Title: Repercussions
Author: Faolin
Rating: R for language and possible sexual situations
Timeline: Set during Repercussions, so anything before that is most likely included. It's pretty much AU after that.
Summary: "It is said in the Rambaldi prophecy that his second coming is by way of a child." The Covenant is after Sydney's eggs, as is everyone else.
Disclaimer: I do not own Alias, even though I asked Santa. But I do own Nikolai, so ha!
Repercussions
Prologue -
They shook hands. Jack turned to walk toward his car parked about twenty feet away. Simon turned to walk away also. He unbuttoned his blazer, pulling a gun out of his waistband. He turned around to fire at Jack but found that Jack was ready for him. Jack shot Simon in the chest and he collapsed to the ground. Simon writhed on the ground, blood dripping from his mouth and his wound. He looked at his bloody hand in disbelief.
"You shot me… You shot me? You bastard!" Jack put the laptop back on the desk and walked closer to him.
"Listen to me very closely. You're dying. Right now, I'm the only one who can get you to a hospital in time. Tell me about Julia…where you met her, how you knew her."
"I wasn't kidding...'bout screwing your daughter… She's the wildest girl I ever had…"
"Tell me about Julia if you want to live."
"You want to know…how she likes it?" Simon turned over suddenly with the intention of shooting Jack, but Jack beat him to it, shooting him again. Jack stared down at the body, working his jaw furiously. He turned and walked off to his car, driving away, assuming Simon was dead.
He was wrong.
"Bloody motherfucker…" Simon sat up, whispering furiously and ripped open his shirt to look at the bullets stuck to the vest he was wearing. He unzipped it and pulled it off, leaving him shirtless. Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed a number and waited as it rang.
"Hey mate, it's done." He spoke into the phone, grimacing when he looked down at his chest. Three round multi-colored bruises graced it.
"Are you positive he thinks you're dead?" The voice asked.
"Bloody fucking positive," he responded. "He only shot me three-fucking times!"
"Good." The voice said, ignoring Simon's obvious anger. "The first phase is complete; the second will be complete within the hour."
"The hour?" Simon asked, surprised.
"Things went a little ahead of schedule." The voice replied.
"You sure this is how you want it?" Simon asked, his thumb absently rubbing his chin.
"Are you questioning me, Declan?" The voice asked. Simon laughed at the name.
"Nah, mate," He spoke, "But you're in some big shit now. Messin' with people high up on the food chain, you ready for that, Liam?" He made sure to punctuate the name clearly, just as the occupant on the other line had, a grin covering his features when he heard the man give a small laugh. Those were the names they had picked out for each other on their first mission together.
"You know me," The voice replied smoothly, "I'm ready."
"I do know you, mate. That's why I'm asking." For a moment the other line was silent.
"You know where to go?" The man finally asked, deciding to ignore Simon's comment.
"Yeah, but--" He stopped himself when he heard the dead line, and flipped his phone shut with a sigh. "This is going to turn into some ugly-fucking shit." With that he started off to his car, and sped off to his destination.
Chapter 1
I think I'm drowning
asphyxiating
I wanna break the spell
that you've created
Osaka, Japan
"What was the password Sloane gave you?" Marshall asked, his hands poised over the keyboard.
"Ravenson 327." Sydney said, glancing around the room. Marshall typed in the password quickly, and they both watched as the screen flashed.
"Okay, okay…I found the virus. Oh my God…the code on this thing…All right, um…it's gonna take me a second to download a copy before I can render the virus unusable." Sydney nodded, glancing at the security camera, sucking in a breath as she saw Sark and Bomani entering the club. She let her gaze linger a moment on the blue-eyed assassin before turning back to Marshall.
"You're gonna have to hurry. Sark's here." Sydney told him, turning back to the camera. She watched as Bomani shot down a guard who stood in his way, Sark doing likewise. They were getting closer.
"Come on! Come on!" Marshall chanted, watching the numbers on the screen flash faster and faster. Sydney watched as Sark and Bomani came within five feet on the room, sighing with relief when she heard the beep of the computer.
"It's disabled!" Marshall whispered quickly, he took his device and stuck it into his pocket, and glanced at Sydney. The both watched in fear as Sark opened the door.
you're something beautiful
a contradiction
I wanna play the game
I want the friction
Sark opened the door swiftly, and walked into the room, not even bothering to see if Bomani followed. He glanced around the room, noting it was empty. He sat down behind the computer, sliding in his disc to copy the information.
"It'll take me a second to transfer a copy to our server." Sark spoke, glancing up at Bomani. The man was truly a cold blooded killer. Not to say that he wasn't, but he at least had some morals. Bomani had none. But in retrospect Sark couldn't really blame the man. He had to watch his mother and sisters being raped and killed right in front him, helpless to do anything but watch. And pray.
