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: Lauren is not evil in this fic.

Chapter Six

Dixon and Jack were frantic as it reached the third day of Sydney and Vaughn being missing. There was no doubt who had them, but Sark was keeping low and hadn't been seen in three days either.

Julian sat quietly in Dixon's office and mulled his turbulent thoughts over in his head. "We have to do more to find them!" Jack shouted and broke the silence that had settled in the office.

Julian's gaze travelled over the man who had once been like a father to him. "Sydney." Julian corrected. "Vaughn would have been of no use to her once she had Syd. He's probably dead." Unfortunately Lauren had chosen that exact time to walk into Dixon's office and stopped dead in her tracks, her face pale and tears welling up in her eyes.

"Sark's right." Dixon added. "Derevko is just like…Derevko. She'll use him and then kill him."

"Not everything Irina Derevko uses ends up dead." Jack growled bitterly and he looked to Julian. "It's hard for me to believe that my daughter could ever be so…so like her mother. Are you sure there's…"

"You've thought like that before Jack. It cost you your life last time. Derevko fooled us both; she used us, killed innocent people and then became immortal. If you think you're pissed imagine actually remembering living through all of that. Now, Derevko will probably get all available intelligence from Syd and then use her to bargain with us."

When Jack's cell phone rang he immediately answered it and turned pale as the caller talked. After a series of 'yes' and 'no' responses he smiled. "Thank you." He turned to the other agents in the room and allowed a small grin to touch his lips. "Sydney and Vaughn have been found. We have agents bringing them in now, there both alive. Sydney got Vaughn out."

Julian watched sceptically as Sydney and Vaughn walked into the CIA base of operations and were applauded all the way to Dixon's office. When he entered Lauren and Vaughn were hugging and Sydney was with Jack. Tears were streaming down both Bristow's eyes.

"Sydney." Julian addressed her as she entered. She smiled when she saw him and wrapped her arms around him. "We did it. I killed Sark while he was interrogating me, then I found Vaughn a few rooms away from the one I was kept in. Then I killed me…her…you know what I mean. She may be immortal, but if you chop her up with an axe and separate the pieces…what?" Julian had pulled away and stared at her funnily.

"For a second there you sounded like her." He had his hand on his gun and Sydney frowned.

"Julian, I am nothing like her." She objected as she walked towards him and took his hand off his gun. "I promise I will never be like her. Look, how about to celebrate we go out tonight. You can show me the real Julian."

"Isn't it hard?" Julian asked. "To look at the face of the man you've just killed?"

Sydney shook her head. "It's hard to look at you and not see the man who plagued my life for four years, or to not see the man who tortured me for three days, but I don't care that he's dead. He deserved it."

"Michael!" Lauren called out as she opened the front door. He'd been sent home after his debriefing, but she'd had to work. The lights were off and there was no sign of Michael. She stepped into the living room and saw a faint glow under the dining room door. When she entered she gasped. The dining table was set with their good silver, candles filled the room and Michael stood in the corner with a red rose in his hand.

Once she'd changed and sat down at the table he served her dinner and then brought out a bottle of wine. He smiled as he poured it into her glass. "Chateau Petru." Lauren watched as the red liquid poured into her glass and smiled. As soon as they'd eaten and Michael had went for their dessert she grabbed her cell phone and tried to get through to Weiss. There was no signal to her phone and Michael returned from the kitchen holding a gun. "I forgot something." He mumbled. "Vaughn likes white wine." He removed his mask and the voice adaptor from beneath it and Sark stood in her home. He took out a device from his pocket. "It jams cell phone signals. It looks like it's just you and me miss Reed."