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! I got some interesting feedback after Chapter 16. All I can say is be patient and to keep reading. Things might not be what they seem! (hint, hint) 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 17
Sydney felt sick to her stomach as she witnessed the scene before her. "This woman isn't human," she thought to herself. The complete lack of expression on Irina's face sent chills up her spine. She showed no hesitation as she fired her gun at Katie, sending the young woman's now lifeless body slumping to the floor.
Sark, or Andrew, as Sydney now preferred to call him, was a complete wreck. Sydney found it difficult to believe that the young man who now knelt on the floor sobbing in anguish was one of the world's most feared assassins. In all her previous encounters with Sark, he had never shown this amount of emotion. All this time, she didn't even know that anyone could have such an impact on him. He had always seemed so cocky, so confident in everything that he did. How could she reconcile that with the sobbing man in front of her?
As quickly as it started, however, Sark's sobs ended. Sydney watched as he slowly got to his feet, his actions slow and deliberate. His blue eyes turned into a dark, icy shade as he glared at Irina. Then it happened. With a loud, carnal yell, Sark unleashed his fury. Gun in his hand, he proceeded to take his anger out on Irina's henchmen, mowing them down with his trademark deadly accuracy. The guards had little time to react and were really no match for Sark. Sydney saw Irina run for cover and heard her cry in pain as one of Sark's bullets hit her leg. But being the intelligent woman that she was, Irina quickly disappeared into an emergency escape tunnel. It was almost as if she had anticipated Sark's mad rampage when she decided to kill Katie.
In mere minutes, the room was once again in silence, the floor littered with dead bodies. Surveying the damage, Sark once again slipped back into a half-dazed state. He dropped his gun and slowly walked over to Sydney. He mechanically untied her and then proceeded to free Francie and Will. Immediately, Will collapsed onto the floor, too weak to stand on his own, yet Sark made no attempt to help him to his feet. Francie was in a state of shock, not believing what she had just witnessed. Only Sydney seemed to be in an alert state of mind, but even she was confused as to what she should do.
As Sydney contemplated on her course of action, Sark slowly made her way to where Katie laid lifelessly on the floor. He knelt down and took her hands before beginning to sob softly.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered as new tears began to fall. In all these years, no one has ever seen Sark cry. He had convinced himself that tears were for those who were weak. But now, he didn't care. He didn't care if people saw his weaknesses. He buried his face in Katie's still-warm hands and cried like never before.
Sydney, recovering from the shock of everything that happened, approached Francie, hoping that she was alright. "Are you okay?" she asked tentatively, realizing how stupid her question must have sounded.
"I'm fine, I guess," Francie answered, not quite sure how she could be fine after witnessing everything that has happened. "Is Will going to be okay?"
Sydney looked at Will and cringed at the sight of his injuries. "He'll be fine," she lied. "But we need to get him medical attention soon."
Francie nodded, knowing that Sydney only wanted to make her feel better. "What about him?" she continued, looking at Sark.
Sydney sighed and slowly made her way towards Sark. He was so immersed with his guilt that he didn't even hear Sydney kneel down beside him. "Andrew?" she called out softly. To Sydney, it sounded strange to call this man any other name but Sark, but at the same time, the name felt so right.
"I killed Katie," Sark whispered to no one in particular. "I killed her!"
Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she tried to comfort him, knowing that it probably wouldn't do much good. "It wasn't your fault. You didn't kill Katie," she reasoned.
"I promised to protect her," Sark continued, not really listening to what Sydney was saying. "What kind of an operative am I? I couldn't even protect one person!"
"Andrew, listen to me," Sydney said with more force this time. "You didn't have a choice. Katie didn't blame you. She loved you." As she said this, she felt her heart ache. She hated the irony of all this. Yes, she was elated to have located her younger brother after thinking that he was dead all these years. Yet at the same time, she felt sad because she was really beginning to fall for Sark. But now, things would never be the same because she was now his sister. "Katie wouldn't want to see you like this."
Eventually, his sobs subsided and he regained his composure. He slowly got to his feet and surveyed their surroundings. "We have to get out of here. Irina and her men might still be around," he finally said.
Sydney nodded in agreement and proceeded to grab the guns from some of the fallen guards. Sark took one more sad, longing glance at Katie, knowing that there was no way to take her body with them. He then walked over to where Will was still lying on the ground to check on his condition. "We have to move fast," he said as he looked at Sydney with a worried expression. "He needs medical help."
Sydney took Francie's hand and proceeded towards the exit while Sark carried Will on his back. As they reached the entrance, Sydney tripped on some wires and crashed to the floor and yelled in pain.
"Don't move, Sydney!" Sark hollered. "You'll set off the explosives." He quickly placed Will back on the floor before moving to where Sydney was lying. Slowly and carefully he cut the two of the wires to disable the explosives. Sydney breathed a sigh of relief as she slowly got back to her feet.
"Are you okay?" Sark asked with concerned eyes.
"I'll fine," Sydney answered with a smile before giving Sark a hug. "We better keep moving."
Sark smiled and walked back towards where Will was lying. As Sydney turned to tell Francie to be careful, she was horrified to hear two quick gunshots followed by Sark crashing to the floor in a pool of blood.
