Disclaimer: Everyone knows I don't own Alias so why do I even have to make
one? I only own Melanie and Snake
A/N: I'm not writing from Melanie's POV yet because I don't know what to do yet. I don't know what Lauren should do as a punishment because I don't want it to be too harsh, but it can't be like, standing in a corner for an hour. She's a bad guy after all! If you have a suggestion, I will gladly put them into consideration!!
"Why the hell does Sark want Mom dead?" Sydney demanded incredulously. She knew as well as anyone that Irina had basically mothered Sark. She had taught him everything she knew.
"That's what I asked, but apparently Sark wants that kept for himself. He hasn't said anything about what he wants done yet because he wants you in there when he explains it, the prick." Jack spat angrily.
"And no one's going to know about this? It's just going to be you and me?" Sydney asked, hoping he'd say no; that someone else would have to do the deed of killing her mother.
"Yes." Jack answered.
"Isn't there another way? He's got to want something other than this. This is inhuman!" Sydney complained. It was ironic when, back in 2002 she wanted her mother dead, and that she had said that given the opportunity, she wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger, and now she was begging not to.
"Sydney, I know this is hard for you, but right now it's the only option." Jack said sympathetically.
"There has to be another way!" Sydney exclaimed angrily, all the emotions she had just gotten rid of making their way back inside her.
Jack stayed silent then said quietly, "Sark wants to talk to you about this, for what reason I cannot predict. You can lash out at him if you want, you have my permission."
He got up and Sydney followed him to the cells. Two medical agents were finishing up with the cast and checking for internal wounds.
When the medical people left, Sark sat back in his cot like he expected them to arrive. "Sydney, I see your father has briefed you in on what I am expecting. I'm just so glad I get to see you again. When was the last time, ten minutes?" he said, amused by the control he had over the Bristow's even when he was their prisoner.
"Shut up!" Jack said and punched Sark in the face. Sark got up, but without his amused face. He looked like he was getting ready to inform someone of a highly dangerous mission (which he was).
"What is your reason for wanting Irina Derevko dead?" Sydney asked, doing her best to stay calm.
"I'm afraid that's need to know. But what you need to know is that in order to have your precious Melanie back, you must first terminate Irina Derevko." Sark said.
"Yes, you've said this already. What you haven't mentioned is where we can find Irina, how we'll do it, etc." Jack said impatiently.
"Irina is in India. Her alias is Amenah Bezrali and she's checked into a hotel, but she never stays in one place for long, so I'd suggest you get there before she decides she doesn't want to stay in India anymore. The hotel's name is The Kebarel, only the wealthy can afford to stay in a place like that. You can provide your own transportation and aliases I trust. Jack, you must have at least one contact that can provide for you." Sark informed them.
"How do we know this isn't a trap?" Sydney asked suspiciously.
"You can't know for sure, but we both want different things for different reasons for wanting them. You want your daughter and I want something else. We can't reach our goals without what the other can provide, so I hope you can trust that this isn't a trap." Sark said.
No one said anything else until the guard said, "Agent Bristow's, it's eleven p.m. Don't you need to get home?"
"Yes, thank you." Jack said and he and Sydney left without another word.
When Sydney returned to her house, she was exhausted. They had agreed to meet in the middle of a field. in the middle of town. Jack was getting one of his contacts to provide a private jet in the middle of a field to get to India. She had to meet him at five in the morning, but she didn't feel like she'd be able to get up at that hour. Without bothering to change, she went up to her bedroom, set the alarm on her cell phone, and fell asleep.
The cell phone alarm rang at 3:30. Slowly she got up to take a shower, dressed in casual stuff, grabbed a granola bar and headed to the field. Jack was already there, leaning against his car. Sydney knew he'd stayed up all night. When he saw her, he walked towards her.
"Hello Sydney. Did you sleep well?" he asked.
"As much sleep as you can get, knowing that the next morning you'll have to kill your mother." Sydney said tiredly.
"Well, try to sleep some more on the plane. You'll need your strength." Jack said, getting a distant look in his eyes, like he always did when he was thinking about Irina. Sydney nodded, even though she knew she wouldn't be able to.
They remained silent until they heard the engine of a plane. They turned around and ran towards it. The pilot was the same man they had come to in India when they were looking for the nukes.
