Author's note- Okay, I thought that I'd write this chapter a little
differently! It's written as Jack's thoughts when he learns that Sydney's
been captured. If you like it, I'll do one for each character! Umm, this
chapter is gonna be a bit shorter than the rest, and I'm deeply sorry about
that! If the character seems wrong, it's all my fault! I haven't been
watching Alias for that long, so I'm still learning about the characters.
When I heard that Syd had been captured, I almost jeopardised the mission I was on in my haste to get back into the USA, where I could at least feel useful. I was so worried that my team-mates thought that I'd lost my mind. All it took was three little words -Sydney's been captured- to splinter my world.
Instead of being able to look for her, I was stuck in some God-forsaken corner of Borneo, waiting for a shipment of black market small arms to reach our contact. He, of course was late to the drop off point with the only weapon in the shipment we where interested in.
By the way, the weapon was a small laser gun capable of cutting through a solid steel door in less than ten seconds. In the right hands, it would prove to be a hugely useful in taking down SD-6. In the wrong hands it would be deadly.
But I digress. My thoughts have suddenly developed a worrying tendency to wander. After that agent, who's name I can't remember, told me that my daughter was missing, all I wanted to do was abandon the mission and find her. I wanted to take her into my arms and tell her the truth about everything. To tell her that I loved her. To know that she was safe.
The words 'please, God let her be alive' keep running through my head like a manta. Oh, I know only too well that she's strong, that she's tough. She's had to be, with all that her jobs have put her through. Even after SD- 6 killed Danny, she tried to put on a brave face. Tried to keep the world from knowing exactly how much loosing him had hurt. I think a part of her died that day, when she found him. It's something I hoped she'd never have to go through.
I know that she's been captured before, but this time something felt wrong. No, wrong isn't the right word. Everything felt, well, the only word that remotely covers it is ominous. There's something big going on, and I don't know if I'm going to see my daughter alive again.
Instead of looking for her, I'm sitting on a plane, bound for Cairo. God help the men that took her. Because if I don't kill them, Vaughn will. He loves her, I know. And I know she loves him. But they can't act on that love yet, wont be able to until SD-6 is destroyed. For good. I intend to be there for that day.
When I heard that Syd had been captured, I almost jeopardised the mission I was on in my haste to get back into the USA, where I could at least feel useful. I was so worried that my team-mates thought that I'd lost my mind. All it took was three little words -Sydney's been captured- to splinter my world.
Instead of being able to look for her, I was stuck in some God-forsaken corner of Borneo, waiting for a shipment of black market small arms to reach our contact. He, of course was late to the drop off point with the only weapon in the shipment we where interested in.
By the way, the weapon was a small laser gun capable of cutting through a solid steel door in less than ten seconds. In the right hands, it would prove to be a hugely useful in taking down SD-6. In the wrong hands it would be deadly.
But I digress. My thoughts have suddenly developed a worrying tendency to wander. After that agent, who's name I can't remember, told me that my daughter was missing, all I wanted to do was abandon the mission and find her. I wanted to take her into my arms and tell her the truth about everything. To tell her that I loved her. To know that she was safe.
The words 'please, God let her be alive' keep running through my head like a manta. Oh, I know only too well that she's strong, that she's tough. She's had to be, with all that her jobs have put her through. Even after SD- 6 killed Danny, she tried to put on a brave face. Tried to keep the world from knowing exactly how much loosing him had hurt. I think a part of her died that day, when she found him. It's something I hoped she'd never have to go through.
I know that she's been captured before, but this time something felt wrong. No, wrong isn't the right word. Everything felt, well, the only word that remotely covers it is ominous. There's something big going on, and I don't know if I'm going to see my daughter alive again.
Instead of looking for her, I'm sitting on a plane, bound for Cairo. God help the men that took her. Because if I don't kill them, Vaughn will. He loves her, I know. And I know she loves him. But they can't act on that love yet, wont be able to until SD-6 is destroyed. For good. I intend to be there for that day.