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
A/N: Sorry for the long overdue, short chap, but I've had writers block for a while.
Chapter 4
Sydney was awake when Sark entered her small room. "Good morning Sydney. I trust you slept well?" It was the first time she'd seen Sark since Julian had arrived and the contrast between them was clearly visible in his eyes. Where Julian's were warm and caring his were cold and piercing.
"Where is Sydney Derevko?" She asked, her eyes burning into his with rage. A small smirk spread over his face.
'You're right there Sydney." He replied with a grin. She snapped. She left the bed and pounced on him, causing his head to smack off a nearby wall with a satisfactory thud. As they scrapped Derevko observed from the door. Her counterpart was putting up a good fight and as virtuous as she was, Sark had told her of Sydney Bristow's weaknesses and hard life. The uncontrolled rage in her eyes proved that Sydney Bristow could easily be forced to snap at any minute.
Sark overpowered her and pinned her down onto the floor. His legs pushing hers down and his hands holding her arms above her head. "Now, now, Julian play nice, Sydney's our guest." Sydney stared up in shock horror as her doppelganger stood by the doorway, he smug grin identical to Sark's.
"Hello Sydney, I'm the better you." Sydney laughed, more out of shock than amusement. "Oh it's true Syd, I'm immortal, I'm respected, I'm rich, non of my boyfriends have died unless it was by my hand. I grew up with the better parent. I even get the better Sark."
Sydney lay on the floor with Sark's weight on top of her, she could barley register what Derevko was saying to her. "N-no!" She stammered. "You are not me! I would never hold those things dearly and I would never want Sark!" She pushed him off of her; grabbing the gun he had at his waist she aimed it at Sydney Derevko. "This ends here."