Disclaimer: Alias is owned by ABC, Touchstone, is the creation of JJ Abrams
and Bad Robot Productions.
This is my first Alias fic. I'd love to get feedback! Please review the story or e-mail me at jeff_langdon@hotmail.com! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed the story so far.
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The Guardian Angel - Chapter 15
Sydney wandered aimlessly around town for the next few hours. Her mind was blank and she felt like her heart had just been ripped apart. She could not understand why she fell for Sark, even though she knew deep down that he was not to be trusted. She knew he was dangerous and yet she still developed feelings for him. Worse, she had no idea where he had taken Will, and given Will's condition, she began to worry tremendously.
Finally, Sydney felt composed enough to return home. She had little doubt that Francie would be at home and that she would have countless questions. She wasn't really in the mood to be interrogated so she made up an excuse about being tired and not feeling well before entering the house.
As she opened the door, she gasped. The furniture was overturned and there were papers, magazines and books everywhere. Immediately, panic set in as Sydney rushed through the house in search of Francie. Her panic grew when she found Francie's jacket on the floor, stained with blood. Sydney felt helpless and she didn't know what to do. She fell to her knees and began to sob. The sound of footsteps behind her caused Sydney to get to her feet. Turning around, she came face to face with Sark.
"Not happy to see me?" Sark asked, his trademark cocky smirk appearing.
Sydney said nothing but glared at him, her anger and rage threatening to consume her.
Looking around, Sark noticed the disarray in the house for the first time. "What happened?" he asked again, his voice serious.
"Where are they?" she demanded, her voice cold and hostile.
"We've been through this." Sark began. His answer was cut short as Sydney landed a vicious kick to his body, causing him to double over in pain.
"What was that." Sydney landed another kick to Sark before he could react to defend himself. This continued as Sydney pummeled Sark, not giving him a fighting chance. Within minutes, the rage that fueled Sydney's attack had reduced Sark to a crumpled heap on the floor. Sydney smiled with satisfaction, seeing the pain and hurt that she had inflicted on him. She bent down, grabbed his hair, and dragged him to his knees. Sark, bloodied by the numerous blows that he had received from Sydney, was barely conscious.
"That was for Will," she whispered harshly before pushing him back to the floor. It took a few minutes before Sark regained enough strength to struggle to his feet. Feeling disoriented, he noticed that Sydney had momentarily left the room. He was sure that he had broken some bones. Sharp pains were shooting up his right leg and he could not feel his left arm. Taking deep breaths to lessen the pain, he limped out of the house before Sydney returned.
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In the days that followed, Sydney told Vaughn about Will and Francie's disappearance and about her encounter at the warehouse. Of course, she didn't tell Vaughn about the feelings that she had so foolishly developed for Sark over the past few weeks. She filled him in on Sloane's disappearance as much as she could and Vaughn warned her to be extra careful when working with SD-6.
It was another few days before Vaughn finally got word on Will and Francie's whereabouts.
"Where are they?" Sydney asked anxiously.
"They were taken to Irina's headquarters," Vaughn replied. "We're putting a team together to rescue them."
"What about Irina?"
"We have orders to capture her or eliminate her if necessary."
"When is the team leaving?"
"In six hours." Vaughn looked at Sydney and offered a sympathetic smile. "Don't worry, they'll be alright."
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Two hours later, Sydney was on her way to Irina's headquarters, determined to settle the score with her mother and rescue her friends. It wasn't that she didn't trust Vaughan, but they really didn't know what Irina was capable of. And six hours was much too long of a wait.
She entered the compound without encountering any opposition. She really had no idea where Will and Francie were being kept and after walking around in circles for a while, she decided that a change in strategy was in order. Sydney managed to locate a guard and after threatening to blow his head off with her gun, she got instructions to the main room where Will and Francie were supposedly kept.
After knocking the guard out cold, she proceeded to navigate the many corridors. She made another turn before stopping in her tracks.
"Welcome, Miss Bristow," a young guard said. "We've been expecting you."
Sydney quickly analyzed the situation and it was quite obvious that fighting would be a bad idea. She was surrounded by well over 20 heavily armed guards and she did the only thing a sane person would have done - surrender.
