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 18
Out of pure instinct, Sydney dashed over to where Sark was now lying, bleeding immensely. All Sydney could do was sob as she tried to stop the bleeding. It was at this time that she heard another male voice behind her. "Are you alright, Syd?"
Sydney spun around and saw Vaughn staring at her with a concerned look. She also noticed that his hand was holding a gun. The room quickly became filled with CIA agents and medical personnel as they loaded Will, Francie, and Sark onto stretchers while other agents gathered up the numerous dead bodies lying around.
Vaughn placed a comforting hand on Sydney's shoulder as she watched the agents carry Sark away. "You had us worried there, just running off like that," he began. "That being said, we should have gotten here sooner. That way, this bastard wouldn't have been able to hurt you."
"He didn't hurt me," she whispered, her voice distorted by her now softening sobs.
"Either way, I still feel guilty," Vaughn explained. "I know how much you wanted to see him rot in jail."
Sydney spun around and glared at Vaughan, startling him. "Don't ever say that away, Vaughn. You have no idea what you're talking about," she hissed.
For some strange reason, Vaughn was struck by a horrible feeling of jealousy as a result of Sydney's reaction. "You sure became attached to him rather quickly," he mused without even thinking about what he just said.
Attempting to control her anger, Sydney continued to glare at Vaughn. "You shot him! And here you are trying to make it sound like nothing is wrong!"
Now it was Vaughn who was being irritated. "What's wrong, Syd?" he asked, his face a picture of confusion. "Sark is a heartless killer. He deserves to be given the cruelest death possible. If it was up to me, I wouldn't even take him to the hospital. He doesn't deserve it."
"He's my brother, dammit!!" she hollered angrily.
Vaughn was stunned into silence by this revelation. "What?"
"He's the baby brother that I thought was dead all these years," she continued as tears threatened to fall once again."
"How? Why?" Vaughn began to fire off his questions rapidly as he tried to reconcile the new information.
"I don't know," Sydney conceded. "I just know that Irina faked her death and faked Andrew's death as well."
"Damn this is complicated," Vaughn muttered.
"He saved me, Vaughn," she stated simply but firmly. "He's not a monster. He has saved me over and over again."
"He's a wanted man by the CIA," Vaughn responded, trying to be as gentle as possible. "They will charge him with compromising national security and for treason."
"Andrew isn't like that!"
"Just because he's your brother, it doesn't make him an angel, Syd! You know how many people he has killed. You've seen him yourself! What about all those CIA agents who he murdered in cold blood?"
Sydney turned around and walked away from Vaughn, ignoring his pleading calls to her. She didn't want to listen to what he had to say, although Sydney knew that Vaughn was right. The only thing that she wanted to do was to get to the hospital to see if Sark was okay.
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Sydney arrived at the hospital in absolute chaos. CIA agents were all over the complex and inside, doctors and nurses were rushing about in their attempts to deal with their regular patients as well as their two most recent casualties - Will and Sark. After what seemed like eternity, Will's doctors emerged. Sydney immediately went up to the doctor in hopes of getting some much-needed good news.
"Are you the family of Mr. Tippen?" the doctor asked.
"No, I'm not," Sydney answered. "Will doesn't have any family in the country. I'm his close friend."
"I see," the doctors answered. "Well, Mr. Tippen suffered very serious injuries. Fortunately, he was brought here in time. He will need lots of time to fully recover but he should not be in any danger now."
Sydney breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't think she would have been able to deal with the guilt if Will hadn't survived.
Slowly and tentatively, she made her way into Will's room. She was surprised to see that after having his wounds cleaned, he didn't look too bad. She was even more surprised to see that he was awake.
"Hey," he called out softly.
"Hey," Sydney answered back as she choked back tears. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I just hit a brick wall at high speed," he joked. "But I'll live."
"I'm so sorry," Sydney apologized.
"Don't worry about it," he reassured. "Now I know what it's like to be an international spy. It'll give me inspiration to move into the realm of fiction writing."
"You're impossible!" Sydney smiled as she realized that Will was indeed going to be okay.
There was silence in the room for a few moments as each person was lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Will spoke. "About Sark," he began.
