Rising
Chapter Four
Confirmation
A.N. Addy, I don't know what Sark's real name is. I just used Andrew. It seems like the widely accepted name for Sark.
Jack cornered in the garage.
"You've got to be careful with the new boss. He's not going to trust our lies."
"I am, Dad."
"I'm not entirely convinced that this isn't a set up. Sark gets rid of Sloane and bring in his own recommendation for boss."
Sydney had already started to shake her head vehemetly.
"Why are you shaking your head?"
"He doesn't want Geiger any more than we do."
"How can you be so sure?"
"I just am." Sydney debated on whether or not she should tell Jack about their discovery about Geiger. She decided to wait until she got more information. She wanted to ask Irina about him. She had to wait until Irina took her roof top walk to avoid prying eyes and ears.
"I have to go give Geiger my report. I'll talk to you later. Sydney gave her dad a smile and strutted into the office.
Sydney opened the door to Geiger's office the same time Sark did. They stopped in the door jam together. Sark tried not to concentrate on Sydney's very kissable lips and Sydney felt a blush rise up to her cheeks.
"Excuse me." Sydney said, finding her voice first.
"Indeed." They separated and Geiger watched on with interest. Mr. Sark's weak point. Sydney Bristow. The attraction was obvious. He gave himself a mental pat on the back, glad that he had finally knew how to trap Mr. Sark into talking.
"Hello, Mr. Geiger. Here's my report."
"Excellent work in Finland, Miss Bristow. I can see why you are one of the top agents in this area."
Sydney seemed to be staring at him, like she was searching for something important. Evidence? She reminded him so much of her, the one who gave him freedom and then deserted him. No words or anything, just disappeared.
"Thank you, Sydney."
"No problem at all." Sydney exited the office and walked to her desk. She looked down at her fist and opened it. A small slip of paper lay inside. Sark had slipped it to her in the door jam.
Meet me at 7 tonight. We have some things to discuss.
Sydney glanced around the office and decided she had to talk to her mother before then. She had to have hard evidence or at least a confession from her mother on the truth. She hurried out of SD-6 to make contact with the CIA.
Sydney tightened her black jacket as she headed up to the roof of the building. Irina had already been out there for five minutes. Sydney had to get up there and ask her mother about William Vaughn in ten minutes. Irina turned at the sound of the door opening.
"Sydney. This is a pleasant surprise."
"I need to talk to you."
"What is it?' Irina stayed directly in front of Sydney, worried about her daughter's tone of voice.
"You killed 20 CIA agents in the 1970's."
"Yes. You already know that."
"You didn't kill them all, did you?"
Irina's eyes flicked to the cage that surrounded her.
"Excuse me?"
"You didn't kill William Vaughn."
Irina sighed and turned away from Sydney, not able to look at her.
"He was disillusioned with the CIA."
"You helped him out."
"I did. He joined the KGB and then my organization."
"Did Mr. Sark ever see him?" Sydney had to know if he was lying to her.
"Oh, no. They were in charge of totally different operations. Ge...Vaughn stayed in Russia. Mr. Sark travelled around the world. Mr. Sark didn't even know about him."
"Did Vaughn know about Sark?"
"Yes. He knew almost everything about my operations."
"Did Vaughn have plastic surgery?"
"Yes. He changed his face."
"Then, he dyed his hair and changed his eye color."
"Several times since he was William Vaughn."
Sydney sighed.
"Does your Vaughn know, Sydney?"
"No! I haven't told him. You can't either."
"I won't. How did you know?"
"He's the new head of SD-6."
Irina stopped pacing and jerked Sydney's arm.
"He's dangerous. I didn't even know him towards the end."
"Meaning..."
"He changed from that patriot Mr. Vaughn knew to the one who hated the U.S. government. From there, he changed form that idealistic man to who he is today. He's so explosive, he would definitely kill you. He probably knows who you are. He knows you're a double agent, also."
"Does he know about Michael? I mean, did he ever look him up, find out he was a CIA agent?"
"Yes."
"And he knows about me?"
"Yes. And that Vaughn is your handler."
"Ms. Derevko, time is up." The marshalls surrounded her and she started to walk inside.
"Mom!" Irina stopped.
"Why?"
The unspoken between mother and daughter completed the question. Why didn't you tell her or Vaughn or even Kendall for that matter? Irina opened her mouth, then closed it again. She had wanted to protect Sydney and William's sad son. That man worshipped his father, the memory of him. It was much like Sydney had with Laura Bristow. She couldn't bring down Vaughn's world as well. It was her way of making things up to Sydney, even though she shouldn't have known. It was her own way of preserving Sydney's sacred memory of her mother, though it was being played out between a father and son. The marshalls grabbed Irina's arm and pulled her inside, leaving Sydney very cold and very lonely on the rooftop.
