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Title: Dark Angel in Disguise
Summary: A different take on what happened to Sydney during her missing years.
Timeline: AU; Beginning of Season 3; right after Sydney tells off Vaughn for giving up on her and Jack showing her the tape of her killing Lazarey
Shipper: Sarkney
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of it so don’t sue me.
A/N: This is my first fanfic so be kind. I’m not a writer but this idea came to me and I couldn’t resist. Would love any feedback or comments. I posted this over at SD-1 and CopyThat some time ago. I decided to give AllAlias a try too.
A/N: Anything in Italics are thoughts.
Chapter 1
Sydney made her way to the JTF building for yet another day of work. She sighs, feeling the dread wash over her heart.
It has been a week since my return and nothing feels right. Yet another day of people staring at me like I’m a ghost. I am a ghost. I was dead for two years. Everyone has moved on and made a life that doesn’t include me.
Going to work used to have a feeling of accomplishment and pride. Now, it feels more of an obligation and a chore than anything else.
Not today, not anymore. Today I’m going to put that feeling of dread behind and focus on getting my life back. I just wish I could shake this feeling like I’m missing something. Of course I’m missing something! I’m missing two years of my life! I’m missing my two best friends! I’m missing my soul mate!
Enough! I can’t keep focusing on everything that I have lost.
Once Sydney enters the Rotunda, Dixon waves her into his office. The sensation of uneasiness becomes more intense as she approaches the office.
“Sydney, please have a seat. How are you doing today?”
How am I doing? Seriously? Why does everyone keep asking me that question? It’s not like they want to hear a truthful response. They want me to lie, smile, and tell them everything is just frickin peachy. Ok Syd you can do this. Sit in the chair. Plaster on a big fake smile, look Dixon in the eyes and lie through your teeth. “I’m fine. How are you?”
“Good. I know this has been a difficult time. And if there is anything I can do please don’t hesitate to ask.”
Oh give me a break. If I hear one more person tell me they know how difficult things are and offer any more help I’m going to rip their eyes out. Ok, don’t roll your eyes. Fake smile still in place? Yup, keep smiling. “Thank you. It has been hard but I’m slowly adjusting to the circumstances. So, is that all or did you need to discuss something else with me?” Please let that be all so I can go to my desk and get on with my day.
“Actually, there is something I’d like to discuss with you.” Pauses for a moment and stares at Sydney.
Damn It! I knew I couldn’t get away that easily. And why is he pausing so dramatically? I hate when people do that. Things have really changed between Dixon and I. He used to be my friend, a father figure, someone I could rely on. Now, he’s just robotic Director Dixon. Great Syd, way to pay attention to boss man.
“I would like to help with finding out what happened to you for the past two years. Obviously we had no leads of your whereabouts. Have you given any thought to where you would like to begin your search?”
No Dixon, I haven’t given any thought to it at all because of such a hectic social life right now I just can’t seem to find the time. “Yes, actually I wanted to question Sark. I know he’s been in custody but I believe he will be able to give me some clue as to where to begin looking.”
“Syd, you do realize that we’ve questioned him extensively. He has given us no information of your disappearance. Have you had time to review the transcripts?”
Ok, I know I’ve been “dead” for two years but give me a little credit. Has everyone forgotten who I am? “Of course and I know he’s withholding information. Dixon, he’s Sark. In the two years that the CIA has had him in custody he has barely given any usefully information. He was my mother’s right hand man for years. He worked closely with Sloane right before I disappeared. And he has the annoying quality of always knowing at least something about everything that concerns me.”
“Even if that is the case, how do you propose to get him to tell you anything?”
Right, definitely forgotten who I am. “Sark has made it clear on many occasions that he has the utmost respect for me as an agent. He believes we are equals in every way. That we are destined to work together. He’s tried to recruit me numerous times. I’ll use that to my advantage.”
“How can you use that to your advantage? He’s in custody. You can’t actually work with him now.”
Thank you for bringing that to my attention. If you hadn’t I would have never come to that conclusion. “No, but I can make him believe that I need his help.”
“Sydney, I don’t think that is such a good idea.”
