Title: Daddy's little girl.
Summary: What if Irina had included Sydney when she'd faked her death? What
if Sark worked as a double with a mourning Jack at SD-6?
Disclaimer: I don't own alias or anything related to it, I just get bored a
lot.
Spoilers: Sark's first name, but the rest is mainly AU.
A/N: This fic really messes with the whole show this means some characters
aren't identical to what they were. I've changed the destinies of some of
the characters, but some remain the same. This has only minute doses of
Sark; it's mainly centered on Jack Bristow.
Laura Bristow waited until her husband left for work and took few possessions she was taking and put them in the boot of her car. She returned to grab her car keys and found Sydney awake and dressed. "Where are you going mommy?" The innocent child had the look of an angel and Irina couldn't abandon her only daughter to the man she had fell in love with and betrayed. What life would she have with Jack anyway? "We're going on holiday, sweetheart." She took Sydney's hand and helped her pack a few things and pick up her favourite teddy. "Is daddy coming?" Sydney asked as Irina strapped her into the backseat. "We're going first and daddy's coming later." She lied.
She drove and headed toward the airport by the coast road, then she paused at the junction. Sydney would get restless if they took the long way, so she took the direct route through town and arrived at the airport by the fifth 'are we there yet?' Then Khasinau had taken care of Sydney while she bought the tickets. As she waited for their plane Irina smiled at the news report on the television. "A local woman is missing with her child. Laura Bristow's car exploded earlier this morning, with her and her daughter in it. Only the body of Sydney Anne Bristow could be found..." She new Khasinau would help her escape Jack and return to the KGB. She hadn't intended to take Sydney, but she couldn't just leave her with him. So she'd done what was necessary, or rather let Khasinau do it.
Modern Day:
Jack Bristow sat at his desk at SD-6 and typed up his debrief of the mission he and agent Sark had just returned from. He glanced at Sark who was talking to Sloane and finding it hard not to kill him. He'd been a double agent almost a year, but he still despised Sloane for killing his father. Since that day Jack had been like a father to him and had introduced him to the real C.I.A.
He finished talking to Sloane and made his way over to Jack. "Hello. How's the debrief coming along?" Jack pressed the save button and turned off the computer. "All finished. What were you talking to Sloane about?" Sark rolled his eyes. "He wants me to go to dinner with him and Emily tonight. I really can't face it. It's almost a year since...since Sloane made me an orphan." He saw a mild flicker of sadness on Jack's face before he masked it. It was almost the anniversary of his wife and child's death. It always got to the hardened agent, but Sark had the impression he didn't regret losing his wife, just his daughter and only child.
"Do we have anymore information on 'The Man'?" Sark asked. By 'we' he meant the C.I.A. Jack shook his head. "'We' suspect Khasinau, but we recently learned that the new thorn in Sloane's side is a deadly assassin, known throughout the espionage world as "The Assassin'." Sark smirked. "How original." "The Assassin is a very deadly man, he's killed over three of the Alliance members and two C.I.A agents, just be careful." Jack fixed him with a stern glare that could be mistaken as –paternal worry and Sark knew this was serious. Jack Bristow had been through hell, loosing his wife and child, being a double for thirty years and having to be ordered about by Sloane, yet here he was, scared of one assassin. Sark knew what scared him most. Loosing the closest thing he had to a child. "I'll be careful, I promise."
"Julian!" Sloane called. "I need you on an assignment tonight. You leave for Moscow in half an hour."
Sloane had explained his mission very briefly. Fly to Moscow, steal a computer disk with the names of known associates of 'The Man' on and return home. His C.I.A handler, Michael Vaughn had given him a copy of a disk with petty criminals on and told him to switch it with the real one.
He entered the Russian nightclub wearing tight jeans and a loose tank top. The jeans restricted his movement slightly and he hoped he didn't have to kick anyone or else he might tear them. He waded through the crowd and towards the back room. He slipped in as two men fighting over a woman distracted the goons guarding the door.
