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: PG-13
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 Eight
Sark and Jack sat patiently in the warehouse that they were to meet Weiss's contact. Apparently the man was ex CIA, but had quit just before Sark was recruited. He arrived at eight and looked CIA in his grey suit and blue tie, with a look of sorrow on his face.
"Agents Bristow and Sark?" He asked as he shook their hands. "My name is Tomas Contera. I have a plane booked to take us out of the country tonight. Gather your belongings and meet me at this airfield, don't be late."
When he left Jack recognised his face from somewhere. "I've seen that man before, I'm sure of it."
"Perhaps it was at the CIA." Sark suggested. "I'll see you tonight then. Jack, don't do anything stupid, okay? I've already lost one father."
"I promise I'll be there for you Julian, I always am." He had planned to try and convince Sydney to go with them, but he finally accepted that she was the enemy and Sark was his only child now, he needed to be there for him.
They arrived at the airfield and found 'Tomas Contera' waiting by a small plane. "I know you don't I?" Jack asked. "From the CIA." Contera laughed and nodded.
"Well done Jack. I doubted my alias would fool you."
The man's comments clicked everything into place in Jack's mind. "You had a nervous breakdown after you watched your team members blow up in a warehouse. You were supposed to disarm the bomb, but Marcus Dixon fired a secondary detonator..."
"Why do you think I had his wife killed? It was payback. Actually it was quite lucky. It's how I met my associates." Irina and Sydney emerged from the shadows with their guns aimed at them. Sydney disarmed them as Irina and Contera held them at bay with their guns.
"Two years of living a lie must be hard...Michael." Jack shouted as they were tied with rope. Michael Vaughn laughed.
"It was worth it. Tonight I get immortality and I can be with your daughter forever."
"Yeah, right." The sound of a single gunshot filled the night air. Then the sound of Vaughn's body hitting the ground replaced it.
Irina and Sydney held Jack as Sloane sunk a needle into his arm. The barbiturate acted quickly and he slumped to the ground next to Vaughn's lifeless body. Sark was next and he tried to struggle, but Sydney whacked his head with the butt of her gun and the tranquilliser was no longer necessary. He fell next to Jack and tried to memorize the face of the man he thought of as a father. It was likely he'd never see him again.
Chapter Eight
Sark and Jack sat patiently in the warehouse that they were to meet Weiss's contact. Apparently the man was ex CIA, but had quit just before Sark was recruited. He arrived at eight and looked CIA in his grey suit and blue tie, with a look of sorrow on his face.
"Agents Bristow and Sark?" He asked as he shook their hands. "My name is Tomas Contera. I have a plane booked to take us out of the country tonight. Gather your belongings and meet me at this airfield, don't be late."
When he left Jack recognised his face from somewhere. "I've seen that man before, I'm sure of it."
"Perhaps it was at the CIA." Sark suggested. "I'll see you tonight then. Jack, don't do anything stupid, okay? I've already lost one father."
"I promise I'll be there for you Julian, I always am." He had planned to try and convince Sydney to go with them, but he finally accepted that she was the enemy and Sark was his only child now, he needed to be there for him.
They arrived at the airfield and found 'Tomas Contera' waiting by a small plane. "I know you don't I?" Jack asked. "From the CIA." Contera laughed and nodded.
"Well done Jack. I doubted my alias would fool you."
The man's comments clicked everything into place in Jack's mind. "You had a nervous breakdown after you watched your team members blow up in a warehouse. You were supposed to disarm the bomb, but Marcus Dixon fired a secondary detonator..."
"Why do you think I had his wife killed? It was payback. Actually it was quite lucky. It's how I met my associates." Irina and Sydney emerged from the shadows with their guns aimed at them. Sydney disarmed them as Irina and Contera held them at bay with their guns.
"Two years of living a lie must be hard...Michael." Jack shouted as they were tied with rope. Michael Vaughn laughed.
"It was worth it. Tonight I get immortality and I can be with your daughter forever."
"Yeah, right." The sound of a single gunshot filled the night air. Then the sound of Vaughn's body hitting the ground replaced it.
Irina and Sydney held Jack as Sloane sunk a needle into his arm. The barbiturate acted quickly and he slumped to the ground next to Vaughn's lifeless body. Sark was next and he tried to struggle, but Sydney whacked his head with the butt of her gun and the tranquilliser was no longer necessary. He fell next to Jack and tried to memorize the face of the man he thought of as a father. It was likely he'd never see him again.