"There was some misunderstanding," Sydney continued before Will could continue. "It's complicated."
"I know it's complicated," Will answered with a smile. "Everything with Sydney Bristow is complicated."
Sydney could only chuckle at the truth of that comment.
"What I wanted to say was that Sark isn't as bad as he seems."
Sydney raised her eyebrows in surprise at Will's comment.
"I think he only puts up that front to intimidate other people. He tried to save me."
~ Flashback begins ~
"Mr. Sark? What the hell are you doing here?"
"You are such a hospitable person!" Sark shot back with a cocky smirk.
"Whatever games you're trying to play, you can save it," Will answered back. "Just stay the hell away from me."
"Mr. Tippen, I can assure you that I have no intention of wasting my time playing games with you. I have much better things to do than that," Sark continued. "Of course, you'll make my job a lot easier if you cooperate and come with me."
"What? Is this your refined way of kidnapping someone?" Will was suddenly tackled to the ground. He was about to hit back at his attacker when he was pushed back to the ground, followed by a hail of bullets flying above his head. Trembling in shock, the next few minutes were a total blur. All he remembered was being dragged through a maze of alleys by Sark. Eventually, however, they came to a stop.
"What the hell was that?" Will asked as he panted for air.
"Obviously someone wanted you dead, Mr. Tippen."
Under normal circumstances, Will would want to knock that cocky smirk off of Sark's face with his fist, but right now, he was just grateful that he was still alive.
"Why did you save me?"
"Why do you care?"
"Because I'm confused. If anyone wanted me dead, I would've thought it would be you, Mr. Sark."
The only response to that comment was a soft chuckle. "I don't think Miss Bristow would be too pleased if you ended up dead, Mr. Tippen."
"What does Sydney have to do with this?"
"Everything," Sark answered with a whisper.
~ Flashback ends ~
Sydney remained silent as Will continued to speak. "After a while, we went our separate ways. He wanted to escort me back home but I insisted on going by myself. I still didn't trust him."
"So how did you end up in the warehouse?"
"After Sark left, I tried to make my way home but then I got jumped by someone from behind. Next thing I knew, you were calling my name."
Again, there was silence in the room as neither of them spoke. "He's my brother," Sydney finally said.
"Who is?" Will asked. Suddenly he turned around and stared at Sydney wide- eyed. "Wait, Sark's your brother???"
Sydney nodded sadly. "Yeah, he is," she whispered.
"I thought you said he died when he was very young??"
"That's what I thought too. Turned out it was all a part of my mother's schemes."
"So he's a good guy after all?"
"I don't know. It's all too confusing."
"So where is he now?" At this question, Sydney again tried to choke back her tears. "What's wrong, Sydney?" Will asked again.
"He's in the operating room downstairs," she finally managed to say.
"What happened?"
"He got shot - by Vaughn."
At this time, one of the nurses came into the room. "Excuse me," she asked gently, "are you Miss Sydney Bristow?"
Sydney turned to face the nurse. "That's me."
"You're needed downstairs in the operating area," she replied.
"Is something wrong with my brother?" Sydney asked, her voice pull of panic. Without waiting for an answer, she rushed out of the room and raced downstairs. She quickly found the doctor and ran up to him. "Is my brother alright??"
"Miss Bristow, your brother suffered massive injuries that resulted in a huge loss of blood. Unfortunately, our reserves for his blood type are nearly exhausted. It will be dangerous for us to operate on him without some additional blood reserves."
"You can take my blood. We have identical blood types," she offered quickly, desperate to find ways to save Sark.
"Excellent," the doctor replied. "We'll begin immediately as we have little time to lose. The nurses will take your blood and we'll begin the operation."
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Sydney sat nervously outside the waiting area, hoping to hear the doctors telling her that Sark was alright. Soon after, the doctor reemerged from the operating room.
"Is he alright?" Sydney asked hopefully.
"Miss Bristow, the blood samples that we took from you," he began.
"Do you need more? I can give more!!"
"Actually, Miss Bristow," he continued grimly. "Your blood type doesn't match with the patient."
