Title: Beyond all limits
Summary: Sequel to Skeletons in the closet. With nothing to lose Sydney seeks revenge.
Disclaimer: I don't own alias, I only own the character you don't know.
Timeline: AU after the first one
Rating: R (this chap is more leaning to PG-13 but the over all fic will be R)
A/N: This is set after skeletons in the closet, if you haven't read it you'll be lost. I was going to leave the sequel till after Christmas, but Eyghon's nice review convinced me to start it now.
Chapter one
Jack stared at the picture in his newspaper that had captivated his attention. He had been in Las Vegas visiting Kendall and project Black hole and stared at the old newspaper he had found in one of the waiting areas. It was two months old and it showed a picture of a man named Calvin West.
Sydney had sent him a letter four months ago saying she was engaged and she was happy she'd been left to have a normal life. Reading about this man's murder Jack recognised the details as being almost identical to Danny's faked murder.
When he arrived at Sydney's house he found a sold sign on the lawn and a family playing in the garden. "Excuse me." He called to a middle-aged woman who held a small child. "The previous owner. Do you have any way of contacting her? I'm her father, I lost her new address." The woman shook her head.
"I'm sorry I never met her. She moved out before we even viewed the place." Jack nodded and got back into his car.
He rang Dixon and explained what had happened. "Sydney left this organization Jack, officially there's nothing I can do…unofficially my resources are at your disposal."
A few nights later Marshall sat in his office in the early hours of the morning working on a new gadget when he saw figure slip by his door. There were few agents in who weren't security and he went to his door for a closer inspection. He was confronted by a gun and pushed back inside his office by a figure completely in black wearing a mask.
The intruder took out a rope and bound his hands then took off his tie and gagged him. He could have sworn they said 'sorry' as they did so. The intruder went to his computer and easily gained access to it. They pulled night vision goggles out of their rucksack and then after a few moments of typing the entire power for a one-mile radius went off.
The intruder slipped through the building undetected as security and agents ran around franticly trying to get the power to come back. After prying up two metal gates they were finally where they intended to be.
After applying a power surge to the electronic door they were in the cell where Daniel Hecht lay sleeping. Skillfully and patiently they bound his hands without waking him and then pressed a gun inside his mouth.
His eyes opened wide in horror and he was forced to his feet and out of the cell. They escaped from the building unchallenged and into the underground car park. Danny's abductor forced him into the back of a van and then delivered a sharp blow to his temple, knocking him unconscious.
When he woke up he was bound to a chair in what looked like a storage hanger. He pulled against his restraints, but the rope only bit into his flesh and so he stopped his feeble efforts.
"Whoever you are I owe you a favour." He called out into the darkness. "Getting me out of that cell…I can pay you for it…" He stopped as he felt the cold bite of a steel blade at his throat.
"You'll wish I'd left you there." A voice said gruffly in his ear. The blade nicked him and he felt a small trail of blood seep down onto his CIA regulation uniform. He hissed at the searing pain and heard his captor laugh.
"You're pathetic Hecht. You'll be easy."
"Who the fuck are you?" Danny roared in anger that his ego was being bruised. He heard the person move and then come into his line of view as a lamp was switched on.
"Did you miss me?" Sydney stared back at him and he gasped at her appearance.
She was more muscular than he remembered, and the vest she wore showed how much she had developed. Her hair was shorter and hung haphazardly in a ponytail and her eyes were cold and hard. They were no longer deep pools of chocolate that men could drown in. They were hardened and angry and she had lines on her eyes from lack of sleep.
She pulled up a chair beside him and sat on it backwards. "Syd…I…"
"How'd you do it Danny?" Did you pay someone? Give them the details of your murder then…bam. No more happy Sydney." He shook his head in confusion.
"How'd I do what?" He asked and earned himself a punch to the head. "I haven't done anything. I've been in that cell for the past six months." She sighed and took out her blade again.
"I'd hoped you'd be a man Danny. I thought you'd accept that you were caught and you had to be punished." She held the blade to his shoulder. "Guess I was wrong." With one fluid motion she pushed the knife through his shoulder until it emerged on the other side. He screamed in pain.
"You crazy bitch." She twisted the knife and grinned as tears welled in his eyes.
"How did you do it Danny? How did you know about him?"
"Who?" Danny cried out. "Who am I supposed to know about?" She shook her head and picked up another knife. It went easily through his knee and lodged in his cartilage.
"I don't know!" He screamed. "Sydney please…"
After two hours of torturing and a lot of pain for Danny she finally accepted what he was saying. "Sydney I swear I told you the truth." He cried as she drove him somewhere while he was blindfold. "Please believe me. I didn't know you had a fiancé." She opened the back of the van and revealed they were at the CIA building.
