Title: Daddy's little girl: Bristow vs. Derevko
Summary: Sequel to Daddy's little girl. The Covenant learn of the way things should have been and decide to change things.
Disclaimer: I don't own alias. J.J brings us the entertainment.
Spoiler: Mid season 3, after Full Disclosure
Rating: PG-13
He stood outside her apartment and watched as Sydney Bristow returned from her morning jog. She looked so unhappy, but that was just Monday morning stress. Inside she was a good person, brimming with life and moral. Just the way she was meant to be. Jack had certainly done a good job.
He'd been watching her since she was young; he'd been stuck in the new world after the fountain had not worked. So he lived his life, but checked on her every now and then. He'd also kept watch over Mr. Sark. He hated how Sark repeatedly forced Sydney to bend her morals and tried to break her. He had no idea what could have been, the evil that could have been unleashed to the world.
Daniel Hecht and Francie Calfo are dead, but at least Will is still alive. Dixon hasn't eaten anybody and Jack isn't as hollow as he would have been. This life was as near to perfection as the other had been to hell. The only disappointment in this world was Sark.
The little boy trying to play the dashing and devious spy. If Lazarey had have worked with the CIA he'd be an agent now, as honoured and pure as Sydney Bristow, but he'd changed all that many years ago. This was a second chance and it was a lot better than the first.
He'd had no reason to interrupt Sydney's life, no until now. Now the Covenant was planning something to horrendous to think about. He couldn't let it happen. So he waited until she went inside and then moved in.
He snuck into her apartment and as soon as she had changed for work he jumped her. She fell to the ground, unprepared for the fight and he pinned her down, restraining her hands with handcuffs. His face was covered so she wouldn't know it was him (or the Sark she thought it was) and his accent was American. He was now forty-five years old, but as young as the day he drank the Rhambaldi water.
"Stop struggling." He ordered and pulled her to her feet. He sat her on her couch and stood opposite her. "I have information for you about the covenant's latest plan."
She looked interested now. "Who are you?"
"That isn't important. You know of Rhambaldi's work. Well he created something that allowed for two things. The first was immortality and the second was time travel." He explained. She didn't look amused, but wasn't ready to dismiss the man immediately. "I underwent both. I changed time to stop a grave thing happening. With my blood and the Francium that Rhambaldi had collected your mother created the elixir of youth, certain events in that life had meant you had helped her..."
"I would never help that woman!" Sydney objected. He rolled his eyes.
"Let me finish. Sydney, in that life time your mother took you with her to Russia. Your father thought you were dead. He still became a CIA double and worked with another CIA agent in SD-6, me. But Sloane brought Irina and you into SD-6. With my blood they became immortal, killed Jack and tried to get me to help them, but before Jack died he told me how to stop it. So I went back and made it so that you talked to me while your mother packed to leave. You never went downstairs to see her and you never became known as the 'assassin'. I've watched you since the day your mother left. Jack's done a good job. You turned out extraordinary."
Sydney was speechless. She refused to believe it, but the memory of a young man in her room haunted her. She'd never known whether she'd just dreamt it and there was no way this stranger could no everything unless he was telling the truth.
"So I was bad, then you changed everything. So who are you?" She couldn't remember the man's face, but she'd always felt a familiarity around a certain fair-haired man, like they'd met before.
"I can't tell you that Sydney. The Covenant has found a way to use the fountain to bring the bad you to this life. I don't mean to offend you, you are nothing like her, but if that bitch comes here then the world is doomed. She can't be killed and she has no morals or ethics..." He paused. "She killed a lot of people just in the short time I knew her."
"Who?" Sydney demanded.
"A doctor who treated her...Daniel Hecht, a reporter and his wife, Will and Francie Tippin and Michael Vaughn, but he was a bad man too, he'd left the CIA and turned free lance. You also killed Dixon's wife a while before you turned up at SD-6, then when he threatened you you led him to believe he was eating his children...but in fact it was Will."
Sydney was pale and shook her head. "I couldn't not Danny or Vaughn...Will and Francie...Diane...No!" She shook her head.
He nodded and took out his gun. "I thought you'd say that." She looked at the gun and her eyes grew wide, he was going to kill her. The unidentified mad man was going to kill her in her own home.
