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.
Rating: R (Violence and disturbing scenes)
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 Seven
Sydney pulled on the trousers she'd been wearing last night and tucked in her hospital gown. As she was about to leave her room a doctor walked in and she had to dive back into bed.
"Hi, Miss Derevko. I'm your doctor. I was the one who fixed you arm. Your father said you were making dinner when the knife slipped and you stabbed yourself, is this true?"
She laughed at the concern on his face. "If you're suggesting 'daddy' had anything to do with this then you're not very intelligent. I don't let any man hurt me, especially not an old fool like him."
He sat down on the edge of the bed. "You and your father don't get on?"
"What you're a shrink in your spare time too? Look, I only met him a few days ago, okay? Now if you don't mind I have work to do." She got out of bed and tried to walk out but he blocked her way.
"Excuse me..." She looked at his tag. "Doctor Hecht, but that is a very bad idea."
"Your not fit to leave." He argued. "You need to be observed for a day, or two. You lost a lot of blood."
She pushed herself closer to him and turned on her siren charm. "How about you let me go and we go for dinner tonight?" He pulled away from her and pressed a button on his pager to call security.
"I don't think you're my time. I've just got this feeling that you're not a very good person." He argued. "Now this is your last warning, get into bed!"
She nodded then grabbed his neck. With one quick yank it was broken and all the life escaped from the young Doctor Hecht. "Shame, you were cute." She left his body to be discovered by the security officers.
"Oh no," One of them ran out of the room and began to vomit his stomach content. The other one got on his radio.
"Doctor Daniel Hecht is dead, I repeat, doctor Hecht has been murdered. Call the cops."
Sydney jumped a woman her size and stole her clothing. The jeans were a little baggy, but they'd do for now. She didn't care that the police would know it was her that killed the man. In three days time her mother's dream would come true and Sydney would be fine. No police would dare come near her.
She sat down in the restaurant her father had taken her to and ordered a coffee. The woman nervously served her and a moment later a young man walked over to her.
"Excuse me, is your name Sydney?" He asked as he took a seat opposite her.
"That depends, who are you?" She sneered.
He handed her a business card. "Will Tippin, top journalist of..."
"I've heard of you Mr. Tippin. You're soon to be an editor aren't you?"
"Yes, but I need to talk to you. Francie said you were Jack Bristow's daughter? Is that true?"
She nodded. Why was everyone so interested in Jack's daughter? "Sydney Derevko." She held out her hand, which he shook, but his clammy palm told her he was nervous.
"Jack has only ever had one daughter." He showed her a clipping of a newspaper article about the death of Sydney Anne Bristow. "Why would he have a child of the same age and name her Sydney Anne Derevko?"
"I took my mother's name, Derevko. My birthday is three months after Sydney's and it was my mother who named me. If that's all..." She rose to leave, but like the doctor he blocked her path.
"I checked you out when Francie mentioned you. Your birth certificate has you born in Russia, but you don't show up on the September 1975 census, you would have been two months old. In fact there's no solid record of you until you were six. I've been investigating the death of Sydney Bristow since I became a writer. You know what I think? I think that two women now working for the Credit Dauphine, Sydney Anne and Irina Derevko are really Sydney Anne and Laura Bristow..." She pushed him away viciously.
"You should be careful with your accusations Mr. Tippin. Maybe on day you'll wake up in a crack house, shot up with heroin, just before the cops raid and you're shining career will go down the drain." She threatened.
"Yeah, that sounds likely." He wasn't backing down. "Jack said to drop the story too, which I will, for now, but only because I've got a murder to report. A doctor Daniel Hecht, he was murdered by a Kate Jones and I will find out the truth. About you and Jack. It's only a matter of time." He left her and went over to Francie who was nervously shooting glances her way.
"Yes, I'm afraid it is, Mr. Tippin."
It was after ten when Will locked the door to the restaurant and went into the kitchen to help Francie tidy up. As they laughed and joked they heard a noise outside in the dining area. "Stay here." Will whispered and went out to check it out. With the silencer on the gun no one heard the shot that caught in the centre of her forehead and caused Francie to drop to the floor.
