Sins of the fathers
Summery:
This is my pervious (and unfinished) Fanfic "Trained". The story is about a new member joining the APO, Tracy Maxwell, after her cover is blown while she is on a deep cover mission. Jack and Tracy seem to have a connection in their past, and Vaughn is constantly suspicious of Tracy… and he might be right.
Disclaimer:
I do NOT own anything ALIAS related. Show, characters, or other wise. I am a mere fan who writes fan fictions out of extreme boredom… blah blah blah…
A/N: This fiction is completed so don't worry about me not finishing… its just that all the chapters are still in their rough form. So feel free to comment freely, some of your suggestion might end up in here. But no going over board.
Here are the first 3 chapter… Please… R&R.
Chapter One
"How could you do this Natasha! I welcomed you into my home, like you were family! And what do you do? You betray me!"
Sergey was shouting, outraged, gun in his hand. He constantly moved his hands when he was angry, and angry was an understatement to his current state of mind.
In front of him were two of his strongest guards were holding a struggling, determined woman, in her twenties. She looked at him defiantly, to clearly send the message that she wasn't afraid. She gave him a mocking smile, and he rushed towards her. He grabbed her face in his hand and pressed his gun against it.
"Who the hell are you!" he continued to shout in Russian.
When the smile on the woman's wouldn't move, he hit her with the butt of his gun. Her head bent down, and she soon spit out some blood. She lifted her head to show him she was still smiling mockingly though blood covered her mouth.
Sergey raised his gun again and aimed it between the smiling woman's eyes. A mincing look on his face.
"I don't care who you work for! I just want you dead! You bit-"
He was interrupted by the sound of distant gunshots. He looked towards the sound and the woman took her chance to slam her head against his. He let out an inhuman cry of pain.
"TRAMP!" he screamed at her. And again the gunshots sounded. He kicked in the head and her head slumped down.
"Keep her here until I see what this whole commotion is about!"
The men let go of the woman, who fell to the ground, knocked out. Sergey left to where the gunshots were coming from.
Where Sydney Bristow was.
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"They're all over me! I need someone here now!" Sydney shouted into her comm. Marshall struggled to hear her over all the static on the other end.
"Phoenix, do you copy? Phoenix? Raptor and Shotgun are on their way… do you copy?"
Sydney didn't hear a single thing, and finally gave up. She ripped the comm. Out of her ear, and shouted out in frustration. She peaked out from behind the wall she was huddled by, let out two gunshots and took one of the guards out.
"Three down, one to go" she whispered to herself. She loaded her last ammo magazine, and fired at the last guard. He went down.
Now all she needed was to get to that door.
She carefully got to her feet, and stepped out from behind the wall, the cost was clear. But she didn't see the man watching her until the bullet hit her in the back of the shoulder.
The force knocked her to the ground, face first. By the time she managed to turn over she saw a man with a cold stare looking down at her. His big gun aimed at her head.
"You're here to get our Natasha out from the trouble she managed to get herself into, I assume." His spoke in a clear, accent-less Russian.
This must be Sergey, Sydney thought. The big boss.
All his other associates were French, his base of operations being south of Paris.
But who is this Natasha person? Sydney was sent here to take back a disk Sergey's henchmen stole last week. This was a basic grab and run kind of operation, not an extraction.
"Well, you see, I can't let that happen. Natasha has stepped on my heart. I thought she was my late brother's daughter, I truly loved her. But all she was, was a traitor. And I will enjoy killing her soon enough. But first, let's make sure you don't get in the way."
Sergey loaded his gun and put his finger on the trigger ready to give it one little squeeze.
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The woman groaned as she stilled back into consciousness, she hasn't been out of it for a minute but she felt like she was dead for ten years.
That son of gun! She thought to herself. I'm gonna kill Sergey!
She looked up to see one of the guards grinning at her. The look in his eyes was painfully obvious, desire.
"How about a little kiss?" his voice gruff for a Frenchman.
The woman gave him a flirty little smile.
"Why not I'm gonna die anyway, might as well have a little fun" she said in low French voice.
The guard leaned in for a kiss, and closed his eyes. The woman grabbed a tube from the floor and hit him over the head. His dead weight fell on her, but she managed to push him off.
Once up on her feet the other guard ran towards her, guns blazing. He shot a couple of times as he ran, but missed the woman both times. As he got closer she charged at him and knocked the gun out of his hand.
He punched her and she fell to the ground, he was a big man. He kicked her in the stomach, and she let out a pained humph, and rolled over. She was getting angry, that was never a good.
Her vision was getting blurry as she braced herself for what was coming.
When she got to her feet, the guard looked at her, horrified by the look in her eyes. He tried, pointlessly, to defend himself, but soon his lifeless body hit the floor. She broke his neck like it was some sort of twig.
The woman didn't look twice at the body that lay on the floor, as dashed away, looking for Sergey. Now that guy really made her angry.
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Sydney swallowed her breath and held it in.
She looked back at that man with the cold eyes, he was going to shoot her, there was no doubt about that, his eyes held no hesitation.
"SERGEY!" a voice behind the man, attracted both his attention and Sydney's.
Sydney would have kicked the gun out his hand at this point, but the wound was bleeding profusely, and she was beginning to feel lightheaded.
"Well, well, well! I should have never underestimated you Natasha. That mistake will never happen again. Jean-Paul, Marcus!" Sergey said arrogantly, and Natasha laughed at him.
