Reposting this story. Loved the idea that Jack would confront Irina especially after he had fought so hard against the two "bonding"
As always the characters belong to JJ Abrams.
Enjoy ^_^
TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF
Irina stood at the window looking out at nothing. She couldn’t bear to remember those words she had spoken to Sydney. She had done it again. She had cut herself off from the only person who made it possible to live in this cell. Two days and it was already too long.
You fool, she thought, why did you do that? She knew though that her wish had been for Sydney to leave the CIA and the spy-game, the danger, the constant living on the edge. She had wanted her daughter to live a normal life and now that SD-6 and The Alliance were gone, she had hoped Sydney would seize the chance. She did not want herself to be the reason Sydney stayed.
She heard the buzzer warning her someone was coming. She turned around slowly, thinking that maybe it was Sydney, maybe she was coming to tell her she was leaving and would say one last goodbye.
As the footsteps came closer though, she realized it wasn’t her daughter. She walked slowly toward the window as Jack appeared. She didn’t like the look on his face. Recently he seemed more resigned to her being here and talking with Sydney. She waited for him to speak.
“How could you do that to her again?” His words were cold and his eyes, unforgiving.
Her chest tightened in fear. It was fear of now losing the only other contact she had with the outside world.
“Jack,” she began, biting her lips trying not to cry, “if she stayed in the CIA because of me, I couldn’t bear it. Do you think I put myself in this room or in any prison for the rest of my life because I had a change of heart? When Sydney showed up in Taipei and then in Barcelona, I could only see myself and I didn’t want this for her in thirty years.”
“Commendable,” he said, “but it seems that she now feels once more abandoned by the one person she wanted to see most.” He stared at her, then blinked, as he watched tears starting to well up in those dark eyes.
“Thanks, Jack. Her lips trembled and one tear rolled down the right cheek.
“Irina,” his tone softened, “Sydney was taken by Sloane in Zurich. We don’t know where she is OR if she’s alive.”
“What happened?”
He told her quickly. “We need your help.”
As always the characters belong to JJ Abrams.
Enjoy ^_^
TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF
Irina stood at the window looking out at nothing. She couldn’t bear to remember those words she had spoken to Sydney. She had done it again. She had cut herself off from the only person who made it possible to live in this cell. Two days and it was already too long.
You fool, she thought, why did you do that? She knew though that her wish had been for Sydney to leave the CIA and the spy-game, the danger, the constant living on the edge. She had wanted her daughter to live a normal life and now that SD-6 and The Alliance were gone, she had hoped Sydney would seize the chance. She did not want herself to be the reason Sydney stayed.
She heard the buzzer warning her someone was coming. She turned around slowly, thinking that maybe it was Sydney, maybe she was coming to tell her she was leaving and would say one last goodbye.
As the footsteps came closer though, she realized it wasn’t her daughter. She walked slowly toward the window as Jack appeared. She didn’t like the look on his face. Recently he seemed more resigned to her being here and talking with Sydney. She waited for him to speak.
“How could you do that to her again?” His words were cold and his eyes, unforgiving.
Her chest tightened in fear. It was fear of now losing the only other contact she had with the outside world.
“Jack,” she began, biting her lips trying not to cry, “if she stayed in the CIA because of me, I couldn’t bear it. Do you think I put myself in this room or in any prison for the rest of my life because I had a change of heart? When Sydney showed up in Taipei and then in Barcelona, I could only see myself and I didn’t want this for her in thirty years.”
“Commendable,” he said, “but it seems that she now feels once more abandoned by the one person she wanted to see most.” He stared at her, then blinked, as he watched tears starting to well up in those dark eyes.
“Thanks, Jack. Her lips trembled and one tear rolled down the right cheek.
“Irina,” his tone softened, “Sydney was taken by Sloane in Zurich. We don’t know where she is OR if she’s alive.”
“What happened?”
He told her quickly. “We need your help.”
