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A/N: Hello! I'm snowed in! Yay, no school and loads of snow. I feel like I'm 6 all over again. But thanks to Business studies yesterday and the snow today, I've finished the next chapter. Am hoping to spread my happiness around by making you laugh. Hope very much that I succeed. Thanks to Daredevil, Ismene, J.Turenne, Sandpiper, Jenni, J and J-dog for reviewing. You guys are wonderful and your Angels' halos are set to extra glow! Keep them coming. Well with out any more wafferling, R&R and ENJOY!!! - Bex
It's 6am in the morning. And what a beautiful sunrise we had this morning (Author is smiling and filled with optimism). But sadly you would have had no luck witnessing this sunrise from the CIA's very own 'Hannibal Lecter' cell. But no cannibal is kept in here, no, something far more dangerous is...(cue eerie, spin chilling music) Irina Derevko!!! (Author screams and tries to hide behind their pencil. Author then gathers last remaining courage, downs a large rum and crawls, as bravely as possible from their hiding place). Ok...breathe...lets see what she's doing. Um... she's either mediating or sleeping sitting up. I'm going with mediating. Lets see what she thinking...ERRRRRRR!! (Author tries to end their life using their pencil. Nurse had taken away their pencil and Author is forced to write using their blood, ick!) Trying to read Irina's thoughts are just as hard as trying to read Jack's, maybe even harder! But wait we have managed to get a few words: 'Sydney...Jack...love...trust...double life...last chance...'The Big Plan'...GET OUT OF MY HEAD NOW!'
Ahhh! (Author jumps back in surprise at the last comment and all colour is drained from their face). Ok...breathe...I'm not sure if I want to find out what this means, but it looks like we're going to anyway. Cue two puffs of smoke. The first clears to reveal a figure in a black trench coat, white boots and white sunglass. The other is in a white trench coat, black boots and black sunglass. (Author burst into tears and starts hitting their head against the table. Sadly Nurse has run out of Prozac, so gives Author morphine instead. God bless anti-depressants and painkillers!)
Ok, lets do the same as last time. Lets just say that the one in the black trench coat is Devil Irina and the other one is Angel Irina. (Author is rethinking decision) Does Irina Derevko have a good side?
D.I?: "Your mind is wondering from the objective."
A.I?: "Yeah, think of all the power."
D.I?: "But it might mean loosing Jack and Sydney again in the process."
A.I?: "True, you don't want that. Do you?"
They get no response. They both look pissed off and glare at the still meditating Irina.
D.I? & A.I? (shouting): "HELLO!"
Irina opens her eyes slowly, looking unfazed; her face shows no emotions what so ever. She looks at both of them and sighs.
Irina: "What are you doing here?"
D.I?: "We're here to help you."
Irina: "Help me with what?"
A.I?: "Figure out what you should do about Sydney, Jack and (does quotation marks with her fingers) 'The Big Plan'.
Irina: "There's nothing to figure out. Jack's my ex-husband and Sydney's my daughter. It's really quite simple."
D.I?: "You know that's not what we mean."
A.I?: "Yeah, and what's so simple about (doing quotation marks again) 'The Big Plan'."
Irina (getting defensive): "How do you know about 'The Big Plan'?"
A.I?: "Don't you remember? Khasinau used to talk in his sleep."
D.I?: "You really should have shot him earlier."
A.I? nods in agreement. Irina stands up and stretches her legs. Her face is still a mask.
Irina: "So what is my 'problem'?"
D.I? and A.I? look at the Author for help. But once more this will do them no good. (Author has passed out from blood loss) They sigh and decide to have a guess.
A.I? (unsurely): You still have feelings for Jack and you want a second chance to be a mother to Sydney.
D.I?: "But this could mean jeopardising (doing quotation marks) 'The Big Plan', which you've spent so long plotting, planning and perfecting."
They stare at Irina; she just blinks and says nothing.
A.I?: "Are we close?"
Irina: "Who said that I still have feelings for Jack Bristow? Who said that I ever had feelings for him? It was a sham marriage, an illusion, nothing more."
A.I? and D.I? share a looks which says 'Yeah right'.
Irina: "Ok, so hypothetically say that what you're saying is true, (not sounding bothered) what should I do?"
A.I?: "Forget (doing quotation marks) 'The Big Plan'. Jack and Sydney mean so much more."
D.I?: "Come on, it's not like they trust you. You've work so hard on (doing quotation marks) 'The Big Plan' to give up on it now. It's not worth it."
A.I?: "That's right. Forget about them."
D.I?: "But this might be you're last chance to make amends. Don't give up now."
A.I?: "I agree with..."
This 'conversation' carries on for a little while longer. Both of them keep on changing their roles and opinions. This is even more confusing then last time. Author has recovered, but has passed out again, because their head is spinning.) Irina (shouting): "ENOUGH! (swatting them away) I don't need your help. Now clear off!"
A.I? & D.I?: "Oooooo! Who got out on the wrong side of bed this morning!"
They quickly disappear and Irina glares at Author. (Author leaves very quickly) That's it! I quit! (Author is handed a plane ticket) Yay! This is just what I need. (Person points out that Author is being sent there to prey on Sloane) DOH! (Luckily for Author, the Prozac shipping has arrived) Wahoo!