He turned the gun on himself and pulled the trigger. The bullet went clear into his aorta and he bled into his chest cavity. He fell to the ground and bled all over her carpet. She struggled to get the cuffs off and screamed for help, but no one came. She managed to fall onto the floor next to his lifeless body and took the keys from his hand. She undid the cuffs and ran to her phone. She needed to call her father. He'd help, he always did.
"Please put the phone down." He ordered as he lay on the ground the wound in his chest healing before her eyes. She dropped it with fright. He was alive! It wasn't a trick! He was immortal and everything was real. The whole horrible tale was true.
He agreed to talk to Dixon and Jack and explain his story again. The director was mortified after he'd finished. He sat on Syd's couch with his head in his hands. "The Covenant wants to bring this woman to our time?" He gasped. "And she's immortal, like you?" He nodded. "So who are you?"
"Director Dixon do you still have agents tracking Julian Sark?" He asked.
"Sark? Yes. Why?"
"Ask for conformation that Julian Sark is in deed in sight and definitely himself." The immortal ordered. After Dixon had conformation the stranger nodded. "I was a double at SD-6, I guess Sydney and I were the opposite of who we are in this life. Jack treated me like a son." Jack raised an eyebrow at the comment. "And here I am...well, you know what I'm like."
He removed the ski mask he was wearing and all three CIA operatives gasped. Sark sat before them; he looked different though, besides his hair still being long his eyes were different the usually ice-cold stare was warm and caring.
The man who sat before them was definitely not the Sark they knew. Jack looked strangely at him. "I accepted you as a son? The man who has plagued my daughter's life for almost four years? The man who worked for Irina and..."
"Dad." Sydney interrupted. "He's not the Sark we know. Look at his eyes. He's faking that warmth, Sark isn't that good. I believe him. We know he's immortal. I saw his wound heal myself."
Dixon looked down at his hands as he spoke. "Then the Covenant really is going to bring the other Sydney here." Dixon hadn't said what was on all of their minds, but Julian did.
"She can't be killed, so we have to stop them before she comes here. Otherwise, you will all know what pure evil is. It will make my other self seem harmless."
Walking into the CIA briefing room Vaughn, Lauren, Marshall and Weiss froze. As well as Sydney, Jack and Dixon, Sark sat at the table.
"Please. Sit down." Dixon ordered as they all began to demand a reason for Sark's presence. They obediently sat and waited for an explanation. Julian told his tale once more and the others sat disbelievingly. "Have you all lost your senses?" Vaughn objected. "Sark is pulling some trick and you're all buying it. I mean Syd could never be how he described her, not in a million years."
"Vaughn, he is immortal, I watched him die and come back to life. He is not the Sark we know, just look at his eyes. There's actually a decent soul in there." Sydney argued.
Vaughn couldn't argue that the man before him looked different to how he was normally, but it could still be a trick. He nodded in agreement with Sydney. "He looks different, but I'm still not convinced."
"That doesn't matter." Julian objected. "The only thing that matters is we stop the Covenant bringing Sydney Derevko to this existence."
"When do they plan to do it?" Weiss asked. "If it's all true, when would it go down?" Julian smiled as he noticed his former handler.
"Weiss, it's good to see you are still the good man you were and intuitive. I believe they will do it within the next forty eight hours, maybe less if they can get everything prepared."
"So I was still a good guy?" Weiss smiled smugly, glancing at Vaughn. Julian nodded.
"You were my handler while I was at SD-6, unfortunately you were the one who introduced Jack and I to Michael Vaughn. Now, I think Sydney and myself should do some recon work on the location the Covenant are making the preparations."
"Why you and Syd?" Vaughn interrupted. Julian rolled his eyes; agent Vaughn wasn't taking this too well.
"Agent Vaughn, I know your connections to Agent Bristow, but I assure you I am doing this for everyone's benefits. I have spent almost forty years keeping watch over Sydney. I made a promise to change things so she had some sort of better life and I will not hurt her. If this situation had not arisen I wouldn't dream of telling you all this, but I have no choice." Julian rose to his feet. "But, if it will help, you may accompany us. We'll have to go in tonight."
Sark stood next to Cole as they watched the final preparations being added to the Rhambaldi device they'd built in the middle of the warehouse. Sark wasn't convinced that this machine could do what Cole said. A psychic who worked within the Covenant had told Cole of a past life he remembered living and the events that had happened.
