Sydney Dearest
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Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not have the pleasure holding the ownership of the characters and ideas of Alias. I don't even own Carlos; I got him from the movie I SPY.
Author's Note: I know it's been a long time and I'm sorry. Well, this chapter was really hard for me to write, because I wasn't really sure how Jack should act, hope you like it..
Oh yes, the last time I updated, some of you said (well actually one person, but it was still a very important comment. thanks!) anyways someone said that some of the characters were out of character. I guess your right, but I kind of did it on purpose. Irina, she has to act different, she actually has your daughter. I'm probably going to make her cold and mean later, since she thinks Sydney's dead. Sark is all nice and soft because he's trying to seduce Sydney. In real life he's just as mean as he is on the show. You'll see later. Vaughn, Weiss, and the others are mainly the same. So tell me what you think, I'd really really appreciate it.
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A Father's Visit
"Agent Vaughn, may I have a word with you?" Vaughn turned around to see Jack Bristow's tall frame and cold expression.
"Of course, y-y-yes sir," stuttered Vaughn. He briefly turned around to find Eric, but found no one. 'What a great friend he is.'
"If we could talk in my office, I think that would be the best," Jack said walking to his office. Vaughn quickly followed praying for a good outcome. 'Please, please, not Langley. Damn Carlos, I knew he would do this to me!'
"Please Agent Vaughn, sit down." Jack offered Vaughn and chair and took his own. "Now, I've read all of the reports you've written for Agent Ramirez, I must say, even though the missions weren't successful, I could see that you are very careful. Especially when it comes to your agents."
'This is different? Was he using a new approach, or does he always compliment you just before telling you that you've been transferred? Come one Vaughn you should be listening, he's giving you praise.'
Although Vaughn heard the compliments they didn't have the same affect. Jack's voice was cold and harsh. Vaughn assumed that he probably didn't even have to try to be this cold. It came naturally. He didn't keep eye contact with Vaughn staring mostly at a file set in his lap. Vaughn looked straight ahead wondering what made a man stone cold like that.
"...lets just say I've heard many good things about you." Finally when he could truly compute the words Vaughn asked in surprise. "What? You have?"
"Yes, that's probably why Kendall pointed you in charge of Sydney's surveillance. You don't mind if I call her Sydney?" Vaughn shook his head. "Good, during the time of Sydney's extraction I was busy with another mission, I've just come back, and I wanted to make sure that you've taken every precaution."
"Sir, of course." Vaughn assured.
"We don't know what her plan is Agent Vaughn. Irina Derevko is a very smart woman, and I have no doubt that Sydney has turned out to be a reflection of her mother. Even if Sydney was half as cunning, clever, and seductive as her mother the CIA is in deep trouble." Vaughn gulped. "I want to make sure my daughter is let out as little as possible. Any food, books, or even clothes should be thoroughly inspected before she gets it."
"Yes sir, we are doing that now. We have two guards watching her throughout the day, and at least half a dozen cameras on her."
"Do you let her out?"
"Yes, two times a day, fifteen minutes each time. We take her to the roof where a dozen armed guards watch her."
"Very good, may I see her file?" Vaughn handed it over to the older man. He opened it, skimming it quickly.
"Very good Agent Vaughn, very efficient." Jack mumbled flipping through the pages. Vaughn just nodded exhaling softly. 'How could this man be so intimidating? Well Vaughn, he is known for the most transfer requests in CIA history, he never has any emotion, except when you see him yelling at agents, and he never smiles. Is that enough reason for you great fear? Of course it is Vaughn! It's okay, he's complimenting you, it's bound to be a sign. Okay, Vaughn, you should be listening, shut up!'
"Agent Vaughn, Agent Vaughn.."
"Oh, um yes?" Vaughn looked up to find a not so patient man glaring at him.
"If you would be so kind is to give me your attention for several more minutes, I would appreciate it."
"Oh.. um...I'm so sorry sir, I just-" Vaughn stuttered.
"Don't explain, just listen," said Jack impatiently.