~ to be continued ~
This is my first Alias fic. I'd love to get feedback! I got some interesting feedback after Chapter 16. All I can say is be patient and to keep reading. Things might not be what they seem! (hint, hint) 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 17
Sydney felt sick to her stomach as she witnessed the scene before her. "This woman isn't human," she thought to herself. The complete lack of expression on Irina's face sent chills up her spine. She showed no hesitation as she fired her gun at Katie, sending the young woman's now lifeless body slumping to the floor.
Sark, or Andrew, as Sydney now preferred to call him, was a complete wreck. Sydney found it difficult to believe that the young man who now knelt on the floor sobbing in anguish was one of the world's most feared assassins. In all her previous encounters with Sark, he had never shown this amount of emotion. All this time, she didn't even know that anyone could have such an impact on him. He had always seemed so cocky, so confident in everything that he did. How could she reconcile that with the sobbing man in front of her?
As quickly as it started, however, Sark's sobs ended. Sydney watched as he slowly got to his feet, his actions slow and deliberate. His blue eyes turned into a dark, icy shade as he glared at Irina. Then it happened. With a loud, carnal yell, Sark unleashed his fury. Gun in his hand, he proceeded to take his anger out on Irina's henchmen, mowing them down with his trademark deadly accuracy. The guards had little time to react and were really no match for Sark. Sydney saw Irina run for cover and heard her cry in pain as one of Sark's bullets hit her leg. But being the intelligent woman that she was, Irina quickly disappeared into an emergency escape tunnel. It was almost as if she had anticipated Sark's mad rampage when she decided to kill Katie.
In mere minutes, the room was once again in silence, the floor littered with dead bodies. Surveying the damage, Sark once again slipped back into a half-dazed state. He dropped his gun and slowly walked over to Sydney. He mechanically untied her and then proceeded to free Francie and Will. Immediately, Will collapsed onto the floor, too weak to stand on his own, yet Sark made no attempt to help him to his feet. Francie was in a state of shock, not believing what she had just witnessed. Only Sydney seemed to be in an alert state of mind, but even she was confused as to what she should do.
As Sydney contemplated on her course of action, Sark slowly made her way to where Katie laid lifelessly on the floor. He knelt down and took her hands before beginning to sob softly.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered as new tears began to fall. In all these years, no one has ever seen Sark cry. He had convinced himself that tears were for those who were weak. But now, he didn't care. He didn't care if people saw his weaknesses. He buried his face in Katie's still-warm hands and cried like never before.
Sydney, recovering from the shock of everything that happened, approached Francie, hoping that she was alright. "Are you okay?" she asked tentatively, realizing how stupid her question must have sounded.
"I'm fine, I guess," Francie answered, not quite sure how she could be fine after witnessing everything that has happened. "Is Will going to be okay?"
Sydney looked at Will and cringed at the sight of his injuries. "He'll be fine," she lied. "But we need to get him medical attention soon."
Francie nodded, knowing that Sydney only wanted to make her feel better. "What about him?" she continued, looking at Sark.
Sydney sighed and slowly made her way towards Sark. He was so immersed with his guilt that he didn't even hear Sydney kneel down beside him. "Andrew?" she called out softly. To Sydney, it sounded strange to call this man any other name but Sark, but at the same time, the name felt so right.
"I killed Katie," Sark whispered to no one in particular. "I killed her!"
Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she tried to comfort him, knowing that it probably wouldn't do much good. "It wasn't your fault. You didn't kill Katie," she reasoned.
"I promised to protect her," Sark continued, not really listening to what Sydney was saying. "What kind of an operative am I? I couldn't even protect one person!"
"Andrew, listen to me," Sydney said with more force this time. "You didn't have a choice. Katie didn't blame you. She loved you." As she said this, she felt her heart ache. She hated the irony of all this. Yes, she was elated to have located her younger brother after thinking that he was dead all these years. Yet at the same time, she felt sad because she was really beginning to fall for Sark. But now, things would never be the same because she was now his sister. "Katie wouldn't want to see you like this."
Eventually, his sobs subsided and he regained his composure. He slowly got to his feet and surveyed their surroundings. "We have to get out of here. Irina and her men might still be around," he finally said.
Sydney nodded in agreement and proceeded to grab the guns from some of the fallen guards. Sark took one more sad, longing glance at Katie, knowing that there was no way to take her body with them. He then walked over to where Will was still lying on the ground to check on his condition. "We have to move fast," he said as he looked at Sydney with a worried expression. "He needs medical help."
Sydney took Francie's hand and proceeded towards the exit while Sark carried Will on his back. As they reached the entrance, Sydney tripped on some wires and crashed to the floor and yelled in pain.
"Don't move, Sydney!" Sark hollered. "You'll set off the explosives." He quickly placed Will back on the floor before moving to where Sydney was lying. Slowly and carefully he cut the two of the wires to disable the explosives. Sydney breathed a sigh of relief as she slowly got back to her feet.
"Are you okay?" Sark asked with concerned eyes.
"I'll fine," Sydney answered with a smile before giving Sark a hug. "We better keep moving."
Sark smiled and walked back towards where Will was lying. As Sydney turned to tell Francie to be careful, she was horrified to hear two quick gunshots followed by Sark crashing to the floor in a pool of blood.
~ to be continued ~
