okelay
Cadet
Sydney stared at the paper, trying to understand. 'Is this a joke?' She thought 'it’s impossible! No way! This must be fake.'
She had come home that day after a tiring mission and a even worse debriefing to find a package waiting for her. It was from her mother.
She hadnt seen or heard from her mother since she escaped in mexico city.
Jack had warned her her mother might attempt contact with her, so she wasnt completely surprised but she wasn’t expecting it either.
If the package itself had been a surprise, it’s contents had been worse.
Mostly photos. the happy days of the bristow family .. or the pretense of happines at least. There were photos of her, of her mom and dad of all three of them. Those were cute.
Then there were the weird ones.
A baby . Irina with a baby. Jack and irina with a blonde boy. There were a lot. Most of them showed irina and they boy, some of them had jack,irina and the boy, and one, on an antique frame (much like the one now held a photo of her and vaughn) lay one single photo that blew her mind.
It was her, her mom,dad, and the boy. All of them smiling like a happy family.
And underneath it all, one piece of paper. The answer to her unspoken question.
The identity of the boy.
Alexei Bristow.
Her little brother.
If this is real... why now??
Where is he.. does he know?
Does he need help?
Is mom with him??
Does dad know?
There were many pictures with jack and the boy but she wasnt sure if they were real or fake.
Picking up her phone, she called her father.
She had to know if it was true.
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“You knew?!”
“About Alexei?
Yes, i did.
Your mother contacted me after his birth”
Jack, as usual, showed no emotion, and he could clearly see the mixed of feeling running through sydney.
“So? What happened to him? Where is he?”
“He’s gone,Sydney. Don’t dig into the past”
“Dad. You know i will find out. I’d rather if could just tell me”
“What’s there to tell? He’s gone.. he’s just gone...
you will never find him and neither will i”
“Please, Dad. I need to know what happened.
Is my family too.”
“Fine, Just do yourself a favor and go get Vaughn. I’ll tell kendall we’re taking the day off”
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“What are we doing here?”
After a 2 hour-long drive, delayed by jack’s detour to buy flowers, they arrived to their destination.
A garden. Or so it seemed.
Jack stepped out of the car and started walking. Sydney and Vaughn followed.
The garden vas very green and it had a certain... not happy but warm atmosphere. There were trees and flowers everywhere, and gifts spreaded on the ground.
They stopped at a plaque with a angel standing next to it.
It read
“Alex Eli B.D.
6.3.1982 – 6.6.1986
Beloved Son
A Little angel that left us too soon”
Jack kneeled in front of the small grave and left the flowers on it.
There was a photo on a plastic blag glued to the grave.
It showed Jack,Irina and Alex, and on a little kid’s writing it said “mom” and “dad” on jack and irina’s faces.
Jack wasn’t talking or doing anything but stare at his son’s grave
and sydney didnt dare to ask anything.
She wondered if he had been there for the funeral, if her mother had, how had he died.. a million questions ran though her mind, but she knew she had to wait.
Vaughn stood next to her, putting his arm around her, offering silent comfort. It was then sydney knew why her father asked her to get vaughn. It was then she knew her father approved him , even if he never said it.
She had come home that day after a tiring mission and a even worse debriefing to find a package waiting for her. It was from her mother.
She hadnt seen or heard from her mother since she escaped in mexico city.
Jack had warned her her mother might attempt contact with her, so she wasnt completely surprised but she wasn’t expecting it either.
If the package itself had been a surprise, it’s contents had been worse.
Mostly photos. the happy days of the bristow family .. or the pretense of happines at least. There were photos of her, of her mom and dad of all three of them. Those were cute.
Then there were the weird ones.
A baby . Irina with a baby. Jack and irina with a blonde boy. There were a lot. Most of them showed irina and they boy, some of them had jack,irina and the boy, and one, on an antique frame (much like the one now held a photo of her and vaughn) lay one single photo that blew her mind.
It was her, her mom,dad, and the boy. All of them smiling like a happy family.
And underneath it all, one piece of paper. The answer to her unspoken question.
The identity of the boy.
Alexei Bristow.
Her little brother.
If this is real... why now??
Where is he.. does he know?
Does he need help?
Is mom with him??
Does dad know?
There were many pictures with jack and the boy but she wasnt sure if they were real or fake.
Picking up her phone, she called her father.
She had to know if it was true.
<0>
“You knew?!”
“About Alexei?
Yes, i did.
