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This story is borne from an idea by your own Dream Writer 4 Life.
Becky: Sorry it took so long to get started… even though I had your [amazing] key points, I still had to formulate my own plot first. So here it is, I hope I do your idea justice and am able to convey the same ideas that you wanted me too. Wish me luck, I've never written someone else's idea before~
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1.
[It is the evening of April 24, 1976.]
She gasped in a quick breath as she felt the pain spread throughout her body once again and clenched her teeth to keep from crying out. This was a pain that she had never experienced though it was considerably dwarfed by the knowledge of what was to come.
She closed her eyes as she felt Jack's hand land on her now shaking shoulder, could feel his concern permeating her skin and reaching her heart, distracting her from planning on what would now occur.
A new sensation.
Her mouth fell open in a slight "o" as she turned her head to look into his face. "Jack, get my bag."
His eyes lit up with an emotion that she found she could not describe. It was one full of love and devotion as well as concern and excitement she was sure but the combination and mixture of all these emotions was one too heavy for her to even begin to analyze.
"Where is it?"
She hesitated. She needed to buy time. "I think that it's under the bed but if it's not then it might be in the back of my closet."
It was in the cupboard next to the doorway.
He went off, hurriedly, panicked as she, despite the ever-present waves of pain rolling throughout her system, calmly picked up the telephone and, attaching the bug killer, dialed a familiar number.
{in Russian}
"Send in the team, the address is unchanged. Take the first one. The room on the third floor should be reserved under panic order and the head surgeon will be Dr. Richard Oakes."
There was an affirmative.
She quickly took off the small metal pin from the cord and dialed the hospital, informing them that she was on her way.
She leaned heavily against the wall as she made her way down the seemingly endless hallway to the door where Jack was waiting, bag in hand. "It was in the cupboard."
She smiled wanly as her face contorted with pain once more. "Silly me, I must have forgotten."
They reached the hospital at a record time- 12 minutes and 34 seconds, an entire 6 minutes after the team had entered.
Two streets away, a black van drove off, having served its purpose.
On the fifth floor, another pregnant woman under a panic order was ushered into the delivery room, snagging the first available standby crew, conveniently waiting for the arrival of a Mrs. Bristow. Dr. Richard Oakes was marked as "unavailable" on the chart and four hours later, Anastasia Drigochev's daughter was born.
In their place strode in another crew, stoic, emotionless, utterly professional. They carried with them two thin files and introduced themselves as the new transfers from the pediatric and infant care section of the hospital in the next city.
The computer confirmed their statement.
And so it happened that the identical twin daughters of Irina Derevko were delivered by a Dr. Aleksandr Kirkoff. One was pronounced healthy, beautiful, and, wailing, was placed into the arms of the expectant mother. She was given the name Sydney.
The other, just as loud, just as full of life was, at the slight nod of Derevko's head, pronounced dead upon delivery and placed into a small coffin where it was stored in a truck waiting to deliver bodies to the morgue.
Five blocks away from the morgue, a group of three men stepped in front of the automobile and without hesitation, shot a bullet through the glass cleanly into the head of the driver inside.
The earlier-described coffin was taken out of the rear and placed into another vehicle close by.
Anastasia Drigochev, the pregnant women admitted earlier in the hospital, was given the child. She set aside her own newborn and placed her in the soft bed of blankets next to her before picking up this new stranger and settling her at her breast.
The infant stopped crying.
Vienna Derevko was now property of the KGB.
11 miles away, two parents wept for the death of one of their children.
Sydney Bristow lay in her crib, fast asleep.
TBC…
Hey… so what did you guys think? I know that it must have been a bit aggravating because it was all in italics but I wanted to stress that all this obviously occurred in the past.
Becky, I know that so far I've only gotten to about one of your 5-6 general ideas but I hope I've written it well… it was a blast to write and I was on such a roll that this chap was cranked out in about 15 minutes. Thank you so much, I have a feeling I'm going to love writing this. Let me know if you have something else in mind though I might end up straying from your plot a bit if it gets too specific.
I wasn't planning on calling Sydney's twin sister "Vienna" but that for some reason popped into my head and now I really really like it… it sounds really pretty to me but then again maybe that's just me.
Anyway… review for the next chapter~ Curious about Vienna? Sydney? You should be… Becky's laid out one hell of a plot. Whoa…just realized (with the help of SAG) that both Sydney and Vienna are names of cities in countries that sounds strangely alike to one another…hmmm…
Sydney Australia Bristow… Vienna Austria Derevko… haha…wow I really have to lay off the caffeine… (and yes I'm just kidding about the middle names)~
-Jennifer