~ 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 18
Out of pure instinct, Sydney dashed over to where Sark was now lying, bleeding immensely. All Sydney could do was sob as she tried to stop the bleeding. It was at this time that she heard another male voice behind her. "Are you alright, Syd?"
Sydney spun around and saw Vaughn staring at her with a concerned look. She also noticed that his hand was holding a gun. The room quickly became filled with CIA agents and medical personnel as they loaded Will, Francie, and Sark onto stretchers while other agents gathered up the numerous dead bodies lying around.
Vaughn placed a comforting hand on Sydney's shoulder as she watched the agents carry Sark away. "You had us worried there, just running off like that," he began. "That being said, we should have gotten here sooner. That way, this bastard wouldn't have been able to hurt you."
"He didn't hurt me," she whispered, her voice distorted by her now softening sobs.
"Either way, I still feel guilty," Vaughn explained. "I know how much you wanted to see him rot in jail."
Sydney spun around and glared at Vaughan, startling him. "Don't ever say that away, Vaughn. You have no idea what you're talking about," she hissed.
For some strange reason, Vaughn was struck by a horrible feeling of jealousy as a result of Sydney's reaction. "You sure became attached to him rather quickly," he mused without even thinking about what he just said.
Attempting to control her anger, Sydney continued to glare at Vaughn. "You shot him! And here you are trying to make it sound like nothing is wrong!"
Now it was Vaughn who was being irritated. "What's wrong, Syd?" he asked, his face a picture of confusion. "Sark is a heartless killer. He deserves to be given the cruelest death possible. If it was up to me, I wouldn't even take him to the hospital. He doesn't deserve it."
"He's my brother, dammit!!" she hollered angrily.
Vaughn was stunned into silence by this revelation. "What?"
"He's the baby brother that I thought was dead all these years," she continued as tears threatened to fall once again."
"How? Why?" Vaughn began to fire off his questions rapidly as he tried to reconcile the new information.
"I don't know," Sydney conceded. "I just know that Irina faked her death and faked Andrew's death as well."
"Damn this is complicated," Vaughn muttered.
"He saved me, Vaughn," she stated simply but firmly. "He's not a monster. He has saved me over and over again."
"He's a wanted man by the CIA," Vaughn responded, trying to be as gentle as possible. "They will charge him with compromising national security and for treason."
"Andrew isn't like that!"
"Just because he's your brother, it doesn't make him an angel, Syd! You know how many people he has killed. You've seen him yourself! What about all those CIA agents who he murdered in cold blood?"
Sydney turned around and walked away from Vaughn, ignoring his pleading calls to her. She didn't want to listen to what he had to say, although Sydney knew that Vaughn was right. The only thing that she wanted to do was to get to the hospital to see if Sark was okay.
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Sydney arrived at the hospital in absolute chaos. CIA agents were all over the complex and inside, doctors and nurses were rushing about in their attempts to deal with their regular patients as well as their two most recent casualties - Will and Sark. After what seemed like eternity, Will's doctors emerged. Sydney immediately went up to the doctor in hopes of getting some much-needed good news.
"Are you the family of Mr. Tippen?" the doctor asked.
"No, I'm not," Sydney answered. "Will doesn't have any family in the country. I'm his close friend."
"I see," the doctors answered. "Well, Mr. Tippen suffered very serious injuries. Fortunately, he was brought here in time. He will need lots of time to fully recover but he should not be in any danger now."
Sydney breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't think she would have been able to deal with the guilt if Will hadn't survived.
Slowly and tentatively, she made her way into Will's room. She was surprised to see that after having his wounds cleaned, he didn't look too bad. She was even more surprised to see that he was awake.
"Hey," he called out softly.
"Hey," Sydney answered back as she choked back tears. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I just hit a brick wall at high speed," he joked. "But I'll live."
"I'm so sorry," Sydney apologized.
"Don't worry about it," he reassured. "Now I know what it's like to be an international spy. It'll give me inspiration to move into the realm of fiction writing."
"You're impossible!" Sydney smiled as she realized that Will was indeed going to be okay.
There was silence in the room for a few moments as each person was lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Will spoke. "About Sark," he began.
