A/N: Well, here it is...my first non Stargate fanfiction...
I just started watching Alias and am in season 2 right now, so that's where this fic is set. It's from Sydney's POV while she's talking to her Dad at the end of The Indicator'. I just watched the episode last night and felt inspired to write this.
He betrayed me.
After all these years, I was just starting to trust him. And now, in a moment, all I thought I knew...is gone. I should have listened to Vaughn...he tried to tell me.
A sharp stab of pain claws my heart and I feel the sting of tears in my eyes. I fight them back. I can't cry now, not until after I'd faced him.
As I wait in the pouring rain, my mind runs through the memory again. A fresh wave of bitterness washes over me and I grit my teeth. All this time, he's been so against me communicating with Derevko—my mother. Now I know why.
A car pulls up. It's him. He shouts for me to get in the car and out of the cold rain, but I don't move.
He knows something's wrong and comes to me. Concern shows on his face. "What is it?"
My eyes bore into his for a moment. When I do begin to speak, I deliberately keep my tone even and controlled. There are advantages to being a spy. You learn to keep others from seeing your pain.
"I have this memory when I was six years old. My mother had just died in a car accident. I felt so scared. You were never home, so who was going to take care of me? Then I overheard you talking. You were in your study on the phone. You were talking about Christmas, about me. You were taking care of my Christmas presents. Suddenly, I-I felt so safe. You were taking care of me."
He looks somewhat confused. I know he's wondering where I'm going with this. He's wondering what I know.
"That memory's a lie. You weren't taking care of me at all."
My words cut him deeply and it shows.
"Sydney..."
"I've seen the footage." I interrupt, determined to end this now. With each word I say, I see the pain on his face. I'm almost glad. Now that I know what I know, I want to take every opportunity to hurt this man. "Ever since Mom came back," I continue, telling him what he already knows in as calm a voice as I can muster. "You were afraid she'd figure out what you did to me. You weren't trying to protect me from her; you were trying to protect your secret. So the first opportunity you had, you set her up...in Madagascar."
He tries to interrupt, to defend himself. I'm through listening, though. Even as he tries to justify his actions, I throw the final blow.
"No, Dad, you understand something. You took away my choices in life. You programmed me to be a spy. I will never forgive you for this."
And with that, I walk away. I don't bother to look back; I just keep walking as the tears I'd been holding back started to flow.
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