"Yes sir."
"In the report, it says she tried to escape. Tell me about that."
"Yes, she was being questioned. By Agent Watson, as I recall. Apparently she thought it was the right time to escape. He quickly took down the two guards including Agent Watson. He jumped through the two-sided mirror where I was watching. I held her at gunpoint and she held me. I then kept her occupied for several moments until other agents came to take her. In the end she came willingly."
"How did you get her to that?"
"I told her that there was no way out. Inevitably she would get caught, either inside the building or out. The consequence was a much smaller cell in the middle of a remote island on the Pacific. After that, she gave in and she let me talk to her."
"You do know that she's gotten out of worst?"
"Oh yes, I know. But she didn't know that, she thought that we had hundreds of agents."
"Smart thinking Agent Vaughn. I'm now assured that you will do anything in your power to secure my daughter. However, there's another matter I want to talk to you about," Jack said closing Sydney's folder. 'Oh jeez, I can't get transferred now can I? He likes me, he thinks I'm good for the job, I'm safe!!'
"I don't want my daughter hurt either," Jack said quietly. He turned his head down studying for his shoes for a moment before continuing, "I don't know what to expect. I don't know whether to start anew, to trust her, or scorn forever for something she never intended to do. Although I know I don't show much emotion to people around this office, or to people in general, I've always been unable to control my emotions when it comes to my daughter. I need you to take care of her; I need you to make sure that she doesn't get hurt. I don't care whether the danger comes from her mother, the Alliance, Sark, or even the CIA."
"I understand sir." Never did Vaughn think that the absence of his daughter would affect Jack Bristow in such a manner. Now that he thought of it however, it was probably the cause of his constant cold lifeless expression. First his wife left him, and then his only daughter was taken away. Almost twenty years of loneliness could do that to a guy.
"I'm going to see her later. I have a debriefing in fifteen minutes. I'll talk to you if I think of anything else."
"Yes sir." Vaughn turned to leave. 'Well, I survived that."
"Oh Agent Vaughn," said Jack. Vaughn turned around to see Jack sitting at his desk. "Don't get used to the compliments. If I see you mess up, I'll take you off the case immediately." Without a further word he turned back to his work. 'Great.' Vaughn thought loosening his tie. He went back to his desk and fell into his chair.
"You did good man, I think I would have broken down after he said Agent Vaughn the first time." Weiss sat on his friend's desk cheerfully eating a donut.
"Yeah, well I received a lot of support from you," Vaughn said sarcastically. "You were out of here faster than bolt of lightning." Vaughn looked through a couple of manila folders and typed something into his computer.
"He wasn't looking for me!"
"Anyways, shouldn't you be doing you work instead of free loading off of the senior agents' donuts?"
Weiss stopped, looked at his donut and at the coffee table across the room. There he saw Kendall and several other men picking form the table. "Are you serious? Senior agents only? Shit!" He quickly stuffed the whole thing in his mouth and tried eating it as unsuspicious as he could. Vaughn couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm just kidding! You should have seen your face," Vaughn managed through his laughter. Weiss gave him a small punch.
"You're not funny." Weiss muffled. He paused for a second, swallowing the rest of the donut before continuing, "I could have choked, where would you be now if I choked and died. You'd be attacked by mobs the next day. Picture the headlines: LOSER CIA AGENT KILLS NATION'S GREATEST SUPER SPY."
"That would be a great headline, but where would your headline be?" That caused another push, but this time it was more of a shove. Vaughn almost fell over laughing.
"I'm going to do my work, I would too if I were you," Weiss said walking away. Vaughn soon clamed himself and went back to work. He came upon Sydney's folder and thought what her father would be talking to her about.
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Jack turned the corner flashing his identification card. There was a loud ring and slowly the metal gates rose. The debriefing had been slow, boring and ever long. It was exceptionally late, but he thought that he should see her as soon as possible. He walked through finding his daughter sitting on her bed with a book in her hands. Once she heard his foot steps look from her book. For a few moments they stared at each other in silence.
