Chapter 15: Former Contacts
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Alias. No, I have no wise crack this time.
A/N: Thanks again for all the great reviews! I love them! I think ya'll will really like this chapter, it reintroduces some characters on the show I've really neglected in this, as well as ends the one we all love to hate…
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Sydney sits on her couch five minutes after arriving home. She's changed into jeans and a tank top. Her hair is pulled back and held in place by a clip.
She knows Vaughn was still there when she left, but he could have left soon after she did.
She is nervous. She is curious to see how things have changed, how they will react to being together alone now that Amanda is no longer in the picture.
She begins to pace her living room.
Finally after ten minutes she hears a short knock.
Sounds like he's as nervous as me, she thinks as she practically lunges for the door.
"Hi," she says breathlessly.
"Hi," Vaughn says nervously.
She studies him closely as she steps back. Something about him is different.
"What's on your mind?" she asks curiously.
"I, uh, I talked to Will today. He found out some stuff about our baby," he says vaguely.
"Like?" Sydney prompts impatiently.
"Just some…details."
"Vaughn, you still want to get her back, don't you?" Sydney asks suddenly.
"Yes! Of course I do! I just don't want to tell you anything and you go running off to get her! I want to do this right, so we don't fix it where we *can't* get her, that's all."
Sydney nods.
"What kind of details?"
He sighs loudly before answering.
"Like, the couple's name. Where they live. Even what they named her."
"We have to go get her!" Sydney cries. "Where is she?"
"Syd, we *can't* just show up on their doorstep! We aren't supposed to be able to get this information without going through the proper channels. If we go to them, not only will we end up in jail and unable to get our daughter, but we could get Will in trouble too!"
"I want my baby!" Sydney cries in a small, helpless voice before she starts to cry. She can't help it.
Vaughn puts his arms around her and just holds her, standing in the middle of her living room.
"Shh," he soothes. "It's okay. We'll get her. But we have to do it right. There's no other way."
"I know," she sobs. "But I need my baby! I *need* her!"
"We'll work it all out," he promises. "Every complication. Every stupid mistake. And we'll get our baby girls back."
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"Damn!" Irina curses under her breathe.
By hacking into Adoption Services, Inc.'s computers system, she finds that the folder containing information on the Gordon couple has already been hacked once. Her state-of-the-art security program is useless.
The CIA has gotten information she didn't want them to *again*!
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"Sydney, dear. I don't believe I was invited to the baby shower."
The voice is almost enough to make her throw her cell at the wall, as much as it would surprise Vaughn.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" she hisses into the phone. She feels Vaughn's eyes on her *now*.
"I didn't discover your…condition…until after you disappeared with your mother," Sloane continues easily, as though they're old friends. "If I had, you'd never have been seen again. I'd have taken care of you *and* the child."
"Leave me alone!" she shrieks. "Go to Hell!"
"Watch yourself, Sydney."
She screams in frustration when she hears a dial tone in her ear.
"What's wrong?" Vaughn asks, putting his hands on her shoulders from behind.
"Sloane!" she screams, spinning around to face him. "He threatened me, and our child!"
"Syd, calm down," he says, advancing toward her slowly. He puts his hands on her shoulders again. "Now, quietly, the whole building doesn't need to know, what did he say?"
Sydney breaks down and begins to cry.
"He said if he'd known I was pregnant he'd have killed me and my baby!" she sobs as he holds her.
"You're okay now, Syd. Calm down. You're safe now," he says softly, holding her close.
"Vaughn, we'll have to stay in Georgia a while to get our baby," Sydney says softly.
They're sitting on the couch, both of them content to be close to each other.
"I know. I was thinking we could go out there next week." He looks at her and smiles.
"Together?" she asks.
"Together. It's not exactly Santa Barbara," he says, "But we won't come back with out her."
"Laura?"
"Laura. We won't come back without Laura."
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"Jack. Finished already?"
Jack Bristow's eyes blaze angrily.
"You promised to tell me what happened to my daughter. I'm not moving until you do. And you better be able to prove it," he growls.