Of course you don’t think it’s a good idea. If the CIA couldn’t get anything out of him how could I possibly believe that I could? Have you lost all your faith in me? Has everyone lost all their faith in me? “I know I know. But I need to start somewhere. Let me talk to him and we’ll go from there.”
“Ok, good luck”
I don’t need your god damn luck. “Thanks”
Sydney leaves Dixon’s office and walks towards the cell where Sark is being held. The familiar sound of the gates rising brings back memories of when she used to visit her mother. Sydney stands in front of the glass cell observing the prisoner.
They cut his hair off! What were they thinking? Ok, it doesn’t look that bad. It actually makes him look older, sexy even. But I liked his hair curly. What is wrong with me? I haven’t seen the cocky bastard in two years and the first thought I have is about his hair? He’s slimmed down too. Guess he can’t exactly stay in top form with all the interrogations and living in a box for so long. Focus Sydney! Stop checking out his looks and get to work!
“You’re dead!” Sark sits on his metal bed staring at Sydney.
Oh great, yet another one. “That’s what everyone keeps telling me. Sorry to disappoint you.”
Sark steels his expression to be one of indifference and approaches the glass partition. He stands with his hands clasped behind his back and his posture rigid. “Miss Bristow, I apologize for my outburst and shock. I was not aware of your resurrection. The CIA doesn’t really feel the need to keep me informed of current events.”
Wow, he’s really good. If I didn’t know any better I would actually believe he’s little performance. It’s a good thing I do know better. Sydney crosses her arms across her chest and glares. “Sark, please don’t underestimate me. I know you well enough. You knew I was alive and exactly where I’ve been for the last two years. So, why don’t you spare us both the trouble and just tell me what you know.”
“Am I to understand from your statement that you have no idea where you’ve been for the last two years?”
Damn it! This is not going how I planned. Of course it’s not. Nothing goes as planned when Sark is involved. Why should this be any different? Ok, pull yourself together and focus.
Sydney pushes a button on the side of her watch. “We have 5 minutes. Sark, I need to know what you know about my disappearance.”
“Miss Bristow, how is that in any way going to help me?”
Arrogant, selfish bastard! “You help me and I’ll help you.”
“A partnership?”
So typical. At least Sark hasn’t changed since I left. He’s the only one that hasn’t changed. Why is that comforting? Focus Sydney! “A partnership. I would think you have grown bored of your current accommodations. Help me and I’ll see what I can do about that.”
“Do you honestly believe that I would agree to your offer? That I would believe your offer was even genuine? The Legendary Sydney Bristow would not be so naïve.”
“Just tell me…..”
Sydney grabs her head, screams in pain and falls to her knees.
Sark yells, “Guard guard!”
Sydney continues screaming and collapses on the floor shaking violently. Two guards come running under the gates.
Guard #1 yells into his radio, “We need a medic team down in the prison area NOW!”
Dixon and Jack come running into the hall. The two men are stunned to see Sydney curled up in a ball on the floor convulsing.
Jack yells, “Sydney!” He pushes the guards out of his way and grabs his daughter desperately trying to hold her down.
Suddenly Sydney stops shaking and whispers, “Julian”
Sark stares at Sydney in shock, “What did you just say?”
Everyone is staring at Sydney waiting for her to say something. Sydney cautiously stands on wobbly legs and approaches the cell. She stands in front of Sark and raises her hand to press against the glass. She stares into his blue eyes and says, “Julian Lazarey”
Sark’s mouth falls open. He gapes at her from shock, “How did you…”
Sark grabs his head and screams in pain. He collapses to the ground and begins to shake just as Sydney did a few moments ago. The medic team finally arrives and rushes towards the cell’s door.
Sydney stands in their path, “No! He doesn’t need medical attention.”
Everyone stares at Sydney. The looks of disbelief on their faces have not changed since they entered the prison area.
Dixon composes himself enough to say, “Sydney, he needs a doctor. Just look at him!”
Again with the lack of faith! “Trust me Dixon. Just leave him. He needs to go through this. He needs to remember.”
Jack steps forward, “Remember what Sydney?”
“He needs to remember…”
A pained whisper coming from inside the cell stops her from finishing her sentence. “Julia”
Summary: A different take on what happened to Sydney during her missing years.
