The Last Link
Disclaimer: I only own Alias in my dreams.
A/N: This is my first Alias story, so go easy on me. I'd like to thank my beta and sister LilsurferSango (ff. net)/Lilspy( SD-1.net)
Summery: (after season 3 finale) Sydney must find the female prophesied by Rambaldi. This female is the last link and is foretold to win the war for whoever she is allied with.
Prologue
Sydney looked out of the window of the "S "train heading from France to Italy. It had been 8 years since she met her half-sister for the first time. Sydney's life had changed dramatically since Lauren's death. After being shot by Micheal, Lauren told Sydney about a security box in the Bank of Wittenberg. Sydney traveled to Wittenberg to find documents all bearing her father's signature, Jack Bristow.
The documents was a record of her life from her very first day at SD-1 until she had met her long lost little sister, Nadia. The paper's revealed that Jack had known about Sydney's half-sister. Sydney cried out in despair to learn that how closely her life resembled Rambaldi's prophecy. There was also a reference to "someone who could win the oncoming battle." This mystery person would supposedly fight for and win for whatever side got to her first.
That's when Jack entered the room, "You were never supposed to have found these documents." It took a long time for Sydney to trust her father again, even five years later she thought things over twice before discussing anything with him. She hated the fact that she couldn't trust him completely, but what choice had he given her. The reference to the woman who would win the upcoming battle was a part of Rambaldi's prophecy she hadn't even heard of before, and the CIA knew all about it. She was kept in the dark because they felt that "she wasn't ready to learn the truth yet."
Here she was eight years later sitting beside her father in the "S" train to Italy, trying to retrace Rambaldi's steps. She was wearing a black suit similar to one a female professional might wear. She had black boots to finish off. She had died her hair red, and had spiked it up for her next mission, she was to retrieve an old chair from an Italian man in his early twenties. He believes that the chair is just an antique. His family claimed it as payment from Rambaldi hundreds of years ago as payment for a window Rambaldi had destroyed.
As the train continued at its brisk pace Sydney drifted off into a silent slumber and thought about her sister. She envisioned what the two of them would be doing right now if they had had the time to get to know each other, or maybe even grow up together. Sydney awoke with a start and shook off the dream, there was no sense in wishful thinking. She and Nadia never had the chance to get to know each other, and if Vaughn was correct, it was probably for the best, though painful, that they never have contact again.
Jack nudged Sydney back to reality just as the two of them were headed to greet a tanned young man with dark brown hair, blue-gray eyes and a genuine smile.
"Ciao, Mr. Gatti, I am Angenetta Loccossano, and this is my uncle Emiglio Loccossano." Sydney said in an Italian accent, "We're sorry we are an hour late, there was a problem with our antique store branch in Paris."
"That is quite all right. Right this way," Mr. Gatti responded as he lead Sydney and Jack into Naples.
(Scene change)
"Daddy, daddy!" Nyah (pronounced Nye-uh) called out to Julian Sark. Julian looked up from his ware house table where he was holding a meeting to see his six year old daughter standing there with a disassembled weapon. She had just finished "Project Christmas."
"Want to see me put it back together!" her eyes reminded Sark of Nyah's mother's eyes. In fact there was a lot of Nyah's mother in Nyah, some of her mother's characteristics drove Sark insane considering who she was. But her mother was out of the picture now, and if Sark's luck held out, hopefully forever. After all he went through to get her back, he wasn't going to let her out of his life without a fight.
If anyone else had interrupted a meeting of his like that, he would make sure the person lived to tell about it. He would have made sure that person wished that Sark would kill them quickly. But this wasn't anyone else. Sark looked on her with admiration. She was learning to read, write, and speak in three different languages. At the rate she was learning she be fluent in all three by the age of eight. He was grooming her to someday take his place as the head of a new group out to bring down the CIA and finish Rambaldi's prophecy in mean time. Sark was the boss the new group called the Shari. The Shari was a group of Rambaldi extremists which the U.S. government had deemed highly dangerous, and unpredictable.
Sark motioned for everyone to leave the room; there were some murmurs, but everyone obediently roused to his or her feet, and left. As soon as the last person was out of the room Nyah began to reassemble the weapon as Sark stared intently at how swiftly her hands moved. She was learning quickly, he admitted to himself. Much more quickly than he had, if her study habits remained the same, he might be out of a job by the time she turned 16, because Nyah would have taken over.