"Sydney's alive and well. I've told you this. Now go finish your job," Sloane orders simply.
"Prove it! She's not really alive! I know that now! You might as well go right ahead and kill me, because I'm not helping you anymore!"
"Jack, you wouldn't want anything to happen to Sydney or her dear child would you?" Sloane threatens.
"What are you talking about you son-of-a-bitch?" Jack screams wildly.
"Sydney had a child while she was…shall we say, away? Michael Vaughn's child, if I'm not mistaken. You wouldn't want her to lose that child."
Minutes later, Jack is walking quickly down a busy city street. He is not sure how he escaped, or even what he did, but he knows Sloane's men will be after him soon.
He spots a police station and ducks inside.
"Please," he says to the young desk clerk. "I can't be seen. I need to use a phone."
He catches a glimpse of him self in a small mirror. His hair is longer, and his eyes are wild.
"Let me see the police chief," he instructs the man when he doesn't respond.
He jumps up and disappears. Moments later, the chief walks out. Jack walks up to him quickly.
"I am a former agent of the CIA," he whispers. "I'm being followed by a terrorist. I need to contact the CIA and stay out of sight until I know what they need me to do."
The younger man studies Jack for a moment.
"In my office," he says quickly. He points out a phone on his desk.
Jack dials and rattles off an agent number when someone answers.
"Let me talk to Kendall," he orders.
"Jack?" Kendall says by way of a greeting.
"Kendall, Sloane's after me. He says Sydney's alive and she has a child!" Jack says.
"Sydney's fine, she's back here. I don't know anything about her child. Where are you?"
"I don't know. Sloane made sure I didn't know. I'm in a police station right now."
"I'll trace it. You stay there, I'll send some agents to get you. If I dial this number, who'll I get?"
Jack looks at the small sign on the desk.
"Chief Jeff Marlowe."
"Okay. Stay there, Jack."
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SO what's up with Jack? I thought ya'll would like to hear about him, I have neglected him horribly until not. I thought it was time to rescue him…
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Alias. No, I have no wise crack this time.
A/N: Thanks again for all the great reviews! I love them! I think ya'll will really like this chapter, it reintroduces some characters on the show I've really neglected in this, as well as ends the one we all love to hate…
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Sydney sits on her couch five minutes after arriving home. She's changed into jeans and a tank top. Her hair is pulled back and held in place by a clip.
She knows Vaughn was still there when she left, but he could have left soon after she did.
She is nervous. She is curious to see how things have changed, how they will react to being together alone now that Amanda is no longer in the picture.
She begins to pace her living room.
Finally after ten minutes she hears a short knock.
Sounds like he's as nervous as me, she thinks as she practically lunges for the door.
"Hi," she says breathlessly.
"Hi," Vaughn says nervously.
She studies him closely as she steps back. Something about him is different.
"What's on your mind?" she asks curiously.
"I, uh, I talked to Will today. He found out some stuff about our baby," he says vaguely.
"Like?" Sydney prompts impatiently.
"Just some…details."
"Vaughn, you still want to get her back, don't you?" Sydney asks suddenly.
"Yes! Of course I do! I just don't want to tell you anything and you go running off to get her! I want to do this right, so we don't fix it where we *can't* get her, that's all."
Sydney nods.
"What kind of details?"
He sighs loudly before answering.
"Like, the couple's name. Where they live. Even what they named her."
"We have to go get her!" Sydney cries. "Where is she?"
"Syd, we *can't* just show up on their doorstep! We aren't supposed to be able to get this information without going through the proper channels. If we go to them, not only will we end up in jail and unable to get our daughter, but we could get Will in trouble too!"
"I want my baby!" Sydney cries in a small, helpless voice before she starts to cry. She can't help it.
Vaughn puts his arms around her and just holds her, standing in the middle of her living room.
"Shh," he soothes. "It's okay. We'll get her. But we have to do it right. There's no other way."
"I know," she sobs. "But I need my baby! I *need* her!"