"They're dead Sergey! Every last one of them. Dead and cold… just like Chris." The woman said bitterly. "You remember Chris Richards, don't you Sergey? You killed him with out a second thought!"
"Richards? Ah, that's right! The CIA scum. So that's who you work for… the CIA. I guess you're little friend here is CIA too." He kicked Sydney cruelly.
Pain flashed through Sydney's whole body, and she struggled to keep the cries of pain in.
The woman didn't know who the hell the person on the floor is, so she thought it would be wise to keep her mouth shut about it.
"I wonder if she will beg for her life, like Richards did. Such a coward!" Sergey spit on the ground.
"Richards was a hundred times better than you! He would never beg!" The woman's voice cracked with anger and emotion. "HE WOULD NEVER BEG!" she shouted.
"He begged like a dog!" Sergey taunted.
There was a moment's pause, and then the woman lunged at him, and knocked him down. His gun falling out of his hand. Sergey recovered his feet quickly, and sent a punch straight to the woman's right cheek, she, too, recovered fast enough and answered with a shower of punches and kicks.
Sergey was in a good shape, excellent shape. But this woman was in an amazing shape. She blocked most of his punches and kicks, and delivered powerful ones back to him. Soon they were both panting, and bloody.
Sydney had managed to sit against the wall, watching helplessly. Her eye lids were getting really heavy and she wasn't very coherent.
Sergey delivered a kick that knocked the woman to the ground, where she found the gun quickly and raised it towards him. Instantly his hands were in the air, and he backed up.
The woman was back on her feet, and walking slowly towards Sergey who was simultaneously backing up.
"Tell me again how you killed Chris!" She shouted pointing the gun at Sergey accusingly. "TELL ME!"
"Natasha… it doesn't have to end this way…" he began to plead.
"Beg for it! Beg for your life, Sergey! BEG!" the woman just shouted at him cruelly.
"Natasha…"
"No Sergey! On your knees, now! NOW!" Her eyes flaming with anger.
Sergey didn't utter a word. He just got down to his knees, and put his hands behind his head.
"Natasha…" he said calmly, trying to sooth her.
"That isn't my name… you will die at the hands of a woman that you don't know the name of! Oh how the tables have turned!"
Sergey knew that this was it; this woman had no forgiveness in her anymore, not for him anyway.
"Pray for forgiveness, Sergey. I just hope God will ignore your prayer tonight."
She looked him in the eyes, and fired a shot to his head. Sergey's lifeless body fell backwards. She stepped closer and let out three more bullets from her gun. Sergey's body was lifted from the ground with every bullet, and blood seeped from the wholes in his body.
The woman just looked at Sergey's body, a while later she let the gun slip from her hand and fall to the floor. Soon she was down on her knees. Sydney could see tears falling from her eyes, and she heard a pained whisper.
"I'm so sorry, Chris. I'm sorry."
Sydney continued to watch the woman, who now appeared younger, frailer. After a minute the woman glanced over to Sydney, with a questioning look.
"Are you ok?" she said in an American accent, obviously her native tongue.
"I'm shot" Sydney managed to say.
The woman got to her feet, concern in her eyes. She came close to Sydney, and crouched to her level. She traced her finger delicately around the gunshot wound.
"What did that guy do that was so bad?" Sydney said softly, and nodded towards a lifeless Sergey.
The woman didn't even look away from the wound.
"He killed a friend. A very good friend of mine."
Sydney just nodded, not wanting to pry.
"You CIA?" the woman asked, and looked into Sydney's eyes. Her eyes an eerie ice blue.
Sydney was about to make up something when she heard a familiar voice.
"Freeze!" Vaughn said forcefully and cocked his gun.
The woman looked at Sydney, who nodded to her, it was ok. She put her hand behind her head, and got up to face Vaughn.
"Sir, I was just trying to help…"
Vaughn just hit her with the butt of his gun on her jaw.
"That's gotta stop happening to me!" she said holding her jaw, bleeding again.
"Not a word out of you!" he aimed his gun at her. And the woman put her hands up again.
"Vaughn…" Sydney let out weakly.
"What the hell did you do to her!" he shouted.
"I didn't do…." The woman protested.
"I said not another word!" Vaughn said angrily.
"I hardly believe that this amount of force is needed Mr. Vaughn." Jack stepped out of the darkness. "Get Sydney out of here, and I'll take care of our new friend here."
Vaughn just nodded and put his gun back in the holster. He approached Sydney and bent down to pick her up.
"You ok, Syd?" he said delicately into her hair.
"She helped me.." she whispered to Vaughn, as he walked out of the building to the helicopter waiting outside for them.
Jack turned towards the woman, who seemed surprised to see Jack.
"I guess you can never believe what you hear around the office." she said simply.
"You know you never can." Jack answered in a similar tone.
"So that's Sydney, huh?" she nodded towards the door.
"Yes."
She just nodded, an awkward moment settling in between them, finally she broke the silence.
"Well… it's good to see you Mr. Jack Bristow."
Jack smiled at the memory the simple sentence triggered.
"It's good to see you too, Ms. Tracy Maxwell."
He paused for a moment for a good memory to sink in.
"Come along now, Tracy. Let's go home."
Jack guided Tracy towards the door and the helicopter waiting to take them to a safe house.
Vaughn, holding a passed out Sydney, didn't seem to like this new character that joined them on their flight back to the Paris safe house.
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TBC