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 3
"They have Vaughn." Dixon announced as the CIA agents that it concerned sat around the briefing room table. "We were given proof and their demands ten minutes ago. Here."
He switched on a projector at the front and a video started playing. Vaughn sat bound to a chair in some dimly lit room, his eyes starring down at a piece of paper he had been ordered to read from.
"My name is agent Michael Vaughn. I am now the prisoner of Sydney Derevko and Mr. Sark. In exchange for my release, Sydney Derevko wishes Agent Bristow to deliver one million dollars to the black BMW 7 series that is currently sitting in the parking lot of the old SD-6 building. The money is to be delivered at exactly three o'clock or else...Agent Vaughn however wishes Derevko would drop dead and refuses to let Syd do this..." The tape was cut and the screen turned blank.
"We have fifteen minutes to get one million dollars to the Credit Dauphine." Sydney snapped. "So let's get moving."
"No." Julian ordered. "You're not going. I'll go."
"They want me, if I don't show they'll kill him. I know what Sark's like." Sydney objected. "You can't stop me."
Julian slammed the table, causing everyone to jump. "Do you think I changed time and risked the future of everyone on this planet, just to have you die at her hands? You are not going Sydney. I will go, if we lose agent Vaughn it will be a great loss, but you are more important." At this both Lauren and Sydney started shouting their protests. For the first time since she had met him, Sydney saw Julian's temper rise. "If she gets hold of you, you'll be wishing you were dead."
Sydney nodded as Dixon brought in a briefcase with the money. "If I lose Vaughn, on top of everything else, then I might as well be dead." She took the briefcase and headed to her father. "I love you, dad." She whispered as she hugged him.
The look in his eyes said he agreed with Julian, but he knew better than to argue with Sydney when Vaughn came into the subject.
"Be careful." He wouldn't say goodbye. He'd lost her once; he didn't want it to happen twice. Sydney smiled and nodded. She caught Lauren's eye as she left and sent her a reassuring smile.
She got into her car and drove as fast as she could to the Credit Dauphine. With only seven minutes to three o'clock she ran a red light and was immediately stopped by a cop. Slowly he got from his car and dawdled over to her. She didn't have time.
She stepped form her car and the cop yelled, "Hey, back in the car, hands on..." He saw her gun and pulled his own. "Drop your weapon!"
"I'm CIA!" She argued and showed him her ID as she placed her gun on the roof of her car. He looked at it suspiciously.
"I'm gonna' have to call my supervisor." He said warily. Sydney rolled her eyes and pounded the car.
"I don't have time for this. I have five and a half minutes to get to the Credit Dauphine and save a fellow agent. I fail and you'll be responsible for the death of a highly regarded CIA agent. Now I'm getting back into my car and doing my job, do I make myself clear?"
The older man was clearly intimidated and nodded, mumbling something about how he should tell his supervisor. She got into her car and sped off down the road. She arrived in the parking lot at two minutes to three and had ten seconds to spare as she reached the black BMW. Sark sat inside it, a smug grin on his face.
"Ah, Miss Bristow, right on time. Get in."
"Where's Vaughn?" She demanded to know he was safe. "You don't get the money until I get Vaughn. "Sark laughed cruelly and shook his head.
"We both know the money was never important. Now get in. I'll take you to Agent Vaughn." Sydney slipped into the passenger seat and rested the briefcase on her lap. Even as they drove to the airfield in the car, and stopped at a very public gas station, they had an unspoken understanding. Sydney was a captive. If she ran Vaughn was dead.
The drive to the airfield was silent and even Sark managed not to taunt her for the half an hour drive. He stopped the car by a private helicopter and indicated for her to get out. She silently obeyed and followed him into the helicopter. Two things drove her forward; the second was that after almost four years Sark still hadn't killed her, granted they were both incarcerated for two years. The main thing that kept her going, as the helicopter flew further and further away from America soil and the hours began to pass, was that Vaughn was worth it. Some naïve part of her still believed she could get Vaughn and run.
"She's quite extraordinary." Sark said as they entered the third hour of flying. Sydney didn't acknowledge him. She sat silently staring at the darkening sky. "She told me that Julian was so much like you. A virtuous white knight that'd do anything for the greater good." She nodded; Julian was all that and more. "He changed the world so that you could be virtuous too, but I went corrupt."
