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Chapter Four

She was dead. I am dead. The words kept running through her head as she lay on the bed, unable to sleep. It didn't make sense, yet it explained some things. Why everyone called her Julia, why she didn't work for the CIA anymore…

She groaned in frustration and hit her pillow. It was like a puzzle, her life. And now half the pieces had been taken away from her leaving her utterly confused and angry. She didn't care about sleep, she just wanted answers.

This continued throughout the night, as her thoughts feed into her insomnia, not allowing her mind to stop, as thoughts speed around.

Sydney jumped when she heard the door open. She quietly rolled of the bed, and scouted the room for a weapon.

"Don't worry, it is only me." Sark's voice said, and he flicked on the light switch.

Sydney looked up at him incredulously, unable to recall a time when it was only Sark and she didn't worry.

"How do you feel this morning?" Sark asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"No better than I did yesterday." Sydney replied shortly. "Why are you here?"

"Well, I…uh, came to see how you are. See if you remember anything." Sark replied, somewhat awkwardly.

"Oh." Sydney replied, sitting down on a wooden chair, across from the bed, so she was facing Sark. "Where's dad?"

"He's getting breakfast." Sark replied, which was partly true. "He should be here any minute."

Sydney nodded, and looked around the room, feeling quite uncomfortable.

"So, we're…uh, colleagues now?" Sydney asked, just wanting to break the silence, and hopefully learn something about the past two years.

Sark nodded. "Relatively speaking."

"What do you mean?"

"I…ah…let's wait until your father gets here, before answering the questions, shall we?"

Sydney glared at him, unable to believe that she didn't hate Sark anymore, that they actually worked together. It was complete madness. Complete and utter madness.

At that moment the door opened again, and Sydney's father walked in carrying a few plastic bags of junk food.

"Morning." Her father said, as he placed the bags down on the bench.

"Morning?" Sydney said, her voice louder than anticipated. "You tell me that its been two years, make me go to bed before telling me anything, and then all you can say is morning?"

Her dad looked at her, with a look he'd given her so many times before. "I brought you pancakes." He offered her a bag.

"Thanks." Sydney mumbled, feeling slightly embarrassed by her outburst.

"Now, we know you must have a million questions." Her father said, once he'd given Sark food, and opened his own. "And we will tell you as much as we can."

Sydney nodded. "What has happened these past two years? I mean, you two are…and Will's alive…and I found some things, in, in the briefcase over there. It says that I…I'm dead."

Both men exchanged a glance of surprise at each other before looking at her.

"Yes. According to the CIA you are dead." Her father replied. "That was not our fault."

"What happened?" Sydney asked. "I need to know."

"Well, you remember the night you and Alison had that fight?" Sark said, and Sydney realized they had silently agreed for him to explain.

Sydney nodded.

"Well, that night your house burnt down. Will survived, but…"

"We found a body, burnt of course." Her father continued. "And the dental record matched with yours."

Sydney looked at him, her eyes wide in both terror and surprise.

"So we all believed you were dead."

"It wasn't until four months later that it was proven otherwise." Sark continued to tell the story. "I was working for a group called the Covenant."

Sydney nodded, the name being familiar as a terrorist group.

"And I knew they were training some new agents, which they needed to test in the field." Sark said. "So I was asked to go along with one agent, just in case something went wrong. That agent was Julia Thorn."

"Me." Sydney gasped.

"Yes. Of course, I was completely shocked, as I had also heard about Sydney Bristow's death." Sark said. "So, naturally, when we were alone, I confronted you. And you told me that if I told anyone you would kill me."

Sydney almost laughed, as she knew that's exactly what she would have done.

"Anyway, you didn't tell me anything, at first. But then, the first chance you got, you went to Kendall, and I happened to be there when you left and followed you. I was caught, of course. And was offered a deal. To assist you, as being the CIA's mole inside the Covenant, or being arrested under US custody."

Sydney was actually surprised that Sark was given a choice.

"So I became your ally inside the Covenant, grudgingly at first, but now I actually believe in what I'm doing."

Sydney stared at him in surprise, and realized that he actually meant it. That showed how much had happened in the past two years.

"What about dad?" Sydney asked. "How did he find out?"

"Well, Kendall made it clear you were not to contact him, and risk blowing your cover, but you did so anyway." Sark said.

"Yes, and I confronted Kendall about it." Jack added. "I didn't want you doing this alone, or even worse with Sark. But then, that was a long time ago." He added to Sark, who nodded being no fool and knowing how much they had hated each other back then.

"What did he say, Kendall, I mean?" Sydney asked, completely fascinated. This didn't feel like her life story, it felt like some kind of drama, action movie.

"He was unhappy, of course." Jack said. "But I convinced him to allow me to go undercover with the Covenant."

"How?"

"So, I went to them, saying I could get them intel on the CIA, be their mole." Jack said, and Sydney gasped. "Of course, to prove myself, I did give away a few secrets, but now, I give them half truths."

Sydney nodded, still surprised her father was willing to risk his job and risk jail by doing that.

"They all know me as Jack Bristow, but they don't know that I recognize you. That I know we're related." Jack said, and Sark laughed slightly.

"Yes, they all think he doesn't like you because you remind him too much of his dead daughter, and everyone respects that, so you aren't forced to be together often."

Sydney nodded, realizing it was all so hard to take in.

"Yes." Sark said. "And we are telling you all this, because we have to return to the office on Monday. And you need to know enough to be believable for the Covenant, they can't know that you remember being Sydney Bristow again."

Sydney nodded. "I'm Julia Thorn."

"Precisely." Sark said. "Oh, and you might want to consider re-dying your hair blonde. Julia is famous for being so, but you had to dye it brown for our last mission."

Sydney looked at him for a minute before nodding. She had no choice really.

"Yes, well." Jack stood up. "My plane back leaves in an hour, so I shall see you two in LA."

Sydney looked at them both. "What? Why are you leaving now, and us tomorrow?"

"Because, I don't like you, and you two work together." Jack replied, before leaving Sydney alone with Sark.

Here's an update. Enjoy. Oh, ad some of the details may be a bit dodgy compared to the series, coz I haven't see it in a while, so please be kind with your criticisms. Oh, and review my lovely readers, review.