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 Five
Sark sat in the SD-6 Van with Jack and Sydney and watched them as they conversed about weapons and security systems. Sloane had said they were getting a Rhambaldi object, but his and Jack's handler, a man named Eric Weiss, had told them the truth. This was the Rhambaldi piece. The last bit Sloane and Irina would need to make Rhambaldi's device. Sark couldn't ever imagine working with someone like Derevko, or being as ruthless as her daughter.
She did have her high points though. Her beauty, her intelligence and her will for survival. When she realized he was staring at her she smiled. Everything was falling into place.
The mission was simple. Get in, grab the artefact and get back out again. The problem was the artefact sat in the private library of a Russian general who lived in Los Angeles, a little close to home to undergo an alias.
They slipped into his house under the alias of Abella and Lucas Dicamalo. Wealthy and influential Russians who owned a computer software chain. The general introduced them to countless strangers and by the time they were able to slip away the arm she had around Sark had dropped from his waist and settled lower down. To her dismay he pulled away as soon as they were in the library.
"The artefact is apparently in one of the display cases..." He stopped as he saw at least a dozen glass cases around the room.
"Don't worry." Sydney shot him a sly grin. "I know exactly what we're looking for."
"I bet you do."
She ignored his bitter tone and headed over to the General's desk. She slid her hand along the underneath and found the switch she was looking for. The nearest shelve to Sark swung open and revealed a passageway.
"How clichéd." Sark muttered as they went down the dark passageway and into a room lit by a single bulb. In the centre stood a case with the Rhambaldi artefact in it. A small vile of dark purple liquid.
"All of this for a bottle of perfume?" Sark asked as Sydney pocketed. Then they heard shouts from along the corridor; the general had come in accompanied by three large, armoured men. They were trapped in the room with the men swiftly approaching their only exit. Then she saw something out of the corner of her eye and smiled.
"Sark..."
"It better be good perfume."
She took his hand and pulled him down the shoot that led down to the garbage can that took waste from the whole house. As they fell she was wrapped in his arms and he clung to her so that only he was bruised from the metal walls.
They emerged out of the shoot and fell five foot into the waste bin. Sydney groaned as Sark tried to get her up. "Sydney! Sydney! We don't have time; they'll be coming after us any minute. We have to go know!" He pulled her to her feet and saw the rusty knife that had wedged itself in her left arm and her blood leaked from the unclean wound.
He tore off his tuxedo jacket and wrapped it around the arm to put pressure on the wound and to make a sling. He tired to help her out of the trashcan, but she pushed him away in defiance. She began to run as soon as her feet hit the floor and he had to sprint to keep up with her. When they reached a plain blue van a mile away they slung open the doors and once they were in Jack sped off.
When he looked in the rear mirror he saw three things. His daughter. A knife. Blood. Lots of blood. He stopped the van and dashed into the back.
"What happened?" He demanded as he used the first aid kit to bandage the wound and keep the knife in place to act as a seal to stem the blood flow. Taking in out would mean more blood and he doubted his little girl could loose much more.
"We ended up in the garbage shoot, then the bin. I landed on a knife." Sydney explained. Trying to act tough and hide the excruciating pain she was feeling. "Just drive, okay dad? I'll be fi-"She rubbed her eyes to fight the feeling of fatigue that was washing over her, but eventually it overpowered her and she fell unconscious.
"Julian, drive!" He ordered and the young agent scrambled to the driver's seat and pushed his foot down viciously on the gas pedal.
"Jack, there's so much blood, do you think she'll make it...?"
"I know she will!" Jack shouted. "I'm not losing my little girl again. Do you understand? So drive as damn fast as this van will take and get us to the nearest hospital!" Sark did as he was ordered and they arrived at St. Adrian's hospital minutes later.
The doctors took Sydney away from Jack and he was left alone with Sark. Julian Sark, the closest thing he'd had to a child and now that Sydney was back things were painfully different. Once Jack had cared for no one, but then he had Julian. Then he got Sydney back in his life and he cared about and loved two fellow human beings. His children.
He felt Julian's reassuring hand on his shoulder and he let the tears he harboured flow.
