Title: Skeletons in the closet
Summary: Sydney faces her past at SD-6.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Alias related, only the characters you don't know.
Spoiler: 3:17 'The frame' and before, AU after that.
Rating: PG-13
A/N: I'm really sorry that my chapters are getting shorter but I'm trying my best to post as often as I can. Trying to write when I have my GCSE mocks in three weeks is not easy. I'll try and get it finished by the weekend.
Chapter Eight
Sitting in the small and sterile prison room Sydney had nothing to do but think of what had put her there. Years of secrets, betrayal, and loss. She'd been through countless aliases, seduced countless men, told a million lies and killed as many enemies. She really was no better than her mother, or Sark, or any other previous occupant of her cell.
When the lights went out she jumped to her feet and stood poised to defend herself against any unknown enemies that lurked in the darkness. When the cell door opened she was rushed by at least three large men and tackled to the floor. She cried out as she felt a hypodermic pierce the skin of her forearm. She felt nauseous as she was hauled to her feet and dragged out of the cell and through the dark CIA building. She could see a large number of armed men guarding the workers who lay on the floor. They'd been raided and Sydney was the prize.
Elliot sat in the CIA issue van with her old handler and the father of the woman she would do anything for, including rescuing the love of her life. "I should have told Sydney." She mumbled, more to herself than to Jack. "I should have warned her about Danny."
"It would have meant blowing your cover, and Zac's."
"Vaughn's a good man at least. I went to his wedding you know. I was glad Lauren had someone to take care of her. I had no idea that the man I was meeting loved the same woman I did. That we both longed to have her back in our lives."
Jack stared absently out of the front window and sighed. "I had my suspicions about Miss Reed, but I never told anyone. Just like I never told Sydney about Danny. I guess I didn't learn from my mistake." Elliot shook her head and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"It wasn't a mistake Jack. You had to let her find out herself. We all have to do things we don't like, or that we're not proud of, but that's life. Ninety nine percent of the time it isn't easy, but telling Sydney would have endangered her further. Four years ago she wasn't ready to face Danny."
"I still don't think she is now." Jack's eyes glistened with tears, but the senior agent made no attempt to conceal them. Elliot was his agent; he'd trained her, relied upon her and trusted her for as long as they'd known each other. He felt no weakness in crying in front of her. She'd seen him in worse situations.