Title: Daddy's little girl.
Summary: What if Irina had included Sydney when she'd faked her death? What
if Sark worked as a double with a mourning Jack at SD-6?
Disclaimer: I don't own alias or anything related to it, I just get bored a
lot.
Spoilers: Sark's first name, but the rest is mainly AU.
A/N: This fic really messes with the whole show this means some characters
aren't identical to what they were. I've changed the destinies of some of
the characters, but some remain the same.
Jack sat at his desk on Monday morning and waited for the announcement he knew Sloane was going to make. "Jack, Sark, Dixon, Marshall, can you come into the conference room?" Sark sat next to Jack and eyed him with a wary look. Jack smiled reassuringly to the young man who had become his surrogate son. Pure and moral, unlike his true progeny, a murderous, cold- hearted, clone of Irina.
Sure enough Irina and Sydney entered the room with Sloane and smiled as they took their places opposite Jack and Sark. "Irina Derevko and her daughter have been given full immunity by the CIA. They are now an invaluable asset to us." Jack sneered. Irina was probably pooling resources with Sloane to find Rhambaldi artifacts.
"As you will all know there will be...tension, among some agents and Irina, but personal grudges are unimportant, the good of this country is what counts..."
"Are the rumors true? Is her daughter 'The Assassin'?" Dixon mumbled. His fists balled. "She's the bitch who murdered Diane and left my children without a mother?"
"Agent Dixon, the loss of your wife was a terrible thing, but working with Irina and Sydney will help save the lives of millions of people in this country alone..."
Dixon wasn't listening. He was on his feet with his gun aimed at Sydney's head. "You killed my wife!" He growled menacingly. Sydney merely raised her eye level to his.
"Remind me, was she the one whose wedding finger I chopped off and had it delivered to her husband? Or the one who took eighteen hours to die...that one was fun." He squeezed the trigger and instantly grabbed by Sark and Jack.
"Ooh, the pain." She mocked as the gun was wrestled from his hands. Jack looked up to find his daughter unscathed. "I took the ammunition from your gun before we came in. I am a professional after all." She smiled as the armed security guards dragged Dixon out.
"Take a long vacation, Dixon." Sloane ordered as he was escorted out. Jack and Sark returned to their seats, both with looks of hatred and contempt aimed at Irina and her daughter. Over the past two years Sark had perfected Jack's irate look and they did appear tp strangers as father and devoted son.
He wondered if Sydney would have been anything like him. If he had raised her would she still be a murderer or would she have high morals and a value for life, even the enemy's? Who would she love? Who would she rival? Would she be a double with him and Sark? He'd never know, because Irina had stolen her innocence, he doubted Sydney had stayed a child for long. When had she first taken life?
"I was twelve." Sydney stood by his desk after the meeting. "When I first took a life. I could tell you wanted to know." He barely raised his eyes from the mission specs he was reading over.
"I'm taking Sark off the mission, I'm going instead. I've already cleared it with Sloane. Frankly Miss Derevko I don't trust you around him." He walked off leaving her scowling at him. "I never had a chance to know my father." She called out to him, as he was about to enter Sloane's office. He paused with his hand on the door handle. "Now I find a dead old man with a heart as cold as stone except for a boy he clings to so that he can pretend someone needs him. My mother told me a lot about you. Your morals, your loyalty, your marriage. You're not what I expected..."
He turned to face her and replied with one of the most personal things he'd ever said in the middle of the office. "That's what loosing your child does to you Miss Derevko. It breaks your heart first and then your soul and all that's left is the mind and my mind is a very dark place."
He turned away and she hated the guilt he'd tried to burden her with. So she thought she'd stick the knife in even further. Just like her mother had said. Get close to him and rekindle the bond between their stone hearts. "It isn't Miss Derevko, it's Miss Bristow. Mother never changed my birth certificate. I have my dead father's name and eyes and you have a bond with your dead daughter, so I guess we have something in common, perhaps it could be the start of..."
"Yes?" His eyes were betraying his cool tone. He wanted another chance to be with his daughter; perhaps he could still save her from Irina's grasp.
"Do you wanna' get dinner tonight, there's this really good restaurant I like. We could talk, just you and me." She suggested. "After all the mission isn't until nine, that gives us time to...to talk."
"I...yes. Dinner sounds good. I'll pick you up at seven?" She smiled and wrote down the address of the apartment Irina had bought her in L.A. Jack Bristow was almost glowing as he pocketed the paper and left to see Sloane. She had Bristow under her thumb, now she just that to keep it that way and get to Julian Sark, but by the way he kept slipping curious glances her way she doubted that would be hard. After all she was Irina Derevko's daughter. She could get to any man, just like her mother.