Sark knew about praying, oddly enough. He had prayed all his childhood. Not anymore though. No. He hadn't prayed in years…many, many years. Not after his mother had supposedly died when he was a child. No- He bit the inside of his mouth until the metallic taste of blood filled it. He took a deep breath, slowly exhaling out, clearing the memories of all the blood and screaming women and children from his head. It was getting easy now.
you will be
the death of me
yeah, you will be
the death of me
Sydney held her breath as the door opened, glancing over at Marshall. If they hadn't been in the situation they were right now, she would have laughed out loud. His face was chalk-white, his eyes wide, and he was hugging his knees to his chest like a teddy bear. His breathing was getting heavy and Sydney brought a finger up to her mouth, telling him to be quiet. He nodded and she turned back and watched as Sark sat down in the seat right in front of them.
She couldn't believe she was hiding under a desk. A desk. The last time she had hid under a desk was when she was seven. She had been playing hide and seek with her nanny. Her nanny. She bit her lip at the thought. Even so many years later, she still resented her father for not being in her childhood. Would it have killed him to play with her? Just once? But apparently it would have, because he never did.
She released her lip, realizing she had drawn blood. Why are you thinking about this? It wasn't the time, and definitely not the place for her self pitying right now.
She turned quickly to Marshall when he tapped on her shoulder, motioning to his nose. Her eyes widened when she realized he was about to sneeze. She brought her hand up and pinched his nose, stopping him from sneezing. The stared at one another and Sydney couldn't help but bite her lip again to stop the curse that wanted to come out.
She was hiding under a desk with Marshall, holding his nose to stop him from sneezing, and hoping the cold–blooded assassin sitting in the chair in front of them wouldn't notice.
Because, shit, if he did…
bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it
"Done." Sark said, removing the disc and standing up from the desk. Bomani nodded, and they headed for the door. Sark brought two fingers up to his mouth, touching the side. His fingers came away red with blood. He shook his head and silently cursed himself. He had to stop doing that.
He froze once he realized what was in front of him. He had stopped right before the door to touch his mouth, and had accidentally stopped only feet from what he was now looking at. He cocked his head to the side, a small smirk forming on his face. He glanced behind him at the desk, then turned back around and walked out the door, but not before picking up the item and slipping it into his pocket.
our time is running out
and our time is running out
you can't push it underground
we can't stop it screaming out
Sydney let out a sigh of relief when she heard the door shut. She let her hand drop from Marshall's nose, letting him finally sneeze, but grimaced when she felt a spray of wetness hit her arm. Marshall blushed.
"Sorry about that," he whispered, "I really think this mustache has some cat fur in it. Hey, um, you know, maybe the person who made it has a cat and—"
"Marshall," Sydney gave him a smile, "We have to go now."
"Right," he said, following Sydney as she crawled out from under the desk. "Do you think it's safe to go out yet?" his eyes were watching the door; as if he thought they would walk back in and catch them.
"We'll watch the cameras to make sure everything's clear first, then we'll go." Sydney replied, her eyes already watching as Sark and Bomani walked towards the exit. Right before Sark walked out the door, Sydney watched as he lifted his head, his eyes staring straight into the camera. Sydney sucked in a breath.
It was almost like he knew she was watching him.
He finally looked away, glancing around the club once more before exciting. He didn't know she was here, did he? How could he? He can't know. He was just checking the room for threats, other spies. She would have done the same. But she wouldn't have stared at the camera, would she? Yes…no. Maybe. Could he have known? No…
"Sydney?" Marshall's voice broke her out of her thoughts. "Are you, uh, ok? Do you need to sit down, you look a little white, actually, it's more of a beige—"
"I'm fine," she gave him a smile, and headed for the door. "Let's get out of here."
"Good, because I've got to get out of this mustache…" Marshall's voice became nothing but a distant mumble as her thoughts flew around her head. There was no way he knew they were there. He would have said something. Right? He couldn't…no…She absently brought her right hand up to tuck her hair behind her ear, she made sure her earring was in place. Bringing her left hand up, she felt her ear. She froze. It was gone.
Her earring was gone.
Her throat went dry. He knew…
I wanted freedom
but I'm restricted
I tried to give you up
but I'm addicted
"Are you positive he thinks you're dead?" Sark spoke into the phone. He was in a car right outside the club. It was a Mustang, a Mach 1 Coupe in Azure Blue. It was a good blue. And, true, it could be spotted easily, but it didn't make a difference to him. You would still have to catch him. And that would not be easy. Sark drove fast, very fast. It was a favorite pastime of his. Sometimes he would just go out and drive. Anywhere.
He wasn't sure what he was so attracted too. Maybe it was the purr of the engine. Damn. It was like a big cat. But it could be the leather seats, the steering wheel, or the clutch. No…it was everything. All those things put together.