Timeline: AU; Beginning of Season 3; right after Sydney tells off Vaughn for giving up on her and Jack showing her the tape of her killing Lazarey
Shipper: Sarkney
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of it so don’t sue me.
A/N: This is my first fanfic so be kind. I’m not a writer but this idea came to me and I couldn’t resist. Would love any feedback or comments. I posted this over at SD-1 and CopyThat some time ago. I decided to give AllAlias a try too.
A/N: Anything in Italics are thoughts.
Chapter 1
Sydney made her way to the JTF building for yet another day of work. She sighs, feeling the dread wash over her heart.
It has been a week since my return and nothing feels right. Yet another day of people staring at me like I’m a ghost. I am a ghost. I was dead for two years. Everyone has moved on and made a life that doesn’t include me.
Going to work used to have a feeling of accomplishment and pride. Now, it feels more of an obligation and a chore than anything else.
Not today, not anymore. Today I’m going to put that feeling of dread behind and focus on getting my life back. I just wish I could shake this feeling like I’m missing something. Of course I’m missing something! I’m missing two years of my life! I’m missing my two best friends! I’m missing my soul mate!
Enough! I can’t keep focusing on everything that I have lost.
Once Sydney enters the Rotunda, Dixon waves her into his office. The sensation of uneasiness becomes more intense as she approaches the office.
“Sydney, please have a seat. How are you doing today?”
How am I doing? Seriously? Why does everyone keep asking me that question? It’s not like they want to hear a truthful response. They want me to lie, smile, and tell them everything is just frickin peachy. Ok Syd you can do this. Sit in the chair. Plaster on a big fake smile, look Dixon in the eyes and lie through your teeth. “I’m fine. How are you?”
“Good. I know this has been a difficult time. And if there is anything I can do please don’t hesitate to ask.”
Oh give me a break. If I hear one more person tell me they know how difficult things are and offer any more help I’m going to rip their eyes out. Ok, don’t roll your eyes. Fake smile still in place? Yup, keep smiling. “Thank you. It has been hard but I’m slowly adjusting to the circumstances. So, is that all or did you need to discuss something else with me?” Please let that be all so I can go to my desk and get on with my day.
“Actually, there is something I’d like to discuss with you.” Pauses for a moment and stares at Sydney.
Damn It! I knew I couldn’t get away that easily. And why is he pausing so dramatically? I hate when people do that. Things have really changed between Dixon and I. He used to be my friend, a father figure, someone I could rely on. Now, he’s just robotic Director Dixon. Great Syd, way to pay attention to boss man.
“I would like to help with finding out what happened to you for the past two years. Obviously we had no leads of your whereabouts. Have you given any thought to where you would like to begin your search?”
No Dixon, I haven’t given any thought to it at all because of such a hectic social life right now I just can’t seem to find the time. “Yes, actually I wanted to question Sark. I know he’s been in custody but I believe he will be able to give me some clue as to where to begin looking.”
“Syd, you do realize that we’ve questioned him extensively. He has given us no information of your disappearance. Have you had time to review the transcripts?”
Ok, I know I’ve been “dead” for two years but give me a little credit. Has everyone forgotten who I am? “Of course and I know he’s withholding information. Dixon, he’s Sark. In the two years that the CIA has had him in custody he has barely given any usefully information. He was my mother’s right hand man for years. He worked closely with Sloane right before I disappeared. And he has the annoying quality of always knowing at least something about everything that concerns me.”
“Even if that is the case, how do you propose to get him to tell you anything?”
Right, definitely forgotten who I am. “Sark has made it clear on many occasions that he has the utmost respect for me as an agent. He believes we are equals in every way. That we are destined to work together. He’s tried to recruit me numerous times. I’ll use that to my advantage.”
“How can you use that to your advantage? He’s in custody. You can’t actually work with him now.”
Thank you for bringing that to my attention. If you hadn’t I would have never come to that conclusion. “No, but I can make him believe that I need his help.”
“Sydney, I don’t think that is such a good idea.”
