A/N( Thanks for your comments so far keep em coming!!!!
And thanks to Egyptian Kat, you are hillarious, you always make me laugh!
To answer your question, Why did I name her Kathryn... Honestly no idea, I
was writing a fanfic for another show and the girls name was Kate so I just
used Kathryn, might have had something to do with the nicknames though
(well you'll see them later on but Kat and Kit-Kat are two of them)
Probably also cause its kind of a formal name (sounds very grown up) I
could just picture Jack saying it is all. The funny thing though is that
honestly I used to hate the name, I thought it was a horrible name (no
offense!!!!) I was big into names about five years ago and I didn't like
the name at all but actually now I really like it, sounds very nice, a nice
Strong name.
Beware there are much more story ideas to come as the search for The
Contessa ensues. I have a lot of ideas, but I really need to write them
down because I keep forgetting them!
Definitley More sydney appearances coming up!! And stay tuned for a rather dramatic event upcoming in a couple chapters maybe in Chapter 12 or so I'm not really sure.
Now honestly I think this chapter is crap! You know when you start out a story and its going along great you have it all planned out then the chapters just start to get crappy? Well this is one but they will pick up soon! Then again I guess there always has to be crappy chapters to get to the good ones.
Well now on to Chapter Nine, as always Alias is not mine! And please R&R I would really appreciate comments good and bad. The next chapter won't be posted until Wednesday-ish
Redemption
Chapter Nine
Arvin Sloane sat nursing a sprained wrist in his cell. His thoughts reverted back to Jacks unexpected visit. He'd been surprised to see Kathryn that morning. She looked older than he last remembered, older and wiser. He hadn't seen her in over a year now, but she was still the same old Kathryn; so much like Sydney it worried him. She had so much potential. So now Jack, Sydney and the CIA knew about her, her abilities and talents probably--but her life-they didn't have a clue. He was curious as to how they found her; he'd done a good job of covering her trail. It was a shame he would never see her live up to her full potential. His intention had been to recruit her after she turned 18; she and Sydney would have done amazing work together. Sloane was not surprised to find Jack visiting him again later that day but this time a thick wall of plexi-glass separated them.
"Jack, I can't say that I'm surprised to see you again," Sloane leaned back in his chair folding his hands behind his head.
"Tell me everything you know about Kathryn Sullivan."
"You've already spoken with Kathryn, so you know of my involvement in her life. What I think is that you don't know a thing about her life."
"You've done a good job at covering it up," Jack guessed that it was Sloane who had kept Kathryn's records clean. "How did you find out about her?"
"I was in New York at the time of her mothers shooting. Her picture was in the paper and she did look so much like Sydney so I investigated. I had no doubt the first time I met her that she was Irina's daughter."
"And her father?"
"Paul Sullivan," Sloane nodded slowly. "KGB."
"Why is the Covenant after her?"
"I don't know," Sloane shrugged. "They may have found out that she is Irina's daughter, and assume she must be valuable."
"What is The Contessa?"
Sloane shook his head, "never heard of it."
Jack actually believed him. "If you supposedly know Kathryn better than anyone, what else is she hiding?"
"Kathryn has her own demons to face."
Jack drummed his fingertips on the glass barrier. "I want answers. Why did she keep switching foster homes, why did you wipe her records? Why was she emancipated?"
"You will not get those answers from me Jack. When and if Kathryn is ready, she may tell Sydney, but certainly not you."
Jack had, had enough of Sloane for the day and turning he left the room. The doors slammed shut one by one as Jack walked down the hall. He stopped at the security desk and watched Kathryn for a few moments. She'd abandoned the sandwich and juice on the table and was back where he'd found her hours earlier. Sitting in the corner of the room on the cold floor. Her knees pulled as close to her chest as she could get them.
~ ~ ~
Vaughn adjusted his holster and checked his gun, making sure it was loaded correctly. "You okay Syd?"
"What?-Yeah sure," she nodded lacing up her boots. "I'm just-"
"Thinking about Kathryn."
She gave him a half smile, "Yeah."
Vaughn gave her a hug, "don't worry she'll be fine. Weiss is looking out for her and your dad won't let anything happen to her."
"My father is still incredibly blind when it comes to my mother. He looks at Kathryn and sees my mother, the woman who betrayed him." Sydney sat down on the hotel bed and reached for her other boot. "I don't entirely trust his judgement regarding my sister."
"I like that-"
"What?"
