Spoilers: the Enemy Walks In Note: Thanks to Lena Olin, I mean wow watching the first ep was an encouragement,

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She was breathing hard, and a gust of warm wind hit her face. She didn't notice the sky darken, or the clouds move in, or the hour that had just passed by. Then the rain started, it poured large and hard droplets. The humidity and heat warmed the air. She was soaked through. Her mother was shaking her to move. She was telling to go with her. Her voice was faded because of the pounding rain. Sidney looked straight into the downpour "Was everything a lie?" she said hoarsely. Then starred at her mother, "Was it?" Her mother knelt on the ground and pulled her into a hug, "Not everything," Lana said then paused and looked lovingly at her daughter. She pushed a lock of hair that was clinging to Sidney's cheek behind her ear. Her apartment was gone, all her things destroyed, and Carrie and Sam probably thought she was dead. "We've got to go, we've stayed here too long, you have to trust me!" Sidney let her mother pull her off the ground and rush her through the park, even though she wasn't sure that she could trust the woman she had trusted all her life.

At the entrance of the park was a black unmarked car. As the window unrolled we saw the face of a skinny older man. He called for them to get in. "It's okay," her mother urged. Sidney got into the back of the car, and her mother got into the front with the man. It smelled of thick cologne and cigarette smoke. Her mother started to speak a language she didn't recognize, it sounded like Indian.but she wasn't sure. She thought her mother only spoke Russian, French and English, just like she did. But she was wrong. Was there even a Gallows Publishing House? What was going on? "Would you just speak English already! Or do you have more secrets to keep?" Sidney demanded.

"Sid I wanted to get us out of danger out of the country, but they've added heavy securities," her mother sighed.

The skinny man spoke, "We will head to the fire, were they will least suspect us."

"The what? I thought we were going to speak English." Sidney questioned as she leaned forward.

"You're not serious Alex, not there," Lana looked shocked.

"The highest security is there right now, why not head where they least expect us to. Right under their noses," he countered.

Lana looked at Sidney and held her hand tightly, "The City of Angels it is."

Sidney kept holding her mother's hand and starred out the window and watched the rain pour. It was raining so hard the world looked like a water painting. She felt like an over curious child all over again. Who was shooting at them? Who was her mother working for now? If the witness protection program story was a cover was her father alive? She was tired and let herself drift to sleep and allowed herself some peace for the moment

When she woke up the sun was shinning and she saw a sign for Burlington International Airport. She was in Vermont. She looked around and saw her mother, or some variation of her mother. Lana was straightening a curly long vibrant red wig outside of the car. She was wearing large sweatshirt and blue jeans with holes in them. Things Lana Jonco would never wear.

"Change into these," her mom said as she handed her a large paper bag.

Sid looked in the bag and frowned. She quickly slipped in the outfit and wig. And tried her best to put the make up on. When she stepped out of the car she glanced at the reflection in the car. She wore a curly short light blonde wig. She was wearing a floral shirt with ruffles and tight old looking light blue jeans with cowboy boots.

"Since when do we dress like Lolly and Cookie from the county fair?" Sid asked.

"Since we're going to LA as Suzy Jensen and Lulu Parks." her mother answered and passed her a passport.

"Isn't that fraud?" she looked her mother in the eyes.

"Yes, but it's the way we'll survive. The legal way doesn't always do that," her mother approached her and straightened her wig, "Now how well do you remember how to do a Texas accent?"

When they got to the plane, her mother with her new accent complained that she had to get a good seat. She decided to stay silent throughout the flight. She had to think. Was her mother telling her the complete truth? If she was a former agent why there were people trying to kill here? She waited until they successfully got through customs, and into the airport bathroom.

Her mother passed her another shopping bag, this time with a black suit, heals, in it. "Change into these."

She listened to her mother, and they both got into separate stalls and changed. She would have said no, but her wig was itching. When they got out they dumped the cowboy outfits in the trash. Her mother who was dressed in similar attire pulled her to go.

"Enough!" Sidney cried and backed away from her mother.

"This isn't the place-" her mother began.

"It's never the place. I want the whole truth now or I'm leaving and going directly to dad's grave." She threatened. She didn't want to hurt her mother but enough was enough.

Her mother starred off into space for a moment, she never thought this moment would ever come, "There is no grave."

"You never buried him?" Sidney held her hand to her mouth in disgust.

"He was never dead. Your father is alive." She saw Sidney was going to speak. Shock had already washed over her face, and betrayal was in her eyes, "Please let me finish. I love you Sidney. I want you to know that. When we were with your father, I was a KGB agent. And your father was a CIA agent, I was sent undercover to use him to find out government secrets. I never expected to fall in love with him and have a child. But I did. You weren't part of the cover, you were made out of love. That wasn't false. But there came a time when I had to report back to the KGB, and my assignment was over. I had completed my mission." She had to tell her the complete truth, "I've done things, horrible things. I've killed for my agency. But one awful thing I wasn't willing to do was leave you behind. If I had stayed with your father, the KGB would have sent out assassins to kill us. I couldn't risk your lives. Once the KGB, now K-directorate, found out I had you with me they came after us. So for years now I've been head of a rogue agency, with Alex as the cover headman, I've been able to keep us a secret from them. But now it seems they have found us out." She reached out her hand to brush some hair out of Sidney's face.

"Who are you?" Sidney questioned horrified. Her own mother a murderer, her father alive.

"My name is Irina Derevko, alias Lana Jonco, and alias Laura Bristow." She looked her daughter straight in the eyes.

"I need to think," Sidney ran out of the bathroom, and Irina ran out after her. All she saw was a large crowd of people, and could not spot her daughter.

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She took a bus across town, and searched for the place on the tourist book she picked up at the airport. She walked in and headed straight to the reception's desk, "I need to see who's in charge," she had to find her father, if he was really alive. The receptionist asked her who was asking, so she answered, "Sydney Bristow."