The Little Brown-Haired Girl

By Shiloh "Pixierumor" Rumor

Summary of Chapter 11: Re-counts a mission gone awry with of friend of Julia's, Ashleigh Hanna.

A/N I know the chapters have been short, but honestly I'm working on trying to make them longer so just bare with me. Also if there are any A's missing its becuse-LOL did that on purpose...my keyboard isn't working well so...

Chapter 12: Q and A

"Judge a man by his questions rather than by his answers." Voltaire

He wanted to laugh. I could see it in his eyes. I could tell by his stupid remarks. He didn't say a word. He let it sink in a little while longer before he went on to interrogate me further. "You expect me to believe that." He asked leaning his palms into the metal table, a manila folder in hand. "What's your name?" I asked. His expression was quizzical. "Excuse me Ms. Thorne but I'm asking the questions he said. He stood up straight and slid a yellowish-white folder across the table at me. "Don't forget it." He replied making his way over to me. He opened the folder and I was caught starring at a picture of "myself." "Does this ring any bells?" He asks. I only continue to stare at the black and white photo in the folder. She looks just like me? Is she me? Is that even possible? I looked up at him and he looked back at me. "So..." He trailed off hoping I'd finish. I replied, "So..." I ws cluesless. "Look I don't have much...and patience so if I were you I'd cut to the chase and start talking." He said walking across the room giving me a little space. "About what?" I began. "I don't know what you are talking about, or how you got that picture, I don't remember it, and I have...a pretty good memory." I finished. He smiled. He walked a little closer to me and bent down so his eyes met mine and he spoke. "Maybe this is a game to you, little revenge, mybe you're angry, they took you away from your work, your life they took everything you had and maybe you feel as if we didn't do enough to get you back, is that what this is all about?" He asks me so sure of himself. I drop my head down and look into my lap. " swear to you, that woman in that picture isn't me, I don't who you are, or where I am, but I can tell you one thing, if you don't let me out of this chair I will fucking kill you, you son of a bitch do you here me, I will rip your fucking guts out and kill you, do here me." I yelled out, who was he to tell me what was going on in my life. He had no idea, who I was, or who I am know, he doesn't know shit. "Did the memories of you're old life come back to haunt you?" He said standing up with a grin on his face. I looked up at him. "What are you talking about?" I asked him. "Those cuts on your wrists, I can assume you had a pretty good reason for trying to take your life." He said. "Hmm." I mumble. "Man, you've got no idea how much deep shit I'm in, I'm in so deep, that The Convenant and MI-6 want me, they think I've probably gone rogue on them or some shit, and The Covenant don't even get me started on them, when they get their dirty little hands on me I'm as good as dead, but I wanted to die on my own terms, my way." I say smiling. "Your way?" He replies. "How'd you find me?" I began. "At the safe house, at first I thought it was Fischer because I figured he was trying to "help," but Fischer's MI-6 and that's British, this place, it doesn't feel British." I say hoping for an answer. "It's not." He replies leaving the room. He closes the door behind him. A few seconds later he opens the door and a man walks into the room. It's Fischer.