When Will came back in he saw her body lying there and tears filled his eyes. "Oh god, Francie." He rushed to his wife's side and checked for a pulse. There was nothing and her body was already cold.
"I warned you Mr. Tippin." The last thing that he saw as his life was stolen was the look of sheer pleasure on her face as Sydney fired. She didn't kill for money, or power, or revenge. She killed because she could and she liked it.
She put the gun in Will's hand and left only his prints on it. She'd shot him where it could look like suicide and then she left the dead newly weds on the cold floor that began to be coated in blood.
Sure enough the next day Tippin's own paper had a story about Will's 'break down' due to his 'over worked and over stressed state of life'. She watched as Jack's eyes scanned his own paper and smiled at the pain and loss that was visible on his face. Francie and Will had been his friends; she wondered what he'd do if he knew his little Sydney had murdered them.
Jack left SD-6 with Sark in tow and slammed his fist into the first wall he came across in the parking lot. "That sadist killed them Julian!" He roared. "I swear I'll kill her. Then I'll bury her in her memorial grave!"
"Jack!" Sark shouted impatiently. "Sloane is starting the device tomorrow. We have to be gone by then. It's our only chance at survival. We're to meet Weiss's friend in an hour. Revenge isn't worth your life..."
To Sydney, however it was. She drove to her destination and when she knocked on the door everything was perfect. He wasn't in.
"Do you think I could come in and wait for him?" She asked the girl who answered. She looked warily at Sydney. "It's okay, I work with your dad at the bank." The young girl let her in at that and she smiled at the younger boy who came to investigate the mystery visitor. He smiled back and Sydney allowed him to lead her into the kitchen where they were baking.
When Marcus Dixon returned home he smelt the rich aroma of cinnamon cookies. "Mmm. Something smells good." He called out, but neither of his children called back to him. He found a note on the kitchen door in his daughter's handwriting that said "Dad, gone to grandma's, a colleague form the bank came round, but left. There are cookies on the counter. See you soon."
He opened the door and gasped at the scene that lay before his eyes. They'd even cleaned the kitchen after them. He beamed, knowing he was coping without Diana. He took a large bite of one of the cookies and tasted a strange taste. Cinnamon and...? What was that taste? Some sort of new flavouring? He took another bite. They didn't taste exactly wonderful so he threw the remains of it in the bin to make his children think he'd eaten it. Then he noticed the stew on the hob and warmed some up in the microwave and ate two bowls of it energetically, it tasted strange, but he was starved and then he cut a slice of what appeared to be pumpkin pie, but he dropped the knife and started screaming hysterically as he saw what was inside. He could see clearly his daughter's locket wrapped around a human heart.
"What's wrong Dixon? Don't like your meal?" Sydney laughed as she held the gun aimed at him. "You might not have liked the pie, but you certainly downed the stew. I guess your son was your favourite child?"
He ran to the stew and found small bits of boiled flesh inside it. " Ohgodohgodhogod!" He began puking up and his face was soaked in tears. "You sadistic bitch!" She smiled and shot where he sat slumped on the ground. She deliberately missed by an inch.
"I'm not gonna' kill you Dixon, but now you know why you should never threaten me!" She took a cookie and threw it at him. "Mmm, Cinnamon and copper." When Dixon inhaled he smelt the tang of copper fill the air. He should have smelt it before; it was the pungent smell of blood.
Sydney left the broken man crying on the floor and left his own gun beside him. "Maybe you shouldn't think about using that." She shouted as she left, "after all, I doubt your kids would want to see their father's body when they get home."
He darted to the phone and when his mother answered her wailed down the phone. "Are the kids there? Are they safe? They are? Oh thank god...no, I'm fine...do you think they could stay with you tonight? I'm not feeling so good."
Sydney dumped the carrier bag that had bits of will Tippin in it in the trash can and grinned. "You've been invaluable to me Will, but I think the morgue will be missing you."