The Covenant couldn't convert Sydney Bristow to aid them, but they could easily acquire Sydney Derevko to assist them. Sark had found the tale amusing but doubted its authenticity.
He did not believe that he had been as angelic and moral as Sydney and she had been a cold-blooded assassin, or that he had pass up the chance to be immortal and have the world at his beck and call.
He had been told that his previous self going back in time and changing two events had changed it so that their life was now happening. Sydney stayed with Jack and his father didn't defect to help the CIA until he aided Sydney.
Cole grinned as the last piece was welded to the machine. It looked like a large metal alter surrounded by columns of metal with tubes of a strange liquid running around it and into a wooden casket.
There was only one more thing needed to complete the machine. Sark. He removed his dress shirt and lay down on the metal alter, the cold metal stinging his back. A needle was inserted into his arm and his blood was pumped through the tubes of liquid. The liquid, he had been told was one Rhambaldi had invented to tear the fabric of time. He had seen the change that Julian would make and had provided a chance for him to change it if it did not work the way he wanted it to.
Sark doubted he had intended it to be used to bring forth the evil that was Sydney Derevko. Cole had told him otherwise. Saying that Rhambaldi had anticipated it, but the CIA was too blind to see it.
As Sark's blood ran through the machine sparks of electricity flew around the metal and he was convinced he'd be electrocuted. Cole stood in front of the alter, his eyes wide with hope and anticipation.
"This woman shall possess unseen marks. Signs that she will be the one to bring forth my works. Bind them with fury. A burning anger, unless prevented. At Vulgar cost this woman will render the greatest power unto utter desolation. This woman without pretence, will have had her effect, never having seen the beauty of my sky behind Mt. Subasio. Perhaps a single glance would have quelled her fire." Cole shouted as the electricity crackled and the air began to burn. The lights blew and the only light available was from the crackling energy around the machine.
Sark couldn't keep back a grin. Sydney had failed. She had never stopped the prophecy coming true. She may have seen the sky behind Mt. Subasio, but Sydney Derevko, a woman identical to her, except for the rage that burned through her, had never seen it.
The machine stopped suddenly and Sark was able to weakly pull the needle from his arm. Over a pint and a half of his blood had been removed and he felt too lightheaded to stand. So he lay on the altar in the dark as the others around him rushed to get the lights back on.
When they did the light was somewhat dimmed by the cloud of smoke that hung in the warehouse. Cole's eyes were almost manic as he looked at the wooden casket. He bit his lip in anticipation and almost jumped for joy when the lid was thrown off and hit a covenant agent. Sark stumbled over to Cole as they watched the figure emerge.
She pulled herself out of the casket and onto the floor of the warehouse. The last thing she remembered was watching Julian go back in time and then everything had went dark. She'd just ceased to be.
She looked over to where two men stood watching her with curious looks on their faces. One she recognised, although his hair was shorter and his eyes seemed fairly darker, it was Julian.
"Julian?" She called out and cautiously stalked towards him. "No. It isn't you. You're not immortal and your soul, it's darker. Not as pure as Julian's." Sark looked to Cole for help.
He extended his hand. "My name is Mckenus Cole. I'm second in charge of the Covenant. An organisation which aims to bring the Rhambaldi prophecy to life. Using Mr. Sark's blood we brought you to our world in order to do just that. We know what Julian did in your time. He changed it so that this existence could happen."
"And this existence, it replaced my own? Julian really did change things? What happened to Julian? Did he return to our time?" She questioned as she sat on the alter, taking in the whole scene.
"He should have went forward in time and joined into the soul of Mr. Sark, but something went wrong, he ended up staying. We believe he may contact your present self to try and stop us, but evidently it's too late." Cole explained. "Now, I'll have an agent take you to the apartment we've set up for you, Mr Sark will accompany you and answer any of your questions."
Sydney and Vaughn held their guns up as they entered the warehouse. Julian was ahead of them and when they heard him shouting they rushed into the main area of the warehouse to find him trashing the place.
He stopped when Sydney placed a hand on his shoulder. There were tears in his eyes as he turned to her. "It's too late. They've done it and everything I've done to make this world better has failed. They've unleashed her onto it. We're doomed."