The guards brought Sydney into a huge room and she was immediately confronted by the sight of Will and Francie cuffed and chained to a wall. Will looked even more battered than the last time and Francie looked hurt as well, although not nearly as horribly as Will.
The next thing that Sydney saw was Irina Derevko. Their stared at each other, each trying to read the other's mind.
"We meet again, Sydney," Irina finally began.
"What joy," Sydney muttered.
Irina smiled as she watched Sydney's reaction. "Aren't you glad to see your mother?" she asked sarcastically, an expression of mock hurt on her face.
"A heartless, pathetic monster doesn't qualify to be my mother," Sydney spat angrily.
Irina laughed at Sydney's comment, a laugh that sent chills up her spine. "You sound just like your father when you're angry. How amusing!"
Sydney lunged for Irina but was quickly subdued by the guards. They dragged her across the room and secured her the same way Francie and Will were being held. She stole a glance at Francie who looked petrified. It was obvious that Irina had told all of her secrets to Francie because she didn't seem confused at all. In fact, Francie even gave her a sympathetic and understanding smile despite the circumstances in which she found herself.
"Well Sydney," Irina continued, "why don't you start by telling me all about the KSP compound."
"In your dreams," Sydney said defiantly.
"Actually, I think you'll be quite willing to share this information with me," Irina replied in a menacing tone.
"You're delusional, Irina."
"Lower him," Irina ordered the guards as they released Will from his chains. He immediately collapsed on the ground due to his injuries. The guards aimed their rifles at Will's head, ready to shoot.
Turning to Syndey, Irina continued, "Each time you refuse to cooperate, I will shoot one of Mr. Tippen's limbs off."
Sydney's eyes widened in horror. She struggled with all her strength to free herself but it was no use.
"So what will it be, Sydney?" Irina smiled. "Loyalty to your country or Mr. Tippen's life?"
Sydney's mind spun into overdrive as she struggled with her decision. There was no way she could sacrifice Will's life but the KSP compound a national secret.
"I guess I'll have to make your decision for you then, Sydney," Irina announced.
"Let her go right now, Irina," a voice, dripping with anger and venom, replied out of nowhere.
~ to be continued ~
This is my first Alias fic. I'd love to get feedback! Please review the story or e-mail me at jeff_langdon@hotmail.com! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed the story so far.
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The Guardian Angel - Chapter 15
Sydney wandered aimlessly around town for the next few hours. Her mind was blank and she felt like her heart had just been ripped apart. She could not understand why she fell for Sark, even though she knew deep down that he was not to be trusted. She knew he was dangerous and yet she still developed feelings for him. Worse, she had no idea where he had taken Will, and given Will's condition, she began to worry tremendously.
Finally, Sydney felt composed enough to return home. She had little doubt that Francie would be at home and that she would have countless questions. She wasn't really in the mood to be interrogated so she made up an excuse about being tired and not feeling well before entering the house.
As she opened the door, she gasped. The furniture was overturned and there were papers, magazines and books everywhere. Immediately, panic set in as Sydney rushed through the house in search of Francie. Her panic grew when she found Francie's jacket on the floor, stained with blood. Sydney felt helpless and she didn't know what to do. She fell to her knees and began to sob. The sound of footsteps behind her caused Sydney to get to her feet. Turning around, she came face to face with Sark.
"Not happy to see me?" Sark asked, his trademark cocky smirk appearing.
Sydney said nothing but glared at him, her anger and rage threatening to consume her.
Looking around, Sark noticed the disarray in the house for the first time. "What happened?" he asked again, his voice serious.
"Where are they?" she demanded, her voice cold and hostile.
"We've been through this." Sark began. His answer was cut short as Sydney landed a vicious kick to his body, causing him to double over in pain.
"What was that." Sydney landed another kick to Sark before he could react to defend himself. This continued as Sydney pummeled Sark, not giving him a fighting chance. Within minutes, the rage that fueled Sydney's attack had reduced Sark to a crumpled heap on the floor. Sydney smiled with satisfaction, seeing the pain and hurt that she had inflicted on him. She bent down, grabbed his hair, and dragged him to his knees. Sark, bloodied by the numerous blows that he had received from Sydney, was barely conscious.
