productions, and ABC Network. I have made no money off of this fanfic and I ask not to be sued for writing this!
Author's Note(s): Written for brendawood for the "Dearly Departed" Alias Ficathon with the following required elements:
Characters to resurrect: Jack
1) Jack/Syd reunion
2) Answers to Prophet V and Rambaldi's endgame
3) Romance for Jack
I am going to do my best to fulfill all of the elements here though coming up with something to explain Prophet V and Rambaldi's endgame will be difficult as I never really gave either much thought.
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Isabelle giggled as Agent Rance made a silly face while he finished securing her new diaper in place. He picked the baby up and he started to leave the nursery to take her into the kitchen because it was getting close to being time for her bottle. He stopped when Dalton appeared at the door, a loaded gun in his hands.
Dalton kept his voice normal as he spoke, "The security net just went down and I have no idea why."
Rance nodded, "Work on getting it back up. I'll stay with the baby."
"Right," Dalton replied disappearing again out of the room.
Rance went back over to the crib and carefully laid her down, "I'm sorry, Isabelle, but lunch is going to be a little late getting to you today." After the baby was safe in her crib, Rance drew out his own gun and crept towards the door. He reached it just in time to hear Dalton's cry of help before he was quieted by what sounded like a silencedgunshot. Still grasping his gun, Rance pulled out his phone and hit a number on the speed-dial.
"This is Agent Rance, requesting back up as my partner is down and there are an unknown number of assailants in the house," he said not even waiting for a voice to speak when he heard the line being picked up. "I repeat we are under attack!"
He laid the phone down the line still opened as Isabelle finally started crying from the tension she was sensing around her. Rance wished he could pick her up and try to calm her down but not with intruders in the house. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but I've got to go see what's going on out there. I am going to have to lock the door when I go but I promise I'll be back as soon as I know Dalton is okay."
Vance peeked around the corner carefully and saw no one in the main living area of the apartment. He didn't even see his fallen partner laying anywhere. Carefully he eased out into the room keeping low and as close to the walls as he possibly could. He managed to get the door closed, and locked before he moved out further aware he had very little cover to speak of.
He began to creep further out into the apartment when he felt a sharp prick in his shoulder, a prick that was proceeded by silenced gunshot that with the sound scarcely acknowledged by his brain. He found himself getting drowsy as his body slid its way towards the floor. He fought the drugged sleep but his eyes started to close and as they did he saw a woman with short dark hair step out from behind the bar in the kitchen. The last thing he saw before losing his battle was that she walked over to him, and grabbed the key to the nursery door.
She smiled at him, "Thank you very much for your cooperation." It was the last thing he heard before he slipped into unconsciousness. The woman placed the key in the lock and looked back towards her partner now emerging, "Hurry, Ilya, the others will be here at any moment." With that she opened the door and walked into the nursery while her partner proceeded to pack up the bottle the agents were going to feed the baby.
The woman walked over to the crib, and gazed down on the squalling baby who was thrashing about in her state of distress. Gently she reached down to pick up Isabelle up, "There there, iaeuo, it's all right. I've dealt with the incompetent fools left here to watch you, no doubt by your idiot grandfather." Isabelle stopped crying for a moment as she stared up at the dark haired woman who looked a little like her mama.
Her partner appeared at the door, "We should go NOW." His voice was harsh which caused Isabelle to start crying again as it frightened her.
"There there, iaeuo, your Auntie Katya won't let this brute hurt you," she said, shooting him a look. "Keep your tone of voice to something resembling pleasant around her as I won't have you scaring her, monsieur!"
Ilya gave her a withering look but he said in a sarcastic but softer tone, "Excusez-moi but I believe it is prudent that we leave now before the CIA shows up. Unless of course you relish the idea of being in their custody again."
Katya grabbed a few more items in the room, including a pink monkey out of the crib before she motioned Ilya out of the door.