Summary: Sequel to Daddy's little girl. The Covenant learn of the way things should have been and decide to change things.
Disclaimer: I don't own alias. J.J brings us the entertainment.
Spoiler: Mid season 3, after Full Disclosure
Rating: PG-13
He stood outside her apartment and watched as Sydney Bristow returned from her morning jog. She looked so unhappy, but that was just Monday morning stress. Inside she was a good person, brimming with life and moral. Just the way she was meant to be. Jack had certainly done a good job.
He'd been watching her since she was young; he'd been stuck in the new world after the fountain had not worked. So he lived his life, but checked on her every now and then. He'd also kept watch over Mr. Sark. He hated how Sark repeatedly forced Sydney to bend her morals and tried to break her. He had no idea what could have been, the evil that could have been unleashed to the world.
Daniel Hecht and Francie Calfo are dead, but at least Will is still alive. Dixon hasn't eaten anybody and Jack isn't as hollow as he would have been. This life was as near to perfection as the other had been to hell. The only disappointment in this world was Sark.
The little boy trying to play the dashing and devious spy. If Lazarey had have worked with the CIA he'd be an agent now, as honoured and pure as Sydney Bristow, but he'd changed all that many years ago. This was a second chance and it was a lot better than the first.
He'd had no reason to interrupt Sydney's life, no until now. Now the Covenant was planning something to horrendous to think about. He couldn't let it happen. So he waited until she went inside and then moved in.
He snuck into her apartment and as soon as she had changed for work he jumped her. She fell to the ground, unprepared for the fight and he pinned her down, restraining her hands with handcuffs. His face was covered so she wouldn't know it was him (or the Sark she thought it was) and his accent was American. He was now forty-five years old, but as young as the day he drank the Rhambaldi water.
"Stop struggling." He ordered and pulled her to her feet. He sat her on her couch and stood opposite her. "I have information for you about the covenant's latest plan."
She looked interested now. "Who are you?"
"That isn't important. You know of Rhambaldi's work. Well he created something that allowed for two things. The first was immortality and the second was time travel." He explained. She didn't look amused, but wasn't ready to dismiss the man immediately. "I underwent both. I changed time to stop a grave thing happening. With my blood and the Francium that Rhambaldi had collected your mother created the elixir of youth, certain events in that life had meant you had helped her..."
"I would never help that woman!" Sydney objected. He rolled his eyes.
"Let me finish. Sydney, in that life time your mother took you with her to Russia. Your father thought you were dead. He still became a CIA double and worked with another CIA agent in SD-6, me. But Sloane brought Irina and you into SD-6. With my blood they became immortal, killed Jack and tried to get me to help them, but before Jack died he told me how to stop it. So I went back and made it so that you talked to me while your mother packed to leave. You never went downstairs to see her and you never became known as the 'assassin'. I've watched you since the day your mother left. Jack's done a good job. You turned out extraordinary."
Sydney was speechless. She refused to believe it, but the memory of a young man in her room haunted her. She'd never known whether she'd just dreamt it and there was no way this stranger could no everything unless he was telling the truth.
"So I was bad, then you changed everything. So who are you?" She couldn't remember the man's face, but she'd always felt a familiarity around a certain fair-haired man, like they'd met before.
"I can't tell you that Sydney. The Covenant has found a way to use the fountain to bring the bad you to this life. I don't mean to offend you, you are nothing like her, but if that bitch comes here then the world is doomed. She can't be killed and she has no morals or ethics..." He paused. "She killed a lot of people just in the short time I knew her."
"Who?" Sydney demanded.
"A doctor who treated her...Daniel Hecht, a reporter and his wife, Will and Francie Tippin and Michael Vaughn, but he was a bad man too, he'd left the CIA and turned free lance. You also killed Dixon's wife a while before you turned up at SD-6, then when he threatened you you led him to believe he was eating his children...but in fact it was Will."
Sydney was pale and shook her head. "I couldn't not Danny or Vaughn...Will and Francie...Diane...No!" She shook her head.
He nodded and took out his gun. "I thought you'd say that." She looked at the gun and her eyes grew wide, he was going to kill her. The unidentified mad man was going to kill her in her own home.