It was an escape route.
A weapon.
Heaven.
It was whatever he wanted it to be. Maybe that's what he liked.
Bloody fucking sure, he only shot me three-fucking times!
"Good." he spoke, coming out of his thoughts. "The first phase is complete; the second will be complete within the hour."
The hour?
"Things went a little ahead of schedule."
You sure this is how you want it?
"Are you questioning me, Declan?" Sark asked the man, a small smile on his face. The man laughed.
Nah, mate, but you're in some big shit now. Messin' with people high up on the food chain, you ready for that, Liam?
He gave a small laugh at the name the man used. "You know me," he replied smoothly, "I'm ready."
I do know you, mate. That's why I'm asking.
"You know where to go?" he finally asked, ignoring what the man had said. He flipped his phone shut, already knowing the man did. Messin' with people high up on the food chain. The statement rang in his ears.
It was true. He was. But he was ready. He had to be ready.
He didn't have a choice.
now that you know I'm trapped
sense of elation
you'll never dream of breaking this fixation
you will squeeze the life out of me
Sydney was frozen to the spot. He knew. He knew… He's up to something. He had to be. Why else would he not kill them? Or at least kidnap them? Where was he? Was he still here, waiting for them to come outside so he could kill them there? Shit…what was she going to do?
"Marshall," she put her hand on his shoulder. "I think Sark knows we're here."
He blanched, "What?"
"Listen to me," she said, grabbing him by both of his shoulders. "I'm going to go outside, see if I can distract him, you stay here."
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"I'll be fine—" she was interrupted by the sound of many guns going off. She ducked to the ground, pulling Marshall down with her. "Stay down and follow me," she yelled out to him over the screams of people around her. He nodded, looking close to throwing up. She crawled across the floor, making sure he was following her. She finally made it to the bar, pulling Marshall in next to her.
"Stay here," she told him, pulling a gun out from her purse. "And no matter what, if someone comes, shoot them. Do you understand?" He swallowed and nodded, taking the gun she offered him.
bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it
She grabbed her gun out of her thigh strap and peeked around the bar. The guns were still going; a bullet hit the side of the bar. She swung back around, her back hitting the wall. She gave Marshall a tight smile and made a run for a poker table that had fallen on its side. She dove behind it, two bullets hitting it at the same time. She glanced around the table, trying to get a head count of the shooters. She could see five, but that was just on one side. She slid to the other side. Six more.
our time is running out
and our time is running out
you can't push it underground
we can't stop it screaming out
how did it come to this
She swore. If it was just her, she could make a run for it, but with Marshall…She cursed again. Glancing around the side of the table she lifted her gun, shooting one of the men. Who the fuck were they? Sark and Bomani had killed all the people who worked here. She didn't see Sark or Bomani anywhere. That didn't mean they weren't here…but Sark was never one to sit back and watch…
you will suck the life out of me
Suddenly everything went silent.
bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it
Shit. What the fuck is going on? Sydney risked a glance around, noticing the men were checking the bodies. What are they doing? Holy shit…they killed everyone! She turned to her other side.They were getting closer to her spot behind the table. She swallowed, cracked her neck, and flew out from behind the table. She shot the two men who were getting closer to her, then dove behind another table. The rest of the men opened fire on her; she grimaced when one nicked her on the arm.
She glanced in the direction she had left Marshall. She realized it had been a mistake the moment she heard the gun cock. She slowly raised her hands.
"Put the gun down." the voice was heavily accented in Japanese. She obeyed, slowly setting the gun down on the ground.
"Turn around, slowly." the man said. She started to turn around slowly, then spun, her foot coming up to knock his gun out of his hand. He swung a fist at her, which she dodged easily. She grabbed a cue stick that was lying on the ground, and swung it, connecting squarely with the man's face. He fell. Before she even had a chance to look around, three things happened at once.
our time is running out
and our time is running out
you can't push it underground
we can't stop it screaming out
One: She heard more guns cock, these ones only a couple of feet from her.
Two: She heard gunfire erupt outside.
Three: She saw Marshall stand up, aiming the gun at the men behind her.
"Marshall no-" she yelled, her eyes widening in horror at what he was doing. But she knew it was too late. He got off one shot before one of the men shot him. He looked at Sydney right before he fell, a terrified look on his face.
how did it come to this
She heard herself scream. She felt her body throw itself to the ground, felt herself pick up her gun and let loose a stream of bullets at the men. But it was like she was numb. She didn't feel the bullets that hit her. And she almost was thankful when she fell to the ground, her eyes drooping shut as her blood flew freely out of her and onto the carpeted floors of the club. She heard someone calling her name, but she didn't care.
She didn't want anyone to save her.
She wanted to die.
TBC…