Disclaimer: I don't own Alias. Wish I did though (sigh)
Chapter One"What do you want?" She hissed to him, her voice low and dangerous, hiding the fear she felt at being alone with him, without a weapon.
"What do I want?" he repeated. "What do you think I want?"
She remained quiet. He either wanted to kill her, or she had something he wanted. Yet she didn't know what she had, she couldn't remember anything after her fight with Alison...that's it! She thought grimly. He wants to kill me for killing his girlfriend.
"Where did you go?" He asked, and she realized she'd been standing there silently for a while.
"Where did I go?" She asked. "It isn't your business."
She was confused, as she was having a conversation with Sark after he had come up to her, and he wasn't pointing a gun at her head yet.
"What is it?" He asked. "Julia, what's wrong?"
"I don't know what sort of game you're playing." She said her voice low and fierce. "But my name's Sydney Bristow."
Instead of looking smug, or even ready to kill her, he looked concerned.
"Are you insane?" He asked, his voice lowered to a whisper. "You don't say you're name in public. They might hear you."
"They? Who are they?" She asked, confused.
"The Covent." He replied, like it was a pretty obvious answer. "You know, where we work?" He added after seeing the look of confusion on her face.
"I work at the CIA." She said clearly. "And we don't work together. Not now that SD6 is gone."
"This isn't funny." He told her, thinking she was joking.
"Then why are you continuing to persist this charade, when I know all you want to do is kill me?" She asked, planning her escape.
He stared at her in surprise, and she took this as a chance to run. She ran down the street, not knowing where to go, just knowing she had to escape. She went into a shop, just so she could throw him off. She decided that she would stay in the shop for a few hours before finding another payphone so she could get to the bottom of this.
Why she was in Hong Kong, why Sark was trying to fool her, why she couldn't remember anything. Everything would become clear after she had spoken to Vaughn and her father, and everyone. After a few hours she went out to a payphone and called her father's cell phone number.
It rang a few times before a familiar voice answered.
"Jack Bristow."
"Dad?" Sydney said, feeling shaky with relief.
His tone changed.
"Where are you?"
"Hong Kong." She replied.
"Okay, meet me at the airport in an hour." Her father said, before hanging up.
Sydney was so relieved and excited that she went straight to the airport. It wasn't until after she had gotten there that she questioned how her father was going to get to the Hong Kong airport in an hour.
'He's probably in town for work anyway." She said, and decided to accept that.
After an hour, she turned to see her father, looking stern.
"Dad." She said, and hugged him. He hugged her back, but didn't really seem that happy to see her.
"Dad?" She asked, worried. "What is it?"
"Why don't we talk in the car?" He suggested, and she felt relief, knowing this was just an act. "Come on Julia."
She froze. "Wh...what did you call me?"
"Are you okay?" Her father asked.
She shook her head, but followed him, knowing the sooner they got to the car the sooner they could talk.
They went to the car park, and a car drove up to them. Jack got in the front seat, so Sydney got in the back.
"Okay, what's going on?" She said, "Why did you just call me Julia? And why am I here?"
"How much does she remember?" he father said, addressing the person in the driver's seat, whom Sydney couldn't see very well.
"I don't think she remembers any of it." The driver replied, and Sydney recognized that Irish accent.
"I mean, she thinks she's still working for the CIA." Sark continued.
Okay, I know I'm mean leaving it there, but it's late and I have to go to school 2moro so I have to go to bed. But don't worry, if you people review, I'll have it continued soon.