"We'll work it all out," he promises. "Every complication. Every stupid mistake. And we'll get our baby girls back."
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"Damn!" Irina curses under her breathe.
By hacking into Adoption Services, Inc.'s computers system, she finds that the folder containing information on the Gordon couple has already been hacked once. Her state-of-the-art security program is useless.
The CIA has gotten information she didn't want them to *again*!
******************************************************************************************
"Sydney, dear. I don't believe I was invited to the baby shower."
The voice is almost enough to make her throw her cell at the wall, as much as it would surprise Vaughn.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" she hisses into the phone. She feels Vaughn's eyes on her *now*.
"I didn't discover your…condition…until after you disappeared with your mother," Sloane continues easily, as though they're old friends. "If I had, you'd never have been seen again. I'd have taken care of you *and* the child."
"Leave me alone!" she shrieks. "Go to Hell!"
"Watch yourself, Sydney."
She screams in frustration when she hears a dial tone in her ear.
"What's wrong?" Vaughn asks, putting his hands on her shoulders from behind.
"Sloane!" she screams, spinning around to face him. "He threatened me, and our child!"
"Syd, calm down," he says, advancing toward her slowly. He puts his hands on her shoulders again. "Now, quietly, the whole building doesn't need to know, what did he say?"
Sydney breaks down and begins to cry.
"He said if he'd known I was pregnant he'd have killed me and my baby!" she sobs as he holds her.
"You're okay now, Syd. Calm down. You're safe now," he says softly, holding her close.
"Vaughn, we'll have to stay in Georgia a while to get our baby," Sydney says softly.
They're sitting on the couch, both of them content to be close to each other.
"I know. I was thinking we could go out there next week." He looks at her and smiles.
"Together?" she asks.
"Together. It's not exactly Santa Barbara," he says, "But we won't come back with out her."
"Laura?"
"Laura. We won't come back without Laura."
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"Jack. Finished already?"
Jack Bristow's eyes blaze angrily.
"You promised to tell me what happened to my daughter. I'm not moving until you do. And you better be able to prove it," he growls.
"Sydney's alive and well. I've told you this. Now go finish your job," Sloane orders simply.
"Prove it! She's not really alive! I know that now! You might as well go right ahead and kill me, because I'm not helping you anymore!"
"Jack, you wouldn't want anything to happen to Sydney or her dear child would you?" Sloane threatens.
"What are you talking about you son-of-a-bitch?" Jack screams wildly.
"Sydney had a child while she was…shall we say, away? Michael Vaughn's child, if I'm not mistaken. You wouldn't want her to lose that child."
Minutes later, Jack is walking quickly down a busy city street. He is not sure how he escaped, or even what he did, but he knows Sloane's men will be after him soon.
He spots a police station and ducks inside.
"Please," he says to the young desk clerk. "I can't be seen. I need to use a phone."
He catches a glimpse of him self in a small mirror. His hair is longer, and his eyes are wild.
"Let me see the police chief," he instructs the man when he doesn't respond.
He jumps up and disappears. Moments later, the chief walks out. Jack walks up to him quickly.
"I am a former agent of the CIA," he whispers. "I'm being followed by a terrorist. I need to contact the CIA and stay out of sight until I know what they need me to do."
The younger man studies Jack for a moment.
"In my office," he says quickly. He points out a phone on his desk.
Jack dials and rattles off an agent number when someone answers.
"Let me talk to Kendall," he orders.
"Jack?" Kendall says by way of a greeting.
"Kendall, Sloane's after me. He says Sydney's alive and she has a child!" Jack says.
"Sydney's fine, she's back here. I don't know anything about her child. Where are you?"
"I don't know. Sloane made sure I didn't know. I'm in a police station right now."
"I'll trace it. You stay there, I'll send some agents to get you. If I dial this number, who'll I get?"
Jack looks at the small sign on the desk.
"Chief Jeff Marlowe."
"Okay. Stay there, Jack."
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SO what's up with Jack? I thought ya'll would like to hear about him, I have neglected him horribly until not. I thought it was time to rescue him…
