Rating: PG (angst)
Spoilers: All the way through the so called series finale, ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD
Summary: Sydney gains back a priceless heirloom she thought lost forever.
Disclaimer: I don't own Alias or its characters, because if I did then Jack Bristow never would have been killed off in such a pointless way! I have made NO money off of this and I expect NOT to be sued for writing or sharing this with my fellow Alias fans on the internet!
Author's Note: This is likely the only time ever I will ever acknowledge Jack Bristow's death as they presented it at the end of Alias as I truly hated the way he died since I saw it as being so pointless!
This could be considered slightly AU and you'll see why, though for the most part I am sticking to canon.
This story takes place two months after the series finale.
Sydney looked up at the secretary from where she sat thumbing through a magazine like she would at the doctor's office, "Yes?"
"Director Devlin will see you now," the secretary said, rising from behind her desk to act as an escort. Sydney followed her deeper into the office until both were standing outside the director's door. "Just go on in, Miss Bristow. The director is expecting you."
Sydney nodded, and watched as the secretary started off towards the front. She waited until she was out of sight before she raised her hand to knock on the door. After receiving Devlin's muffled permission, she entered his office.
Devlin looked up at her from the other side of his desk with a smile. Rising as she approached, he extended his hand in greeting, "Sydney, so good to see you again."
Sydney nodded, "Likewise."
He motioned for her to sit down in a chair across from his desk, "Can I offer you something to drink? Coffee? Water?"
"No, thank you."
"Let me just say again that I was sorry to hear about Jack," Devlin said. Until now he hadn't had a chance to offer his condolences to her in private and in person, "Your father was a fine man, and one of the best agents I ever had the privilege of working with."
Even as he spoke the words, Devlin couldn't help the flash of memory that went through his head of the last time he saw Jack. Jack had essentially held all of the directors short of the Director of the CIA, hostage trying to find out who was Prophet Five's mole, and therefore could tell him where they were holding his daughter prisoner.
At the time Devlin remembered being angry at the implication one of them was involved with a terrorist organization, but that view changed when he looked back on it. Now he very well understood Jack's actions as being one that of a father desperate to find and protect his child from very evil people. With that understand he couldn't blame Jack for his actions as Devlin knew he would have done the same thing to protect one of his own children from those same evil people.
"Thank you," Sydney replied quietly.
"Now, what can I do for you?" He listened as Sydney explained her request, and sadly he shook his head as she finished, denying her. "I'm sorry but I can't give you've asked for."
"Why not?" Sydney asked.
Devlin frowned slightly at her question, "You were in the Agency for almost 15 years. I shouldn't have to remind you about the classified nature of the work we do here. I'm sorry, Sydney, I can't help you."
Sydney wasn't ready to let the matter go just yet. "Mr. Devlin, all I am asking for is to have one picture of my father from the CIA, not his entire history as an agent! One day I want to be able to show my daughter her grandfather's face when she asks me who he was since she'll never know him for herself by firsthand experience."
Devlin sighed, "As the risk of sound repetitive I wish I could help you, Sydney, I really do. But you know as well as I do there's a reason the Agency classifies all materials regarding our agents, even after their death. It's to protect the agents they worked with and more importantly their families."
Sydney didn't try to hide her frustration and disappointment, "I know."
"You have not one single picture of Jack at all?" Devlin asked.
Sydney shook her head, "No I don't because if you'll remember everything I had from when I was a child was destroyed four years ago when the Covenant set fire to my apartment. My family pictures were included in that blaze."
"Did you try looking in Jack's apartment for pictures he may have had?"
Sydney nodded, "Yes but as you can imagine, Mr. Devlin, the only pictures he kept were of me or my daughter and not of himself."
"You never had a family picture made?" Devlin asked.
"How could we with our lives being as insane as it was first with me and my father not on speaking terms, and then SD-6, then the Covenant, then finally Prophet Five?"
Devlin shook his head remembering all of the insanity of the Bristows' lives, and he felt regret for what he had to say, "It's a shame that everything was always conspiring against you like that but I am afraid my original answers has to stand. I can't help you."
With tears in her eyes, Sydney accepted his words, "Thank you for your time, Mr. Devlin."
To Be Concluded...