She stared blankly into the ice blue eyes that she'd seen alive with righteousness and emotion only hours earlier. She laughed to herself and caught his attention. "What's so amusing?"
"You're name is Julian?" For the first time Sark went slightly red with embarrassment, but he nodded, a small grin on his face.
"That's why I prefer Sark."
"I prefer Julian." She wasn't just talking about his name. The rest of the journey was silent as he placed a blindfold over her eyes and bound her hands. She flinched as she felt cold metal pierce her arm. The tranquilliser took effect almost immediately and she could feel the sweet lure of synthetic sleep calling out to her.
When she woke she heard voices nearby. She opened her heavy eyelids to find darkness. She could make out the shape of the bed she lay on and a few pieces of furniture around the room, but the imposing darkness obscured her vision of any doors or windows. She listened to the voices.
"What shall we do with Sydney?" Sark asked as he sat down on one of the living room couches.
"What do you want to do with me?" Derevko asked, a mischievous grin on her face.
"I meant Bristow."
Sydney sat in silence as she heard her own voice talking back to Sark. "We should have a little talk with her, concerning her life."
"You have a plan." Sark grinned. Sydney Derevko put on an innocent look that she had perfected over years of being 'the Assassin' and shook her head.
"Me? Innocent and virtuous little Sydney Bristow? I can't put a foot out of line."
"Self righteous attitude, innocent look, amazing beauty, hmmm, I'm almost fooled myself." Sark replied as he grabbed her waist. "We'll talk to Bristow in the morning." A door slammed shut and the voices died down.
Sydney sat extremely disturbed in the room. She didn't want to think about what Sark was doing with her...or Sydney Derevko and to add to that they were planning to impersonate her! She pulled at her restraints that kept her bound to the bed, but it was hopeless, there was no way to escape, no way to know if Vaughn was alive or dead and no way to stop the two sociopaths that had joined together.
Of all the people she'd fought over the years and all the plans that had been orchestrated against her and the CIA, Sydney and Sark would be her greatest challenge. She shivered as she fought back to Sark's words over two years ago. "I believe we're destined to work together..." She could imagine the smug little grin he'd worn after he realized he was right.
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 3
"They have Vaughn." Dixon announced as the CIA agents that it concerned sat around the briefing room table. "We were given proof and their demands ten minutes ago. Here."
He switched on a projector at the front and a video started playing. Vaughn sat bound to a chair in some dimly lit room, his eyes starring down at a piece of paper he had been ordered to read from.
"My name is agent Michael Vaughn. I am now the prisoner of Sydney Derevko and Mr. Sark. In exchange for my release, Sydney Derevko wishes Agent Bristow to deliver one million dollars to the black BMW 7 series that is currently sitting in the parking lot of the old SD-6 building. The money is to be delivered at exactly three o'clock or else...Agent Vaughn however wishes Derevko would drop dead and refuses to let Syd do this..." The tape was cut and the screen turned blank.
"We have fifteen minutes to get one million dollars to the Credit Dauphine." Sydney snapped. "So let's get moving."
"No." Julian ordered. "You're not going. I'll go."
"They want me, if I don't show they'll kill him. I know what Sark's like." Sydney objected. "You can't stop me."
Julian slammed the table, causing everyone to jump. "Do you think I changed time and risked the future of everyone on this planet, just to have you die at her hands? You are not going Sydney. I will go, if we lose agent Vaughn it will be a great loss, but you are more important." At this both Lauren and Sydney started shouting their protests. For the first time since she had met him, Sydney saw Julian's temper rise. "If she gets hold of you, you'll be wishing you were dead."
Sydney nodded as Dixon brought in a briefcase with the money. "If I lose Vaughn, on top of everything else, then I might as well be dead." She took the briefcase and headed to her father. "I love you, dad." She whispered as she hugged him.
The look in his eyes said he agreed with Julian, but he knew better than to argue with Sydney when Vaughn came into the subject.
"Be careful." He wouldn't say goodbye. He'd lost her once; he didn't want it to happen twice. Sydney smiled and nodded. She caught Lauren's eye as she left and sent her a reassuring smile.
She got into her car and drove as fast as she could to the Credit Dauphine. With only seven minutes to three o'clock she ran a red light and was immediately stopped by a cop. Slowly he got from his car and dawdled over to her. She didn't have time.