"That little smile, when you said my sister"
Sydney laughed, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I do," Vaughn grinned. "Seriously Syd, she's going to be fine. Hey did you hear about Weiss, she totally blew his story about the black eyes?"
"I know," Sydney laughed. "I could practically see his cheeks from my dads office, I think the whole office was laughing about it. Poor Eric."
"Well he had it coming to him, he knows that." Vaughn grinned. "Syd, when I look at Kathryn, I see you. When your dad looks at Kathryn, sure he sees your mother but he sees you too. He wouldn't do anything to hurt you." He leaned over and kissed her cheek, "time to go."
"Yeah," I'll be right there. Sydney nodded and surveyed herself in the mirror one final time before slipping on her camoflauge cap and marking her face with grease paint. She just wanted to get their mission over with and get home.
~ ~ ~
Weiss stood for a moment watching Kathryn on the security camera. She sat on the bed against the wall; her knees pulled up to her chest. "Poor kid," he said softly.
"She hasn't moved in the last hour and a half," the guard tapped the keyboard pulling in on Kathryn's stoned face. "She wouldn't even eat the food we brought in. I'd go nuts," he shook his head and shrugged. "She's a tough one."
"Yeah she is," Weiss rubbed his unshaven cheek, the days whiskers prickling against his fingers. "Let me in," he said handing the guard the order. "I'm taking her out for a little."
"Sure thing."
The guard let him in and walked him down the hall. He opened the door, Kathryn didn't budge. "Hey Shiner," He touched her arm lightly. "Come on, Agent Bristow wants you to see somethi-" Kathryn looked up at him, tears staining her cheek. "Ahhh 'Shiner, come on kid, don't cry." Weiss wiped her cheek with his thumb. "Here," Weiss crouched down and held out a pair of running shoes. "Sydney left these for you, they'll be a little big but your bandages should take care of it." Kathryn moved to the edge of the bed wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Weiss slid the shoes on her feet and tied the laces tightly. "Okay Kid?" he stood up.
"They'll do," she shrugged and followed him out. "Stop callling me Kid."
"Sure thing 'Shiner."
She rolled her eyes. Weiss took her to one of the offices where her belongings from her apartment had been brought. Walking slowly around the table, her hand danced over her few remaining possessions. Some books, CD's, videos, a few pictures and figurines, nothing of any value was left. Pausing she picked up the rag doll, holding it close to her chest. All that she had left in the world was contained in two cardboard boxes. Seeing the tangible evidence, her entire situation was finally beginning to seem real.
"We had all your stuff brought here, what was left of it anyway," Jack entered the office and sat down on one of the chairs. "The people who took you, took most of your things with them. Our lab went over everything but couldn't find anything that seemed out of the ordinary. I wanted your opinion, does anything seem out of place?"
She shrugged touring the table again. "They took everything," her voice was soft, a whisper and Jack detected a quiver in it. "My life..everything. Books, clothes, my diary, photo albums, laptop." She paused picking up a framed photograph; the glass was cracked creating a splice down the middle. "This was my father," she showed Jack. "I don't really remember him. He wasn't around very much before he died."
"Kathryn, Paul Sullivan was your fathers alias," Jack took the photograph from her setting it back on the desk.
"What do you mean?"
"His real name was Petrov Ravinski, he was an agent in the KGB."
"I guess she didn't marry him for information after all." Kathryn's face was hard.
"It seems unlikely," Jack cleared his throat. "What about these?" He opened the file folder containing hand drawn pictures.
Kathryn flipped through them quickly; "they're just pictures I drew when I was little. I made them for my mother so I kept them." her voice trailed off stopping on one. It was one she'd made with her mother; Irina's handwriting was clearly visible in the margin, 'Mom and Katy feeding the ducks'. Kathryn's hands shook as suddenly she ripped the paper in half crumbling it in her hands. "Just throw them out, I don't care, my mother is dead."
"Your things will stay in storage until everything is settled," Jack opened the door calling Agent Weiss in. "Agent Weiss will take you down stairs in a few minutes," Jack said and instructed Weiss to wait outside the door until she was ready.
Kathryn emerged from the room several minutes later after having regained her composure. Right now she just wanted to lash out at someone, anyone. She just wanted kick, scream and cry and wake up from this horrible nightmare that was now her life.