He just stands there looking at me. Looking at me like a lost soul, or a broken machine that can't be fixed. Honestly I hate it when Fisher looks at me like that. I'm not broke, I'm just broken. I can't even spit his name out. The very sight of him leaves me speechless. I mumble trying to get the words out. He walks over to me and un-cuffs my hands, however my legs are still chained to hard cool metal. He sets the cuffs and keys on the table and picks up the manila that had at first lie before me. He reads over it. He can't even look at me. He refuses to look at me. He acts as if I'm a traitor, as if I betrayed him, as if I betrayed our country. "You lied to me, Julia, or should I call you Sydney." I looked at him in disbelief. "Fischer what did they tell you?" I manage to get out over the little sobs. "The truth Julia, they told me truth." He yells out in anger. "I thought I could trust you, you lied to me." He spat out. "What are you talking about, Fischer I have never lied to, I swear." I cry out. I can feel the other man watching me through the "mirror." "Why, Julia?" He asks. "Why what?" I spit out angrily. "Everything." He respomds in disbelief shaking his head back and forth. "It's funny you should talk, after all how do I know where you're loyalties lie, you kidnapped me." I say wiping away my tears. "It was Convenants orders, Irina Derevko, she told me she wanted to see a woman named Julia, if I hadn't my cover would have been blown, and then the way she talked to you at the warehouse, she called you Sydney, I knew you were something else, someone else." He said. "So how'd I get here, not MI-6?" I asked. "When Derevko left I got a call from a man named Jack Bristow, a CIA agent, but I suppose you already know that right?" He questions. "Why would I know that?" I ask back. "Because he's your father." He replies coldly. "You're crazy, I know my father, Jack Bristow isn't him." I reply. "Alright then tell me the truth I wanna know everything, everything you think you know about your life." He says. He pulls up a chair and awaits me to tell him my story.

Agents Vaughn and Weiss sat in their respective chairs fiddling with objects on their desks, awaiting for "Julia's" debriefing/interrogation to be over. They tried to busy themselves with work but eventually their minds led back to Sydney. "Hey man." Eric began peering his head over his computer. I looked back up at him and offered a fake smile. "Hey." Was all I could get out. "You need a ride home?" He asked. "Nah, I think I'm going to stay for awhile, see what's going on with Syd." He replies. "Come one man, you need sleep among other things, say food for example." Weiss says with a hint of a laugh. "I know, it's just, whatever's going on with Syd I need to be here for her, I know that a lot has changed but somethings haven't Weiss." Vaughn says. "I get you man, but you can still be here for her and eat and be well rested." Eric shoots back at him. "Weiss..." He trails off. Eric puts his hands up in defense of himself and says, "Ok, ok, I get it, that's fine, I'm going to go home and eat and get some rest and if you're still here I bring you back some Chinese ok?" He asks clearing his desk off getting ready to leave. Vaughn justs nods. "Alright see you later." And with that Weiss takes off.

Vaughn continues throught out the night sitting in that chair while he awaits the fate of Sydney. He eyes began to close on him and that hot cup of coffee is now a cold cup of dried, smashed berries, liquified with water. Then next things he knows is the sound of a couple pairs of heavy footsteps hurrying around, he opens his eyes and sees the agents, and Kendall leaving the room. He practically jumps from his seat and runs over to Kendall's side. "Sir, can I see her now?" Is the first thing he asks. Kendall stops walking and looks Vaughn in the eyes. He nods his head and walks off. For a moment Vaughn can't believe what's going on. Was that really Kendall? Jack said the information regarding Sydney was classified, Omega-17. He said it was above my pay grade. Anyways that thought didn't trouble him long, he wanted to see Sydney again.