Of course you don’t think it’s a good idea. If the CIA couldn’t get anything out of him how could I possibly believe that I could? Have you lost all your faith in me? Has everyone lost all their faith in me? “I know I know. But I need to start somewhere. Let me talk to him and we’ll go from there.”
“Ok, good luck”
I don’t need your god damn luck. “Thanks”
Sydney leaves Dixon’s office and walks towards the cell where Sark is being held. The familiar sound of the gates rising brings back memories of when she used to visit her mother. Sydney stands in front of the glass cell observing the prisoner.
They cut his hair off! What were they thinking? Ok, it doesn’t look that bad. It actually makes him look older, sexy even. But I liked his hair curly. What is wrong with me? I haven’t seen the cocky bastard in two years and the first thought I have is about his hair? He’s slimmed down too. Guess he can’t exactly stay in top form with all the interrogations and living in a box for so long. Focus Sydney! Stop checking out his looks and get to work!
“You’re dead!” Sark sits on his metal bed staring at Sydney.
Oh great, yet another one. “That’s what everyone keeps telling me. Sorry to disappoint you.”
Sark steels his expression to be one of indifference and approaches the glass partition. He stands with his hands clasped behind his back and his posture rigid. “Miss Bristow, I apologize for my outburst and shock. I was not aware of your resurrection. The CIA doesn’t really feel the need to keep me informed of current events.”
Wow, he’s really good. If I didn’t know any better I would actually believe he’s little performance. It’s a good thing I do know better. Sydney crosses her arms across her chest and glares. “Sark, please don’t underestimate me. I know you well enough. You knew I was alive and exactly where I’ve been for the last two years. So, why don’t you spare us both the trouble and just tell me what you know.”
“Am I to understand from your statement that you have no idea where you’ve been for the last two years?”
Damn it! This is not going how I planned. Of course it’s not. Nothing goes as planned when Sark is involved. Why should this be any different? Ok, pull yourself together and focus.
Sydney pushes a button on the side of her watch. “We have 5 minutes. Sark, I need to know what you know about my disappearance.”
“Miss Bristow, how is that in any way going to help me?”
Arrogant, selfish bastard! “You help me and I’ll help you.”
“A partnership?”
So typical. At least Sark hasn’t changed since I left. He’s the only one that hasn’t changed. Why is that comforting? Focus Sydney! “A partnership. I would think you have grown bored of your current accommodations. Help me and I’ll see what I can do about that.”
“Do you honestly believe that I would agree to your offer? That I would believe your offer was even genuine? The Legendary Sydney Bristow would not be so naïve.”
“Just tell me…..”
Sydney grabs her head, screams in pain and falls to her knees.
Sark yells, “Guard guard!”
Sydney continues screaming and collapses on the floor shaking violently. Two guards come running under the gates.
Guard #1 yells into his radio, “We need a medic team down in the prison area NOW!”
Dixon and Jack come running into the hall. The two men are stunned to see Sydney curled up in a ball on the floor convulsing.
Jack yells, “Sydney!” He pushes the guards out of his way and grabs his daughter desperately trying to hold her down.
Suddenly Sydney stops shaking and whispers, “Julian”
Sark stares at Sydney in shock, “What did you just say?”
Everyone is staring at Sydney waiting for her to say something. Sydney cautiously stands on wobbly legs and approaches the cell. She stands in front of Sark and raises her hand to press against the glass. She stares into his blue eyes and says, “Julian Lazarey”
Sark’s mouth falls open. He gapes at her from shock, “How did you…”
Sark grabs his head and screams in pain. He collapses to the ground and begins to shake just as Sydney did a few moments ago. The medic team finally arrives and rushes towards the cell’s door.
Sydney stands in their path, “No! He doesn’t need medical attention.”
Everyone stares at Sydney. The looks of disbelief on their faces have not changed since they entered the prison area.
Dixon composes himself enough to say, “Sydney, he needs a doctor. Just look at him!”
Again with the lack of faith! “Trust me Dixon. Just leave him. He needs to go through this. He needs to remember.”
Jack steps forward, “Remember what Sydney?”
“He needs to remember…”
A pained whisper coming from inside the cell stops her from finishing her sentence. “Julia”