"I've always wondered, if I'd be able to recognize you after all this time. Almost twenty years and almost nothing's changed. You hair, it's gray now, but other than that, nothing. Still the same cold expression, empty yet full of hatred. I'm not sure where'd I be if mom didn't come back." Sydney's words were cold and sharp, wounding him deeply. The disappearance of his wife had taken him into hell. And in his hell he ignored his daughter. For two years she had full-time nannies while he was away in foreign countries fighting for his own country. He didn't blame her for hating him so, but there was nothing he could do. Every time he saw her she reminded him of the woman that stole his heart and ran away with it.
"Sydney, I know I didn't give the most attention after your mother left. You don't know how much I regret it, but I had a job."
"Bull shit!" Sydney closed her book and walked up to her father glaring into his eyes. "You couldn't stand me! I was just an obligation for you, just like protocol, something you had to do, even if you didn't enjoy it. You don't know glad I was when mom came back for me. I'm sure you were very happy too. Every time you saw me you saw your weakness. I could see it in your eyes. You couldn't stand that I was HER daughter. You-"
"You are also my daughter!!!" Jack's voice thundered above Sydney's "I can't believe you turned out to be so stubborn! Just like your mother and I, so blinded by your own views, you don't give anyone else a chance to say anything!"
"After what you did to me, you shouldn't be allowed. I was six years old DAD! I didn't even reach the second grade before you turned me into a spy."
"Project Christmas was a way for you to protect yourself. Just in case anything happened to your mother and I, I wanted you to be able to survive. I was only thinking of you!"
"Then when were you going to tell me? Did I really have to find out from mom? Couldn't you have told me? Or did protocol say that you couldn't tell your own daughter. You probably forgot me after mom took me."
"I searched for you for three whole years before I even stopped. Sydney, I was a wreck. I know, I can't excuse the way I treated you, but I had just lost my wife. Your mother was my life, aside from you. There are so many things I want to say.." He signs tiredly and covers his face with his hand. "But there will be time for that later. Sydney, I've come to warn you. If you try anything, ANYTHING that even looks remotely suspicious, I'll have you moved. Although you're my daughter I will not let my guard down. I understand that being in atmosphere for two decades your judgment can be- clouded."
"What are you saying?" Sydney asked wonderingly. Here was man, who just a second ago seemed like a sentimental, loving father, now turned into an cold, monotone CIA agent. Similar to what he was like just after her mother left. She wouldn't believe him. She wouldn't fall into his lies again.
"I'm giving you a chance to change, to forget Rambaldi, for get you mother's organization and live a normal life free of conspiracy, violence, and lies." He wanted so much to believe that she was good. Not capable hurting a human sole, but he knew that there was nothing further from the truth. She could hurt, and she could be hurt. It was his entire fault, hopefully her capture would mean that he would finally be about to right his wrong.
"I don't believe you. I'm never going to get out of here, when they've done with I'm going to sit and rot in a ten by eight cell. Mom's doing to get me out, I know it. If she doesn't, Sark will. You're not so powerful as you think, being such a big CIA agent. All you do is follow protocol, well you know what screw protocol." Sydney folded her arms and turn away from her father.
"If you cooperate, you could be out of this cell in less than a year."
"Where would I go? To a small cell?"
"No, to a house, perhaps in LA. You could go to college, or take a job. There would be surveillance at first, but if you're good, the CIA will forget about you. You could start over, normal, no strings attached. I want you to think about it, and I also want you to know that I'm here if you ever need to talk."
"How do I know you're telling the truth?"
"I guess we'll just have to learn to trust each other." All of a sudden a loud ring came and slowly the metal gate rose once again. Jack left without another word. Sydney sat stared distantly for a few moments lost in thought. She then absently picked up her book and sat on her bed. She stared reading then stopped. She dropped her book and ran over to the glass.
"Hey, hey!" she called. The guard lifted the gate and walked over to her.
"What do you want Miss Bristow?" the guard asked obviously irritated.
"I want to talk Agent Vaughn, it's urgent."