He ran, as fast as the jeans allowed him to, to the office at the end of the corridor. When he entered with his gun out no one was inside. He instantly went to the computer and used the gadget Marshall had given him to download the data he needed on to a disk. As the computer beeped to signify its completion of the task a gun pin clicked next to his ear. He held up his hands and backed away from the computer, only to be pushed face down onto the desk. A hand grabbed the disk, a very feminine hand and pocketed it.
"Now, what to do with you?" A female voice teased as she pushed the gun harder against his ear. "Let me go?" He suggested sarcastically. He wasn't about to be teased by some woman who'd just ruined his mission. She heard a dark laugh at his naivety. "Do you know who I am?" She protested. "I'm the Assassin." "You're a woman..."
She turned him over onto his back so he was facing her. "What gives that away?" He was tempted to reply, but he doubted she would take his remark well. She was grinning as he stared at her. "People think I'm a man because no one lives to correct them." Julian's hand slipped towards his gun, but she kicked his gun away and onto the floor. "Play nice and you'll live." She promised as she put her into her purse and linked into his arm, dragging him out of the office. He was tempted to overpower her, but he'd promised Jack he would be careful. So he let her lead him back into the crowd of the dancers and out into the ally behind the club.
Jack watched as a woman led Julian from the club and around the back. He was professional and wouldn't hook up with someone on a job. Jack followed in the shadows and found Julian standing by a wall with a gun aimed at him. "Come out of the shadows, or your friend gets it." She didn't look away from Julian as Jack went out into the open and stood a few feet away from her. "You're gun." It was an order not a statement. Jack had his own statement after he threw away his 9mm. "You work for the man." She smirked. "How perceptive. Who are you and who do you work for? " She interrogated them. Jack was hesitant in answering, but the gun was still aimed at Sark's head. "I work for SD-6..." "Oh...that's no fun." She lowered her gun. "You're boss has made a deal with the Man. I can't kill you..." Jack reached for his gun on the floor. "Unless it's in self-defense."
Jack dropped the gun again as the clock struck midnight. It was the anniversary. He had to make it out of here alive. He needed to put flowers on little Syd's grave. "Did Irina Derevko train you? You fight with her precision." Jack commented. He knew she was alive, she'd never been in the car that day, only Sydney was, the way she'd planned it. The assassin turned to him now. "Yes. She did." "Who?" Sark had never heard of an Irina Derevko. "My ex...Irina ..." The gun was aimed at him now. She seemed intrigued now and no longer looked bored.
"She...your mentor was my...she killed my only child." "You should have protected it then...what is your name?" Jack." He answered coldly. He knew it was his fault Syd had died; he didn't need this woman telling him. "Well...Jack...maybe your child's better off dead. It's a fucked up world, she saved it the pain..." He erupted. "Maybe she should have killed you! Instead of my daughter..." "How interesting, but I must be getting back. She's waiting for me. Hates it when I'm late. See you, Jack." She retreated towards a convertible black Mazda MX-5. She got in the car and sped off, leaving the two double agents alone in the ally. "Jack, I'm sorry..." "It's not your fault he silenced him and returned to his own car.
He stood by the memorial grave from three till nine and watched time slip away from him. "I'm sorry I didn't save you Sydney. I didn't think she'd hurt you. You were the only good thing that ever came from that woman and you were wasted before you could do anything with your life." He stared at the simple inscription on the stone.
'A beloved daughter, denied her true destiny.' Sometimes he would wonder what that would have been. Would she have been beautiful? Would she have gone to College? Became a teacher? Got drawn into his shady world? Perhaps she was better off death. Someone was behind him.
"Couldn't you have thought of something less corny?" The Assassin asked from behind. He looked toward the grave. "Why did Irina send you? I'd have thought she'd want to kill me herself." He muttered bitterly. "That way she could kill what's left of the family."
"Why would I kill you, Jack?" Her smooth voice asked and his blood turned to ice. He stood up and turned to face them drawing his gun and aiming at Irina. Her apprentice pulled out her own gun and aimed at Jack, both were locked in a glare and neither moved their guns. "Neither of you want to shoot the other." She scowled. "Dear, you've met Jack already, now put your gun down." Her gun wavered and she lowered it back into its holster. Then she stood by Irina and scowled. "Jack, she really doesn't like you does she?" Irina teased. "The feeling is reciprocated." He replied coldly.
