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 Nine
Jack opened his eyes and found an invasive darkness surrounding his vision. Ignoring the pain in his stiff muscles he sat up and waited for his vision to adjust to the darkness. When it finally did he found Julian lying a few feet away from him.
"Julian..." He cried out hoarsely. The young man moaned and rolled over to face him. He tried to sit up, but his hands were handcuffed behind his back and any resemblance of movement chaffed the cold metal against his aching wrists.
"Where are we? How long have we been out? Can we get out of..."
"Julian." Jack scorned. "Right now it's a little hard to think. I've just woken up myself. We'll weigh up our situation as soon as possible, but right now we need to rest, just for a moment."
A blinding light pained the eyes of the two men, as the door to the room opened and Jack was able to see they were in some sort of stone room with a wooden door. Irina stood in the doorway, blocking at least some of the light.
"Not long now. It's almost midnight. Then we can begin..."
"It's not a full moon until tomorrow night." Jack objected. Irina laughed at the pitiful man who had no idea of time or place.
"You were out over twenty-four hours. Today is tomorrow, Jack. Not that we'll have to worry about a single tomorrow ever again. Rhambaldi was such an amazing man, but the CIA doesn't know half of what he accomplished. Or who his great, great grandchild is. It's quite an honour to be his descendant Julian and it will be thanks to you that I can accomplish my plan. Tonight is the endgame."
She left them in the dark stone room and Julian's face was contorted with a mixture of confusion and anger. "My father..." He mumbled. "He told me a few days before Sloane came that I came from a great blood line and I would do great things. That's what the manuscript meant when it showed my picture and said I'd render the greatest evil to earth." His features were twisted in pain.
"Jack I-"
"Don't even suggest it!" Jack growled. "There's a reason you're tied up and I'm not-"
"They need me!" Sark objected. "Just like I need you now. You've spent years bringing me up, making me the man I am today."
"Yes. I made you the great Agent Sark. Proud, headstrong and the greatest, selfless, CIA agent. For once in your life be selfish, Julian. Please."
"Jack, please don't make this harder. I have a small pocketknife in my left sock...you know what must be done. It's the only way." The darkness hid his own tears, but Jack's sobs filled the silence.
"Irina left you untied because she thought you were too weak to do what is necessary." He continued. "Prove her wrong. Do what I request, before it's too late."
Jack took the knife and held it in his hands. "You're like a son to me Julian. I can't...I'm sorry, but I can't take the life of the only person in this world who gets me up in the morning. I can't loose you." Jack checked his watch. "Two hours till midnight."
"We don't have any time to waste, please Jack. I don't want to be the reason evil like Sloane, Irina and Sydney are allowed to get their own way. Think of what the Rhambaldi device could do 'render the greatest evil unto the earth'. We've had evil like Hitler and Mussolini, merciless killers that caused genocide. Whatever they do will be greater than that! Think of Dixon and his children, or Marshall and his mother. We have to make the world safe for them. I became a double agent to serve my country. To give my life for the whole world would be the ultimate honour. So use the damn knife and just make it quick! Now Jack!"
He held the knife and examined its blade. It shined in the dim light of the moon that seeped through their stone prison by a small window. Jack's hand travelled to Sark's chest where he aimed the knife directly at Julian's aorta so the blood would all go into his chest cavity and if someone came before midnight they would see no blood.
"Forgive me, son." He whispered and Julian braced for the blow as Jack pulled his arm back and sent the small blade soaring through the air. It connected and Jack let go of the handle. Trembling he slumped onto the floor beside the still form of Julian and began to weep. "I'm so sorry."
Chapter Nine
Jack opened his eyes and found an invasive darkness surrounding his vision. Ignoring the pain in his stiff muscles he sat up and waited for his vision to adjust to the darkness. When it finally did he found Julian lying a few feet away from him.
"Julian..." He cried out hoarsely. The young man moaned and rolled over to face him. He tried to sit up, but his hands were handcuffed behind his back and any resemblance of movement chaffed the cold metal against his aching wrists.
"Where are we? How long have we been out? Can we get out of..."
"Julian." Jack scorned. "Right now it's a little hard to think. I've just woken up myself. We'll weigh up our situation as soon as possible, but right now we need to rest, just for a moment."
A blinding light pained the eyes of the two men, as the door to the room opened and Jack was able to see they were in some sort of stone room with a wooden door. Irina stood in the doorway, blocking at least some of the light.
"Not long now. It's almost midnight. Then we can begin..."
"It's not a full moon until tomorrow night." Jack objected. Irina laughed at the pitiful man who had no idea of time or place.
"You were out over twenty-four hours. Today is tomorrow, Jack. Not that we'll have to worry about a single tomorrow ever again. Rhambaldi was such an amazing man, but the CIA doesn't know half of what he accomplished. Or who his great, great grandchild is. It's quite an honour to be his descendant Julian and it will be thanks to you that I can accomplish my plan. Tonight is the endgame."
She left them in the dark stone room and Julian's face was contorted with a mixture of confusion and anger. "My father..." He mumbled. "He told me a few days before Sloane came that I came from a great blood line and I would do great things. That's what the manuscript meant when it showed my picture and said I'd render the greatest evil to earth." His features were twisted in pain.
"Jack I-"
"Don't even suggest it!" Jack growled. "There's a reason you're tied up and I'm not-"
"They need me!" Sark objected. "Just like I need you now. You've spent years bringing me up, making me the man I am today."
"Yes. I made you the great Agent Sark. Proud, headstrong and the greatest, selfless, CIA agent. For once in your life be selfish, Julian. Please."
"Jack, please don't make this harder. I have a small pocketknife in my left sock...you know what must be done. It's the only way." The darkness hid his own tears, but Jack's sobs filled the silence.
"Irina left you untied because she thought you were too weak to do what is necessary." He continued. "Prove her wrong. Do what I request, before it's too late."
Jack took the knife and held it in his hands. "You're like a son to me Julian. I can't...I'm sorry, but I can't take the life of the only person in this world who gets me up in the morning. I can't loose you." Jack checked his watch. "Two hours till midnight."
"We don't have any time to waste, please Jack. I don't want to be the reason evil like Sloane, Irina and Sydney are allowed to get their own way. Think of what the Rhambaldi device could do 'render the greatest evil unto the earth'. We've had evil like Hitler and Mussolini, merciless killers that caused genocide. Whatever they do will be greater than that! Think of Dixon and his children, or Marshall and his mother. We have to make the world safe for them. I became a double agent to serve my country. To give my life for the whole world would be the ultimate honour. So use the damn knife and just make it quick! Now Jack!"
He held the knife and examined its blade. It shined in the dim light of the moon that seeped through their stone prison by a small window. Jack's hand travelled to Sark's chest where he aimed the knife directly at Julian's aorta so the blood would all go into his chest cavity and if someone came before midnight they would see no blood.
"Forgive me, son." He whispered and Julian braced for the blow as Jack pulled his arm back and sent the small blade soaring through the air. It connected and Jack let go of the handle. Trembling he slumped onto the floor beside the still form of Julian and began to weep. "I'm so sorry."