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Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not have the pleasure holding the ownership of the characters and ideas of Alias. I don't even own Carlos; I got him from the movie I SPY.
Author's Note: I know it's been a long time and I'm sorry. Well, this chapter was really hard for me to write, because I wasn't really sure how Jack should act, hope you like it..
Oh yes, the last time I updated, some of you said (well actually one person, but it was still a very important comment. thanks!) anyways someone said that some of the characters were out of character. I guess your right, but I kind of did it on purpose. Irina, she has to act different, she actually has your daughter. I'm probably going to make her cold and mean later, since she thinks Sydney's dead. Sark is all nice and soft because he's trying to seduce Sydney. In real life he's just as mean as he is on the show. You'll see later. Vaughn, Weiss, and the others are mainly the same. So tell me what you think, I'd really really appreciate it.
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A Father's Visit
"Agent Vaughn, may I have a word with you?" Vaughn turned around to see Jack Bristow's tall frame and cold expression.
"Of course, y-y-yes sir," stuttered Vaughn. He briefly turned around to find Eric, but found no one. 'What a great friend he is.'
"If we could talk in my office, I think that would be the best," Jack said walking to his office. Vaughn quickly followed praying for a good outcome. 'Please, please, not Langley. Damn Carlos, I knew he would do this to me!'
"Please Agent Vaughn, sit down." Jack offered Vaughn and chair and took his own. "Now, I've read all of the reports you've written for Agent Ramirez, I must say, even though the missions weren't successful, I could see that you are very careful. Especially when it comes to your agents."
'This is different? Was he using a new approach, or does he always compliment you just before telling you that you've been transferred? Come one Vaughn you should be listening, he's giving you praise.'
Although Vaughn heard the compliments they didn't have the same affect. Jack's voice was cold and harsh. Vaughn assumed that he probably didn't even have to try to be this cold. It came naturally. He didn't keep eye contact with Vaughn staring mostly at a file set in his lap. Vaughn looked straight ahead wondering what made a man stone cold like that.
"...lets just say I've heard many good things about you." Finally when he could truly compute the words Vaughn asked in surprise. "What? You have?"
"Yes, that's probably why Kendall pointed you in charge of Sydney's surveillance. You don't mind if I call her Sydney?" Vaughn shook his head. "Good, during the time of Sydney's extraction I was busy with another mission, I've just come back, and I wanted to make sure that you've taken every precaution."
"Sir, of course." Vaughn assured.
"We don't know what her plan is Agent Vaughn. Irina Derevko is a very smart woman, and I have no doubt that Sydney has turned out to be a reflection of her mother. Even if Sydney was half as cunning, clever, and seductive as her mother the CIA is in deep trouble." Vaughn gulped. "I want to make sure my daughter is let out as little as possible. Any food, books, or even clothes should be thoroughly inspected before she gets it."
"Yes sir, we are doing that now. We have two guards watching her throughout the day, and at least half a dozen cameras on her."
"Do you let her out?"
"Yes, two times a day, fifteen minutes each time. We take her to the roof where a dozen armed guards watch her."
"Very good, may I see her file?" Vaughn handed it over to the older man. He opened it, skimming it quickly.
"Very good Agent Vaughn, very efficient." Jack mumbled flipping through the pages. Vaughn just nodded exhaling softly. 'How could this man be so intimidating? Well Vaughn, he is known for the most transfer requests in CIA history, he never has any emotion, except when you see him yelling at agents, and he never smiles. Is that enough reason for you great fear? Of course it is Vaughn! It's okay, he's complimenting you, it's bound to be a sign. Okay, Vaughn, you should be listening, shut up!'
"Agent Vaughn, Agent Vaughn.."
"Oh, um yes?" Vaughn looked up to find a not so patient man glaring at him.
"If you would be so kind is to give me your attention for several more minutes, I would appreciate it."
"Oh.. um...I'm so sorry sir, I just-" Vaughn stuttered.
"Don't explain, just listen," said Jack impatiently.
"Yes sir."