He turned the gun on himself and pulled the trigger. The bullet went clear into his aorta and he bled into his chest cavity. He fell to the ground and bled all over her carpet. She struggled to get the cuffs off and screamed for help, but no one came. She managed to fall onto the floor next to his lifeless body and took the keys from his hand. She undid the cuffs and ran to her phone. She needed to call her father. He'd help, he always did.
"Please put the phone down." He ordered as he lay on the ground the wound in his chest healing before her eyes. She dropped it with fright. He was alive! It wasn't a trick! He was immortal and everything was real. The whole horrible tale was true.
He agreed to talk to Dixon and Jack and explain his story again. The director was mortified after he'd finished. He sat on Syd's couch with his head in his hands. "The Covenant wants to bring this woman to our time?" He gasped. "And she's immortal, like you?" He nodded. "So who are you?"
"Director Dixon do you still have agents tracking Julian Sark?" He asked.
"Sark? Yes. Why?"
"Ask for conformation that Julian Sark is in deed in sight and definitely himself." The immortal ordered. After Dixon had conformation the stranger nodded. "I was a double at SD-6, I guess Sydney and I were the opposite of who we are in this life. Jack treated me like a son." Jack raised an eyebrow at the comment. "And here I am...well, you know what I'm like."
He removed the ski mask he was wearing and all three CIA operatives gasped. Sark sat before them; he looked different though, besides his hair still being long his eyes were different the usually ice-cold stare was warm and caring.
The man who sat before them was definitely not the Sark they knew. Jack looked strangely at him. "I accepted you as a son? The man who has plagued my daughter's life for almost four years? The man who worked for Irina and..."
"Dad." Sydney interrupted. "He's not the Sark we know. Look at his eyes. He's faking that warmth, Sark isn't that good. I believe him. We know he's immortal. I saw his wound heal myself."
Dixon looked down at his hands as he spoke. "Then the Covenant really is going to bring the other Sydney here." Dixon hadn't said what was on all of their minds, but Julian did.
"She can't be killed, so we have to stop them before she comes here. Otherwise, you will all know what pure evil is. It will make my other self seem harmless."
Walking into the CIA briefing room Vaughn, Lauren, Marshall and Weiss froze. As well as Sydney, Jack and Dixon, Sark sat at the table.
"Please. Sit down." Dixon ordered as they all began to demand a reason for Sark's presence. They obediently sat and waited for an explanation. Julian told his tale once more and the others sat disbelievingly. "Have you all lost your senses?" Vaughn objected. "Sark is pulling some trick and you're all buying it. I mean Syd could never be how he described her, not in a million years."
"Vaughn, he is immortal, I watched him die and come back to life. He is not the Sark we know, just look at his eyes. There's actually a decent soul in there." Sydney argued.
Vaughn couldn't argue that the man before him looked different to how he was normally, but it could still be a trick. He nodded in agreement with Sydney. "He looks different, but I'm still not convinced."
"That doesn't matter." Julian objected. "The only thing that matters is we stop the Covenant bringing Sydney Derevko to this existence."
"When do they plan to do it?" Weiss asked. "If it's all true, when would it go down?" Julian smiled as he noticed his former handler.
"Weiss, it's good to see you are still the good man you were and intuitive. I believe they will do it within the next forty eight hours, maybe less if they can get everything prepared."
"So I was still a good guy?" Weiss smiled smugly, glancing at Vaughn. Julian nodded.
"You were my handler while I was at SD-6, unfortunately you were the one who introduced Jack and I to Michael Vaughn. Now, I think Sydney and myself should do some recon work on the location the Covenant are making the preparations."
"Why you and Syd?" Vaughn interrupted. Julian rolled his eyes; agent Vaughn wasn't taking this too well.
"Agent Vaughn, I know your connections to Agent Bristow, but I assure you I am doing this for everyone's benefits. I have spent almost forty years keeping watch over Sydney. I made a promise to change things so she had some sort of better life and I will not hurt her. If this situation had not arisen I wouldn't dream of telling you all this, but I have no choice." Julian rose to his feet. "But, if it will help, you may accompany us. We'll have to go in tonight."
Sark stood next to Cole as they watched the final preparations being added to the Rhambaldi device they'd built in the middle of the warehouse. Sark wasn't convinced that this machine could do what Cole said. A psychic who worked within the Covenant had told Cole of a past life he remembered living and the events that had happened.