He walked into the room more wide awake than ever. He hadn't shown a sign that he had just woken up from a half ass nap. His heart practically melted when he saw Sydney's legs chained to the chair. Mascara ran down her puffy little red eyes and her hair was a blond mess. He couldn't believe that the woman he fell in love with could ever amount to this. When she heard the door shut behind him, she looked up only to find another man in another suit. "What do you want?" She replied coldly. "Syd..." He began but she cut him off. "My name is Julia, I've told you before and I'm telling you again, don't call me Sydney again." She said looking back down again. When she said that, his heart sank a little more. He walked over to the table and pulled out a chair and sat. "I'm here to hear your story, I'm not going to try and tell you who you are or who your not." He said. "Like you did before, in Moscow." She replied finally meeting his eyes. His beautiful green eyes. "And I'm sorry about that, but listen Sy...Julia, I'm on your side, believe it or not, I just want to help you, but before I can I need you to tell me everything." He says. "Where do I even start?" She asks in denial. "Any where, how about the first thing you remember." He tells her. "You mean, when all this screwed up shit started happening or from my first memory?" She asks. "The beginnning." He says. "The beginning?" She confirms. "The beginning." He replies. "Where were you born?" He asks. "In Montpelier, Vermont." She responds. "To whom?" He asks. She winces at the thought of her parents and then finally replies, "John and Faith Potter, April 17, 1985." "Did you grow up there?" He asks. "No, a couple weeks after I was born I moved to London with my parents, I grew up there, I didn't leave until I was seventeen." "Ok, good we're making progress." He responds with a smile. "So what happened to your parents? Are they still alive?" He asks. She sheds a single tear and then replies. "No." Her voice is cold. He now feels guilty for asking her although he can't help wonder how long they must have brainwashed her, evvery word she spoke, she believed. "How did they die?" He asks. "In a fire, when I was one year old or so I was told, they actually just put me up for adoption." Vaughn shrugs at her reply, he thinks to himself, Syd's death was faked in a fire. He gulps down the thought and continues on. "What happened after that?" "Well I lived in an orphanage til I was two, then I was adopted by my real parents, Robert Thorne and Susan Del Ray Thorne." Vaughn couldn't even speak, she was so deep into this lie. "So how did you get to where you are now, everything seems to be just normal?" He asks. "Well see, you forgot a question." She states. "Oh yeah, what's that?" He asks with a slight smile. "How did they die?" She says. "Your parents, they died?" He asks. "Yes, but this time in a real fire, along with my brothers, Archer and Colin." She replies dryly. "Then you were back in the system?" He says. "Yep." "And..." He replies. "Well evetually I got tired of that life, the way I was treated, they didn't real care about us, they just tolerates us, us being there." "So what happened after that?" "Well, I didn't actually take action until I was thirteen, I ran away, never looked back." She said with a smile. "It was freedom." "So how did you survive?" He asked. "Well at first it was simply a matter of "borrowing" food and finding a shelter, but there were always hobos willing to lend a blanket." She said smiling. "So what became a problem after that?" He asked. "Who said there were any other problems?" She asked. "Well you said at first, as if there were other problems." "One night, I had just stolen a load of food, a butt load and I was going to share it with a friend I had made who lived in this little alley way, but he wasn't there so I left the food I was turning around to leave and the next thing I know there are two guys there, and I try to run away and one of them grabs me and..." She trails off as tears begin to take over. Vaughn knows what she saying is a lie but the thought of Sydney being raped chills him to the bone. "Anyways, the start hitting me and punching me and I try to fight but I can't, the next thing I know there's this guy who knocks them both out cold, he saved my life." Vaughn looked at her, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her. "It was Fischer, Fischer saved my life, and now he thinks I'm a liar, he doesn't even trust me." She replies. He gulps down a lump in his throat and then speaks. "Well you look tired and I know am, so maybe we can continue this chat tomorrow." He says getting up from his chair. "And if there's anything you need just ask." He says as he's about to leave. "Am I be escorted to a cell?" She asks. "Uh...yes...why?" He asks. "I was wondering if I could have blanket and maybe a pillow?" She asks. "What makes you think we don't alreay have that for you?" He says with a smile. She just looks at him with a faint smile. "Alright, I'll see what I can do about that." And with that he leaves.

Michael left the office feeling better than he did when he had arrived. Even though Sydney believed she was Julia, he knew slowly by slowly the were making progress. He couldn't wait until tomorrow. Although the woman he was going to see wasn't Sydney, at least she looked like her in the face. He slipped into his car and drove home. He stepped through the door and switched on the lights. "Jessica?" He yelled out. She didn't reply. He took off his jacket and set in on the couch and called out to her again. "Jess?" He called again. She didn't reply again. He walked over to the fridge to grab a glass of water and then he saw a note on the door. Michael, sorry but i'm going to spend the night at Kate's tonight, we need to talk in the mornng though, I'll be back in the morning-Jessica. He ripped the note off the fridge and tossed it into the garbage and grabbed a beer from the fridge and plumped down on the couch.

The End of Chapter 12

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Another A/N: I know I've changed Julia/Syd's birthday and every one else around a lot, however the story takes place in 2012. So here age is as it was in the show about.