They walked through the main section of the building; Kathryn was pleased to discover that most of the employees were used to her presence now. They no longer stared or whispered about her when they thought she wasn't looking. It almost felt nice, her entire life that was all people did. At school the kids and teachers always talked about her. She was always the foster kid, or the new kid. It wasn't easy to make friends and then when she did, they usually didn't last. She'd been in foster care and group homes for 11 years and in all that time she'd lived in over 20 different places, most of them she could barely remember. Switching homes hadn't left time to keep friends.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"Sub levels," Weiss held the door open for her flashing his ID at the security guard. "There's Jack."
Kathryn looked around; she spotted Jack on the opposite side behind a glass window talking with a bald headed man. "Whose that?" she asked.
"That's Director Kendall, he's the big guy," Weiss explained. "He's also an ass," he added under his breath.
"Good to know," She smirked walking on ahead.
"Wha-'Shiner-'Shiner what did you mean by that?" Weiss followed her, but she didn't respond.
Jack and Kendall approached them. "Kathryn this is Director Kendall-"
"Yes, hello. Agent Weiss was just telling me what an-"
Weiss slapped his hand over Kathryn's mouth and gave the two a nervous smile. He then cleared his throat laughing nervously and removed his hand from Kathryn's mouth after receiving strange looks from both Jack and Director Kendall.
"As I was saying," Kathryn glared at Weiss. "Agent Weiss was just telling me that you are an important person around here and I wanted to thank you for your assistance in finding me."
"Oh your welcome," Kendall stumbled over his words surprised at her response.
"Kathryn come with me, there's just one more test I want to run before you go to the safehouse," Jack took her through another door.
"What is this place?" she asked confused.
Jack didn't answer. He led her to a stall and took his gun out of his jacket pocket. He cocked it and handed it to her. "Aim at the target and shoot."
"But-" Kathryn didn't know what to say as Jack put earmuffs on her ears and pointed her to face the target.
"Aim and shoot!"
"But I told you I don't know how-"
"Shoot it!" Jack ordered. "Pull the trigger now! Shoot the gun!"
Breathing rapidly Kathryn was surprised at how steady her hands were. She followed his instructions raised the gun, aimed quickly at the target and pulled the trigger firing off several rounds.
Jack took the gun from her. "Agent Weiss is going to take you to the safehouse now."
"But why-?" Kathryn began but was cut off. Weiss had taken her arm and was ushering her out the door.
"Interesting girl," Kendall commented walking over to Jack.
Jack didn't respond. He pulled the target of the board and brought it back to show Kendall. "She said she'd never held a gun before," Jack pointed out the bullet holes. "Yet, she's a perfect shot."
Kathryn was indeed a perfect shot. 3 out of the five bullets had hit the bullseye dead on. They were kill shots. He shook his head walking towards the door, there was no way she'd never had any training, so either she was lying or she never knew about it. The second reason seemed more probable because after all why would she lie?
Definitley More sydney appearances coming up!! And stay tuned for a rather dramatic event upcoming in a couple chapters maybe in Chapter 12 or so I'm not really sure.
Now honestly I think this chapter is crap! You know when you start out a story and its going along great you have it all planned out then the chapters just start to get crappy? Well this is one but they will pick up soon! Then again I guess there always has to be crappy chapters to get to the good ones.
Well now on to Chapter Nine, as always Alias is not mine! And please R&R I would really appreciate comments good and bad. The next chapter won't be posted until Wednesday-ish
Redemption
Chapter Nine
Arvin Sloane sat nursing a sprained wrist in his cell. His thoughts reverted back to Jacks unexpected visit. He'd been surprised to see Kathryn that morning. She looked older than he last remembered, older and wiser. He hadn't seen her in over a year now, but she was still the same old Kathryn; so much like Sydney it worried him. She had so much potential. So now Jack, Sydney and the CIA knew about her, her abilities and talents probably--but her life-they didn't have a clue. He was curious as to how they found her; he'd done a good job of covering her trail. It was a shame he would never see her live up to her full potential. His intention had been to recruit her after she turned 18; she and Sydney would have done amazing work together. Sloane was not surprised to find Jack visiting him again later that day but this time a thick wall of plexi-glass separated them.
"Jack, I can't say that I'm surprised to see you again," Sloane leaned back in his chair folding his hands behind his head.
"Tell me everything you know about Kathryn Sullivan."
"You've already spoken with Kathryn, so you know of my involvement in her life. What I think is that you don't know a thing about her life."
"You've done a good job at covering it up," Jack guessed that it was Sloane who had kept Kathryn's records clean. "How did you find out about her?"
"I was in New York at the time of her mothers shooting. Her picture was in the paper and she did look so much like Sydney so I investigated. I had no doubt the first time I met her that she was Irina's daughter."