Your mother contacted me after his birth”
Jack, as usual, showed no emotion, and he could clearly see the mixed of feeling running through sydney.
“So? What happened to him? Where is he?”
“He’s gone,Sydney. Don’t dig into the past”
“Dad. You know i will find out. I’d rather if could just tell me”
“What’s there to tell? He’s gone.. he’s just gone...
you will never find him and neither will i”
“Please, Dad. I need to know what happened.
Is my family too.”
“Fine, Just do yourself a favor and go get Vaughn. I’ll tell kendall we’re taking the day off”
<0>
“What are we doing here?”
After a 2 hour-long drive, delayed by jack’s detour to buy flowers, they arrived to their destination.
A garden. Or so it seemed.
Jack stepped out of the car and started walking. Sydney and Vaughn followed.
The garden vas very green and it had a certain... not happy but warm atmosphere. There were trees and flowers everywhere, and gifts spreaded on the ground.
They stopped at a plaque with a angel standing next to it.
It read
“Alex Eli B.D.
6.3.1982 – 6.6.1986
Beloved Son
A Little angel that left us too soon”
Jack kneeled in front of the small grave and left the flowers on it.
There was a photo on a plastic blag glued to the grave.
It showed Jack,Irina and Alex, and on a little kid’s writing it said “mom” and “dad” on jack and irina’s faces.
Jack wasn’t talking or doing anything but stare at his son’s grave
and sydney didnt dare to ask anything.
She wondered if he had been there for the funeral, if her mother had, how had he died.. a million questions ran though her mind, but she knew she had to wait.
Vaughn stood next to her, putting his arm around her, offering silent comfort. It was then sydney knew why her father asked her to get vaughn. It was then she knew her father approved him , even if he never said it.
YoungStarsOwner
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aww that was so sad, will you continue?
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Alias Fan Gillian
Cadet
That was good. You should continue.
okelay
Cadet
CHAPTER 2
After the graveyard, Jack drove to a near coffee house.
“We need to talk” he said in the 20 mts drive.
Sydney and Vaughn, sitting on the back, spent the time on a silent conversation.
Now, there were sitting on semi-hidden booth on “Karen’s cafe”
Three smoking cups of coffe laid in from of them
And yet no one had said a thing.
Taking a sip of coffee and deep breath, Sydney faces her dad.
“Aren’t you going to tell us what happened?”
“I will... is just... hard.
Your mother... Irina
She was pregnant when she dissapeared.
She knew she couldnt go back to to the KGB.
They’d make her terminate it, or take the child away.
She hid here, on the US.
I knew she was KGB when she contacted me.
Of course, i was stubborn and skeptical. I wouldnt hear what she had to say.
Two weeks after our first contact, she tried again... she begged me to help her.. and i couldnt refuse.
The baby was premature.. he had a few problems...
The doctors didnt thought he’d survived.
But he was tough. He made it. He was named after our grandparents, and we gave him both last names to continue a tradition.
When he was old and strong enough to travel, they went to new zealand.
I had you and Irina wanted to raise him.
She knew how dangerous it was, but she wouldnt let someone else took care of him.
I made arragenments with another family and she promised to hand him over when he turned 6. she wanted him to remember her. To remember me. His family.
He was very smart and learn to read and write when he was only 3 years old. I sent them letters and pictures of you and me every week.
She did the same and in every letter there was a small note from him.
I had a cousin living in australia and they went to visit. He was so excited to meet family... he was such a good boy.
In the farm where they lived... there was a fire.
He was lost for almost a day. We were all so worried.
As soon as irina told me, i took the first plane out. I was there in 12 hours.
he turned out and he was fine. Safe. We took him to the hospital,
And he had just inhaled some smoke.
But then..
He fell into a coma and didnt wake up.
What happened, we never knew.
I wanted to know, to do something, to find out what happened, but i couldnt afford it. No one could know about this.
Me and irina came here to bury him
“He’s american” she said to me “He deserves to be buried there”
She insisted on coming with me and i couldnt say no. She couldnt miss her son’s funeral.
Afterwards, we had a long talk.. we stayed together for nearly two weeks.
I forgave her.
The day we parted she asked me to take care of you and to visit him for her.
Im ashamed to say i didnt fulfill my promises.
I distanced myself from you and i spent almost 10 years without visiting him.
Until i learned about your recruitment into sd-6.
I realize then i had lost both of my children.
I couldnt come close to you so instead i started coming here.