Chapter Seven
Sydney pulled on the trousers she'd been wearing last night and tucked in her hospital gown. As she was about to leave her room a doctor walked in and she had to dive back into bed.
"Hi, Miss Derevko. I'm your doctor. I was the one who fixed you arm. Your father said you were making dinner when the knife slipped and you stabbed yourself, is this true?"
She laughed at the concern on his face. "If you're suggesting 'daddy' had anything to do with this then you're not very intelligent. I don't let any man hurt me, especially not an old fool like him."
He sat down on the edge of the bed. "You and your father don't get on?"
"What you're a shrink in your spare time too? Look, I only met him a few days ago, okay? Now if you don't mind I have work to do." She got out of bed and tried to walk out but he blocked her way.
"Excuse me..." She looked at his tag. "Doctor Hecht, but that is a very bad idea."
"Your not fit to leave." He argued. "You need to be observed for a day, or two. You lost a lot of blood."
She pushed herself closer to him and turned on her siren charm. "How about you let me go and we go for dinner tonight?" He pulled away from her and pressed a button on his pager to call security.
"I don't think you're my time. I've just got this feeling that you're not a very good person." He argued. "Now this is your last warning, get into bed!"
She nodded then grabbed his neck. With one quick yank it was broken and all the life escaped from the young Doctor Hecht. "Shame, you were cute." She left his body to be discovered by the security officers.
"Oh no," One of them ran out of the room and began to vomit his stomach content. The other one got on his radio.
"Doctor Daniel Hecht is dead, I repeat, doctor Hecht has been murdered. Call the cops."
Sydney jumped a woman her size and stole her clothing. The jeans were a little baggy, but they'd do for now. She didn't care that the police would know it was her that killed the man. In three days time her mother's dream would come true and Sydney would be fine. No police would dare come near her.
She sat down in the restaurant her father had taken her to and ordered a coffee. The woman nervously served her and a moment later a young man walked over to her.
"Excuse me, is your name Sydney?" He asked as he took a seat opposite her.
"That depends, who are you?" She sneered.
He handed her a business card. "Will Tippin, top journalist of..."
"I've heard of you Mr. Tippin. You're soon to be an editor aren't you?"
"Yes, but I need to talk to you. Francie said you were Jack Bristow's daughter? Is that true?"
She nodded. Why was everyone so interested in Jack's daughter? "Sydney Derevko." She held out her hand, which he shook, but his clammy palm told her he was nervous.
"Jack has only ever had one daughter." He showed her a clipping of a newspaper article about the death of Sydney Anne Bristow. "Why would he have a child of the same age and name her Sydney Anne Derevko?"
"I took my mother's name, Derevko. My birthday is three months after Sydney's and it was my mother who named me. If that's all..." She rose to leave, but like the doctor he blocked her path.
"I checked you out when Francie mentioned you. Your birth certificate has you born in Russia, but you don't show up on the September 1975 census, you would have been two months old. In fact there's no solid record of you until you were six. I've been investigating the death of Sydney Bristow since I became a writer. You know what I think? I think that two women now working for the Credit Dauphine, Sydney Anne and Irina Derevko are really Sydney Anne and Laura Bristow..." She pushed him away viciously.
"You should be careful with your accusations Mr. Tippin. Maybe on day you'll wake up in a crack house, shot up with heroin, just before the cops raid and you're shining career will go down the drain." She threatened.
"Yeah, that sounds likely." He wasn't backing down. "Jack said to drop the story too, which I will, for now, but only because I've got a murder to report. A doctor Daniel Hecht, he was murdered by a Kate Jones and I will find out the truth. About you and Jack. It's only a matter of time." He left her and went over to Francie who was nervously shooting glances her way.
"Yes, I'm afraid it is, Mr. Tippin."
It was after ten when Will locked the door to the restaurant and went into the kitchen to help Francie tidy up. As they laughed and joked they heard a noise outside in the dining area. "Stay here." Will whispered and went out to check it out. With the silencer on the gun no one heard the shot that caught in the centre of her forehead and caused Francie to drop to the floor.
