I don't own Alias or the characters. Just the plot.
This is just a small one-shot about how it would be if Jack met Syd... Or Julia.
English isn't my first language, so... Sorry the faults. Be nice! x)
I was standing there. Hesitating. Watching a blond woman with a pistol walking toward me with the innocent brown eyes. But I could see that the innocent eyes weren't real. You could see that coldness in her eyes. Her eyes were so cold. The mouth turned into a sarcastic smile. It was my daughter. But it was not my daughter anymore. My sweet daughter Sydney. That one who had a big heart and was so lovely. That one and only I would do anything to protect. But now... the warm inside her. It was gone. She was gone. Now there was only coldness. I hoped anyway that somewhere in that soul was my daughter. They couldn't have broken her? Maybe it was just a facade. She had maybe just forgotten how to be Sydney. I knew that it was stupid to hope that. So stupid. Hope was destroying. That taught my father me.
"Hi, Jack." The voice was hers. But still not anyway. I had often gotten passionate angry words from her. This was different. It was empty words. No passion or feelings. As she completely didn't care for me. The words were cold and hard.
"Sydney…" I said begging. I never begged. But that was the only word I could get up. Her name. Sydney. Please. Let me be wrong. I almost wished that she had died in that terrible fire. It was on some way better to have a dead daughter with a good reputation than an living evil daughter, whose reputation was destroyed.
"My name isn't Sydney. It's Julia. Finally we got introduced to each other." I stiffned. Julia… It could only be Julia Thorne, one of the most wanted terrorists. No one had ever seen her face. I knew that she was blond. She was a assassin. Payed for kill. Last thing I had heard about her was that she was one of the Covenant's top assassin. I was doomed to death. I could not kill my own daughter, regardless what name she went under. She would always be my sweet, lovely daughter in my head. I knew that I should try to kill or arrest her to pretend her into doing more harm. But I couldn't do that.
"It can't ... be true," I whispered. It was seldom that I fumbled for words. It happened never. Whisper was weak, but now I whispered.
"Oh yeah." I saw her laugh. But her laugh was cold, just like everything about her. She reminded on some way about me. "I see you know my last name. Thorne."
"Your name isn't Julia Thorne. It is Sydney Bristow," I said in a try to get her back. Maybe had no one said that to her. It was off course foolish to hope on that. But she used to be my girl when she was kid. Daddy's girl.
"Sydney is dead, Jack. Realise it. She died in that terrible fire." She sighed. As if I was stupid. "You guys found her bones. It was tragic to CIA. Lose one of their top agents. She got a star, right?" I just nodded. It was weird. Hear her talk about herself in third person, as if it was not herself she talked about. I could se she still had a sans to drama, which she had inherited from her mother. She had always had that, but now she used it more. I knew that if it had been anyone else, I would have tried to kill the person. But I would never try kill this Julia with my daughter's look. I had had realized that she was a broken soul, that The Covenant had broken her. But somewhere in her was my daughter. Where was my beloved daughter?