Now at least i can say i have tried to keep my promises.”
“Oh my god, dad, i... im so sorry.. i wish you would have told me before... now i understand.. why you were distant and dettached but overprotective.
Im really sorry ,dad”
“Thanks,sweetheart”
<0>
Even after the story from her father, sydney has questions, doubts and what-ifs.
But she knew she couldnt push her father more.
It had taken him a great deal to tell her so much.
She and Vaughn were talking about this, in a way, it changed everything.
They had come up with a plan to contact her mother.
She had faked her death once, and sydney couldnt help but wonder if she hadnt done the same with her son.
Sydney hadnt been to her mother’s grave in years. Even before learning the truth, she could only go once or twice a month. After knowing who her mother was, she had stopped. There was no point.
Instead, Vaughn had taken her to his father’s grave.
He went there often and did nearly the same she did at Laura Bristow’s grave.
She wanted to go to Alexei’s grave again but she had to be sure he was there first.
After the graveyard, Jack drove to a near coffee house.
“We need to talk” he said in the 20 mts drive.
Sydney and Vaughn, sitting on the back, spent the time on a silent conversation.
Now, there were sitting on semi-hidden booth on “Karen’s cafe”
Three smoking cups of coffe laid in from of them
And yet no one had said a thing.
Taking a sip of coffee and deep breath, Sydney faces her dad.
“Aren’t you going to tell us what happened?”
“I will... is just... hard.
Your mother... Irina
She was pregnant when she dissapeared.
She knew she couldnt go back to to the KGB.
They’d make her terminate it, or take the child away.
She hid here, on the US.
I knew she was KGB when she contacted me.
Of course, i was stubborn and skeptical. I wouldnt hear what she had to say.
Two weeks after our first contact, she tried again... she begged me to help her.. and i couldnt refuse.
The baby was premature.. he had a few problems...
The doctors didnt thought he’d survived.
But he was tough. He made it. He was named after our grandparents, and we gave him both last names to continue a tradition.
When he was old and strong enough to travel, they went to new zealand.
I had you and Irina wanted to raise him.
She knew how dangerous it was, but she wouldnt let someone else took care of him.
I made arragenments with another family and she promised to hand him over when he turned 6. she wanted him to remember her. To remember me. His family.
He was very smart and learn to read and write when he was only 3 years old. I sent them letters and pictures of you and me every week.
She did the same and in every letter there was a small note from him.
I had a cousin living in australia and they went to visit. He was so excited to meet family... he was such a good boy.
In the farm where they lived... there was a fire.
He was lost for almost a day. We were all so worried.
As soon as irina told me, i took the first plane out. I was there in 12 hours.
he turned out and he was fine. Safe. We took him to the hospital,
And he had just inhaled some smoke.
But then..
He fell into a coma and didnt wake up.
What happened, we never knew.
I wanted to know, to do something, to find out what happened, but i couldnt afford it. No one could know about this.
Me and irina came here to bury him
“He’s american” she said to me “He deserves to be buried there”
She insisted on coming with me and i couldnt say no. She couldnt miss her son’s funeral.
Afterwards, we had a long talk.. we stayed together for nearly two weeks.
I forgave her.
The day we parted she asked me to take care of you and to visit him for her.
Im ashamed to say i didnt fulfill my promises.
I distanced myself from you and i spent almost 10 years without visiting him.
Until i learned about your recruitment into sd-6.
I realize then i had lost both of my children.
I couldnt come close to you so instead i started coming here.
Now at least i can say i have tried to keep my promises.”
“Oh my god, dad, i... im so sorry.. i wish you would have told me before... now i understand.. why you were distant and dettached but overprotective.
Im really sorry ,dad”
“Thanks,sweetheart”
<0>
Even after the story from her father, sydney has questions, doubts and what-ifs.
But she knew she couldnt push her father more.
It had taken him a great deal to tell her so much.
She and Vaughn were talking about this, in a way, it changed everything.
They had come up with a plan to contact her mother.
She had faked her death once, and sydney couldnt help but wonder if she hadnt done the same with her son.
Sydney hadnt been to her mother’s grave in years. Even before learning the truth, she could only go once or twice a month. After knowing who her mother was, she had stopped. There was no point.
Instead, Vaughn had taken her to his father’s grave.
He went there often and did nearly the same she did at Laura Bristow’s grave.
She wanted to go to Alexei’s grave again but she had to be sure he was there first.
