So I wrote this story about 3 years ago on , and have recently decided to resurrect it and finish it. Hope you all enjoy!
Summary: AU: Irina finally tells Jack the truth about the Passenger and who's daughter she actually is – Set Pre-Nadia.
T for now, but certain chapters will be M.
Disclaimer: Alias belongs to ABC and J.J. Abrams. All the new characters belong to me.
Jack cursed silently to himself as he looked at the blank screen of his laptop.
Ever since Irina had dissolved her communications account he had been
continuously searching for some way to contact her, but so far he had been
unsuccessful. He had all of his contacts searching too, but it seemed utterly
impossible. Irina had hidden herself away well, and he had little doubt in his mind
that she could stay underground indefinitely if she chose to.
'Btch', He thought to himself for the millionth time since he had discovered
the truth, discovered the extent of her traitorous ways. In all those years that he
had hated her, cursed her for lying to him and deceiving him, it had never once
crossed his mind that she might have been unfaithful to him as well. God, how
could he have been so blind. And how could she have sat there, pretending to be
sorry, pretending to have missed him while all along she knew how deeply she had
betrayed him. In Panama, and during that year of hurried meetings, stolen
moments and brief rendezvous she had just been deceiving him and lying to him
again. How could he have not seen her for who she really was?
Jack looked forward to the next time that he saw Irina. He was already
planning just how he wanted the meeting to go. All of his versions of their next
meeting began with him demanding the truth and ended with Irina in pain, as way
of making up for the emotional pain she put him through for the last twenty-four
years. Although to do this, he would first have to find her. He could only hope that
by now she had heard about Sloane's apparent execution, and the death of
her 'lover' would be enough to draw her out of hiding, or at least enough for her to
make a stupid mistake that would lead him right to her, wherever she was.
Frustrated, Jack turned the laptop off and put it on the seat next to him in his
car. He was obviously not going to find his scheming btch of a wife this way;
make that soon to be ex-wife. After all, as soon as the truth unraveled of her
indiscretion he had felt the final blow of her betrayal and sent out immediately for
divorce papers. As soon as the papers arrived all Jack would have to do was sign
on the dotted line and she would be cut from his life forever. "Well, at least
legally," he said to himself.
As much as he hated to admit it, Irina Derevko would always be a part of his
life. Before they had been joined by their daughter, after her death they had been
brought together in morning and a twisted kind of attraction, and now Jack was
bound to her with an all consuming hate. A hate that constantly reminded him of
all that she had put him through, and continued to put him through.
Jack started up the car. Time to go and check on her 'partner in crime' in the
warehouse Jack had secured him in. Not something that he was looking forward to,
but oh well. Jack was so preoccupied with how he was going to go about this
meeting, that he didn't notice the gas that was slowly filtrating his car. As he
started to lose function of his motor skills, his last thoughts before he passed out
were of his hate for the two people he had once trusted more than anyone else in
the world.
Jack woke up God knows how many hours later with a splitting headache,
only to find himself bound and gagged in the back of a moving truck. The truck
was hurdling at an incredibly fast pace down some unpaved road, in which every
bump and jar transferred immense pain to his already aching body. Light filtered
through the cracks in between the wooden planks, and he could make out the
blurry figure of a woman sitting on a bench attached to the side of the truck. As his
vision cleared, he could make out her light brown hair, and her seemingly familiar
figure. He realized why she looked familiar when she saw that he was awake and
approached to remove the gag. "I was wondering when I would meet you,
Yelena." He grumbled, as the woman who looked so very much like Irina returned
to her seat on the bench.
"So glad you recognize me Jack. All though I'm not surprised. Growing up I was
always told how much I looked like my darling little sister. Never mind the fact that
I was older than her, and it was her who took after me." She said with a mockingly
bitter expression.
"Ah, the sibling rivalry revealed." Jack said sarcastically. This earned him an angry
glare, which he read as 'how dare you mock me.' Funny. He had often gotten that
same expression from her sister. "So, what do I owe the pleasure of this
unexpected meeting? Did I do something to piss the Derevko sisters off, or were
you just a little bit jealous that you're the only sister I haven't met." Jack said
spitefully.
Yelena smiled. "Oh Jack, what makes you so sure that I'm the only sister you
haven't met?" Jack looked up at her in surprise, and her smile widened making her
look like the cat that ate the canary.
Jack took a moment to regroup his thoughts, filing away this little tidbit of
information for later examination, before he addressed her again. "So, are you
going to tell me why I'm here, or what?" he asked.
"You are here because Irina wanted to see you," Yelena answered
cryptically. "She could have just asked." Jack replied.
"But if she asked you, she would have had no assurance that you would have
come alone. This way, she can see you without exposing herself." Yelena replied,
looking through one of the cracks between the wooden planks. "We're here." She
announced, as the truck came to an abrupt halt. Yelena stood up and untied his
legs. "Don't you try anything, or you will not only receive enough pain to regret it,
but I will personally escort you back home without answering any of the many
questions that I'm sure you have" She warned.
Jack sullenly resisted the urge to drop kick her when she hoisted him to his feet.
After all, he did want to know the truth from Irina. Then he would happily do
whatever it took to make that conniving btch pay, and her sisters had better not
interfere.
The back of the truck was opened and Yelena led Jack outside. His legs wobbled
and the bright sun aggravated his headache, and Jack was ashamed at the fact
that he had to lean on Yelena for support. As the truck pulled away she led him up
through an iron wrought gate and up a wide driveway. Jack immediately gauged
his surrounds, hoping to find a hint of where he was. From the landscape he
guessed he was either in England or Ireland. As far as he could see there were no
other houses, nothing but green hills and blue skies. The weather was mild,
characteristic of early summer in Northern Europe. As they approached the house,
Jack began to scrutinize that as well. To call it a house would be a gross
understatement. It was nothing less than a castle. It looked to be at least a few
centuries old, if not older. No doubt it was full of winding hallways and hidden
rooms, the ideal place to hold someone captive. He had better make sure to keep
his bearings if he needed a chance to escape from Irina's clutches.
Yelena lead him through the main entrance hall and down a long
corridor. She opened the door a motioned to him to go in. "Irina will be with you in
a moment." Yelena said, untying his arms. "Don't even think about trying to harm
my little sister." She warned, reading him like an open book. Jack scowled at her
before entering the room. Yelena quickly closed the door behind him, and he
heard the distinct sound of a key in a lock as she locked the door behind him.
Jack slowly surveyed the room, taking in the elegant décor. The tapestries and
furniture gave a soft, gentle feel to it, so very unlike Irina. If he had been a little
more alert Jack would have immediately begun examining and cataloguing all of
the details of the room, but his head was still pounding from whatever Yelena had
drugged him with, followed by the uncomfortable truck ride. So Jack Bristow, spy
extraordinaire, the man who had sworn to always be on guard when within 100
miles of his traitorous wife, sat down in one of the armchairs near the window and
promptly fell asleep.
Jack didn't know how long he slept before he was awoken to the sound of a key in
the lock. Jack immediately stood up, waiting for whoever was on the other side of
the door. In a moment he was rewarded with the sight of Irina, and promptly
pinned her against the wall.