They'd do what was needed then Sydney could forget the man who called himself her father and still mourned the grave of a stranger's child. As soon as she was free of the drab building that was SD-6 she phoned Uncle Khasinau. "I'm meeting with 'daddy' for dinner later. Then Sloane's sending Jack and I to get the last Rhambaldi artifact...I know, get him to send Sark instead. I'll take care of it."
Jack sat at his desk on Monday morning and waited for the announcement he knew Sloane was going to make. "Jack, Sark, Dixon, Marshall, can you come into the conference room?" Sark sat next to Jack and eyed him with a wary look. Jack smiled reassuringly to the young man who had become his surrogate son. Pure and moral, unlike his true progeny, a murderous, cold- hearted, clone of Irina.
Sure enough Irina and Sydney entered the room with Sloane and smiled as they took their places opposite Jack and Sark. "Irina Derevko and her daughter have been given full immunity by the CIA. They are now an invaluable asset to us." Jack sneered. Irina was probably pooling resources with Sloane to find Rhambaldi artifacts.
"As you will all know there will be...tension, among some agents and Irina, but personal grudges are unimportant, the good of this country is what counts..."
"Are the rumors true? Is her daughter 'The Assassin'?" Dixon mumbled. His fists balled. "She's the bitch who murdered Diane and left my children without a mother?"
"Agent Dixon, the loss of your wife was a terrible thing, but working with Irina and Sydney will help save the lives of millions of people in this country alone..."
Dixon wasn't listening. He was on his feet with his gun aimed at Sydney's head. "You killed my wife!" He growled menacingly. Sydney merely raised her eye level to his.
"Remind me, was she the one whose wedding finger I chopped off and had it delivered to her husband? Or the one who took eighteen hours to die...that one was fun." He squeezed the trigger and instantly grabbed by Sark and Jack.
"Ooh, the pain." She mocked as the gun was wrestled from his hands. Jack looked up to find his daughter unscathed. "I took the ammunition from your gun before we came in. I am a professional after all." She smiled as the armed security guards dragged Dixon out.
"Take a long vacation, Dixon." Sloane ordered as he was escorted out. Jack and Sark returned to their seats, both with looks of hatred and contempt aimed at Irina and her daughter. Over the past two years Sark had perfected Jack's irate look and they did appear tp strangers as father and devoted son.
He wondered if Sydney would have been anything like him. If he had raised her would she still be a murderer or would she have high morals and a value for life, even the enemy's? Who would she love? Who would she rival? Would she be a double with him and Sark? He'd never know, because Irina had stolen her innocence, he doubted Sydney had stayed a child for long. When had she first taken life?
"I was twelve." Sydney stood by his desk after the meeting. "When I first took a life. I could tell you wanted to know." He barely raised his eyes from the mission specs he was reading over.
"I'm taking Sark off the mission, I'm going instead. I've already cleared it with Sloane. Frankly Miss Derevko I don't trust you around him." He walked off leaving her scowling at him. "I never had a chance to know my father." She called out to him, as he was about to enter Sloane's office. He paused with his hand on the door handle. "Now I find a dead old man with a heart as cold as stone except for a boy he clings to so that he can pretend someone needs him. My mother told me a lot about you. Your morals, your loyalty, your marriage. You're not what I expected..."
He turned to face her and replied with one of the most personal things he'd ever said in the middle of the office. "That's what loosing your child does to you Miss Derevko. It breaks your heart first and then your soul and all that's left is the mind and my mind is a very dark place."
He turned away and she hated the guilt he'd tried to burden her with. So she thought she'd stick the knife in even further. Just like her mother had said. Get close to him and rekindle the bond between their stone hearts. "It isn't Miss Derevko, it's Miss Bristow. Mother never changed my birth certificate. I have my dead father's name and eyes and you have a bond with your dead daughter, so I guess we have something in common, perhaps it could be the start of..."
"Yes?" His eyes were betraying his cool tone. He wanted another chance to be with his daughter; perhaps he could still save her from Irina's grasp.
"Do you wanna' get dinner tonight, there's this really good restaurant I like. We could talk, just you and me." She suggested. "After all the mission isn't until nine, that gives us time to...to talk."
"I...yes. Dinner sounds good. I'll pick you up at seven?" She smiled and wrote down the address of the apartment Irina had bought her in L.A. Jack Bristow was almost glowing as he pocketed the paper and left to see Sloane. She had Bristow under her thumb, now she just that to keep it that way and get to Julian Sark, but by the way he kept slipping curious glances her way she doubted that would be hard. After all she was Irina Derevko's daughter. She could get to any man, just like her mother.
They'd do what was needed then Sydney could forget the man who called himself her father and still mourned the grave of a stranger's child. As soon as she was free of the drab building that was SD-6 she phoned Uncle Khasinau. "I'm meeting with 'daddy' for dinner later. Then Sloane's sending Jack and I to get the last Rhambaldi artifact...I know, get him to send Sark instead. I'll take care of it."