finally is here. decided to name this chapter
irina (chapter iv)
“syd come down! whatever she said i’ll fix it. i’ll do anything! just come down!” sark pled with her.
she was on a bridge. on the side of the railing that faced the highway below. there were very few cars on it, and she stood there unnoticed by anyone but sark. the wind blew her hair into her face. it was black, just like she had wanted. she had wanted all of this. she still wanted all of this.
“i don’t know what your mother told you. whatever it is we can get through it. we can fix it, we can find a solution,” he was begging. “please, sydney. i love you.”
***
two days earlier, they sent out a message. it got anonymously passed from person to person. finally it had reached irina.
“the disc. two million. haviland hotel, london. roy. noon. two days.” she repeated it aloud though the room was empty.
sark and sydney had not underestimated the value of the disc to irina. they had looked at it, seen what was on it, tried to decipher it. it was useless. they had no idea what was on the disc, but they knew irina needed it.
she didn’t send a message back. they hadn’t expected her to. in two days they were at the haviland hotel in a reservation under the name roy, waiting.
“she’s never late either is she?” sydney asked. she was apprehensive.
“better. she probably got here at nine am, made a reservation and has had her people scouting out the place for the past two days,” sark chuckled. he shot her a sideways glance. “you nervous?”
“meeting a mother one hasn’t seen in over twenty years kind of does that to a person,” she replied.
“we’ve got a little while…” he said.
“sark i’m not f***ing you right now.”
he laughed. “but it would be such a great first impression for your mother.”
she rolled her eyes at him but couldn’t help but smile.
the phone rang. sydney looked at sark. he looked at her. neither made a move to get the phone. after the third ring, sark leaned over and picked it up.
“mr. roy,” he dropped his english accent. “yes, of course.”
he placed the phone back on its receiver and looked to sydney.
“you ready?”
“she’s early,” she noticed.
“she’s given herself time to get in the elevator and up here and still be on time,” sark explained.
syd tried to breath quietly, steadily. she tried to keep her hands from shaking, keep her face from showing all of her emotions. when the knock came she was too nervous to take notice whether she was late or early or just on time.
two knocks. it was curt. businesslike. sark went to the door. he let syd take a deep breath, and he opened it.
a man stood in front of them. sydney tried not to giggle. she had expected her mother, a tall, beautiful, vibrant woman, but instead she saw a short, fat, balding man. it was quite a surprise.
“where is irina?” sark snapped.
“i am trey. my employer is just across town. i was told to be sure you have the disk and bring you to her,” the man replied. he had a russian accent.
“well tell your employer when we set up a meeting, it’s not a meeting where she can send some dumbass to check up on us,” sark said. “we expect her.”
god he is so sexy when he gets mad syd thought to herself.
“then you will not come to see my employer?” trey asked.
“no we will not – ” sark began.
“may i talk to you?” syd put her hand on his arm.
he took a breath and nodded. they invited trey inside and went to the other side of the room. it wasn’t a very nice hotel room, so they didn’t have much privacy, but sydney didn’t mind.
“if we let him go back now, he will tell irina that i am here,” she said.
sark sighed. “are you sure he knows you’re his daughter?”
“you must have seen the way his eyes got big when he saw me. he knows,” she replied.
“then we have to go meet your mother with him.” it was a statement.
“we have to go meet my mother,” she repeated it as though she were convincing herself she could do it.
sark turned to trey. “let’s go.”
“may i see the disk?” he asked.
“no,” sark said.
***
the car was a dark blue bmw. sydney allowed sark the passenger’s seat and climbed in back. trey did not drive as quickly or as well as either sark or sydney would have.
sydney found herself remembering times they were driving together. his foot was pushing down harder and harder on the gas pedal. his fingers were gripping the wheel tighter and tighter. his knuckles were getting white. they were flying down the highway at 110 mph. she was grinning.
“sydney?” sark opened her door for her.
she snapped back to reality and stepped out. the house was more like a mansion. ivy clung to the brick walls. sydney glanced back at london. the house was on the outskirts of the town. she took a breath and looked back at the house, ready to enter.
trey opened the large oak doors and led them inside. the entry hall itself was bigger than some homes. it had a huge marble staircase at the edge of it that led to the upstairs. off of both sides were doors. they headed to the left.
behind the door a large hallway was revealed. they walked down it, the only sound was the clicking of their feet as they hit the floor.
trey opened a door on their right, and they entered. there, sitting in a chair behind a desk, was irina.
she wore black-rimmed, oval glasses. her hair was pulled back lightly, some of it falling around her face. though she could not see them, sydney knew her mother was wearing black shoes and black pants to match her plain black shirt. irina was working at the desk, focused, pencil in hand. eventually she glanced up.
it took only a fraction of a second for her to hide her surprise, but even that was too long; sydney had seen it on her face.
