Author: Vona

Title: Unexplained

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: After Island of the Haunted for The Pretender and right before the end of The Telling for Alias. So, in other words, Sydney hasn't waken up in Hong Kong, but after she killed Francie.

Summary: It's a crossover between the Pretender and Alias. I was watching Island of the Haunted and I was thinking what is the thing with number 47. Plot 47 on Pretender and Page 47 on Alias. I mentioned it to my mom and she mentioned writing a story about it. And then it all dawned on me how I could intertwine these stories. So, basically, Jarod goes undercover at the CIA, to find Sloane and find Parker's other brother, a fugitive of the CIA. Raines and Sloane are out collecting the Heptagon and the scrolls to finish Rambaldi's work, and with Sydney Bristow, Jarod, and Miss Parker working against him, you have to wonder if he'll win.

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Disclaimer: Don't own either of them. J.J. Abrams owns Alias, Pretender is owned by...actually, I don't know. I just watch it:)

Unexplained

Chapter One

Introduction

Los Angeles, California

Jarod stopped in front of a large building covered in stone with glass doors and glass windows. He pulled out his cell phone, dialing the number he knew by heart, and waited. While he waited, he glanced through the papers he had in a folder before him. A picture of a young man, blond with blue eyes, immaculately dressed in a designer suit, a gun peeking out of the jacket, had interested him. He knew this man, at least by name.

"What?" The sharp voice rang in his ear.

"Ah, Miss Parker. Delightful to hear your cheerful voice."

"Since I have so much to be joyful about?"

He smiled at the skepticism of the woman on the other end. How he missed Monica Parker. He sincerely did. That never mattered before.

"How are you holding up?"

He asked softly. The tall woman, in her office in Blue Cove, Delaware-the other side of the country- leaned back in surprise at the tender tone he questioned her with.

"I'm great, Jarod. Dr. Ghoul is just loving taking the Centre over. He wants me to show him a token of loyalty, but I just don't know how I'm going to beat Lyle's thumb trade."

Jarod supressed a chuckle at her sarcasm, but decided to push forward.

"Well, have you ever started to wonder when that family tree is going to stop growing?"

"What?"

"Honestly, it keeps getting larger. You've got an uncle, two, no, three brothers. It must get tiresome keeping track of who you're related to."

"Hold on a second. Three brothers?"

She heard the impossibly loud click as the phone line was disconnected.

"Jarod?! Jarod?!"

She already knew he was gone, though. She slammed the phone down bitterly before screaming for Sydney and Broots to get into her office.

Jarod chuckled while imagining the look on the lovely Miss Parker's face. He pulled out a page from Carthis, P.47, from his folder. Than another picture, this time a profile.

Sydney Bristow.

30.

Previously a double agent.

He smiled as he pushed the doors opened. The woman at the front office stood.

"May I help you, Sir?"

"Yes. I'm Agent Jarod Masters. I'm looking for Sydney Bristow."

"That'd be me."

Jarod turned to get a good look at the woman that had spoken from behind him. She was pretty, long brown hair, milky skin, deep chocolatey eyes. He shook her hand.

"Hello. I've recently been assigned to the Sloane case. Higher up orders and all."

"I'm thankful for all the help we can get to capture that jerk."

"I'm sensing a personal investment in this."

"Oh. It's very personal."

Sydney shot him a huge grin before taking his arm to lead him back to the heart of the CIA Task Force Building.

A crowd stood around a large screen as they watched the man in a small cell, sitting on a steel bed, looking like he would die of boredom any minute. Sydney stepped up to the screen, not moving her gaze from the guy, and Jarod noticed a look of warmth fly through her eyes before she quickly squashed it out.

Jarod bent down, whispering in her ear, "Who is so important, half of the building is watching him?"

Surprise covered her features. "Langley didn't fill you in on Mr. Sark? I wonder why? He's one of the keys to finding Sloane."

"Mr. Sark?"

