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 20
Sydney stood where she was as the men led Sark away. Because of his condition, they wheeled him out in a wheelchair. Sydney's mind was so confused, she couldn't do anything to react. By the time she came to her senses, the men and Sark were already gone.
The only thing that Sydney could think of doing was to call Vaughn. As she drove to the warehouse, her mind was still a blur. So much of the information didn't piece together. She had trouble deciding what to believe and what to treat as lies.
Vaughn was already waiting for her when Sydney arrived. A look of concern crossed Vaughn's face he saw Sydney walk towards him.
"Hey," he greeted softly.
Sydney didn't answer him. Instead, she just sat down in the chair and buried her face in her hands.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, not wanting to upset Sydney even more.
"The doctors said that his blood type didn't match mine," she muttered.
"I know."
Sydney lifted her head and looked Vaughn in the eye. "How?"
"We did some tests while Sark was in operation," he answered. "He's not your brother."
"I sort of figured that out," Sydney replied half-heartedly. "I just don't understand why."
"Because he wanted to take advantage of you," Vaughn answered. "Sark's a master manipulator. He would never hesitate to hurt anyone to advance his own goals."
"What if he's not lying?"
"Come on, Syd," Vaughn reasoned. "You and I both know what kind of a person Sark is. He's a psychopathic murderer, for god sakes."
"He's not like that," she whispered.
"What?" Vaughn asked, not able to catch what Sydney had just said.
"Sark's not a psychopathic murderer."
"You're kidding, right?"
"He saved me," she continued. "Many times."
"Only to advance his own agenda," he added.
"You don't know that."
"Why are you even defending the bastard?"
"Why won't you give him the benefit of the doubt?" Sydney countered as she met Vaughn's eyes defiantly.
Vaughn sighed, knowing that it was probably pointless to continue arguing. What he couldn't understand was why Sydney had such a hard time believing that Sark was only getting what he deserved.
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The next few days passed by slowly for Sydney. Although she tried numerous times to get information on Sark, she was unable to obtain anything meaningful. It because obvious to her that the CIA was deliberately keeping information from her. They wouldn't tell her where Sark was or what they were planning to do with him. As the days passed, her frustration began to grow and this was obvious in her increasingly hostile attitude towards the CIA.
"I need to see him," Sydney said as she stared at Vaughn.
"I can't do that. I don't even know where he is," Vaughn answered, hoping foolishly that this would satisfy Sydney.
"Well, find out where he is," she demanded, refusing to back down.
Vaughn sighed before replying. "I'm sorry, Sydney. There's nothing I can do."
No expression on her face, Sydney just turned and walked away, not even bothering to acknowledge Vaughn.
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She got home to find Will in the living room watching television. He was still nursing his injuries but was recovering quite well. "Hey, Syd," he greeted as Sydney entered the house.
"Hey," she answered tiredly.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Come on, Syd," Will pleaded. "You know you can't fool me." When Sydney didn't answer, Will decided to try another approach. "Something to do with Sark?"
"Why would you say that?"
"Because of that look on your face."
"What look?"
"The look that tells everyone you are worried sick for someone you care about," Will continued. "And somehow I don't think that someone is me."
A look of guilt was evident on Sydney's face. Sitting down next to Will, she began to fidget with her hands. "You know I do care about you, Will."
Will chuckled at the response. "Of course I know, Syd," he said reassuringly. "I was just teasing you." Then, looking serious again, he looked at Sydney in the eyes. "Don't worry about Sark, he can take care of himself. If there is one person who can take care of himself brilliantly in the worst of circumstances, it'll be Sark."
Sydney sighed and smiled slightly. "I guess you're right."
"You guess?" Will answered with mock indignance. "You mean you know I'm right."
Sydney answered with a laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing. Just find it strange to hear Will Tippen defending the infamous Mr. Sark."
Will shook his head and smiled. "Never thought I would say such a thing either. But like I said before, he's not as bad as people make him out to be."
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Several days had passed and still no news of Sark. Vaughn had tried to call Sydney a number of times but she refused to talk to him. Gradually, she became resigned to believe that Sark was taken away to some secret CIA location to be tortured and interrogated. Even though it was against official policy to torture, Sydney knew all too well what the CIA was really like. She shuddered at the thought.
Will was out with Francie tonight so Sydney was on her own when it came to making dinner. After dropping by the grocery store to pick up some pasta, she made her way home. Without bothering to turn on the light, she walked into the kitchen to drop off her bags before making her way back to her room. As she navigated through the hallway, she had an eerie feeling that she was being watched. She shook her fears away and told herself that she was freaking out for no reason. She succeeded, until she heard a voice in the dark.
"Good evening, Miss Bristow."