"And her father?"
"Paul Sullivan," Sloane nodded slowly. "KGB."
"Why is the Covenant after her?"
"I don't know," Sloane shrugged. "They may have found out that she is Irina's daughter, and assume she must be valuable."
"What is The Contessa?"
Sloane shook his head, "never heard of it."
Jack actually believed him. "If you supposedly know Kathryn better than anyone, what else is she hiding?"
"Kathryn has her own demons to face."
Jack drummed his fingertips on the glass barrier. "I want answers. Why did she keep switching foster homes, why did you wipe her records? Why was she emancipated?"
"You will not get those answers from me Jack. When and if Kathryn is ready, she may tell Sydney, but certainly not you."
Jack had, had enough of Sloane for the day and turning he left the room. The doors slammed shut one by one as Jack walked down the hall. He stopped at the security desk and watched Kathryn for a few moments. She'd abandoned the sandwich and juice on the table and was back where he'd found her hours earlier. Sitting in the corner of the room on the cold floor. Her knees pulled as close to her chest as she could get them.
~ ~ ~
Vaughn adjusted his holster and checked his gun, making sure it was loaded correctly. "You okay Syd?"
"What?-Yeah sure," she nodded lacing up her boots. "I'm just-"
"Thinking about Kathryn."
She gave him a half smile, "Yeah."
Vaughn gave her a hug, "don't worry she'll be fine. Weiss is looking out for her and your dad won't let anything happen to her."
"My father is still incredibly blind when it comes to my mother. He looks at Kathryn and sees my mother, the woman who betrayed him." Sydney sat down on the hotel bed and reached for her other boot. "I don't entirely trust his judgement regarding my sister."
"I like that-"
"What?"
"That little smile, when you said my sister"
Sydney laughed, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I do," Vaughn grinned. "Seriously Syd, she's going to be fine. Hey did you hear about Weiss, she totally blew his story about the black eyes?"
"I know," Sydney laughed. "I could practically see his cheeks from my dads office, I think the whole office was laughing about it. Poor Eric."
"Well he had it coming to him, he knows that." Vaughn grinned. "Syd, when I look at Kathryn, I see you. When your dad looks at Kathryn, sure he sees your mother but he sees you too. He wouldn't do anything to hurt you." He leaned over and kissed her cheek, "time to go."
"Yeah," I'll be right there. Sydney nodded and surveyed herself in the mirror one final time before slipping on her camoflauge cap and marking her face with grease paint. She just wanted to get their mission over with and get home.
~ ~ ~
Weiss stood for a moment watching Kathryn on the security camera. She sat on the bed against the wall; her knees pulled up to her chest. "Poor kid," he said softly.
"She hasn't moved in the last hour and a half," the guard tapped the keyboard pulling in on Kathryn's stoned face. "She wouldn't even eat the food we brought in. I'd go nuts," he shook his head and shrugged. "She's a tough one."
"Yeah she is," Weiss rubbed his unshaven cheek, the days whiskers prickling against his fingers. "Let me in," he said handing the guard the order. "I'm taking her out for a little."
"Sure thing."
The guard let him in and walked him down the hall. He opened the door, Kathryn didn't budge. "Hey Shiner," He touched her arm lightly. "Come on, Agent Bristow wants you to see somethi-" Kathryn looked up at him, tears staining her cheek. "Ahhh 'Shiner, come on kid, don't cry." Weiss wiped her cheek with his thumb. "Here," Weiss crouched down and held out a pair of running shoes. "Sydney left these for you, they'll be a little big but your bandages should take care of it." Kathryn moved to the edge of the bed wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Weiss slid the shoes on her feet and tied the laces tightly. "Okay Kid?" he stood up.
"They'll do," she shrugged and followed him out. "Stop callling me Kid."
"Sure thing 'Shiner."
She rolled her eyes. Weiss took her to one of the offices where her belongings from her apartment had been brought. Walking slowly around the table, her hand danced over her few remaining possessions. Some books, CD's, videos, a few pictures and figurines, nothing of any value was left. Pausing she picked up the rag doll, holding it close to her chest. All that she had left in the world was contained in two cardboard boxes. Seeing the tangible evidence, her entire situation was finally beginning to seem real.
"We had all your stuff brought here, what was left of it anyway," Jack entered the office and sat down on one of the chairs. "The people who took you, took most of your things with them. Our lab went over everything but couldn't find anything that seemed out of the ordinary. I wanted your opinion, does anything seem out of place?"