"She'll be alright, Jack. She's a fighter." He comforted. "We have to phone Weiss, tell him what we found...I'll go do that now." He left Jack to be on his own and headed to a pay phone.
"Hello?" He'd had to phone Weiss's home number.
"It's Julian, Weiss, we have the last Rhambaldi artefact, but Sydney's in hospital. Jack's pretty distraught. What shall I do?"
"We can't let Sloane get that last piece, but if it doesn't work he'll get suspicious..."
"Weiss, we can't let that murdering low life win. We can't give it to him." He argued.
"Then there's only one other option. The Rhambaldi manuscript said that his device could only work on a full moon, something to do with the tides and stuff, so that's three days. We give them a dud, then we'll pull you and Jack out, put you in witness protection..." Weiss explained.
"Live a lie? Leave everything behind?"
"You mean leave her behind." Weiss objected. "You know as well as I do that she's using Jack, don't let that Siren get to you, man. Look, I'll come by the hospital to pick up the artefact. We'll switch in the hall near the main entrance. You give the stuff to Sloane and then tomorrow I'll put you in touch with someone who can help. See you in ten."
In the hallway Julian walked past Weiss and switched the artefacts effortlessly. Then came the hard part. Telling Jack he had to leave his daughter in less than three days. He didn't take it well; he tired to insist they take Sydney. It hurt Sark as he had to tell his only family member that his daughter was a cold-blooded killer, who was no better than her mother and she was using him. He objected for another hour, but it was clear in his eyes that he had always known she was using him and he finally accepted it.
"Julian, the doctors were asking me about her and I realised that the only reason she hadn't changed her birth certificate was because she couldn't. You can't change the birth certificate of a dead child. So she goes by the name, Sydney Anne Derevko. Not Bristow. I gave them the alias Kate Jones instead." The older man's eyes were brimming with tears. "I knew she was using me. Just let me stay tonight. I'll meet you tomorrow to go see Weiss, okay?"
Sark nodded. He knew that Jack needed the night to say goodbye to his daughter. To start the mourning for his child again, but she wasn't his only child and he knew it. He'd always have Julian.
Chapter Five
Sark sat in the SD-6 Van with Jack and Sydney and watched them as they conversed about weapons and security systems. Sloane had said they were getting a Rhambaldi object, but his and Jack's handler, a man named Eric Weiss, had told them the truth. This was the Rhambaldi piece. The last bit Sloane and Irina would need to make Rhambaldi's device. Sark couldn't ever imagine working with someone like Derevko, or being as ruthless as her daughter.
She did have her high points though. Her beauty, her intelligence and her will for survival. When she realized he was staring at her she smiled. Everything was falling into place.
The mission was simple. Get in, grab the artefact and get back out again. The problem was the artefact sat in the private library of a Russian general who lived in Los Angeles, a little close to home to undergo an alias.
They slipped into his house under the alias of Abella and Lucas Dicamalo. Wealthy and influential Russians who owned a computer software chain. The general introduced them to countless strangers and by the time they were able to slip away the arm she had around Sark had dropped from his waist and settled lower down. To her dismay he pulled away as soon as they were in the library.
"The artefact is apparently in one of the display cases..." He stopped as he saw at least a dozen glass cases around the room.
"Don't worry." Sydney shot him a sly grin. "I know exactly what we're looking for."
"I bet you do."
She ignored his bitter tone and headed over to the General's desk. She slid her hand along the underneath and found the switch she was looking for. The nearest shelve to Sark swung open and revealed a passageway.
"How clichéd." Sark muttered as they went down the dark passageway and into a room lit by a single bulb. In the centre stood a case with the Rhambaldi artefact in it. A small vile of dark purple liquid.
"All of this for a bottle of perfume?" Sark asked as Sydney pocketed. Then they heard shouts from along the corridor; the general had come in accompanied by three large, armoured men. They were trapped in the room with the men swiftly approaching their only exit. Then she saw something out of the corner of her eye and smiled.
"Sark..."
"It better be good perfume."
She took his hand and pulled him down the shoot that led down to the garbage can that took waste from the whole house. As they fell she was wrapped in his arms and he clung to her so that only he was bruised from the metal walls.
