A/N- Hey all! This is my second Alias fic, I hope everyone enjoys it! It's J/I, which is always fun. Please leave me a nice long review!
Breathe
Chapter 1
Irina sat bolt upright on the hard metal cot, rubbing her temples and trying to force the images from her mind. She had had the dream again.
The same dream that had haunted her intermittently for the past twenty years. It was always the same and always painful. It was no use; the familiar images broke upon her like waves.
In the dream she walked through the red front door of a colonial style house, she knew this house but it always took her a moment it to place it.
When she entered the house she saw a man sitting on a couch to her left, she recognized him at once and smiled. He smiled warmly and got up and walked towards her. "Welcome home " he always said and then leaned in and kissed her sweetly. She held his hand and they walked up the hard wood stairs of the beautiful house. They paused at a door way and lying on the floor just inside was a little girl. The girl was around six years old; she had beautiful chestnut hair that hung in her face as she contently colored a picture of her family. She looked up and her little face brightened as she said, "hi mom." Then suddenly Irina wasn't in the house any more. She felt cold water rushing over her and a swirl of images bombarded her. Blood, bullets, thousands of faked smiles, hundreds of strange places, faces filled with deception and hate startled her awake.
Suddenly back in her cell, the images that had awoken her slowly fading away. She got to her feet and tried to stretch the pain out of her stiff joints. She hated this dream it always left her feeling both lonely and vulnerable, two feelings she despised.
Pacing the now oppressively familiar room, she attempted to sort through her thoughts, to numb herself to the torrent of emotions raging beneath her usually cool exterior.
She knew this was useless. From experience she knew there were only two ways to force these unwelcome thoughts from her brain. She either needed a high dose of adrenaline or she would have to analysis why the dream made her feel the way it did. She settled on the second since the sixteen foot square she was living in provided very few opportunities for an adrenaline rush. Reluctantly she stopped pacing and sat cross-legged on the floor allowing her mind to wander freely.
First her mind went to the house she recognized has the house where she and Jack had lived for most of their ten years of marriage. She had always loved that house. It was the only place she had ever felt safe.
Her mind wandered to Jack welcoming her home. He had the most sincere expression on his face, his eyes bright and full of life, completely different from the cold glint they now had most of the time. This thought initiated a dull ache in the pit of her stomach which she recognized as guilt. Years of practice quickly squelched the ache and she returned to her reverie.
Her next thought was of the sweet perfect kiss. It was so pure, so unadulterated, and most of all it felt real. God, she missed kissing him. She held that thought for a moment before settling on the little girl on the floor.
It was Sydney, the way Irina remembered her; safe, happy, completely devoid of the emotional baggage she was now forced to carry. The dull ache was back and this time it would not bet soothed.
She reluctantly began to focus on the barrage of painful images that had awoken her.
Suddenly the sound of foot steps snapped Iriana back to reality. She mentally scrambled to gain composure, to look calm and collected. All she could think was please let this be the guard, Vaughn, even Kendall anyone but Jack.
The footsteps grew closer and finally stopped. Hesitantly she looked up attempting to keep her face completely expressionless and she found herself staring straight into his blank cold brown eyes.
A/N- Heehee, more to come. Please read and review- the more reviews I get, the faster the chapters will come--action is coming, I promise!
Breathe
Chapter 1
Irina sat bolt upright on the hard metal cot, rubbing her temples and trying to force the images from her mind. She had had the dream again.
The same dream that had haunted her intermittently for the past twenty years. It was always the same and always painful. It was no use; the familiar images broke upon her like waves.
In the dream she walked through the red front door of a colonial style house, she knew this house but it always took her a moment it to place it.
When she entered the house she saw a man sitting on a couch to her left, she recognized him at once and smiled. He smiled warmly and got up and walked towards her. "Welcome home " he always said and then leaned in and kissed her sweetly. She held his hand and they walked up the hard wood stairs of the beautiful house. They paused at a door way and lying on the floor just inside was a little girl. The girl was around six years old; she had beautiful chestnut hair that hung in her face as she contently colored a picture of her family. She looked up and her little face brightened as she said, "hi mom." Then suddenly Irina wasn't in the house any more. She felt cold water rushing over her and a swirl of images bombarded her. Blood, bullets, thousands of faked smiles, hundreds of strange places, faces filled with deception and hate startled her awake.
Suddenly back in her cell, the images that had awoken her slowly fading away. She got to her feet and tried to stretch the pain out of her stiff joints. She hated this dream it always left her feeling both lonely and vulnerable, two feelings she despised.
Pacing the now oppressively familiar room, she attempted to sort through her thoughts, to numb herself to the torrent of emotions raging beneath her usually cool exterior.
She knew this was useless. From experience she knew there were only two ways to force these unwelcome thoughts from her brain. She either needed a high dose of adrenaline or she would have to analysis why the dream made her feel the way it did. She settled on the second since the sixteen foot square she was living in provided very few opportunities for an adrenaline rush. Reluctantly she stopped pacing and sat cross-legged on the floor allowing her mind to wander freely.
First her mind went to the house she recognized has the house where she and Jack had lived for most of their ten years of marriage. She had always loved that house. It was the only place she had ever felt safe.
Her mind wandered to Jack welcoming her home. He had the most sincere expression on his face, his eyes bright and full of life, completely different from the cold glint they now had most of the time. This thought initiated a dull ache in the pit of her stomach which she recognized as guilt. Years of practice quickly squelched the ache and she returned to her reverie.
Her next thought was of the sweet perfect kiss. It was so pure, so unadulterated, and most of all it felt real. God, she missed kissing him. She held that thought for a moment before settling on the little girl on the floor.
It was Sydney, the way Irina remembered her; safe, happy, completely devoid of the emotional baggage she was now forced to carry. The dull ache was back and this time it would not bet soothed.
She reluctantly began to focus on the barrage of painful images that had awoken her.
Suddenly the sound of foot steps snapped Iriana back to reality. She mentally scrambled to gain composure, to look calm and collected. All she could think was please let this be the guard, Vaughn, even Kendall anyone but Jack.
The footsteps grew closer and finally stopped. Hesitantly she looked up attempting to keep her face completely expressionless and she found herself staring straight into his blank cold brown eyes.
A/N- Heehee, more to come. Please read and review- the more reviews I get, the faster the chapters will come--action is coming, I promise!