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 5

Julian watched as Sydney entered her apartment. He'd planted numerous devices to watch and listen to her when she'd returned from the Covenant, so he sat in his car and watched the surveillance he had.

She tossed her jacket carelessly on the couch and grinned as she walked around the place, as though seeing it for the first time. When she sat on the couch with a beer she picked up a nearby picture frame. The photo it held was of Syd, Francie, will and Danny five years ago, just before Danny had been killed. "The cook, the reporter and the doc." She muttered to herself, unknowing that Julian was listening. "Killed, chopped to bits and fed to Dixon and murdered." She pointed to each as she spoke and laughed as she threw the frame to the floor. When her phone rang she answered instantly, expecting Julian…Sark to call. She still had trouble accepting that the sociopath she controlled was Julian.

"Sydney, I was wondering if you'd ate yet." It was Jack Bristow. "I can bring some take out over if you want?"

"Sure dad. See you in ten." A wicked grin touched her lips as she stretched on the sofa. She could have a lot of fun as Sydney Bristow and she could hurt her father in the process.

He arrived fifteen minutes later and she smiled as she showed him in. "This is a surprise. My father actually taking an interest in me. I'd of thought you'd be too busy burying yourself in work to notice me." She sat on the sofa and watched as a flicker of indignation appeared on Jack's face.

"I worked so hard when you were a child to try and protect you." Sydney laughed, but he continued. "I protected you from Arvin Sloane and all this Rhambaldi nonsense."

Sydney shook her head. "Arvin Sloane brought me into the life I live now, full of pain and broken promises and completely pointless, but you let it happen. Kendall arrested me for the Rhambaldi nonsense and you let it happen. It's your fault that I am a complete and utter selfless, hypocritical, idiot who lets people walk all over her. You made me weak. At least Sydney Derevko had mom, she's not a pushover, hell maybe I should take that outlook too. What do you think?"

"You've changed Sydney, ever since Sark made you try and kill Sloane…"

"Yeah, I was weak then, Sydney Bristow could never take someone's life in cold blood." Sydney mocked the older agent. "Maybe you don't know me so well."

"You underestimate my daughter." Jack pulled out an unregistered .9 mm. "Sydney went through with it, but Sark saved Sloane to use him. You are not my daughter."

"What you gonna' do Jack? Shoot your poor, innocent little girl?"

"Yes." He fired the whole magazine into her and she fell to the ground as her blood pooled around her. He grabbed his cell and dialled to link him to the swat team that hid outside. "It's clear. Hurry up and get her back to the base, she'll recover shortly." Julian entered the house after Derevko had been taken out. "I didn't even know it wasn't my daughter." Jack looked to him and shook his hand. "Thank you."

"I've watched both of them for a long time. It's a very subtle difference between the two of them. Very subtle."