Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: "Masquerade"
Disclaimer: I own them not.
Summary: Sloane POV
A/N: This is my theory on the whole 'Sloane is Sydney's father' thing.
Father: 1. n, - One who exercises protecting care like that of a father; one who shows paternal kindness; one to whom filial reverence and obedience are due. 2. v, To represent oneself as the owner of
"I wouldn't feel comfortable leaving Sydney alone right now. If she were your daughter, I'm sure you'd understand."
"You should know by now that my interest is in protecting Sydney. It's always been my pleasure to fill in for you when you were . . . indisposed."
That doesn't make you happy, does it Jack? Being reminded that I was there for your darling daughter when her mother died. I could have made her an orphan that night, Jack, did you know that? Little Sydney would have been all alone if I hadn't stepped in to take care of her. I could have told her that you had gone out after Laura and had an accident. I could have taken her away from you then.
I didn't. For several reasons. Most don't matter, they're only trifling details. The real reason I didn't take her then was because it will be so much better to take her away from you now, now when she makes the choice herself. When she chooses me over you. Like Laura did.
You always wondered about that, didn't you? Laura was supposed to be mine, Jack, not yours. I found her in Paris, I introduced her to you. You were supposed to say hello every now and then and take Emily out, maybe go on a double date with us. But you took her from me.
Laura loved you. She loved how she could get to that soft interior under the secret agent man shell. She said I had no feelings. She was wrong – I felt hate, I felt jealousy, I felt anger. My best friend had taken the woman I loved from me and had my child with her.
Yes, Jack, Sydney is mine. Not by blood. Laura never touched another man while she was with you, it was only afterwards. I know she only slept with me out of gratitude. She felt that she owed me for hiding her from you when you would have killed her first and then asked why later. I told myself it didn't matter. I had her, I finally had Laura Bristow. But I didn't really.
Which makes Sydney an even sweeter victory. I am taking the one thing you love more than anything else. It's tearing you up inside, isn't it, Jack? Now you understand how I felt with Laura.
You wonder how I could betray you, my best friend, like this. You aren't my best friend, Jack. You never were. You were a necessity. I hated you. I loathed you. I hated the fact that you weren't the thug you were supposed to be – you had brains. You were just the perfect man, weren't you, Jack? Good at your job, perfect wife, beautiful daughter. And then it all fell apart. Oh, how I savored that.
Revenge is a dish best served cold, they say. And so it is. Through careful planning I've been able to strike when it hurts most. I still remember the day you found out that Sydney was an agent of mine. You wanted to deny it so badly, to purge the sight of her practicing on the firing range from your memory. The look on your face when I told you about her mission with Dixon to see Hassan . . .
And now my dish is complete. She came to see me last night. Sydney came to my house to ask for help. Because she couldn't ask you. Don't you see, Jack? She's mine. And not because I took her from you. No, because she came to me. Just like her mother, she chose me over you.
~fin~