"Yes. Well-known assassin, on the top ten terrorist list?"

"Ah. Of course."

Jarod blinked, watching the computer. Mr. Sark had stood up, pacing back and forth in the cell, obviously a ploy to entertain himself. Jarod knew something about being stuck in a small cage and about being forced to do things he never wanted. Apparently, the CIA didn't have any idea about who Mr. Sark really was. That was too bad.

"I'll introduce you to some of the others. This is Agent Jack Bristow."

"Your father?"

"Mhm. That's Agent Eric Weiss, Agent Michael Vaughn, Director Kendall, Agent Dixon, Will Tippin, and Marshall Flinkman."

Marshall smiled shyly at the new member, and Jarod returned the grin, thinking this man reminded him of Broots. "Everyone, this is Jarod Masters. He's our new help."

Will shook hands with him. "I know what it's like to be new and I'm just an analyst."

"Nice to meet you, Will. It's great to meet all of you."

Kendall stood tried to tower over Jarod, though it didn't really work.

"Well, Mr. Masters, I think you and Agent Bristow should go on in to speak to Mr. Sark. He might be able to give us a location on Sloane."

"Like he's really going to tell them, Kendall." Vaughn said in apparent disgust.

Sydney shrugged, "I don't know. Sark's loyalties are to himself, so he might talk."

Jarod followed Sydney down to the hall that led them to Sark's holding room.

Blue Cove, Delaware

Broots and Sydney entered Miss Parker's office after hearing her screech.

"What is it, Miss Parker?" Broots asked immediately.

"Do I have another brother?"

"What?" Sydney asked incredulously.

"Jarod just called. He said I had three brothers. Lyle, Ethan and who?"

"Your mother was only pregnant the one time when she was still at the Centre. And of course, she was pregnant with Ethan after she...left."

"So, maybe it wasn't my mother's child." A look of revolt crossed over Parker's chiseled features. "Maybe it was Raines'."

Broots shivered at the thought of Raines having another child. He couldn't imagine Raines as a father still, and he'd known about the recent paternity for almost a month.

"I can look up birth certificates and such, Miss Parker, but I don't know how much that will help. We didn't know you and Lyle were his until we did more testing. The Centre has always been good at burying stuff really deep."

Parker narrowed her eyes. "Then look."

Broots turned to leave, his mind trying to wrap around the methods of finding Miss Parker yet another brother. Sydney propped himself in the chair before speaking to the woman.

"Parker, if you need to talk about it..."

"I'll let you know, Freud. For now, just help Broots."

She winced after watching Sydney leave. Stupid ulcer was raging inside again. She pulled out her bottle of pills, swallowing two with a swig of water. Jarod would honestly be the death of her.

Raines took a deep breath from the oxygen tank as he listened to the man on the other end. "I've finally done it, William. I constructed the device. All that we need now are the scrolls and the heptagon."

"I don't know how willing the heptagon is going to be, Arvin. I know we can count on two of them, but after that?"

"Your daughter is going to try to destroy everything, so you need to keep her out of this for as long as possible. And find Jarod! It's been seven years. He shouldn't be that hard to find. I'll manage to get Sydney there and we'll get your son out of prison. I thought you'd taught him to be more careful than this, William. He let himself be captured."

"Andrew has always had a mind of his own. Well, except for that part I programmed."

"And the scrolls?"

"Parker jumped with them. He realized the power Rambaldi has promised to bring. But we know the area in which he jumped and we've got sweepers everywhere searching for them."

"Wonderful. I'll be in contact soon, Will."

"That's perfect. Oh, and Arvin?"

"Yes?"

"We're going to finish this. After 30 years, we're going to complete Rambaldi's mission."

A maniacal chuckle filled the other end of the phone line as Arvin Sloane hung the phone up on his old college friend. William Raines was the one who had introduced him to Rambaldi. Together, they had searched for his works, Sloane the artifacts and Raines the people. It was all coming together. Finally.