She shrugged touring the table again. "They took everything," her voice was soft, a whisper and Jack detected a quiver in it. "My life..everything. Books, clothes, my diary, photo albums, laptop." She paused picking up a framed photograph; the glass was cracked creating a splice down the middle. "This was my father," she showed Jack. "I don't really remember him. He wasn't around very much before he died."
"Kathryn, Paul Sullivan was your fathers alias," Jack took the photograph from her setting it back on the desk.
"What do you mean?"
"His real name was Petrov Ravinski, he was an agent in the KGB."
"I guess she didn't marry him for information after all." Kathryn's face was hard.
"It seems unlikely," Jack cleared his throat. "What about these?" He opened the file folder containing hand drawn pictures.
Kathryn flipped through them quickly; "they're just pictures I drew when I was little. I made them for my mother so I kept them." her voice trailed off stopping on one. It was one she'd made with her mother; Irina's handwriting was clearly visible in the margin, 'Mom and Katy feeding the ducks'. Kathryn's hands shook as suddenly she ripped the paper in half crumbling it in her hands. "Just throw them out, I don't care, my mother is dead."
"Your things will stay in storage until everything is settled," Jack opened the door calling Agent Weiss in. "Agent Weiss will take you down stairs in a few minutes," Jack said and instructed Weiss to wait outside the door until she was ready.
Kathryn emerged from the room several minutes later after having regained her composure. Right now she just wanted to lash out at someone, anyone. She just wanted kick, scream and cry and wake up from this horrible nightmare that was now her life.
They walked through the main section of the building; Kathryn was pleased to discover that most of the employees were used to her presence now. They no longer stared or whispered about her when they thought she wasn't looking. It almost felt nice, her entire life that was all people did. At school the kids and teachers always talked about her. She was always the foster kid, or the new kid. It wasn't easy to make friends and then when she did, they usually didn't last. She'd been in foster care and group homes for 11 years and in all that time she'd lived in over 20 different places, most of them she could barely remember. Switching homes hadn't left time to keep friends.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"Sub levels," Weiss held the door open for her flashing his ID at the security guard. "There's Jack."
Kathryn looked around; she spotted Jack on the opposite side behind a glass window talking with a bald headed man. "Whose that?" she asked.
"That's Director Kendall, he's the big guy," Weiss explained. "He's also an ass," he added under his breath.
"Good to know," She smirked walking on ahead.
"Wha-'Shiner-'Shiner what did you mean by that?" Weiss followed her, but she didn't respond.
Jack and Kendall approached them. "Kathryn this is Director Kendall-"
"Yes, hello. Agent Weiss was just telling me what an-"
Weiss slapped his hand over Kathryn's mouth and gave the two a nervous smile. He then cleared his throat laughing nervously and removed his hand from Kathryn's mouth after receiving strange looks from both Jack and Director Kendall.
"As I was saying," Kathryn glared at Weiss. "Agent Weiss was just telling me that you are an important person around here and I wanted to thank you for your assistance in finding me."
"Oh your welcome," Kendall stumbled over his words surprised at her response.
"Kathryn come with me, there's just one more test I want to run before you go to the safehouse," Jack took her through another door.
"What is this place?" she asked confused.
Jack didn't answer. He led her to a stall and took his gun out of his jacket pocket. He cocked it and handed it to her. "Aim at the target and shoot."
"But-" Kathryn didn't know what to say as Jack put earmuffs on her ears and pointed her to face the target.
"Aim and shoot!"
"But I told you I don't know how-"
"Shoot it!" Jack ordered. "Pull the trigger now! Shoot the gun!"
Breathing rapidly Kathryn was surprised at how steady her hands were. She followed his instructions raised the gun, aimed quickly at the target and pulled the trigger firing off several rounds.
Jack took the gun from her. "Agent Weiss is going to take you to the safehouse now."
"But why-?" Kathryn began but was cut off. Weiss had taken her arm and was ushering her out the door.
"Interesting girl," Kendall commented walking over to Jack.
Jack didn't respond. He pulled the target of the board and brought it back to show Kendall. "She said she'd never held a gun before," Jack pointed out the bullet holes. "Yet, she's a perfect shot."
Kathryn was indeed a perfect shot. 3 out of the five bullets had hit the bullseye dead on. They were kill shots. He shook his head walking towards the door, there was no way she'd never had any training, so either she was lying or she never knew about it. The second reason seemed more probable because after all why would she lie?