"Good morning Jack. Good morning Sydney." He said. "Good morning. What is your ETA?" Jack asked.
"Oh, about eight hours. You two just get some rest. Let me fly the plane." He said and shooed them towards the passenger seats where they settled in. Sydney and Jack sat in different aisles, both looking out the window.
Sydney was remembering everything she could about her mother. The bedtime stories, the times they'd spend the entire day together. Being reunited in 2002, loving her, being her mother. And now she got to murder her mother in cold blood, because Julian Sark wanted her to. She fell asleep with that thought in mind.
She awoke to her father gently nudging her awake. "We've landed. We need to hurry." He said and Sydney got up, got off the plane, and followed the contact out into an empty field.
"You need to hurry, you must not be recognized by the wrong people. There is a CIA safe house around here that can provide you with whatever you need." The contact said. They kept walking until the contact pointed to a small, rundown house.
"There is the safe house. It needed to be shabby or else the enemy would walk in, expecting to steal valuables, and when they see CIA equipment, they kill us all. But it has everything you are looking for." The contact said.
"Thank you." Jack said and he and Sydney headed towards it, feeling very heavyhearted. When they got in, they a couch with its stuffing coming out, a very small TV that looked like it was made in the 1920's, a cabinet or two filled with Indian food, and drawers filled with clothes. Jack rummaged through a desk in a small corner and took out a piece of paper.
"Our names are Ezra and Salvio Fijian. We are father and daughter looking for my sister, your aunt. Amenah Bezrali. Here are our disguises." Jack said as he took out a blue Indian dress and scarf for Sydney, and a white top, a brown vest, and brown baggy pants. He took out a fake beard and a white head scarf (A/N: I have no idea what they're called!!).
He took out four loaded .45 millimeter guns and handed two to Sydney and kept two for himself. He gave Sydney some extra ammo and kept some for himself. He also gave each of them a small knife to make enemies who got in their way suffer. When they had eaten something, they looked up The Kebarel on the Internet. When they knew where they were going, and had everything they needed, they sat on the sofa, preparing themselves to go and assassinate Irina Derevko.
A/N: Will Jack and Sydney murder Irina Derevko? Why does Sark need her dead? Review and the next chapter will be up soon!!! ^__^
A/N: I'm not writing from Melanie's POV yet because I don't know what to do yet. I don't know what Lauren should do as a punishment because I don't want it to be too harsh, but it can't be like, standing in a corner for an hour. She's a bad guy after all! If you have a suggestion, I will gladly put them into consideration!!
"Why the hell does Sark want Mom dead?" Sydney demanded incredulously. She knew as well as anyone that Irina had basically mothered Sark. She had taught him everything she knew.
"That's what I asked, but apparently Sark wants that kept for himself. He hasn't said anything about what he wants done yet because he wants you in there when he explains it, the prick." Jack spat angrily.
"And no one's going to know about this? It's just going to be you and me?" Sydney asked, hoping he'd say no; that someone else would have to do the deed of killing her mother.
"Yes." Jack answered.
"Isn't there another way? He's got to want something other than this. This is inhuman!" Sydney complained. It was ironic when, back in 2002 she wanted her mother dead, and that she had said that given the opportunity, she wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger, and now she was begging not to.
"Sydney, I know this is hard for you, but right now it's the only option." Jack said sympathetically.
"There has to be another way!" Sydney exclaimed angrily, all the emotions she had just gotten rid of making their way back inside her.
Jack stayed silent then said quietly, "Sark wants to talk to you about this, for what reason I cannot predict. You can lash out at him if you want, you have my permission."
He got up and Sydney followed him to the cells. Two medical agents were finishing up with the cast and checking for internal wounds.
When the medical people left, Sark sat back in his cot like he expected them to arrive. "Sydney, I see your father has briefed you in on what I am expecting. I'm just so glad I get to see you again. When was the last time, ten minutes?" he said, amused by the control he had over the Bristow's even when he was their prisoner.
"Shut up!" Jack said and punched Sark in the face. Sark got up, but without his amused face. He looked like he was getting ready to inform someone of a highly dangerous mission (which he was).
"What is your reason for wanting Irina Derevko dead?" Sydney asked, doing her best to stay calm.
"I'm afraid that's need to know. But what you need to know is that in order to have your precious Melanie back, you must first terminate Irina Derevko." Sark said.
