Title: Rebel
Disclaimer: I don't own alias or none of the charcters mentioned in this fic. It is purely written for fun and no infringement intended.
Summary: Vaughn helps an off track Syd get back on.
(Young fic)
Syd's POV
I knew he would yell but seriously the silent treatment? I hate that! So the police caught me drunk, it's no biggie! My perfect little daddy is a perfect busybody CIA agent. I'm sure he pulled a few strings to get his perfect little angel out of jail Scott free. Ahh… the bonuses of having a father in intelligence. I wonder how he got their. Intelligent my A$$! Oh god this is pathetic, Did I just say I hate the silent treatment, well I made a mistake, I was having fun, I'd prefer that over being boring any time of the day. We get out of the car and my dad is still ignoring me leaving the door open after him I close the door after me, here we go my dad turns I bet it will be the usual lecture:
"Sydney Anne Bristow what the hell were you thinking drinking and taking drugs at your age! This is all Noah's fault! You are going to ruin your life your only 16 years old for Christ sake! How do you think it felt to be called in Berlin BY the CIA, imagine the reputation I'll have if you continue on like this?" Wow I was right what a surprise, a lecture Oh God this 'father' of mine is never going to stop. What's he on about again? Oh yeah now I remember his reputation not me. I have had enough of this,
"Oh dad would you just shut up already! What do I care about your reputation! It has never done me any good! Your never here you never have been not since mum died"
Wow, I can actually see the vein in his head getting bigger!
"What is this some sort of retaliation for me working to give you everything you have ever wanted, you're acting like a child? I thought you were more mature then this, obviously I was wrong! You obviously can't make good decisions so I will make them for you, I forbid you from ever having any contact with this Noah Hicks again!"
No…firkin…way.
"What you can't do that?" I blurt out 'how is he going to control me? He's never here.'
"Yes I can I am your father! Give me your phone and go to your room now and you can say goodbye to your allowance as well!"
"The very thought that you are my father disgusts me. How I could ever be related to emotionless boulder like you is beyond me. How mum could have ever loved you, married you? You know she's lucky she's dead maybe it's the only way someone can escape you!" I'm really in for it now, oh well it was worth it, if it stops his moral high ground, he killed his own wife, took her away from me forever.
"THAT IS ENOUGH! GIVE ME YOUR PHONE AND GO TO BED NOW!" I have never seen my dad lose his temper like that ever. Guess I found a nerve, probably the only one. But I am too angry at him to show any sympathy he probably doesn't know the meaning of the word.
"I hate you! I can't wait to get away from you for ever!" Wow, I wonder if I could win an award for that performance. I mean does he really think he can stop me from seeing Noah? Nothing ever will. I put my phone on the table and run up to my room slamming my bedroom door as hard as I can. There is no way I am staying here tonight, I need Noah.
Jack's POV
I try to control my anger which I stupidly let take control of me but she is my little girl and quite frankly doesn't understand anything. I can't get the image out of my head of my little Sydney curled up in the LA police station main cell. Sitting there with her legs tucked under her the way she always did when she was a child, her hair messed up from the fight that broke out at the rave she was at. I'll never forget her beautiful eyes looking so much like her mothers covered in sleazy black make up smudged and ruminants of the trails running down her cheeks from tears she has shed some time in the last 24 hours. Wrapped up in a policeman's jacket evidence of a kind police man trying to make my young girl decent by covering her ripped and torn cloths from the obvious struggle. Cloths that was barely decent before, a tiny red leather mini skirt with a higher split than decent, a small black top with a matching red lacy bra clearly visible even before being ripped open by some animal, fish net tights and black leather knee high boots. The most shocking thing is she didn't look out of place. Not among the hookers and homeless women around her, so unrecognisable from the six year old who loved dressing for party's in beautiful brightly coloured dresses. I couldn't believe she wouldn't look down at someone who wore something like that even ware something like that, let alone leave the house especially to go to the type of place she was arrested in, in her right mind.
I had received a call from the director of the LA office and a friend of mine Director Develin, informing me that I was being pulled of the mission because of an incident concerning Sydney. I felt my heat stop dead. Terrified my little girl had gotten into an accident, she could possibly be dead. He told me she had been arrested with alcohol and heroine in her system if she had drunk much more... Does she even know what she is doing to herself? Drugs and alcohol, I swear if I ever meet that Noah Hicks character…
I am ripped from his thoughts by the phone in his office ringing shrilly. I walk into my office sit down take a deep breath to control my boiling anger.
"Bristow."
"Jack its Devlin is everything all right?"
"Yes its fine, what do you need me to do."
"It can wait till tomorrow. There are two new agents fresh of the farm real potential top in their class. We want you to continue their training."
"What are there names?"
"Agent Weiss and Agent Vaughn. They will report to your office first thing, use them however you see fit."
"Develin when I asked for more hands on this op I wasn't requesting a babysitting job."
"They are good agents quick. I am surprised you didn't notice Agent Vaughn's name, he's Bill Vaughn's kid."
"Yes actually I did, but relation does not mean they are anything like one another. Don't make the mistake of thinking just because he is his son you have another Agent like Bill."
"Jack… just give them a chance, well at least Bill's kid, I've spoken to him, he's smart. You'll like him!"
Jack heard the nervousness in Devlin's voice, he'd been an agent for most of his life he knew when something wasn't right.
"And the other agent, agent… Weiss, what about him?"
I could hear his voice stutter "Jack- he's... funny," Devlin quickly continued before Jack could protest "-and good at devising tactics, he'll be of useful, I promise you he is a good agent. Ok? You can give them any job to do and they'll do it you know how it's like to be fresh from training... eager to make a difference in the world. A far cry from the old jaded timers like us."
"Devlin you better be right about this, they have one chance, if they screw up once there gone. Goodnight." Jack closed his phone and went to grab some aspirin and head off for the night to try and think of a way to control his daughter, and preoccupy two hyper kids, who were bound to screw up if not given the most basic jobs possible.