When Will came back in he saw her body lying there and tears filled his eyes. "Oh god, Francie." He rushed to his wife's side and checked for a pulse. There was nothing and her body was already cold.
"I warned you Mr. Tippin." The last thing that he saw as his life was stolen was the look of sheer pleasure on her face as Sydney fired. She didn't kill for money, or power, or revenge. She killed because she could and she liked it.
She put the gun in Will's hand and left only his prints on it. She'd shot him where it could look like suicide and then she left the dead newly weds on the cold floor that began to be coated in blood.
Sure enough the next day Tippin's own paper had a story about Will's 'break down' due to his 'over worked and over stressed state of life'. She watched as Jack's eyes scanned his own paper and smiled at the pain and loss that was visible on his face. Francie and Will had been his friends; she wondered what he'd do if he knew his little Sydney had murdered them.
Jack left SD-6 with Sark in tow and slammed his fist into the first wall he came across in the parking lot. "That sadist killed them Julian!" He roared. "I swear I'll kill her. Then I'll bury her in her memorial grave!"
"Jack!" Sark shouted impatiently. "Sloane is starting the device tomorrow. We have to be gone by then. It's our only chance at survival. We're to meet Weiss's friend in an hour. Revenge isn't worth your life..."
To Sydney, however it was. She drove to her destination and when she knocked on the door everything was perfect. He wasn't in.
"Do you think I could come in and wait for him?" She asked the girl who answered. She looked warily at Sydney. "It's okay, I work with your dad at the bank." The young girl let her in at that and she smiled at the younger boy who came to investigate the mystery visitor. He smiled back and Sydney allowed him to lead her into the kitchen where they were baking.
When Marcus Dixon returned home he smelt the rich aroma of cinnamon cookies. "Mmm. Something smells good." He called out, but neither of his children called back to him. He found a note on the kitchen door in his daughter's handwriting that said "Dad, gone to grandma's, a colleague form the bank came round, but left. There are cookies on the counter. See you soon."
He opened the door and gasped at the scene that lay before his eyes. They'd even cleaned the kitchen after them. He beamed, knowing he was coping without Diana. He took a large bite of one of the cookies and tasted a strange taste. Cinnamon and...? What was that taste? Some sort of new flavouring? He took another bite. They didn't taste exactly wonderful so he threw the remains of it in the bin to make his children think he'd eaten it. Then he noticed the stew on the hob and warmed some up in the microwave and ate two bowls of it energetically, it tasted strange, but he was starved and then he cut a slice of what appeared to be pumpkin pie, but he dropped the knife and started screaming hysterically as he saw what was inside. He could see clearly his daughter's locket wrapped around a human heart.
"What's wrong Dixon? Don't like your meal?" Sydney laughed as she held the gun aimed at him. "You might not have liked the pie, but you certainly downed the stew. I guess your son was your favourite child?"
He ran to the stew and found small bits of boiled flesh inside it. " Ohgodohgodhogod!" He began puking up and his face was soaked in tears. "You sadistic bitch!" She smiled and shot where he sat slumped on the ground. She deliberately missed by an inch.
"I'm not gonna' kill you Dixon, but now you know why you should never threaten me!" She took a cookie and threw it at him. "Mmm, Cinnamon and copper." When Dixon inhaled he smelt the tang of copper fill the air. He should have smelt it before; it was the pungent smell of blood.
Sydney left the broken man crying on the floor and left his own gun beside him. "Maybe you shouldn't think about using that." She shouted as she left, "after all, I doubt your kids would want to see their father's body when they get home."
He darted to the phone and when his mother answered her wailed down the phone. "Are the kids there? Are they safe? They are? Oh thank god...no, I'm fine...do you think they could stay with you tonight? I'm not feeling so good."
Sydney dumped the carrier bag that had bits of will Tippin in it in the trash can and grinned. "You've been invaluable to me Will, but I think the morgue will be missing you."