The Road Not Taken
By: Détente
Disclaimer: Alias is not mine if it was I would be rich and syd and sark would be together. Don’t sue me I have no money.(not true I have about 27 dollars but you can have it just bring season four back sooner)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What if Irina took Sydney with her?
A/N: This is my first fic be gentle
PROLOGUE
Assistant Director Devlin paused and gazed pensively at the woman in front of him, “You said you were willing to cooperate, so tell us about your self, what’s your name”
“I have had many names. If you’re referring to my first name, my birth name, it was Sydney Bristow. It seems logical that I use that name to describe myself. However I am no longer that person. Sydney Bristow was a pathetic weak American girl who died when she was six years old. My new name, the name that Russia gave to me is the title I use most frequently. When my mother took me from America to the Soviet Union I became Svetlana Derevko.”
She paused and reflected on her answer. The name Sydney was not erased completely from memory. Sometimes, her mother Irina would call me that sometimes accidentally. Almost immediately afterwards a look would come over her face of extreme regret and sadness. In her minds eye she could almost imagine her mother mourning the loss of her father who was killed by his own government after attempting to escape with them. This forlorn expression would fade over time as the name itself was forgotten and she became a new person. She hated the U.S.A. they had taken her sister Nadia from her.
“You said your mother raised you in Russia.” Kendall stated blandly as he rubbed his bald head in frustration.
“The first thing I learned when I came to my new country was to hide who I was, who I had been. Americans were not popular in the Soviet Union they were thought of as capitalist pigs. Being raised in America I stuck out rather noticeably every time I opened my mouth to speak. I learned Russian rather quickly and did everything I could to conceal my accent. It was only with my mother that I ever dared to speak English and she was forever away on missions for the KGB.”
She paused for a moment, thinking about the family she had not seen in so long. During the periods when her mother’s absences were quite lengthy her aunts Katya and Elena or my grandmother would look after her. She had particularly enjoyed the visits with Katya who would teach her things that her mother would frown on, how to shoot, how to spy, and how to fight, these became new favorite activities. Sydney had no formal education. She never went to any real school. Her mother would eventually become her teacher and she was more than qualified in this field. Sydney learned about normal things, literature, advanced math, and science, then I would learn language after language, assorted types of martial arts, chaos theory, everything and anything that her mother could teach me.
“When did you join The Man’s organization?’
Sometimes I wondered if my she planed for me to be a spy. Sydney thought to herself. While circumstance would show that this was part of her endgame she was never sure.
“As I showed greater and greater affinity to the skills needed for the job it became obvious what I wanted to do with my life. At 17 I became a full member of the man’s organization.”
“What did you do for the man?” Kendall questioned.
“My first mission for the Man was an assassination. I progressed quickly through the ranks. Spying was easy, it made sense. My chief task for almost 6 years was to locate and retrieve Rambaldi artifacts. However, the frequent missions especially the ones dealing with Milo Rambaldi attracted the attention of the Alliance of 12 and of the CIA. Your agency is of course are aware of this fact. Though I was always careful to avoid being photographed.”
“Could you give us an example of some of the missions you preformed or the artifact’s you gathered” Kendall asked suddenly intrigued.
“I will tell you my code name then perhaps you will know who I am. Your agency assumed I was male and I earned the nickname the Red Claw, probably because of my work with knives.”
As for Kendal he did his very best not to look surprised of the fact that the woman in front of him was a notorious murderer and had thwarted almost every CIA attempt to gain Rambaldi artifacts. However she continued to talk because the Assistant Director seemed to baffled to speak at the moment.
“On a non-eventful afternoon I was called into the Man’s office. You know the rest I was assigned to the SD-6 mission.”
“Exactly how did you infiltrate SD-6” He spoke finally as he tried to regain his composure.
“ That could take a little while to explain,” she said with a smile
TBC
By: Détente
Disclaimer: Alias is not mine if it was I would be rich and syd and sark would be together. Don’t sue me I have no money.(not true I have about 27 dollars but you can have it just bring season four back sooner)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What if Irina took Sydney with her?
A/N: This is my first fic be gentle
PROLOGUE
Assistant Director Devlin paused and gazed pensively at the woman in front of him, “You said you were willing to cooperate, so tell us about your self, what’s your name”
“I have had many names. If you’re referring to my first name, my birth name, it was Sydney Bristow. It seems logical that I use that name to describe myself. However I am no longer that person. Sydney Bristow was a pathetic weak American girl who died when she was six years old. My new name, the name that Russia gave to me is the title I use most frequently. When my mother took me from America to the Soviet Union I became Svetlana Derevko.”
She paused and reflected on her answer. The name Sydney was not erased completely from memory. Sometimes, her mother Irina would call me that sometimes accidentally. Almost immediately afterwards a look would come over her face of extreme regret and sadness. In her minds eye she could almost imagine her mother mourning the loss of her father who was killed by his own government after attempting to escape with them. This forlorn expression would fade over time as the name itself was forgotten and she became a new person. She hated the U.S.A. they had taken her sister Nadia from her.
“You said your mother raised you in Russia.” Kendall stated blandly as he rubbed his bald head in frustration.
“The first thing I learned when I came to my new country was to hide who I was, who I had been. Americans were not popular in the Soviet Union they were thought of as capitalist pigs. Being raised in America I stuck out rather noticeably every time I opened my mouth to speak. I learned Russian rather quickly and did everything I could to conceal my accent. It was only with my mother that I ever dared to speak English and she was forever away on missions for the KGB.”
She paused for a moment, thinking about the family she had not seen in so long. During the periods when her mother’s absences were quite lengthy her aunts Katya and Elena or my grandmother would look after her. She had particularly enjoyed the visits with Katya who would teach her things that her mother would frown on, how to shoot, how to spy, and how to fight, these became new favorite activities. Sydney had no formal education. She never went to any real school. Her mother would eventually become her teacher and she was more than qualified in this field. Sydney learned about normal things, literature, advanced math, and science, then I would learn language after language, assorted types of martial arts, chaos theory, everything and anything that her mother could teach me.
“When did you join The Man’s organization?’
Sometimes I wondered if my she planed for me to be a spy. Sydney thought to herself. While circumstance would show that this was part of her endgame she was never sure.
“As I showed greater and greater affinity to the skills needed for the job it became obvious what I wanted to do with my life. At 17 I became a full member of the man’s organization.”
“What did you do for the man?” Kendall questioned.
“My first mission for the Man was an assassination. I progressed quickly through the ranks. Spying was easy, it made sense. My chief task for almost 6 years was to locate and retrieve Rambaldi artifacts. However, the frequent missions especially the ones dealing with Milo Rambaldi attracted the attention of the Alliance of 12 and of the CIA. Your agency is of course are aware of this fact. Though I was always careful to avoid being photographed.”
“Could you give us an example of some of the missions you preformed or the artifact’s you gathered” Kendall asked suddenly intrigued.
“I will tell you my code name then perhaps you will know who I am. Your agency assumed I was male and I earned the nickname the Red Claw, probably because of my work with knives.”
As for Kendal he did his very best not to look surprised of the fact that the woman in front of him was a notorious murderer and had thwarted almost every CIA attempt to gain Rambaldi artifacts. However she continued to talk because the Assistant Director seemed to baffled to speak at the moment.
“On a non-eventful afternoon I was called into the Man’s office. You know the rest I was assigned to the SD-6 mission.”
“Exactly how did you infiltrate SD-6” He spoke finally as he tried to regain his composure.
“ That could take a little while to explain,” she said with a smile
TBC