The Covenant couldn't convert Sydney Bristow to aid them, but they could easily acquire Sydney Derevko to assist them. Sark had found the tale amusing but doubted its authenticity.
He did not believe that he had been as angelic and moral as Sydney and she had been a cold-blooded assassin, or that he had pass up the chance to be immortal and have the world at his beck and call.
He had been told that his previous self going back in time and changing two events had changed it so that their life was now happening. Sydney stayed with Jack and his father didn't defect to help the CIA until he aided Sydney.
Cole grinned as the last piece was welded to the machine. It looked like a large metal alter surrounded by columns of metal with tubes of a strange liquid running around it and into a wooden casket.
There was only one more thing needed to complete the machine. Sark. He removed his dress shirt and lay down on the metal alter, the cold metal stinging his back. A needle was inserted into his arm and his blood was pumped through the tubes of liquid. The liquid, he had been told was one Rhambaldi had invented to tear the fabric of time. He had seen the change that Julian would make and had provided a chance for him to change it if it did not work the way he wanted it to.
Sark doubted he had intended it to be used to bring forth the evil that was Sydney Derevko. Cole had told him otherwise. Saying that Rhambaldi had anticipated it, but the CIA was too blind to see it.
As Sark's blood ran through the machine sparks of electricity flew around the metal and he was convinced he'd be electrocuted. Cole stood in front of the alter, his eyes wide with hope and anticipation.
"This woman shall possess unseen marks. Signs that she will be the one to bring forth my works. Bind them with fury. A burning anger, unless prevented. At Vulgar cost this woman will render the greatest power unto utter desolation. This woman without pretence, will have had her effect, never having seen the beauty of my sky behind Mt. Subasio. Perhaps a single glance would have quelled her fire." Cole shouted as the electricity crackled and the air began to burn. The lights blew and the only light available was from the crackling energy around the machine.
Sark couldn't keep back a grin. Sydney had failed. She had never stopped the prophecy coming true. She may have seen the sky behind Mt. Subasio, but Sydney Derevko, a woman identical to her, except for the rage that burned through her, had never seen it.
The machine stopped suddenly and Sark was able to weakly pull the needle from his arm. Over a pint and a half of his blood had been removed and he felt too lightheaded to stand. So he lay on the altar in the dark as the others around him rushed to get the lights back on.
When they did the light was somewhat dimmed by the cloud of smoke that hung in the warehouse. Cole's eyes were almost manic as he looked at the wooden casket. He bit his lip in anticipation and almost jumped for joy when the lid was thrown off and hit a covenant agent. Sark stumbled over to Cole as they watched the figure emerge.
She pulled herself out of the casket and onto the floor of the warehouse. The last thing she remembered was watching Julian go back in time and then everything had went dark. She'd just ceased to be.
She looked over to where two men stood watching her with curious looks on their faces. One she recognised, although his hair was shorter and his eyes seemed fairly darker, it was Julian.
"Julian?" She called out and cautiously stalked towards him. "No. It isn't you. You're not immortal and your soul, it's darker. Not as pure as Julian's." Sark looked to Cole for help.
He extended his hand. "My name is Mckenus Cole. I'm second in charge of the Covenant. An organisation which aims to bring the Rhambaldi prophecy to life. Using Mr. Sark's blood we brought you to our world in order to do just that. We know what Julian did in your time. He changed it so that this existence could happen."
"And this existence, it replaced my own? Julian really did change things? What happened to Julian? Did he return to our time?" She questioned as she sat on the alter, taking in the whole scene.
"He should have went forward in time and joined into the soul of Mr. Sark, but something went wrong, he ended up staying. We believe he may contact your present self to try and stop us, but evidently it's too late." Cole explained. "Now, I'll have an agent take you to the apartment we've set up for you, Mr Sark will accompany you and answer any of your questions."
Sydney and Vaughn held their guns up as they entered the warehouse. Julian was ahead of them and when they heard him shouting they rushed into the main area of the warehouse to find him trashing the place.
He stopped when Sydney placed a hand on his shoulder. There were tears in his eyes as he turned to her. "It's too late. They've done it and everything I've done to make this world better has failed. They've unleashed her onto it. We're doomed."