A/N: What do you think? I need reviews people if you want more. SO HIT THAT BUTTON NOW!! Lol ( ( (
A/N: Hello! I'm snowed in! Yay, no school and loads of snow. I feel like I'm 6 all over again. But thanks to Business studies yesterday and the snow today, I've finished the next chapter. Am hoping to spread my happiness around by making you laugh. Hope very much that I succeed. Thanks to Daredevil, Ismene, J.Turenne, Sandpiper, Jenni, J and J-dog for reviewing. You guys are wonderful and your Angels' halos are set to extra glow! Keep them coming. Well with out any more wafferling, R&R and ENJOY!!! - Bex
It's 6am in the morning. And what a beautiful sunrise we had this morning (Author is smiling and filled with optimism). But sadly you would have had no luck witnessing this sunrise from the CIA's very own 'Hannibal Lecter' cell. But no cannibal is kept in here, no, something far more dangerous is...(cue eerie, spin chilling music) Irina Derevko!!! (Author screams and tries to hide behind their pencil. Author then gathers last remaining courage, downs a large rum and crawls, as bravely as possible from their hiding place). Ok...breathe...lets see what she's doing. Um... she's either mediating or sleeping sitting up. I'm going with mediating. Lets see what she thinking...ERRRRRRR!! (Author tries to end their life using their pencil. Nurse had taken away their pencil and Author is forced to write using their blood, ick!) Trying to read Irina's thoughts are just as hard as trying to read Jack's, maybe even harder! But wait we have managed to get a few words: 'Sydney...Jack...love...trust...double life...last chance...'The Big Plan'...GET OUT OF MY HEAD NOW!'
Ahhh! (Author jumps back in surprise at the last comment and all colour is drained from their face). Ok...breathe...I'm not sure if I want to find out what this means, but it looks like we're going to anyway. Cue two puffs of smoke. The first clears to reveal a figure in a black trench coat, white boots and white sunglass. The other is in a white trench coat, black boots and black sunglass. (Author burst into tears and starts hitting their head against the table. Sadly Nurse has run out of Prozac, so gives Author morphine instead. God bless anti-depressants and painkillers!)
Ok, lets do the same as last time. Lets just say that the one in the black trench coat is Devil Irina and the other one is Angel Irina. (Author is rethinking decision) Does Irina Derevko have a good side?
D.I?: "Your mind is wondering from the objective."
A.I?: "Yeah, think of all the power."
D.I?: "But it might mean loosing Jack and Sydney again in the process."
A.I?: "True, you don't want that. Do you?"
They get no response. They both look pissed off and glare at the still meditating Irina.
D.I? & A.I? (shouting): "HELLO!"
Irina opens her eyes slowly, looking unfazed; her face shows no emotions what so ever. She looks at both of them and sighs.
Irina: "What are you doing here?"
D.I?: "We're here to help you."
Irina: "Help me with what?"
A.I?: "Figure out what you should do about Sydney, Jack and (does quotation marks with her fingers) 'The Big Plan'.
Irina: "There's nothing to figure out. Jack's my ex-husband and Sydney's my daughter. It's really quite simple."
D.I?: "You know that's not what we mean."
A.I?: "Yeah, and what's so simple about (doing quotation marks again) 'The Big Plan'."
Irina (getting defensive): "How do you know about 'The Big Plan'?"
A.I?: "Don't you remember? Khasinau used to talk in his sleep."
D.I?: "You really should have shot him earlier."
A.I? nods in agreement. Irina stands up and stretches her legs. Her face is still a mask.
Irina: "So what is my 'problem'?"
D.I? and A.I? look at the Author for help. But once more this will do them no good. (Author has passed out from blood loss) They sigh and decide to have a guess.
A.I? (unsurely): You still have feelings for Jack and you want a second chance to be a mother to Sydney.
D.I?: "But this could mean jeopardising (doing quotation marks) 'The Big Plan', which you've spent so long plotting, planning and perfecting."
They stare at Irina; she just blinks and says nothing.
A.I?: "Are we close?"
Irina: "Who said that I still have feelings for Jack Bristow? Who said that I ever had feelings for him? It was a sham marriage, an illusion, nothing more."
A.I? and D.I? share a looks which says 'Yeah right'.
Irina: "Ok, so hypothetically say that what you're saying is true, (not sounding bothered) what should I do?"
A.I?: "Forget (doing quotation marks) 'The Big Plan'. Jack and Sydney mean so much more."
D.I?: "Come on, it's not like they trust you. You've work so hard on (doing quotation marks) 'The Big Plan' to give up on it now. It's not worth it."
A.I?: "That's right. Forget about them."
D.I?: "But this might be you're last chance to make amends. Don't give up now."
A.I?: "I agree with..."
This 'conversation' carries on for a little while longer. Both of them keep on changing their roles and opinions. This is even more confusing then last time. Author has recovered, but has passed out again, because their head is spinning.) Irina (shouting): "ENOUGH! (swatting them away) I don't need your help. Now clear off!"
A.I? & D.I?: "Oooooo! Who got out on the wrong side of bed this morning!"
They quickly disappear and Irina glares at Author. (Author leaves very quickly) That's it! I quit! (Author is handed a plane ticket) Yay! This is just what I need. (Person points out that Author is being sent there to prey on Sloane) DOH! (Luckily for Author, the Prozac shipping has arrived) Wahoo!
A/N: What do you think? I need reviews people if you want more. SO HIT THAT BUTTON NOW!! Lol ( ( (