"Yes, you've said this already. What you haven't mentioned is where we can find Irina, how we'll do it, etc." Jack said impatiently.
"Irina is in India. Her alias is Amenah Bezrali and she's checked into a hotel, but she never stays in one place for long, so I'd suggest you get there before she decides she doesn't want to stay in India anymore. The hotel's name is The Kebarel, only the wealthy can afford to stay in a place like that. You can provide your own transportation and aliases I trust. Jack, you must have at least one contact that can provide for you." Sark informed them.
"How do we know this isn't a trap?" Sydney asked suspiciously.
"You can't know for sure, but we both want different things for different reasons for wanting them. You want your daughter and I want something else. We can't reach our goals without what the other can provide, so I hope you can trust that this isn't a trap." Sark said.
No one said anything else until the guard said, "Agent Bristow's, it's eleven p.m. Don't you need to get home?"
"Yes, thank you." Jack said and he and Sydney left without another word.
When Sydney returned to her house, she was exhausted. They had agreed to meet in the middle of a field. in the middle of town. Jack was getting one of his contacts to provide a private jet in the middle of a field to get to India. She had to meet him at five in the morning, but she didn't feel like she'd be able to get up at that hour. Without bothering to change, she went up to her bedroom, set the alarm on her cell phone, and fell asleep.
The cell phone alarm rang at 3:30. Slowly she got up to take a shower, dressed in casual stuff, grabbed a granola bar and headed to the field. Jack was already there, leaning against his car. Sydney knew he'd stayed up all night. When he saw her, he walked towards her.
"Hello Sydney. Did you sleep well?" he asked.
"As much sleep as you can get, knowing that the next morning you'll have to kill your mother." Sydney said tiredly.
"Well, try to sleep some more on the plane. You'll need your strength." Jack said, getting a distant look in his eyes, like he always did when he was thinking about Irina. Sydney nodded, even though she knew she wouldn't be able to.
They remained silent until they heard the engine of a plane. They turned around and ran towards it. The pilot was the same man they had come to in India when they were looking for the nukes.
"Good morning Jack. Good morning Sydney." He said. "Good morning. What is your ETA?" Jack asked.
"Oh, about eight hours. You two just get some rest. Let me fly the plane." He said and shooed them towards the passenger seats where they settled in. Sydney and Jack sat in different aisles, both looking out the window.
Sydney was remembering everything she could about her mother. The bedtime stories, the times they'd spend the entire day together. Being reunited in 2002, loving her, being her mother. And now she got to murder her mother in cold blood, because Julian Sark wanted her to. She fell asleep with that thought in mind.
She awoke to her father gently nudging her awake. "We've landed. We need to hurry." He said and Sydney got up, got off the plane, and followed the contact out into an empty field.
"You need to hurry, you must not be recognized by the wrong people. There is a CIA safe house around here that can provide you with whatever you need." The contact said. They kept walking until the contact pointed to a small, rundown house.
"There is the safe house. It needed to be shabby or else the enemy would walk in, expecting to steal valuables, and when they see CIA equipment, they kill us all. But it has everything you are looking for." The contact said.
"Thank you." Jack said and he and Sydney headed towards it, feeling very heavyhearted. When they got in, they a couch with its stuffing coming out, a very small TV that looked like it was made in the 1920's, a cabinet or two filled with Indian food, and drawers filled with clothes. Jack rummaged through a desk in a small corner and took out a piece of paper.
"Our names are Ezra and Salvio Fijian. We are father and daughter looking for my sister, your aunt. Amenah Bezrali. Here are our disguises." Jack said as he took out a blue Indian dress and scarf for Sydney, and a white top, a brown vest, and brown baggy pants. He took out a fake beard and a white head scarf (A/N: I have no idea what they're called!!).
He took out four loaded .45 millimeter guns and handed two to Sydney and kept two for himself. He gave Sydney some extra ammo and kept some for himself. He also gave each of them a small knife to make enemies who got in their way suffer. When they had eaten something, they looked up The Kebarel on the Internet. When they knew where they were going, and had everything they needed, they sat on the sofa, preparing themselves to go and assassinate Irina Derevko.
A/N: Will Jack and Sydney murder Irina Derevko? Why does Sark need her dead? Review and the next chapter will be up soon!!! ^__^