"There was some misunderstanding," Sydney continued before Will could continue. "It's complicated."
"I know it's complicated," Will answered with a smile. "Everything with Sydney Bristow is complicated."
Sydney could only chuckle at the truth of that comment.
"What I wanted to say was that Sark isn't as bad as he seems."
Sydney raised her eyebrows in surprise at Will's comment.
"I think he only puts up that front to intimidate other people. He tried to save me."
~ Flashback begins ~
"Mr. Sark? What the hell are you doing here?"
"You are such a hospitable person!" Sark shot back with a cocky smirk.
"Whatever games you're trying to play, you can save it," Will answered back. "Just stay the hell away from me."
"Mr. Tippen, I can assure you that I have no intention of wasting my time playing games with you. I have much better things to do than that," Sark continued. "Of course, you'll make my job a lot easier if you cooperate and come with me."
"What? Is this your refined way of kidnapping someone?" Will was suddenly tackled to the ground. He was about to hit back at his attacker when he was pushed back to the ground, followed by a hail of bullets flying above his head. Trembling in shock, the next few minutes were a total blur. All he remembered was being dragged through a maze of alleys by Sark. Eventually, however, they came to a stop.
"What the hell was that?" Will asked as he panted for air.
"Obviously someone wanted you dead, Mr. Tippen."
Under normal circumstances, Will would want to knock that cocky smirk off of Sark's face with his fist, but right now, he was just grateful that he was still alive.
"Why did you save me?"
"Why do you care?"
"Because I'm confused. If anyone wanted me dead, I would've thought it would be you, Mr. Sark."
The only response to that comment was a soft chuckle. "I don't think Miss Bristow would be too pleased if you ended up dead, Mr. Tippen."
"What does Sydney have to do with this?"
"Everything," Sark answered with a whisper.
~ Flashback ends ~
Sydney remained silent as Will continued to speak. "After a while, we went our separate ways. He wanted to escort me back home but I insisted on going by myself. I still didn't trust him."
"So how did you end up in the warehouse?"
"After Sark left, I tried to make my way home but then I got jumped by someone from behind. Next thing I knew, you were calling my name."
Again, there was silence in the room as neither of them spoke. "He's my brother," Sydney finally said.
"Who is?" Will asked. Suddenly he turned around and stared at Sydney wide- eyed. "Wait, Sark's your brother???"
Sydney nodded sadly. "Yeah, he is," she whispered.
"I thought you said he died when he was very young??"
"That's what I thought too. Turned out it was all a part of my mother's schemes."
"So he's a good guy after all?"
"I don't know. It's all too confusing."
"So where is he now?" At this question, Sydney again tried to choke back her tears. "What's wrong, Sydney?" Will asked again.
"He's in the operating room downstairs," she finally managed to say.
"What happened?"
"He got shot - by Vaughn."
At this time, one of the nurses came into the room. "Excuse me," she asked gently, "are you Miss Sydney Bristow?"
Sydney turned to face the nurse. "That's me."
"You're needed downstairs in the operating area," she replied.
"Is something wrong with my brother?" Sydney asked, her voice pull of panic. Without waiting for an answer, she rushed out of the room and raced downstairs. She quickly found the doctor and ran up to him. "Is my brother alright??"
"Miss Bristow, your brother suffered massive injuries that resulted in a huge loss of blood. Unfortunately, our reserves for his blood type are nearly exhausted. It will be dangerous for us to operate on him without some additional blood reserves."
"You can take my blood. We have identical blood types," she offered quickly, desperate to find ways to save Sark.
"Excellent," the doctor replied. "We'll begin immediately as we have little time to lose. The nurses will take your blood and we'll begin the operation."
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Sydney sat nervously outside the waiting area, hoping to hear the doctors telling her that Sark was alright. Soon after, the doctor reemerged from the operating room.
"Is he alright?" Sydney asked hopefully.
"Miss Bristow, the blood samples that we took from you," he began.
"Do you need more? I can give more!!"
"Actually, Miss Bristow," he continued grimly. "Your blood type doesn't match with the patient."
~ to be continued ~
