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 Four
I drive towards my apartment after meeting with Agent Bristow. Jack. Dad...whatever. He's unimportant. The end game is all that matters. Which means I have to have his trust and from the look on his face when I hugged him I already have that. Now just to get to Sark.
He's not so eager to give in to my charms. Jack just wants his daughter back, he'll believe anything I say; his love for a young girl that doesn't exist anymore is clouding his judgement. Sark should be easy once we do the mission together. Subtle is not a word I recognise when trying to get a man's attention. They all have egos that are easy to please. Even poor Julian Sark who has no father because of the man he works for. If Sloane had killed someone precious to me I wouldn't hesitate to kill him.
There are very few people in this world I love or trust. If Sloane took one he would barely have time to gasp as I'd put a shotgun shell through his head and I wouldn't be fooled by all this SD-6 crap, but mother told me that Bristow works for the CIA and he told Sark all about it. Now he was playing the good little double agent for his country. I can't stand all that patriotism twaddle. I look out for the number ones, mother and me! Not Jack, or Sark or that Dixon man.
I killed his wife. So what? If he has a problem just let him make his move. His kids would become orphans, well if they were lucky enough to live. I slow the car as I come across a familiar house. Dixon and his children are playing outside. I stop and he sees me. His children are rushed into the house with promises of movies and ice cream.
I flash my pearly whites at him and drive off a she watches me from the living room window. I'll get Agent Dixon, just not now. Now I have the mission. I'll have my fun later and he will regret ever crossing my path.
Chapter Four
I drive towards my apartment after meeting with Agent Bristow. Jack. Dad...whatever. He's unimportant. The end game is all that matters. Which means I have to have his trust and from the look on his face when I hugged him I already have that. Now just to get to Sark.
He's not so eager to give in to my charms. Jack just wants his daughter back, he'll believe anything I say; his love for a young girl that doesn't exist anymore is clouding his judgement. Sark should be easy once we do the mission together. Subtle is not a word I recognise when trying to get a man's attention. They all have egos that are easy to please. Even poor Julian Sark who has no father because of the man he works for. If Sloane had killed someone precious to me I wouldn't hesitate to kill him.
There are very few people in this world I love or trust. If Sloane took one he would barely have time to gasp as I'd put a shotgun shell through his head and I wouldn't be fooled by all this SD-6 crap, but mother told me that Bristow works for the CIA and he told Sark all about it. Now he was playing the good little double agent for his country. I can't stand all that patriotism twaddle. I look out for the number ones, mother and me! Not Jack, or Sark or that Dixon man.
I killed his wife. So what? If he has a problem just let him make his move. His kids would become orphans, well if they were lucky enough to live. I slow the car as I come across a familiar house. Dixon and his children are playing outside. I stop and he sees me. His children are rushed into the house with promises of movies and ice cream.
I flash my pearly whites at him and drive off a she watches me from the living room window. I'll get Agent Dixon, just not now. Now I have the mission. I'll have my fun later and he will regret ever crossing my path.