Title: Consequences

Summary: Sark takes his anger out on Sydney

Disclaimer: Sadly I own neither Alias nor any of the characters.

Spoilers: Set after 3.17 'The Frame', but AU after that.

Rating: PG-13

A/N: If you've gotten this far you know there's F/F.

Chapter Eleven

Sydney lay on the floor of the old SD6 briefing room struggling to breathe. She groaned in pain as Sark delivered another kick to her stomach. Sark had decided the best way to deal with the feelings of betrayal was to cradle a bottle of scotch and beat Sydney, he had been doing it for over an hour and Sydney was a bloody mess on the floor.

Her nose was caked in dry blood from his earlier beatings and her lip was cut in at least two places, her whole chest ached and she had a suspicion that more than one rib was at least cracked. He'd taken pleasure in hearing her whimper as he'd broken her arm all the while staring in to her eyes to show her how much he was enjoying himself.

Thankfully the more he drank the worse his aim got and the les he hit her. He'd turned to self-pity instead. "I loved her!" He roared. "She was the first person I allowed to become close to me and she bloody used me!" He laughed and collapsed against the old briefing table.

"She used us all Sydney. You, me and Vaughn. The bloody siren used us! She never loved any of us!" Sydney lay silently watching the memories in her head. Since hearing Lauren declare her love for her and her first memory had been triggered she had started remembering more and more.

Flashes of the first day she had been introduced to Lauren by her Covenant handler, feelings of loathing her for making her job harder, then different feelings had emerged when she had learnt Lauren was CIA, loyalty, lust, love, all flashing through her mind accompanied by flashing images of times the two had been together. The memories were far worse than any pain Sark could cause her.

She had forgotten everything of the woman she had claimed to love, she had her memory removed, but asked that the memories of Lauren just be locked away, a vain hope that one-day they could be together again. Well she had got her wish, but they would not be together, Sydney doubted she would make it even if she were rescued before nightfall. She was coughing up blood and gasping for breath.

She lay clutching her aching chest and sobbing at the thought of losing Lauren so soon after getting her back.

"Speak…for your…self." She choked out after a few moments. She was rewarded with another kick to the chest and heard one of her ribs crack. It didn't matter anymore though; she was going to die whatever happened.

"You don't get it do you Sydney? She doesn't love anyone! She's been forced to fake it with so many people I doubt she even knows who she loves! She doesn't care about you! Nobody cares about us Sydney, we're just used until we're good for nothing and then we're discarded and replaced. We mean nothing."

"Your mother left you, your father might as well of not been there, Danny died and left you all alone, Francie, Tippin, Vaughn, Lauren, they all abandoned you in the end, but I didn't."

His voice changed as he spoke the last bit, it became softer and kinder, although a bit slurred by the alcohol. "I've never left you Sydney, never by choice." He sat down beside her and forced her face close to his by grabbing her chin. "We're all we have Sydney. Two disposable soldiers who no one can love." His lips were going dangerously close to Sydney's and with what little strength she had she spat in his face, a mixture of blood and mucus.

He pushed her away in anger, causing her to bang her head off the concrete floor, her vision blurred and she watched as he stood over her, a gun in his hand. "No one love us Sydney. It's over."

A single shot echoed in the almost empty room and Sydney cried out in pain once before her eyes closed and she stopped gasping for air.

Ten Minutes Earlier

The team Jack was leading into the SD6 building halted at the elevator, it no longer had power supplied to it and they'd have to scale the shaft to get into the SD6 headquarters.

"Our main goal is rescuing Agents Bristow and Reed. Capturing Sark is a secondary mission only, understood?" The team members nodded and they descended the shaft.

The team swept through the unsecured hallways silently and paused only when Jack came to an abrupt halt. He cocked his ear to a door on the left as he heard a faint banging against a wall from the inside.

He picked the lock of the door, not risking breaking it down for fear of alerting Sark to their presence. Inside he found Lauren bound to a chair that she was smashing against the wall in hope of freeing herself.

She paused when she saw Jack and a team of CIA agents standing by the door. "Sydney…he has her…I've heard her screaming…you have to help her…" Lauren mumbled as Jack cut the ropes that bound her with the switchblade he kept in his back pocket. He handed her a spare gun.

"I'm aware you and my daughter have some sort of relationship…if you hurt her in any way it will be the last thing you do, as Sark is about to find out, understood?" Lauren nodded and took the gun.

"Do you have permission to kill Sark?" Lauren asked as they headed out of the room. Jack shook his head. "No one told me." Lauren replied innocently.

"Welcome to the family." Jack smiled at the woman his daughter had chosen to love; at least she had more of a backbone than Vaughn.

The team spilt up to cover more ground and Lauren and Jack went together. They arrived at the briefing room after hearing Sark shouting. "We're all we have Sydney. Two disposable soldiers who no one can love." Sark's voice filled the room and Lauren and Jack ran for the room.

They arrived at the door to see Sark standing over a frail and bloodied Sydney. "No one love us Sydney. It's over."

A single shot echoed in the almost empty room and Sydney cried out in pain once before her eyes closed and she stopped gasping for air.