Ficart by the talented JeSouhaite
Amsterdam
Pairing:
Jack/Vaughn
Summary: Grief makes strange bedfellows....
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Disclaimer: I understand that Alias and its characters are the property of JJ
Abrams and ABC. I have no aspirations as a writer and will never profit from it.
I do it purely to entertain my friends and myself.
Spoilers: Post-Telling
Background: This beast was born of snarks traded between Daera
and
myself after "The Two" and "Succession" about why SpyDaddy
was being so bitchy about Vaughn. Dae kept egging me on to write a fic and I
agreed to write her a "quick and dirty" for Xmas. BWAHAHAHAHAHA. I've
got no problem with dirty, but quick is another story. This puppy's nine
chapters.
Much
beta love to the lovely Luna
and eloquent Elise2.
Forgive me my beloved SpyDaddy! The Daera made me do it.......
Chapter
1
“Well, old man, that must have been one hell of a surprise,” the guard
quipped as he led Jack back to his sterile, windowless cell. “It must at least
take away some of the sting of being here.”
Jack scuffled along with his shackles, deep in thought. He looked up only
momentarily to see the young man’s expectant expression, schooling his
features into his trademark deadpan. If only he knew…
The guard had been stationed here only a few months ago, but he fancied that he
and Jack had some sort of connection. Jack granted him that he was far more
courteous than the rest, but harbored suspicions that his civility was nothing
more than a set up. It was more important than ever to keep up appearances. He
softened his demeanor slightly, letting all of Sydney’s revelations have their
impact.
“Yes, yes, it was. I guess I’m still a bit in shock about it all.”
The guard nodded his understanding and they continued the rest of the way to his
cell in silence.
It wasn’t really a lie. He was dumbfounded that Sydney was back working with
the CIA, given what he knew. The video proved that she must have been
programmed, but it must have short-circuited somehow. He was grateful for her
amnesia. It would prevent her from incriminating herself until he could figure
out how to get out of here and tell her what he knew. Oh God, there’s so
much she doesn’t know…
He flashed to Sydney’s other revelation. Vaughn is married. He realized
that his response was perhaps bitter, but he still couldn’t believe that
Vaughn had acted so rashly. It was probably better this way though. Sydney and
he had obviously been in contact, however briefly. Perhaps her anguish over his
betrayal would keep him from confiding other, even more painful truths. He
certainly hoped so.
Jack and his escort finished their journey back to his cell. Another guard
joined them and assisted in unshackling Jack, assuring his cooperation. After
the cell was locked, the first guard turned back, stating, “Maybe they’ll
let her come again, or perhaps you could negotiate to see her. Let me know and I’ll
contact Lindsey…. if you want.”
Jack smiled wanly and shook his head. Plant.
Once they were gone, he sank down onto his cot and leaned back against the cool
cement of the wall, closing his eyes and remembering the events that had led to
one of the strangest interludes of his life.