She stepped form her car and the cop yelled, "Hey, back in the car, hands on..." He saw her gun and pulled his own. "Drop your weapon!"
"I'm CIA!" She argued and showed him her ID as she placed her gun on the roof of her car. He looked at it suspiciously.
"I'm gonna' have to call my supervisor." He said warily. Sydney rolled her eyes and pounded the car.
"I don't have time for this. I have five and a half minutes to get to the Credit Dauphine and save a fellow agent. I fail and you'll be responsible for the death of a highly regarded CIA agent. Now I'm getting back into my car and doing my job, do I make myself clear?"
The older man was clearly intimidated and nodded, mumbling something about how he should tell his supervisor. She got into her car and sped off down the road. She arrived in the parking lot at two minutes to three and had ten seconds to spare as she reached the black BMW. Sark sat inside it, a smug grin on his face.
"Ah, Miss Bristow, right on time. Get in."
"Where's Vaughn?" She demanded to know he was safe. "You don't get the money until I get Vaughn. "Sark laughed cruelly and shook his head.
"We both know the money was never important. Now get in. I'll take you to Agent Vaughn." Sydney slipped into the passenger seat and rested the briefcase on her lap. Even as they drove to the airfield in the car, and stopped at a very public gas station, they had an unspoken understanding. Sydney was a captive. If she ran Vaughn was dead.
The drive to the airfield was silent and even Sark managed not to taunt her for the half an hour drive. He stopped the car by a private helicopter and indicated for her to get out. She silently obeyed and followed him into the helicopter. Two things drove her forward; the second was that after almost four years Sark still hadn't killed her, granted they were both incarcerated for two years. The main thing that kept her going, as the helicopter flew further and further away from America soil and the hours began to pass, was that Vaughn was worth it. Some naïve part of her still believed she could get Vaughn and run.
"She's quite extraordinary." Sark said as they entered the third hour of flying. Sydney didn't acknowledge him. She sat silently staring at the darkening sky. "She told me that Julian was so much like you. A virtuous white knight that'd do anything for the greater good." She nodded; Julian was all that and more. "He changed the world so that you could be virtuous too, but I went corrupt."
She stared blankly into the ice blue eyes that she'd seen alive with righteousness and emotion only hours earlier. She laughed to herself and caught his attention. "What's so amusing?"
"You're name is Julian?" For the first time Sark went slightly red with embarrassment, but he nodded, a small grin on his face.
"That's why I prefer Sark."
"I prefer Julian." She wasn't just talking about his name. The rest of the journey was silent as he placed a blindfold over her eyes and bound her hands. She flinched as she felt cold metal pierce her arm. The tranquilliser took effect almost immediately and she could feel the sweet lure of synthetic sleep calling out to her.
When she woke she heard voices nearby. She opened her heavy eyelids to find darkness. She could make out the shape of the bed she lay on and a few pieces of furniture around the room, but the imposing darkness obscured her vision of any doors or windows. She listened to the voices.
"What shall we do with Sydney?" Sark asked as he sat down on one of the living room couches.
"What do you want to do with me?" Derevko asked, a mischievous grin on her face.
"I meant Bristow."
Sydney sat in silence as she heard her own voice talking back to Sark. "We should have a little talk with her, concerning her life."
"You have a plan." Sark grinned. Sydney Derevko put on an innocent look that she had perfected over years of being 'the Assassin' and shook her head.
"Me? Innocent and virtuous little Sydney Bristow? I can't put a foot out of line."
"Self righteous attitude, innocent look, amazing beauty, hmmm, I'm almost fooled myself." Sark replied as he grabbed her waist. "We'll talk to Bristow in the morning." A door slammed shut and the voices died down.
Sydney sat extremely disturbed in the room. She didn't want to think about what Sark was doing with her...or Sydney Derevko and to add to that they were planning to impersonate her! She pulled at her restraints that kept her bound to the bed, but it was hopeless, there was no way to escape, no way to know if Vaughn was alive or dead and no way to stop the two sociopaths that had joined together.
Of all the people she'd fought over the years and all the plans that had been orchestrated against her and the CIA, Sydney and Sark would be her greatest challenge. She shivered as she fought back to Sark's words over two years ago. "I believe we're destined to work together..." She could imagine the smug little grin he'd worn after he realized he was right.