~ 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 20
Sydney stood where she was as the men led Sark away. Because of his condition, they wheeled him out in a wheelchair. Sydney's mind was so confused, she couldn't do anything to react. By the time she came to her senses, the men and Sark were already gone.
The only thing that Sydney could think of doing was to call Vaughn. As she drove to the warehouse, her mind was still a blur. So much of the information didn't piece together. She had trouble deciding what to believe and what to treat as lies.
Vaughn was already waiting for her when Sydney arrived. A look of concern crossed Vaughn's face he saw Sydney walk towards him.
"Hey," he greeted softly.
Sydney didn't answer him. Instead, she just sat down in the chair and buried her face in her hands.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, not wanting to upset Sydney even more.
"The doctors said that his blood type didn't match mine," she muttered.
"I know."
Sydney lifted her head and looked Vaughn in the eye. "How?"
"We did some tests while Sark was in operation," he answered. "He's not your brother."
"I sort of figured that out," Sydney replied half-heartedly. "I just don't understand why."
"Because he wanted to take advantage of you," Vaughn answered. "Sark's a master manipulator. He would never hesitate to hurt anyone to advance his own goals."
"What if he's not lying?"
"Come on, Syd," Vaughn reasoned. "You and I both know what kind of a person Sark is. He's a psychopathic murderer, for god sakes."
"He's not like that," she whispered.
"What?" Vaughn asked, not able to catch what Sydney had just said.
"Sark's not a psychopathic murderer."
"You're kidding, right?"
"He saved me," she continued. "Many times."
"Only to advance his own agenda," he added.
"You don't know that."
"Why are you even defending the bastard?"
"Why won't you give him the benefit of the doubt?" Sydney countered as she met Vaughn's eyes defiantly.
Vaughn sighed, knowing that it was probably pointless to continue arguing. What he couldn't understand was why Sydney had such a hard time believing that Sark was only getting what he deserved.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The next few days passed by slowly for Sydney. Although she tried numerous times to get information on Sark, she was unable to obtain anything meaningful. It because obvious to her that the CIA was deliberately keeping information from her. They wouldn't tell her where Sark was or what they were planning to do with him. As the days passed, her frustration began to grow and this was obvious in her increasingly hostile attitude towards the CIA.
"I need to see him," Sydney said as she stared at Vaughn.
"I can't do that. I don't even know where he is," Vaughn answered, hoping foolishly that this would satisfy Sydney.
"Well, find out where he is," she demanded, refusing to back down.
Vaughn sighed before replying. "I'm sorry, Sydney. There's nothing I can do."
No expression on her face, Sydney just turned and walked away, not even bothering to acknowledge Vaughn.
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She got home to find Will in the living room watching television. He was still nursing his injuries but was recovering quite well. "Hey, Syd," he greeted as Sydney entered the house.
"Hey," she answered tiredly.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Come on, Syd," Will pleaded. "You know you can't fool me." When Sydney didn't answer, Will decided to try another approach. "Something to do with Sark?"
"Why would you say that?"
"Because of that look on your face."
"What look?"
"The look that tells everyone you are worried sick for someone you care about," Will continued. "And somehow I don't think that someone is me."
A look of guilt was evident on Sydney's face. Sitting down next to Will, she began to fidget with her hands. "You know I do care about you, Will."
Will chuckled at the response. "Of course I know, Syd," he said reassuringly. "I was just teasing you." Then, looking serious again, he looked at Sydney in the eyes. "Don't worry about Sark, he can take care of himself. If there is one person who can take care of himself brilliantly in the worst of circumstances, it'll be Sark."
Sydney sighed and smiled slightly. "I guess you're right."
"You guess?" Will answered with mock indignance. "You mean you know I'm right."
Sydney answered with a laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing. Just find it strange to hear Will Tippen defending the infamous Mr. Sark."
Will shook his head and smiled. "Never thought I would say such a thing either. But like I said before, he's not as bad as people make him out to be."
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Several days had passed and still no news of Sark. Vaughn had tried to call Sydney a number of times but she refused to talk to him. Gradually, she became resigned to believe that Sark was taken away to some secret CIA location to be tortured and interrogated. Even though it was against official policy to torture, Sydney knew all too well what the CIA was really like. She shuddered at the thought.
Will was out with Francie tonight so Sydney was on her own when it came to making dinner. After dropping by the grocery store to pick up some pasta, she made her way home. Without bothering to turn on the light, she walked into the kitchen to drop off her bags before making her way back to her room. As she navigated through the hallway, she had an eerie feeling that she was being watched. She shook her fears away and told herself that she was freaking out for no reason. She succeeded, until she heard a voice in the dark.
"Good evening, Miss Bristow."
~ to be continued ~