They emerged out of the shoot and fell five foot into the waste bin. Sydney groaned as Sark tried to get her up. "Sydney! Sydney! We don't have time; they'll be coming after us any minute. We have to go know!" He pulled her to her feet and saw the rusty knife that had wedged itself in her left arm and her blood leaked from the unclean wound.
He tore off his tuxedo jacket and wrapped it around the arm to put pressure on the wound and to make a sling. He tired to help her out of the trashcan, but she pushed him away in defiance. She began to run as soon as her feet hit the floor and he had to sprint to keep up with her. When they reached a plain blue van a mile away they slung open the doors and once they were in Jack sped off.
When he looked in the rear mirror he saw three things. His daughter. A knife. Blood. Lots of blood. He stopped the van and dashed into the back.
"What happened?" He demanded as he used the first aid kit to bandage the wound and keep the knife in place to act as a seal to stem the blood flow. Taking in out would mean more blood and he doubted his little girl could loose much more.
"We ended up in the garbage shoot, then the bin. I landed on a knife." Sydney explained. Trying to act tough and hide the excruciating pain she was feeling. "Just drive, okay dad? I'll be fi-"She rubbed her eyes to fight the feeling of fatigue that was washing over her, but eventually it overpowered her and she fell unconscious.
"Julian, drive!" He ordered and the young agent scrambled to the driver's seat and pushed his foot down viciously on the gas pedal.
"Jack, there's so much blood, do you think she'll make it...?"
"I know she will!" Jack shouted. "I'm not losing my little girl again. Do you understand? So drive as damn fast as this van will take and get us to the nearest hospital!" Sark did as he was ordered and they arrived at St. Adrian's hospital minutes later.
The doctors took Sydney away from Jack and he was left alone with Sark. Julian Sark, the closest thing he'd had to a child and now that Sydney was back things were painfully different. Once Jack had cared for no one, but then he had Julian. Then he got Sydney back in his life and he cared about and loved two fellow human beings. His children.
He felt Julian's reassuring hand on his shoulder and he let the tears he harboured flow.
"She'll be alright, Jack. She's a fighter." He comforted. "We have to phone Weiss, tell him what we found...I'll go do that now." He left Jack to be on his own and headed to a pay phone.
"Hello?" He'd had to phone Weiss's home number.
"It's Julian, Weiss, we have the last Rhambaldi artefact, but Sydney's in hospital. Jack's pretty distraught. What shall I do?"
"We can't let Sloane get that last piece, but if it doesn't work he'll get suspicious..."
"Weiss, we can't let that murdering low life win. We can't give it to him." He argued.
"Then there's only one other option. The Rhambaldi manuscript said that his device could only work on a full moon, something to do with the tides and stuff, so that's three days. We give them a dud, then we'll pull you and Jack out, put you in witness protection..." Weiss explained.
"Live a lie? Leave everything behind?"
"You mean leave her behind." Weiss objected. "You know as well as I do that she's using Jack, don't let that Siren get to you, man. Look, I'll come by the hospital to pick up the artefact. We'll switch in the hall near the main entrance. You give the stuff to Sloane and then tomorrow I'll put you in touch with someone who can help. See you in ten."
In the hallway Julian walked past Weiss and switched the artefacts effortlessly. Then came the hard part. Telling Jack he had to leave his daughter in less than three days. He didn't take it well; he tired to insist they take Sydney. It hurt Sark as he had to tell his only family member that his daughter was a cold-blooded killer, who was no better than her mother and she was using him. He objected for another hour, but it was clear in his eyes that he had always known she was using him and he finally accepted it.
"Julian, the doctors were asking me about her and I realised that the only reason she hadn't changed her birth certificate was because she couldn't. You can't change the birth certificate of a dead child. So she goes by the name, Sydney Anne Derevko. Not Bristow. I gave them the alias Kate Jones instead." The older man's eyes were brimming with tears. "I knew she was using me. Just let me stay tonight. I'll meet you tomorrow to go see Weiss, okay?"
Sark nodded. He knew that Jack needed the night to say goodbye to his daughter. To start the mourning for his child again, but she wasn't his only child and he knew it. He'd always have Julian.