"In the report, it says she tried to escape. Tell me about that."
"Yes, she was being questioned. By Agent Watson, as I recall. Apparently she thought it was the right time to escape. He quickly took down the two guards including Agent Watson. He jumped through the two-sided mirror where I was watching. I held her at gunpoint and she held me. I then kept her occupied for several moments until other agents came to take her. In the end she came willingly."
"How did you get her to that?"
"I told her that there was no way out. Inevitably she would get caught, either inside the building or out. The consequence was a much smaller cell in the middle of a remote island on the Pacific. After that, she gave in and she let me talk to her."
"You do know that she's gotten out of worst?"
"Oh yes, I know. But she didn't know that, she thought that we had hundreds of agents."
"Smart thinking Agent Vaughn. I'm now assured that you will do anything in your power to secure my daughter. However, there's another matter I want to talk to you about," Jack said closing Sydney's folder. 'Oh jeez, I can't get transferred now can I? He likes me, he thinks I'm good for the job, I'm safe!!'
"I don't want my daughter hurt either," Jack said quietly. He turned his head down studying for his shoes for a moment before continuing, "I don't know what to expect. I don't know whether to start anew, to trust her, or scorn forever for something she never intended to do. Although I know I don't show much emotion to people around this office, or to people in general, I've always been unable to control my emotions when it comes to my daughter. I need you to take care of her; I need you to make sure that she doesn't get hurt. I don't care whether the danger comes from her mother, the Alliance, Sark, or even the CIA."
"I understand sir." Never did Vaughn think that the absence of his daughter would affect Jack Bristow in such a manner. Now that he thought of it however, it was probably the cause of his constant cold lifeless expression. First his wife left him, and then his only daughter was taken away. Almost twenty years of loneliness could do that to a guy.
"I'm going to see her later. I have a debriefing in fifteen minutes. I'll talk to you if I think of anything else."
"Yes sir." Vaughn turned to leave. 'Well, I survived that."
"Oh Agent Vaughn," said Jack. Vaughn turned around to see Jack sitting at his desk. "Don't get used to the compliments. If I see you mess up, I'll take you off the case immediately." Without a further word he turned back to his work. 'Great.' Vaughn thought loosening his tie. He went back to his desk and fell into his chair.
"You did good man, I think I would have broken down after he said Agent Vaughn the first time." Weiss sat on his friend's desk cheerfully eating a donut.
"Yeah, well I received a lot of support from you," Vaughn said sarcastically. "You were out of here faster than bolt of lightning." Vaughn looked through a couple of manila folders and typed something into his computer.
"He wasn't looking for me!"
"Anyways, shouldn't you be doing you work instead of free loading off of the senior agents' donuts?"
Weiss stopped, looked at his donut and at the coffee table across the room. There he saw Kendall and several other men picking form the table. "Are you serious? Senior agents only? Shit!" He quickly stuffed the whole thing in his mouth and tried eating it as unsuspicious as he could. Vaughn couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm just kidding! You should have seen your face," Vaughn managed through his laughter. Weiss gave him a small punch.
"You're not funny." Weiss muffled. He paused for a second, swallowing the rest of the donut before continuing, "I could have choked, where would you be now if I choked and died. You'd be attacked by mobs the next day. Picture the headlines: LOSER CIA AGENT KILLS NATION'S GREATEST SUPER SPY."
"That would be a great headline, but where would your headline be?" That caused another push, but this time it was more of a shove. Vaughn almost fell over laughing.
"I'm going to do my work, I would too if I were you," Weiss said walking away. Vaughn soon clamed himself and went back to work. He came upon Sydney's folder and thought what her father would be talking to her about.
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Jack turned the corner flashing his identification card. There was a loud ring and slowly the metal gates rose. The debriefing had been slow, boring and ever long. It was exceptionally late, but he thought that he should see her as soon as possible. He walked through finding his daughter sitting on her bed with a book in her hands. Once she heard his foot steps look from her book. For a few moments they stared at each other in silence.