"That was for Will," she whispered harshly before pushing him back to the floor. It took a few minutes before Sark regained enough strength to struggle to his feet. Feeling disoriented, he noticed that Sydney had momentarily left the room. He was sure that he had broken some bones. Sharp pains were shooting up his right leg and he could not feel his left arm. Taking deep breaths to lessen the pain, he limped out of the house before Sydney returned.
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In the days that followed, Sydney told Vaughn about Will and Francie's disappearance and about her encounter at the warehouse. Of course, she didn't tell Vaughn about the feelings that she had so foolishly developed for Sark over the past few weeks. She filled him in on Sloane's disappearance as much as she could and Vaughn warned her to be extra careful when working with SD-6.
It was another few days before Vaughn finally got word on Will and Francie's whereabouts.
"Where are they?" Sydney asked anxiously.
"They were taken to Irina's headquarters," Vaughn replied. "We're putting a team together to rescue them."
"What about Irina?"
"We have orders to capture her or eliminate her if necessary."
"When is the team leaving?"
"In six hours." Vaughn looked at Sydney and offered a sympathetic smile. "Don't worry, they'll be alright."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Two hours later, Sydney was on her way to Irina's headquarters, determined to settle the score with her mother and rescue her friends. It wasn't that she didn't trust Vaughan, but they really didn't know what Irina was capable of. And six hours was much too long of a wait.
She entered the compound without encountering any opposition. She really had no idea where Will and Francie were being kept and after walking around in circles for a while, she decided that a change in strategy was in order. Sydney managed to locate a guard and after threatening to blow his head off with her gun, she got instructions to the main room where Will and Francie were supposedly kept.
After knocking the guard out cold, she proceeded to navigate the many corridors. She made another turn before stopping in her tracks.
"Welcome, Miss Bristow," a young guard said. "We've been expecting you."
Sydney quickly analyzed the situation and it was quite obvious that fighting would be a bad idea. She was surrounded by well over 20 heavily armed guards and she did the only thing a sane person would have done - surrender.
The guards brought Sydney into a huge room and she was immediately confronted by the sight of Will and Francie cuffed and chained to a wall. Will looked even more battered than the last time and Francie looked hurt as well, although not nearly as horribly as Will.
The next thing that Sydney saw was Irina Derevko. Their stared at each other, each trying to read the other's mind.
"We meet again, Sydney," Irina finally began.
"What joy," Sydney muttered.
Irina smiled as she watched Sydney's reaction. "Aren't you glad to see your mother?" she asked sarcastically, an expression of mock hurt on her face.
"A heartless, pathetic monster doesn't qualify to be my mother," Sydney spat angrily.
Irina laughed at Sydney's comment, a laugh that sent chills up her spine. "You sound just like your father when you're angry. How amusing!"
Sydney lunged for Irina but was quickly subdued by the guards. They dragged her across the room and secured her the same way Francie and Will were being held. She stole a glance at Francie who looked petrified. It was obvious that Irina had told all of her secrets to Francie because she didn't seem confused at all. In fact, Francie even gave her a sympathetic and understanding smile despite the circumstances in which she found herself.
"Well Sydney," Irina continued, "why don't you start by telling me all about the KSP compound."
"In your dreams," Sydney said defiantly.
"Actually, I think you'll be quite willing to share this information with me," Irina replied in a menacing tone.
"You're delusional, Irina."
"Lower him," Irina ordered the guards as they released Will from his chains. He immediately collapsed on the ground due to his injuries. The guards aimed their rifles at Will's head, ready to shoot.
Turning to Syndey, Irina continued, "Each time you refuse to cooperate, I will shoot one of Mr. Tippen's limbs off."
Sydney's eyes widened in horror. She struggled with all her strength to free herself but it was no use.
"So what will it be, Sydney?" Irina smiled. "Loyalty to your country or Mr. Tippen's life?"
Sydney's mind spun into overdrive as she struggled with her decision. There was no way she could sacrifice Will's life but the KSP compound a national secret.
"I guess I'll have to make your decision for you then, Sydney," Irina announced.
"Let her go right now, Irina," a voice, dripping with anger and venom, replied out of nowhere.
~ to be continued ~