“thank you, trey,” irina said.
trey left and closed the door. irina rose.
“you are working with sark, are you?” she asked.
sydney didn’t answer the question. “i have some business i need to discuss with you.”
“i think i should get answers first,” irina said.
“
you should get answers? my mother was supposed to have died when i was six. she wasn’t supposed to have been working for the kgb, gathering information on my father. if anyone should get answers, it’s me,” sydney replied. “but that’s not the way i work. i’m only here to get business done.”
“where is the disk?” irina asked.
“that is not your concern at the moment. right now, i need information about dad’s death.”
irina stared at her. she could feel as irina traced her face, she could tell she was noticing similarties to hers. but sydney kept her eyes cold and emotionless. irina nodded.
“sark, if you could leave us alone please?” she asked.
“no way in – ” sark began.
“julian,” sydney cut in. “it’s fine.”
sark glared at irina. his eyes were fierce. he wasn’t about to let her hurt sydney, but he had to leave the room. he sighed, and headed for the door, not looking back. the hallway was quiet and looming, as though waiting for something terrible to happen. the room seemed just the same.
“what do you need to know about your father’s death?” irina asked.
she sat back down at her desk and began shuffling through papers.
“i need to know who did it, or how i can find out who did it,” sydney replied.
she watched her mother’s hands as they stacked papers and filed them away like any standard business woman would do.
“it’s been months. you don’t know who did it?” irina questioned her daughter.
“no. i was busy helping sark so he would help me. i thought that you would want to be a part of anything brought against dad’s killers,” she said.
“i thought it was you.”
“you thought i killed dad?” sydney exclaimed.
“no, i thought the woman who was working with sark was you. i had heard of this woman. she was an amazing woman. professional, eyes on the prize, vengeful. no one knew her name. i thought it might be you. i knew you had disappeared on a mission where you met sark. i knew that he would want you to work with him. and i knew you could be all the things people told me about the woman,” irina explained. “you and i are not so different.”
“i didn’t expect you to be so blockbuster like. ‘you and i are not so different.’ how about an ‘i’ve always loved you’? or a ‘nothing could come before my daughter’?” sydney scoffed. “you and i are different. i would never leave my daughter and my husband, my family. i would never leave my life.”
“what are you saying? you did leave your life. you are no longer sydney bristow. you made sure of that,” irina replied. “you left because someone died. i left because if i hadn’t, i would have died.”
“dad knew you were alive the entire time. just like he knew sd-6 was not the cia,” sydney changed subjects. “when he finally brought himself to tell me everything, he died. i have been trying to make everything up to him from the moment you left us. i have been trying but it is hard. so now, i am even willing to work with you to take down his killers.”
“i was not the cause of your father’s death,” irina snapped. she paused. her voice was softer now. “but of course i will help you. i will send someone to your hotel or an apartment or whatever. i know just the man. if he doesn’t know who killed your father, he will find out for you.”
“you mean you don’t know?” sydney asked.
“i mean it hurt me too much to think about it. the emotions were too strong for me to hide, so i buried them. our line of work is not the type where you get to stop and grieve because the man you love died. it’s not the way it works,” irina replied. “go back to your hotel. i will send someone later tonight or tomorrow.”
sydney nodded. she couldn’t believe she had just met her mother. both of the women had hidden their emotions. irina quickly hide her surprise. sydney didn’t even ask for an explanation. but even after all the years, they still had the mother-daughter connection. sydney knew she could trust irina. irina knew she would always protect sydney. it’s just the way it was.
sydney opened the door. sark was immediately at her side.
“what happened? are you okay?” he asked.
she nodded but didn’t say anything. with one last glance at her mother, she made her way out of the house. sark was right next to her the entire time. he was genuinely scared for her. he had no reason to be, but sydney didn’t speak at all. they got in the car and drove away, neither saying another word.
***
“come down!” he yelled. “please!”
sydney stepped over the edge of the bridge and back onto the pavement. sark raced to her and hugged her.
“my god, never do that again,” he said. “are you okay?”
“i’m fine,” she assured him.
they walked back toward his car.
“are you sure you are okay?” she asked. “i mean, ‘i love you’? what are you fifteen?”
he smirked at her. “that seems to make most women feel good about themselves.”
“for one, i’m not most women,” she replied. “and two, who needs love when you got a gun?”
hope you like. sry about the lack of smut, but next chapter (which i started before finishing this one
) has one of the best smut scenes i've ever written. hope to update in just a few days. i made you guys wait so long for this one i figured i'd give you other one really quickly. hope you like.
m-c