"I've always wondered, if I'd be able to recognize you after all this time. Almost twenty years and almost nothing's changed. You hair, it's gray now, but other than that, nothing. Still the same cold expression, empty yet full of hatred. I'm not sure where'd I be if mom didn't come back." Sydney's words were cold and sharp, wounding him deeply. The disappearance of his wife had taken him into hell. And in his hell he ignored his daughter. For two years she had full-time nannies while he was away in foreign countries fighting for his own country. He didn't blame her for hating him so, but there was nothing he could do. Every time he saw her she reminded him of the woman that stole his heart and ran away with it.
"Sydney, I know I didn't give the most attention after your mother left. You don't know how much I regret it, but I had a job."
"Bull shit!" Sydney closed her book and walked up to her father glaring into his eyes. "You couldn't stand me! I was just an obligation for you, just like protocol, something you had to do, even if you didn't enjoy it. You don't know glad I was when mom came back for me. I'm sure you were very happy too. Every time you saw me you saw your weakness. I could see it in your eyes. You couldn't stand that I was HER daughter. You-"
"You are also my daughter!!!" Jack's voice thundered above Sydney's "I can't believe you turned out to be so stubborn! Just like your mother and I, so blinded by your own views, you don't give anyone else a chance to say anything!"
"After what you did to me, you shouldn't be allowed. I was six years old DAD! I didn't even reach the second grade before you turned me into a spy."
"Project Christmas was a way for you to protect yourself. Just in case anything happened to your mother and I, I wanted you to be able to survive. I was only thinking of you!"
"Then when were you going to tell me? Did I really have to find out from mom? Couldn't you have told me? Or did protocol say that you couldn't tell your own daughter. You probably forgot me after mom took me."
"I searched for you for three whole years before I even stopped. Sydney, I was a wreck. I know, I can't excuse the way I treated you, but I had just lost my wife. Your mother was my life, aside from you. There are so many things I want to say.." He signs tiredly and covers his face with his hand. "But there will be time for that later. Sydney, I've come to warn you. If you try anything, ANYTHING that even looks remotely suspicious, I'll have you moved. Although you're my daughter I will not let my guard down. I understand that being in atmosphere for two decades your judgment can be- clouded."
"What are you saying?" Sydney asked wonderingly. Here was man, who just a second ago seemed like a sentimental, loving father, now turned into an cold, monotone CIA agent. Similar to what he was like just after her mother left. She wouldn't believe him. She wouldn't fall into his lies again.
"I'm giving you a chance to change, to forget Rambaldi, for get you mother's organization and live a normal life free of conspiracy, violence, and lies." He wanted so much to believe that she was good. Not capable hurting a human sole, but he knew that there was nothing further from the truth. She could hurt, and she could be hurt. It was his entire fault, hopefully her capture would mean that he would finally be about to right his wrong.
"I don't believe you. I'm never going to get out of here, when they've done with I'm going to sit and rot in a ten by eight cell. Mom's doing to get me out, I know it. If she doesn't, Sark will. You're not so powerful as you think, being such a big CIA agent. All you do is follow protocol, well you know what screw protocol." Sydney folded her arms and turn away from her father.
"If you cooperate, you could be out of this cell in less than a year."
"Where would I go? To a small cell?"
"No, to a house, perhaps in LA. You could go to college, or take a job. There would be surveillance at first, but if you're good, the CIA will forget about you. You could start over, normal, no strings attached. I want you to think about it, and I also want you to know that I'm here if you ever need to talk."
"How do I know you're telling the truth?"
"I guess we'll just have to learn to trust each other." All of a sudden a loud ring came and slowly the metal gate rose once again. Jack left without another word. Sydney sat stared distantly for a few moments lost in thought. She then absently picked up her book and sat on her bed. She stared reading then stopped. She dropped her book and ran over to the glass.
"Hey, hey!" she called. The guard lifted the gate and walked over to her.
"What do you want Miss Bristow?" the guard asked obviously irritated.
"I want to talk Agent Vaughn, it's urgent."