"I know you told the truth. I used truth serum on you when you were asleep."
Jack finished listening to Danny's statement as he sat in his hospital room. "She hurt me for the fun of it. She's flipped…I mean her eyes were so cold…I've worked with a lot of dodgy people, but Sydney…" Jack pushed down on his knee and caused him to scream.
"And who made her like that?" He growled. Danny bit his lip and growled back.
"You and Irina screwed her up long before I met her Jack."
Sydney sat in her motel room and looked at the list she had made of suspects for the murder and their reasons. "Danny, to get her back for being engaged to someone else." She crossed his name off. "Jack, to get her to go back and give up a normal life. Lauren, revenge. Elliot, to get her back for hurting her as Julia. Vaughn, for having Lauren's attention and leaving him. Zac, he'd do anything to make Elliot happy. Sark, revenge."
The next logical choices on her list were her father, Elliot and Zac they knew where she was living, and her father knew about Calvin. Zac had booked into the motel room a few doors up before a mission and she was getting ready to pay him a visit. She'd find out who had killed Calvin and wrecked her perfect life. No matter what it took. She'd lost everything and hit the bottom long ago. She was passed good and evil and ran on pure anger and pain alone.
She loaded her gun and grabbed her rucksack before leaving or Calvin's room. She looked different with her short black hair, usually gelled at odd angles and she no longer dressed casually or smartly unless it was required. She always dressed in what would allow her to move easily, to fight or to flee, both were necessary.
When Zac opened the door the first thing he saw was a beautiful woman in combats and a tank, hiding her eyes with sunglasses. "Hi, can I help?" She pulled out the gun and pushed him inside.
"I don't know. Can you raise the dead?"
His hands flew up as his gun lay too far away and he stood still as the woman pushed him into a chair. She bound his wrists tightly and then removed the sunglasses. He recognised the woman vaguely and when she spoke it suddenly dawned on him who it was.
"Syd?" She scowled and delivered a blow to his stomach with her fist.
"Shut up. You can't call me that anymore…did you do it?" He looked confused at her question. "I'll rephrase that. What would you do for Elliot? How far would you go for her?"
"Elliot's like family. I'd do anything to help her…" Sydney punched him again.
"Just what I thought. How far though Zac?" She pushed her gun into his mouth. "Would you die for her?" He stared at the gun and then at the anger in Sydney's eyes and nodded, causing the gun to hit off the roof of his mouth.
"You love her don't you?" He nodded again and she removed the gun. "You'd go to any lengths for her, because you love her and if you lost her it would send you over the edge. You'd do anything that had to be done to make it right wouldn't you?"
"I know what happened to your fiancé. I'm sorry." For a moment she looked calm and normal, just like the old Sydney. Then the anger returned.
"I don't want your pity. I want the truth. Did you do it?" He looked genuinely shocked at her question.
"Syd I would never hurt you like that. You have to believe me…I checked the time and date of his murder. It wasn't me. I was on a mission with Weiss in Korea…"
"And Elliot? Vaughn? My father? Where were they?" She snapped, a part of her hoping they all had alibis too. He sighed and looked down to the floor.
"I don't know about the others, but Elliot would never…"
"Thanks." She grabbed a needle from inside her rucksack and smiled. "Don't worry, this won't hurt." The contents of the needle seeped into his arm and she struck him unconscious before untying him and shoving him on the bed. She planted a large supply of cocaine in his pocket and then called the police.
"Hi. A dealer that keeps hassling the people at the Sleep-easy motel has just approached me. I think he's passed out in his room and the doors wide open. He's got a shit load of stuff on him. It's room twelve…" She hung up and sighed.
"You'll only be arrested for a little while. I just can't have you warning the others just yet. I owe you one Zac."
She left the motel room and packed up her things. She was gone long before the police arrived at Zac's room and dragged him out of bed and into a police car as he shouted that he was a CIA officer and had been set up.
The next person she knew where to find was Sark, and even if he hadn't killed Calvin, which was probably true she wanted some fun with the blue-eyed assassin. She'd teach him why he shouldn't have pushed her so far, now she was pushed far beyond her limit and she no longer upheld her moral outlook on life. She didn't value life as it was so easy to take and she intended on taking it from Calvin's killer.
She'd go through her old allies, lovers and enemies until she found the one responsible, the one who claimed her for their own and had destroyed her life in the process. And when she found them she'd teach them that death could be a very sweet alternative to facing a grieving woman.