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*Disclaimer: I do not own Alias. All I can claim is Saoirse.
Sequel to [url="http://allalias.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=7662&st=0"]Searching for a Dream[/url]. If you're new to the story you might want to read that first.
Setting: Season 3 AU. After the events of Searching for a Dream the rest of Season 2 played out 2 as in: Francie doubled and killed, Will in witness protection, Sydney missing, Jack in
Prison, Sloane pardoned, etc. The story picks up somewhere in the beginning of Season 3.
Summary: 2 years have passed. In the search for her missing memories Sydney is led to an operative of the Covenant. Let’s just say things have gone dark for Saoirse.
Rating: PG-13
[b]Chapter 1
[i]Reality[/i][/b]
Sydney wanted to shake it all off and wake up from the bad dream that had become her life. Francie was gone. Will too. Vaughn was married. Walking into work everyday and seeing him with Lauren… Sydney had wanted to marry Vaughn eventually. That was before two years had been taken from her.
Her mind went back to the video her father had shown her. Sure, she had killed many people in self defense, but this sort of assassination just was not in nature. She must have been brainwashed or worse.
“Sydney,” Jack walked over to her. “Dixon needs to speak to both of us.”
Sydney nodded and followed her father into the director’s office.
“Good morning, Sydney, Jack,” Dixon nodded to both of them. “Thank you for being here.” He glanced to the back of his office. “Mr. Smith,” He waved a hand.
Sydney nearly jumped from where she was standing when she realized someone else was in the room.
A tall lanky man, perhaps mid-twenties, trudged forward from an apparent hiding spot along the wall. His attire looked straight from a skate park: baggy jeans and surf company t-shirt. “I don’t know anything, man!” He threw up his hands. There seemed to be no tying them down as he paced around.
“Smith, that would be contradictory to your pardon agreement. Your cooperation in exchange for release from your assigned prison term,” Dixon added. “This is Agent Sydney Bristow.” He directed the young man’s attention to Sydney.
Smith stopped pacing and stared Sydney. He turned to Dixon. “Yeah, man, I’ve seen her. About six months ago in Caracas.”
“What?” Sydney questioned to Dixon.
“Mr. Elias Smith here is a hacker, Sydney. He has one of the longest arrest records of any computer hacker in western hemisphere and he also has been employed by the Covenant,” Jack explained. “And he apparently saw you during the two years you were missing.”
“Just once!” Smith interjected. He shook his head. “You know you looked better as a blonde.”
“Under what circumstances we meet?” Sydney questioned.
“What you got amnesia?” Smith laughed. “For a hottie, you sure fit the profile of dumb.”
“Smith!” Dixon warned.
“Answer my question,” Sydney demanded taking a step closer to the man.
Smith drew back and held up his hands. “Okay, Miss, no need for violence!”
“Just answer the question, Mr. Smith.”
Smith fumbled his fingers. “You hired me to do a job. Plant a virus in the system of some corporation’s security network. I don’t ask questions I just do the work.”
“Did I happen to mention my name?”
“No. You didn’t pay by check or anything either. It was cash so it can’t be traced. I’m sorry if I can’t help you further,” He turned away and started to study the walls as if they held some unknown knowledge.
“Did they give you a contact number?” Sydney questioned.
“No exactly,” Smith replied. “See I was sort of recommended through a friend. She had the number.”
“And how can we contact this ‘she’?”
“Oh,” Smith ran a hand through his hair. “She’s kind of out of contact at present.”
“A name would help,” Sydney suggested.
“That’ll be easy enough for you to remember it’s yours,” Smith choked on an immature laugh.
“You mean me?” Sydney raised an eyebrow.
“No!” He snapped. “Your last name: Bristow. Her name is something Bristow.”
“What does she look like?” Sydney inquired further.
“You know I never actually met her face-to-face it was this weird internet relationship. You know chat room, IMing, etcetera.”
“Do you recall a first name?” Jack suggested.
He shrugged. “No.”
Sydney looked at Jack who nodded. She turned to Dixon. “Thanks, Dixon.” She quickly followed her father from the office.
* * * *
Jack turned down another street and sighed. He glanced at Sydney who was seated in the passenger seat of the sedan. “It is possible, Sydney, that –”
“Dad, it’s not Saoirse,” Sydney replied adamantly. “Next you’ll say it was her who killed Lazarey!”
“I was going to say that it is possible that the woman who murdered Lazarey was your sister. Not that she is this Bristow that [i]punk[/i] was talking about.”
Sydney shook her head. “Dad, it was me in that video. Saoirse’s at least three inches shorter than me so it couldn’t have been her. Besides, Dad, why would an agent of British Intelligence murder a Russian diplomat? It couldn’t have been a mission.”
Jack was silent as he pulled over to the side of the highway. He shut off the engine and got out of the car.
Sydney stayed seated for a few minutes and watched her father stare out at the surrounding city. Finally with a sigh she opened the car door and got out. She walked up to her father. “Dad?”
Jack looked back at Sydney. “Sydney, your sister disappeared eight months after you did. There was no evidence of abduction. No body was found so she’s listed as missing. It was as if she just disappeared into thin air one day.”
Sydney put hand on her father’s shoulder. “Dad, she wouldn’t do of those things. I didn’t know her for long, but she would never kill someone in cold blood. Nor work for an organization like the Covenant.”
“I’d like to say you’re right, Sweetheart,” Jack turned to Sydney. “But if over thirty years in the intelligence business has taught me one thing it’s that everyone has a darker side.”
[b]Argentina[/b]
“I still don’t know how you managed to get a real copy,” The tall and rather obnoxious man remarked in an accent the woman noted as New York. He grinned a gold-filled smile at the young woman and closed the briefcase. “Ah, sweets, can’t you smile once? That scowl makes you look twenty years older.”
“I used to believe that happiness was as easily found as a smile,” The woman remarked. “Then I lost it.” She grabbed the duffle bag from her feet and slung it over her shoulder. She turned to leave.
“Hey, Bristow!” The man called. “Would you be up for another job?”
Her brown eyes only glared at him with a hint of annoyance. “You know where to contact me.” She opened the door and stepped out of the shadows into the sunlight of Buenos Aires.
A shiver ran down her spine. The woman brushed it off and put on her sunglasses. She glanced down the street before she emerged into the crowd of pedestrians.
This post has been edited by *~Celtic Jedi~*: 30 September 2005 - 05:17 PM
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