Interventions



Summary: Irina causes chaos between our two favorite agents and others.

Disclaimer: ... I own my coffeemaker, mirror, bed, tv, laptop, but not the whole Alias idea. Otherwise I'd own a car, a pool, a mansion, etc...

* * * * * *Chapter One: Life Is Like Poker * * * * * *

My defenses are up. I never let my guard down. They too follow the same suit. It's like poker. Keep your opponent guessing, keep on bluffing, and keep on winning.

So far my luck's been good. I get a cushy government job, marry a man who can help me forget my troubles, and bring a brown-eyed, brown-haired baby girl into this world. In a way, I have a full house. But then my past comes mocking me, laying down a royal flush. I fold and give in. All those dead ghost come haunting and it's my turn to leave.

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Six years of happiness. Thirteen lives taken. One life to drown.

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I remember the day Laura Bristow died. She had just whipped a 4 star breakfast and answered the endless list of questions Sydney had to offer. 'Why is the sky blue? or 'How come I have to eat spinach?'. Usually, Laura would sweep the six year old of her chair giggling and smear a streak of peanut butter on her cheek. However, this morning Sydney in a toothless grin asked, "Why do people go away?"

Shocked, Laura dropped the pan she held in her hand and cradled the bundle of pain.

"Why do you ask?"

"Jimmy's frog fell asleep and wouldn't wake up and Jimmy's mom said he went away. Are you going to go away too?" she babbled on.

"Siddy," she cooed restraining the tears, "eventually everyone has to go away, even me. But when the do leave this world, they're not completely gone. As long as you remember the good times you had they will always be here." She pointed to the little girl's heart.

"Mommy, promise me you'll never leave me," begged the huddled figure.

Laura's tears shined through her eyes refusing to spill. She hastily put the child down on the chair and made herself busy arranging the plates. "Forget what we discussed, baby. I have to go to work now. Daddy's in the living room if you need anything." She pulled on her light jacket and kissed the girl's cheek which she immediately squirmed and wiped it away.

Laura was sick of lying. But soon it would be over. She careened down the promenade in her red '72 Chevy. In her rear view mirror, she saw a man in an overcoat nod to her. It's now or never Laura thought to herself.

Immediately she stepped on the gas pedal and launched the two ton mass into the Pacific Ocean. Above the waves, people sprinted to the scene of the event punching three simple numbers into pay-phones. Little did they know it was all an act.

Down below, Irina slammed her fist against the weakest part of the window letting water flood into the submersed vehicle. She had to stay down long enough for everyone to believe she was dead and long enough for a passing KGB controlled ship to pick her up. Sucking on the stale air on the tire, images of Jack raced through her mind. He would be in a trance like state too devoted to his work to grieve. That was Jack Bristow's way of dealing with problems. But, Sydney, Sydney was too young to grow up alone. She would be playing with dolls with no one around to pose as Barbie's best friend. Every minute, every second of Laura Bristow's life would be wasted and she could never shape her own daughter's future.

Overhead her thoughts were interrupted by the passing haul of a ship. She scrambled to the surface releasing her grasp from the deflated tires. Hauled aboard she was greeted by her colleague, Igor Valenko, who was currently working as FBI under the name Calder. Accepting the blanket from Valenko, she transformed back into Irina Dereveko devoid of any compassion to the man she used for Intel or the daughter whose future she could have prevented.

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So here I am, I'm at the CIA's beck and call. Do I answer, no not to them. They have no idea what they're up against. The evil, the hatred, the betrayals. After all why would I give up when I have a straight of diamonds. And the only cards that beat those are a royal flush and only one person hold those cards. Only she can control me, the one person I can't control, and for that I respect my daughter.



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Sorry for the confusion. The whole poker analogy will be explained later on

Other questions::

Yes, Sydney was 6 when her mom died in 1981.

Yes, Igor Valenko posed as a FBI agent in the show.



~Stephanie~