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.
Chapter 3
I don't believe I'm doing this. I'm sitting in a restaurant with my daughter, my not so small and innocent Sydney. She's turned into a beautiful woman. She's confident as we sit down at our table and the owner specially sits us down. A wealthy corporate banker and a part time analyst are treated well in the world, but then wealth and power always are.
Our host, Francie, gives us both a menu and hands me the wine list. I choose a well-dated red and Sydney nods her approval. She smiles at Francie for her hospitality and for the first time I see my daughter as a young woman enjoying her life, not the assailant she is.
We mutter about politics and philosophy until the meal arrives and then as we eat we fall silent. She eats peacefully, but every now and then her eyes dart around, sweeping the area for impending danger. I do this myself often enough so I can't fault her. To be alert of your environment is a valuable skill and Irina has taught her well.
By the time we reach desert many of our defences have dropped and we talk freely about her childhood and my time with her mother. She blushes when I ask if she has anyone special. It's to cover the loneliness that would over take her features. She's never experienced love that didn't come from her mother, or the numerous partners she tells me about. She says she can't keep a man for long, they usually end up being pushed away, or Irina doesn't trust them.
"Right now there is only one man I trust in my life...my father." She explains and the pride inside my chest feels like it will tear through my flesh and start dancing in celebration on the dinning table.
It is eight now, in one hour I'll see my daughter in action. See how well Irina has moulded our child. Francie brings us our bill and I pay before Sydney can object. I thank Francie for the exquisite meal. I've known her for a few months now. Ever since she came up to me in the resteraunt and asked what décor would look better. Red or duck egg? Now the walls are a warm red and I feel secure here. In my job it's a rarity; but I don't get too close to Francie. I don't want to endanger her life.
Sydney stands as I get up to leave for SD-6. I'm puzzled at this as she follows me out. I have my car she has her Porsche. As we're about to go our separate ways she suddenly hugs me and I'm startled. I place my arms gently around her and she begins to weep.
"I'm so glad I gave you a chance. See you in an hour..."
"Sydney,"
I feel ashamed at what I said at SD-6. "Perhaps I could man the comms, let you and Sark carry out the mission." She smiles and knows she has at least part of my trust and deep down I believe I have some of her faith.
I feel so good as I race down the highway to get home and gather everything necessary for the forthcoming mission. I, Jack Donovan Bristow have a daughter. She's alive and beautiful and a unique bond is starting to form. For the first time in almost thirty years I shed tears of joy for my daughter.
Chapter 3
I don't believe I'm doing this. I'm sitting in a restaurant with my daughter, my not so small and innocent Sydney. She's turned into a beautiful woman. She's confident as we sit down at our table and the owner specially sits us down. A wealthy corporate banker and a part time analyst are treated well in the world, but then wealth and power always are.
Our host, Francie, gives us both a menu and hands me the wine list. I choose a well-dated red and Sydney nods her approval. She smiles at Francie for her hospitality and for the first time I see my daughter as a young woman enjoying her life, not the assailant she is.
We mutter about politics and philosophy until the meal arrives and then as we eat we fall silent. She eats peacefully, but every now and then her eyes dart around, sweeping the area for impending danger. I do this myself often enough so I can't fault her. To be alert of your environment is a valuable skill and Irina has taught her well.
By the time we reach desert many of our defences have dropped and we talk freely about her childhood and my time with her mother. She blushes when I ask if she has anyone special. It's to cover the loneliness that would over take her features. She's never experienced love that didn't come from her mother, or the numerous partners she tells me about. She says she can't keep a man for long, they usually end up being pushed away, or Irina doesn't trust them.
"Right now there is only one man I trust in my life...my father." She explains and the pride inside my chest feels like it will tear through my flesh and start dancing in celebration on the dinning table.
It is eight now, in one hour I'll see my daughter in action. See how well Irina has moulded our child. Francie brings us our bill and I pay before Sydney can object. I thank Francie for the exquisite meal. I've known her for a few months now. Ever since she came up to me in the resteraunt and asked what décor would look better. Red or duck egg? Now the walls are a warm red and I feel secure here. In my job it's a rarity; but I don't get too close to Francie. I don't want to endanger her life.
Sydney stands as I get up to leave for SD-6. I'm puzzled at this as she follows me out. I have my car she has her Porsche. As we're about to go our separate ways she suddenly hugs me and I'm startled. I place my arms gently around her and she begins to weep.
"I'm so glad I gave you a chance. See you in an hour..."
"Sydney,"
I feel ashamed at what I said at SD-6. "Perhaps I could man the comms, let you and Sark carry out the mission." She smiles and knows she has at least part of my trust and deep down I believe I have some of her faith.
I feel so good as I race down the highway to get home and gather everything necessary for the forthcoming mission. I, Jack Donovan Bristow have a daughter. She's alive and beautiful and a unique bond is starting to form. For the first time in almost thirty years I shed tears of joy for my daughter.