Irina scowled. "Now, now, Jack. You're mourning your daughter's death and trying to kill her mother. What would you say to her if you could talk to her one last time?" Her associate looked interested now. "I...I...I'd tell her how much I loved her and how I wish I could go back and save her from you. I'd give anything just to have her back..." He was showing weakness, but it didn't matter. He was alone with two deadly assassins; he would be with Sydney soon.
"How sweet." The younger woman mocked. "Can we go now? Being next to that thing gives me the creeps." Irina nodded. "I think it's time to leave now. Oh...Jack, Sloane has made a deal with the Man, me. I'll see you tomorrow at SD-6 when Sloane announces my joining with the 'C.I.A'." Jack scowled. He didn't want Irina Derevko anywhere near him. "Sloane was her God father, he hates her murderer as much as I do!" He shouted disbelievingly.
Irina's grin widened. "Jack, look at her." He looked at the Assassin, not sure of what he was supposed to see. He found she had long brown hair, like Irina's, deep, almost innocent, looking brown eyes, like Irina, she was lithe and an amazing assassin, just like... Realization dawned on him. "No!" He shouted. "No, it's not possible! She's there!" He pointed to the grave and tears escaped his eyes. "What's going on?" The woman demanded. "Why did he look at me and cry?" "Sweetheart, meet your father. Jack Bristow." She looked at the agent in front of her. "No!" She objected. "I told you years ago I'd given up trying to find who he was! I didn't want this and I don't want him." She ran off through the cemetery and out of sight.
Jack stood stunned. Now the words were in the air. She was his Sydney. His little girl. "You didn't...?" He began. She sighed and shook her head. "Did you honestly think I could kill my child? I underestimated you Jack, you really are screwed up in the head." She left him in search of his daughter and he was once again left alone and denied his daughter.
What had she become? Irina had created a deadly assassin and not the kind of daughter Jack had expected she would be like. At least she could protect herself from the harsh world. His harsh world.
They were a family of spies, but two were on the wrong side and he really had lost his daughter. She'd never rest in heaven; she'd burn in hell with her mother. He wiped his tears and left. He didn't care. Jack Bristow had lost his little girl almost thirty years ago.
End
A/N: I may turn this into a longer story, but for now it's just a stand- alone.
Laura Bristow waited until her husband left for work and took few possessions she was taking and put them in the boot of her car. She returned to grab her car keys and found Sydney awake and dressed. "Where are you going mommy?" The innocent child had the look of an angel and Irina couldn't abandon her only daughter to the man she had fell in love with and betrayed. What life would she have with Jack anyway? "We're going on holiday, sweetheart." She took Sydney's hand and helped her pack a few things and pick up her favourite teddy. "Is daddy coming?" Sydney asked as Irina strapped her into the backseat. "We're going first and daddy's coming later." She lied.
She drove and headed toward the airport by the coast road, then she paused at the junction. Sydney would get restless if they took the long way, so she took the direct route through town and arrived at the airport by the fifth 'are we there yet?' Then Khasinau had taken care of Sydney while she bought the tickets. As she waited for their plane Irina smiled at the news report on the television. "A local woman is missing with her child. Laura Bristow's car exploded earlier this morning, with her and her daughter in it. Only the body of Sydney Anne Bristow could be found..." She new Khasinau would help her escape Jack and return to the KGB. She hadn't intended to take Sydney, but she couldn't just leave her with him. So she'd done what was necessary, or rather let Khasinau do it.
Modern Day:
Jack Bristow sat at his desk at SD-6 and typed up his debrief of the mission he and agent Sark had just returned from. He glanced at Sark who was talking to Sloane and finding it hard not to kill him. He'd been a double agent almost a year, but he still despised Sloane for killing his father. Since that day Jack had been like a father to him and had introduced him to the real C.I.A.
