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

Chapter 2

Collapsing into a nearby armchair Sark held his hand to his head. He was still faint from giving his blood and the looks Sydney kept giving him were starting to piss him off. She sat opposite him on the couch, a small grin on her face.

"It's so ironic." She smiled.

"What is?" He mumbled, barely interested, he was only there because Cole had ordered him to keep an eye on her.

"Julian, he went back to change time for the better, turning me into a good little CIA agent and giving Jack his daughter and all that selfless crap, but he changes himself so that your as much a cold blooded killer as I am. He saved Sydney Bristow and lost himself."

Sark couldn't help returning her smile; "I find it hard to believe that Sydney and myself were ever the opposite of who we are now. It's quite humorous to think that I was once a good little CIA double who was like a surrogate son to Jack, while Sydney was a notorious assassin who worked with Irina."

"Mother taught me well and now I get to live in this world, where things are a lot better." She licked her lips as she looked over him.

"Such as?"

She laughed and lay back on the couch. "Well Julian Sark is a ruthless and immoral as I am. We're the perfect team Sark. You see Julian was an idiot, blinded by truth and justice." She walked over to him, towering above his seated form. "I offered him immortality by my side. Mother, Sloane and me. We would have the world at our feet and he rejected it. Can you believe you once did that Sark? You passed up me and unlimited power and wealth."

He was speechless under her gaze. Irina had certainly taught her daughter well. He kept his gaze defiantly locked with hers as she sat on his lap and leaned in close to him. "I doubt your that stupid this time?"

"I've been telling Sydney for years we were destined to work together. Now I realize that was true, I was just talking to the wrong Sydney." She kissed him and then pulled away.

"I believe we are going to make an extraordinary team, but just remember Mr. Sark. I always get what I want."

"A woman after my own heart." He replied, his smug little grin spread over his features.

"Oh, I think I already have that."

"Sark?" Sydney approached him as he sat in Marshall's empty office. "Are you okay?"

"It's Julian. I never went by the name Sark in my time, not like the monster I am. I can't believe how things turned out. I guess it was Jack that stopped me being that immoral thing, or not being with Irina." He smiled as she sat down on the floor beside him. "I'm glad I saved you, but you'll still see the monster that you could have been. I've watched you since the day Irina left you. I'm so proud of you Sydney."

She blushed and looked away. "I'm just doing my bit."

"Exactly. You do more than your 'bit' and you're so modest about it. You are a true angel Sydney Bristow. Never forget that." She smiled again and laughed.

"I always said Vaughn was my..."

"Guardian angel." They chorused together.

"There's not much I don't know about you Syd. I also know what Sark has done to you and I want to at least try to make that up to you. "

"You are nothing like Sark. He's a self centred egotistical jerk, you're a true guardian angel."

Vaughn heard the conversation through the open door and stormed away form them. He was Sydney's guardian angel! He was supposed to protect her. Not Julian 'Angelic' Sark.

He'd prove he was still the best man. He grabbed his gun and headed to meet his Covenant contact. He'd stop Sydney Derevko and Sark and then Sydney would know he was her true guardian angel, even if he was married now. He was still there for her.

"Mr. Vaughn, how can I help?" The slimy man before him asked, coming out of the shadows.

"Sydney Derevko, where is she?" He demanded.

"Sydney Bristow?" He grinned as Vaughn pulled out a hundred dollar bill. "Ah, that Derevko. The Covenant are holding her in an apartment a few miles away from here." After another hundred he gave the address and Vaughn took off to find it.

Sark had left Sydney on her own in the apartment and had gone for a meeting with Cole. She'd agreed to stay there as to not risk exposure, but he'd said nothing about answering the front door as someone knocked repeatedly.

She answered and found Michael Vaughn standing there. A gun aimed at her. He stopped when he saw Sydney. He'd known she was supposed to be identical, but he'd never expected what he saw.

She looked like Sydney and she smiled like Sydney. "What are you doing here? Dixon sent me to check this place out." He paused, her statement throwing him off guard.

She moved to the side and allowed him into the apartment. "It was empty when I got here. Derevko and Sark must have been tipped off I was coming." He didn't lower his gun. He couldn't be sure it really was his Syd.

"How do I know it's you?" He queried as she drew closer to him. She smiled, but it was more of a smirk, the charming, disarming type that Sark often tried to use on Syd.

"Michael." Bingo! It wasn't Syd. He stepped back away from her.

"Syd never calls me Michael, even when we were together it was always Vaughn." The smirk of charm turned to malevolence.

"I'm so glad I killed you in my time. You see Vaughn I've been told what Syd is like and I can assure you I'm nothing like her. It's quite funny though, here she actually loves you, but you married some woman, in my life I was using you and we were engaged. I mean how slow did you two take it? In my I jumped you the second time we met. "Her look was almost feral as she walked closer to him. "I really could use you again right now."

Vaughn felt the gun on his head before Sark even spoke. "I don't think that is very appropriate." Sydney pouted and took Vaughn's gun.

"Green isn't your colour Sark." Her eyes wandered thoughtfully over Vaughn. "And using Michael is very appropriate. We'll ransom him in exchange for Sydney Bristow. From what I've been told she's stupid enough to risk her life for him."

Vaughn was about to protest when she struck him in the stomach with a harsh punch. He fell to his knees winded and gasping for air. He couldn't believe that she was who Sydney should have been.

Now that he was trapped in an apartment with her he realised just how alike she and Sark really were. He shivered as he thought of all the times his Sydney had worked with Sark at SD-6 or when he had made her attempt to kill Sloane, although it was to save his life, he had to wonder if his Sydney had the same primal blood lust inside her as the one before him. What if Sydney could be pushed into her?