Disclaimer: I Don't Own Alias!
A/N: 2nd to last chapter!! There's gonna be a big revelation in this chapter (hence the name) so get ready! Wait, you actually don't get to know what the revelation is but Syd and Sark do. Oh never mind you'll see what I mean.
Song: 'Betrayal is a Symptom' by Thrice
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~What Now~
~Chapter 8: Revelation~
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Sydney almost ran down the hall at the Joint Task Operations Center, practically dragging Sark behind her. She hadn't even known that the C.I.A. stayed open this late but apparently they did, even though nobody was there except for Jack Bristow. Sydney ran over to him.
"Dad, what's going on?"
"Sydney. Good, you're here. There are many things I have to tell you today. First of all, I know that Sark here is Adrienne's father." He nodded at Aidan who just stood there, silent.
"What? But how?"
"It's obvious Sydney. But to my knowledge, no one else knows. He needed to be here to see what I've found."
"Dad, please tell me!"
Sark cut in. "Mr. Bristow," he said calmly, "I have a feeling that whatever you've found is rather important to Sydney and I so if you would just tell us I believe we all might feel a little better with this situation."
Jack regarded Sark for a moment, and then made up his mind. "Follow me," he ordered.
He led them to the briefing room and shut the doors.
"I wanted to show this to you before Kendall saw it."
"But Dad-"
"I don't care if I *should* show it to him; you need to see it first, so don't argue with me and sit down." They sat. "Thank you."
Jack began to type something into the computer. Sark noticed that Sydney was shaking and he put his hand over hers. She calmed down immediately and waited in silence. Jack stood up again.
"Sydney. Aidan," he nodded to each of them, "I found her."
Sydney gasped. "Adrienne?? You found Adrienne? Where?"
"I had contacts all over the world keeping an eye out for her. My contact in Madagascar turned up with this an hour ago."
He hit a key and a picture appeared on all of the screens. Sydney almost fainted, but Sark couldn't see why. At first the girl looked totally unfamiliar but a closer look revealed his and Sydney's features. He was looking at his daughter.
But it wasn't the girl who seemed to bother Sydney so much. It was the man with the girl. Because the photo was grainy and in black and white, his features weren't identifiable or recognizable to Sark.
* Faith
Is not something that I grasp
It's something that I fake
As I'm slipping, as I'm falling through the cracks
Faith
Without action is a mask
For making some mistakes
As I'm slipping, as I'm falling through the cracks. *
"Sydney? Who is that?"
But Sydney couldn't talk. She just kept shaking her head and repeating "Oh my god," over and over again.
* But somehow I find beauty in our failings
Somehow I find meaning in this life
Some I made perfect in this fracture
Your back is begging sweetly for my knives. *
Sark grabbed her shoulders. "Sydney?"
"It's- it's-" she couldn't finish, but suddenly Sark understood. He understood all too well.
* I'm spilling blood
Glancing down to hide my face
I walk with eyes closed tight through monuments of grace
My faith is a front, I'm spilling blood
Isn't it sweet how I'm trusted with angels?
And how quickly I break my promises.
Isn't it sweet? *
TBC??
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A/N: dun dun dun! Well???? Who's the man!? 1 chapter left to go!! I already have it written but I won't put it up unless I get some reviews! That means: REVIEW!!
A/N: 2nd to last chapter!! There's gonna be a big revelation in this chapter (hence the name) so get ready! Wait, you actually don't get to know what the revelation is but Syd and Sark do. Oh never mind you'll see what I mean.
Song: 'Betrayal is a Symptom' by Thrice
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~What Now~
~Chapter 8: Revelation~
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Sydney almost ran down the hall at the Joint Task Operations Center, practically dragging Sark behind her. She hadn't even known that the C.I.A. stayed open this late but apparently they did, even though nobody was there except for Jack Bristow. Sydney ran over to him.
"Dad, what's going on?"
"Sydney. Good, you're here. There are many things I have to tell you today. First of all, I know that Sark here is Adrienne's father." He nodded at Aidan who just stood there, silent.
"What? But how?"
"It's obvious Sydney. But to my knowledge, no one else knows. He needed to be here to see what I've found."
"Dad, please tell me!"
Sark cut in. "Mr. Bristow," he said calmly, "I have a feeling that whatever you've found is rather important to Sydney and I so if you would just tell us I believe we all might feel a little better with this situation."
Jack regarded Sark for a moment, and then made up his mind. "Follow me," he ordered.
He led them to the briefing room and shut the doors.
"I wanted to show this to you before Kendall saw it."
"But Dad-"
"I don't care if I *should* show it to him; you need to see it first, so don't argue with me and sit down." They sat. "Thank you."
Jack began to type something into the computer. Sark noticed that Sydney was shaking and he put his hand over hers. She calmed down immediately and waited in silence. Jack stood up again.
"Sydney. Aidan," he nodded to each of them, "I found her."
Sydney gasped. "Adrienne?? You found Adrienne? Where?"
"I had contacts all over the world keeping an eye out for her. My contact in Madagascar turned up with this an hour ago."
He hit a key and a picture appeared on all of the screens. Sydney almost fainted, but Sark couldn't see why. At first the girl looked totally unfamiliar but a closer look revealed his and Sydney's features. He was looking at his daughter.
But it wasn't the girl who seemed to bother Sydney so much. It was the man with the girl. Because the photo was grainy and in black and white, his features weren't identifiable or recognizable to Sark.
* Faith
Is not something that I grasp
It's something that I fake
As I'm slipping, as I'm falling through the cracks
Faith
Without action is a mask
For making some mistakes
As I'm slipping, as I'm falling through the cracks. *
"Sydney? Who is that?"
But Sydney couldn't talk. She just kept shaking her head and repeating "Oh my god," over and over again.
* But somehow I find beauty in our failings
Somehow I find meaning in this life
Some I made perfect in this fracture
Your back is begging sweetly for my knives. *
Sark grabbed her shoulders. "Sydney?"
"It's- it's-" she couldn't finish, but suddenly Sark understood. He understood all too well.
* I'm spilling blood
Glancing down to hide my face
I walk with eyes closed tight through monuments of grace
My faith is a front, I'm spilling blood
Isn't it sweet how I'm trusted with angels?
And how quickly I break my promises.
Isn't it sweet? *
TBC??
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A/N: dun dun dun! Well???? Who's the man!? 1 chapter left to go!! I already have it written but I won't put it up unless I get some reviews! That means: REVIEW!!