He finished talking to Sloane and made his way over to Jack. "Hello. How's the debrief coming along?" Jack pressed the save button and turned off the computer. "All finished. What were you talking to Sloane about?" Sark rolled his eyes. "He wants me to go to dinner with him and Emily tonight. I really can't face it. It's almost a year since...since Sloane made me an orphan." He saw a mild flicker of sadness on Jack's face before he masked it. It was almost the anniversary of his wife and child's death. It always got to the hardened agent, but Sark had the impression he didn't regret losing his wife, just his daughter and only child.
"Do we have anymore information on 'The Man'?" Sark asked. By 'we' he meant the C.I.A. Jack shook his head. "'We' suspect Khasinau, but we recently learned that the new thorn in Sloane's side is a deadly assassin, known throughout the espionage world as "The Assassin'." Sark smirked. "How original." "The Assassin is a very deadly man, he's killed over three of the Alliance members and two C.I.A agents, just be careful." Jack fixed him with a stern glare that could be mistaken as –paternal worry and Sark knew this was serious. Jack Bristow had been through hell, loosing his wife and child, being a double for thirty years and having to be ordered about by Sloane, yet here he was, scared of one assassin. Sark knew what scared him most. Loosing the closest thing he had to a child. "I'll be careful, I promise."
"Julian!" Sloane called. "I need you on an assignment tonight. You leave for Moscow in half an hour."
Sloane had explained his mission very briefly. Fly to Moscow, steal a computer disk with the names of known associates of 'The Man' on and return home. His C.I.A handler, Michael Vaughn had given him a copy of a disk with petty criminals on and told him to switch it with the real one.
He entered the Russian nightclub wearing tight jeans and a loose tank top. The jeans restricted his movement slightly and he hoped he didn't have to kick anyone or else he might tear them. He waded through the crowd and towards the back room. He slipped in as two men fighting over a woman distracted the goons guarding the door.
He ran, as fast as the jeans allowed him to, to the office at the end of the corridor. When he entered with his gun out no one was inside. He instantly went to the computer and used the gadget Marshall had given him to download the data he needed on to a disk. As the computer beeped to signify its completion of the task a gun pin clicked next to his ear. He held up his hands and backed away from the computer, only to be pushed face down onto the desk. A hand grabbed the disk, a very feminine hand and pocketed it.
"Now, what to do with you?" A female voice teased as she pushed the gun harder against his ear. "Let me go?" He suggested sarcastically. He wasn't about to be teased by some woman who'd just ruined his mission. She heard a dark laugh at his naivety. "Do you know who I am?" She protested. "I'm the Assassin." "You're a woman..."
She turned him over onto his back so he was facing her. "What gives that away?" He was tempted to reply, but he doubted she would take his remark well. She was grinning as he stared at her. "People think I'm a man because no one lives to correct them." Julian's hand slipped towards his gun, but she kicked his gun away and onto the floor. "Play nice and you'll live." She promised as she put her into her purse and linked into his arm, dragging him out of the office. He was tempted to overpower her, but he'd promised Jack he would be careful. So he let her lead him back into the crowd of the dancers and out into the ally behind the club.
Jack watched as a woman led Julian from the club and around the back. He was professional and wouldn't hook up with someone on a job. Jack followed in the shadows and found Julian standing by a wall with a gun aimed at him. "Come out of the shadows, or your friend gets it." She didn't look away from Julian as Jack went out into the open and stood a few feet away from her. "You're gun." It was an order not a statement. Jack had his own statement after he threw away his 9mm. "You work for the man." She smirked. "How perceptive. Who are you and who do you work for? " She interrogated them. Jack was hesitant in answering, but the gun was still aimed at Sark's head. "I work for SD-6..." "Oh...that's no fun." She lowered her gun. "You're boss has made a deal with the Man. I can't kill you..." Jack reached for his gun on the floor. "Unless it's in self-defense."
Jack dropped the gun again as the clock struck midnight. It was the anniversary. He had to make it out of here alive. He needed to put flowers on little Syd's grave. "Did Irina Derevko train you? You fight with her precision." Jack commented. He knew she was alive, she'd never been in the car that day, only Sydney was, the way she'd planned it. The assassin turned to him now. "Yes. She did." "Who?" Sark had never heard of an Irina Derevko. "My ex...Irina ..." The gun was aimed at him now. She seemed intrigued now and no longer looked bored.