Chapter Four
Confirmation
A.N. Addy, I don't know what Sark's real name is. I just used Andrew. It seems like the widely accepted name for Sark.
Jack cornered in the garage.
"You've got to be careful with the new boss. He's not going to trust our lies."
"I am, Dad."
"I'm not entirely convinced that this isn't a set up. Sark gets rid of Sloane and bring in his own recommendation for boss."
Sydney had already started to shake her head vehemetly.
"Why are you shaking your head?"
"He doesn't want Geiger any more than we do."
"How can you be so sure?"
"I just am." Sydney debated on whether or not she should tell Jack about their discovery about Geiger. She decided to wait until she got more information. She wanted to ask Irina about him. She had to wait until Irina took her roof top walk to avoid prying eyes and ears.
"I have to go give Geiger my report. I'll talk to you later. Sydney gave her dad a smile and strutted into the office.
Sydney opened the door to Geiger's office the same time Sark did. They stopped in the door jam together. Sark tried not to concentrate on Sydney's very kissable lips and Sydney felt a blush rise up to her cheeks.
"Excuse me." Sydney said, finding her voice first.
"Indeed." They separated and Geiger watched on with interest. Mr. Sark's weak point. Sydney Bristow. The attraction was obvious. He gave himself a mental pat on the back, glad that he had finally knew how to trap Mr. Sark into talking.
"Hello, Mr. Geiger. Here's my report."
"Excellent work in Finland, Miss Bristow. I can see why you are one of the top agents in this area."
Sydney seemed to be staring at him, like she was searching for something important. Evidence? She reminded him so much of her, the one who gave him freedom and then deserted him. No words or anything, just disappeared.
"Thank you, Sydney."
"No problem at all." Sydney exited the office and walked to her desk. She looked down at her fist and opened it. A small slip of paper lay inside. Sark had slipped it to her in the door jam.
Meet me at 7 tonight. We have some things to discuss.
Sydney glanced around the office and decided she had to talk to her mother before then. She had to have hard evidence or at least a confession from her mother on the truth. She hurried out of SD-6 to make contact with the CIA.
Sydney tightened her black jacket as she headed up to the roof of the building. Irina had already been out there for five minutes. Sydney had to get up there and ask her mother about William Vaughn in ten minutes. Irina turned at the sound of the door opening.
"Sydney. This is a pleasant surprise."
"I need to talk to you."
"What is it?' Irina stayed directly in front of Sydney, worried about her daughter's tone of voice.
"You killed 20 CIA agents in the 1970's."
"Yes. You already know that."
"You didn't kill them all, did you?"
Irina's eyes flicked to the cage that surrounded her.
"Excuse me?"
"You didn't kill William Vaughn."
Irina sighed and turned away from Sydney, not able to look at her.
"He was disillusioned with the CIA."
"You helped him out."
"I did. He joined the KGB and then my organization."
"Did Mr. Sark ever see him?" Sydney had to know if he was lying to her.
"Oh, no. They were in charge of totally different operations. Ge...Vaughn stayed in Russia. Mr. Sark travelled around the world. Mr. Sark didn't even know about him."
"Did Vaughn know about Sark?"
"Yes. He knew almost everything about my operations."
"Did Vaughn have plastic surgery?"
"Yes. He changed his face."
"Then, he dyed his hair and changed his eye color."
"Several times since he was William Vaughn."
Sydney sighed.
"Does your Vaughn know, Sydney?"
"No! I haven't told him. You can't either."
"I won't. How did you know?"
"He's the new head of SD-6."
Irina stopped pacing and jerked Sydney's arm.
"He's dangerous. I didn't even know him towards the end."
"Meaning..."
"He changed from that patriot Mr. Vaughn knew to the one who hated the U.S. government. From there, he changed form that idealistic man to who he is today. He's so explosive, he would definitely kill you. He probably knows who you are. He knows you're a double agent, also."
"Does he know about Michael? I mean, did he ever look him up, find out he was a CIA agent?"
"Yes."
"And he knows about me?"
"Yes. And that Vaughn is your handler."
"Ms. Derevko, time is up." The marshalls surrounded her and she started to walk inside.
"Mom!" Irina stopped.
"Why?"
The unspoken between mother and daughter completed the question. Why didn't you tell her or Vaughn or even Kendall for that matter? Irina opened her mouth, then closed it again. She had wanted to protect Sydney and William's sad son. That man worshipped his father, the memory of him. It was much like Sydney had with Laura Bristow. She couldn't bring down Vaughn's world as well. It was her way of making things up to Sydney, even though she shouldn't have known. It was her own way of preserving Sydney's sacred memory of her mother, though it was being played out between a father and son. The marshalls grabbed Irina's arm and pulled her inside, leaving Sydney very cold and very lonely on the rooftop.