"She...your mentor was my...she killed my only child." "You should have protected it then...what is your name?" Jack." He answered coldly. He knew it was his fault Syd had died; he didn't need this woman telling him. "Well...Jack...maybe your child's better off dead. It's a fucked up world, she saved it the pain..." He erupted. "Maybe she should have killed you! Instead of my daughter..." "How interesting, but I must be getting back. She's waiting for me. Hates it when I'm late. See you, Jack." She retreated towards a convertible black Mazda MX-5. She got in the car and sped off, leaving the two double agents alone in the ally. "Jack, I'm sorry..." "It's not your fault he silenced him and returned to his own car.
He stood by the memorial grave from three till nine and watched time slip away from him. "I'm sorry I didn't save you Sydney. I didn't think she'd hurt you. You were the only good thing that ever came from that woman and you were wasted before you could do anything with your life." He stared at the simple inscription on the stone.
'A beloved daughter, denied her true destiny.' Sometimes he would wonder what that would have been. Would she have been beautiful? Would she have gone to College? Became a teacher? Got drawn into his shady world? Perhaps she was better off death. Someone was behind him.
"Couldn't you have thought of something less corny?" The Assassin asked from behind. He looked toward the grave. "Why did Irina send you? I'd have thought she'd want to kill me herself." He muttered bitterly. "That way she could kill what's left of the family."
"Why would I kill you, Jack?" Her smooth voice asked and his blood turned to ice. He stood up and turned to face them drawing his gun and aiming at Irina. Her apprentice pulled out her own gun and aimed at Jack, both were locked in a glare and neither moved their guns. "Neither of you want to shoot the other." She scowled. "Dear, you've met Jack already, now put your gun down." Her gun wavered and she lowered it back into its holster. Then she stood by Irina and scowled. "Jack, she really doesn't like you does she?" Irina teased. "The feeling is reciprocated." He replied coldly.
Irina scowled. "Now, now, Jack. You're mourning your daughter's death and trying to kill her mother. What would you say to her if you could talk to her one last time?" Her associate looked interested now. "I...I...I'd tell her how much I loved her and how I wish I could go back and save her from you. I'd give anything just to have her back..." He was showing weakness, but it didn't matter. He was alone with two deadly assassins; he would be with Sydney soon.
"How sweet." The younger woman mocked. "Can we go now? Being next to that thing gives me the creeps." Irina nodded. "I think it's time to leave now. Oh...Jack, Sloane has made a deal with the Man, me. I'll see you tomorrow at SD-6 when Sloane announces my joining with the 'C.I.A'." Jack scowled. He didn't want Irina Derevko anywhere near him. "Sloane was her God father, he hates her murderer as much as I do!" He shouted disbelievingly.
Irina's grin widened. "Jack, look at her." He looked at the Assassin, not sure of what he was supposed to see. He found she had long brown hair, like Irina's, deep, almost innocent, looking brown eyes, like Irina, she was lithe and an amazing assassin, just like... Realization dawned on him. "No!" He shouted. "No, it's not possible! She's there!" He pointed to the grave and tears escaped his eyes. "What's going on?" The woman demanded. "Why did he look at me and cry?" "Sweetheart, meet your father. Jack Bristow." She looked at the agent in front of her. "No!" She objected. "I told you years ago I'd given up trying to find who he was! I didn't want this and I don't want him." She ran off through the cemetery and out of sight.
Jack stood stunned. Now the words were in the air. She was his Sydney. His little girl. "You didn't...?" He began. She sighed and shook her head. "Did you honestly think I could kill my child? I underestimated you Jack, you really are screwed up in the head." She left him in search of his daughter and he was once again left alone and denied his daughter.
What had she become? Irina had created a deadly assassin and not the kind of daughter Jack had expected she would be like. At least she could protect herself from the harsh world. His harsh world.
They were a family of spies, but two were on the wrong side and he really had lost his daughter. She'd never rest in heaven; she'd burn in hell with her mother. He wiped his tears and left. He didn't care. Jack Bristow had lost his little girl almost thirty years ago.
End
A/N: I may turn this into a longer story, but for now it's just a stand- alone.
