AN: Sorry this took a while to post. Studying has taken over my life.
Well I hope you guys like it. Please read and review. More excitement to
come, I promise.
Chapter 3
Home is a Feeling I Buried in You
Jack walked down the long hallway, focusing intently on maintaining the stoic expression on
his face. He hated the feelings that always forced themselves into his mind after he talked to
Irina. There was a toxic combination of anger, bitterness, nostalgia, intrigue and a variety of
feelings he was not willing to let himself acknowledge. He tried to force his mind to focus on
the situation at hand, tried to formulate some form of plan. It was useless, his mind kept returning
to the strange expression on her face when he had first entered the room.
Jack simply could not understand what he had seen, but he was sure that she had not meant
for him to notice. Her dark brown eyes had portrayed a vulnerable look of remorse
and loneliness, something he simply was not prepared to see. It was as though each
conversation with her was clawing away at the carefully constructed walls around his heart.
The walls that protected him from the pain and prevented him from viewing this woman as
anything but purely evil.
Jack looked up almost startled to find himself in the command station of the Ops Center.
He had been so deep in thoughts that he hadn't paid any attention to where he was going.
He scanned the room for Kendall, eager to share his newly acquired intel and prevent himself
from returning to his introspection. His eyes fell instead on Sydney; she was leaning on a
table deeply immersed in a conversation with Vaughn. As he watched her he realized that for
the first time in two years she looked genuinely happy.
"Jack,"a voice to his left said.
It was Kendall he was looking at Jack with the same intense look he always had, secretly Jack wondered if hi
facial muscles ever relaxed.
"Yes," answered Jack remembering why he was there in the first places "I have
aquired what I believe to be valuable intel regarding Sark and Slaone's
future intentions."
~*~
The icy cold water rushed all around her, Irina felt frozen and lost.
Suddenly a pair of powerful hands closed around her arms pulling her to the
surface. She looked up into the face of the hand's owner and suddenly
longed for the cold confusion of the water. Cold stony faces stared
disapprovingly at her as she shivered and fought the tears that welled
up in the back of her throat.
"Irina, or do you prefer Laura now." A cruel mocking voice she
recognized as Cuvee taunted her "time to go home."
He continued as she was pulled to her feet and her wrists were securely chained. She hated
his smile, she hated the way "home" sounded coming from his mouth. As she lay in the back
of the van driving her further and further away from the only place she wanted to
be, she fought the urge to just give up. Images of Jack and her beautiful
daughter flashed before and she chastised herself for being so stupid. How
had she even dreamt that it would last?
Laying there shivering in the dark, watching the carefully constructed happy façade slip away
from her, she made a silent vow. She swore to herself that these men who had
torn her from the only two people she had ever loved would never see her cry;
she would do whatever it took to survive and never let them defeat her.
Irina snapped awake she could still feel all the anguish of that night
as though it had just happened. She had buried it under so many defenses
and lies the acuteness of it startled her. Sleep was always a gamble for
her; it was the only time she lost control of her carefully ordered
thoughts. It had always been more of a dangerous necessity than a luxury for her.
She swung her legs over the edge of her hard steel bed and tried to
gather her thoughts. To force this dream and all the feelings it brought back
into the far reaches of her mind where it belonged. She shook her head
allowing her hair to fall around her like a barrier protecting her from the
world. She heard a quiet cough and suddenly became acutely aware of a pair of
eyes taking in her actions. She forced herself to be calm and slowly looked
to see who her observer was. Jack was standing a bit awkwardly on the
other side of the glass. She wondered how long he had been waiting for her to
wake up.
"I thought you would like to know that The CIA has tightened security
on the Rambaldi artifacts currently in there possession and Sydney is leading
a team to the last known location of the manuscript in hopes of
retrieving it." Jack said expressionlessly, still eyeing her curiously.
She cleared her throat and nodded sauntering over to the chair on her
side of the glass and taking a seat. To her surprise Jack took the seat opposite
her and stared at her waiting for her to speak.
A/N- R/R!
Well I hope you guys like it. Please read and review. More excitement to
come, I promise.
Chapter 3
Home is a Feeling I Buried in You
Jack walked down the long hallway, focusing intently on maintaining the stoic expression on
his face. He hated the feelings that always forced themselves into his mind after he talked to
Irina. There was a toxic combination of anger, bitterness, nostalgia, intrigue and a variety of
feelings he was not willing to let himself acknowledge. He tried to force his mind to focus on
the situation at hand, tried to formulate some form of plan. It was useless, his mind kept returning
to the strange expression on her face when he had first entered the room.
Jack simply could not understand what he had seen, but he was sure that she had not meant
for him to notice. Her dark brown eyes had portrayed a vulnerable look of remorse
and loneliness, something he simply was not prepared to see. It was as though each
conversation with her was clawing away at the carefully constructed walls around his heart.
The walls that protected him from the pain and prevented him from viewing this woman as
anything but purely evil.
Jack looked up almost startled to find himself in the command station of the Ops Center.
He had been so deep in thoughts that he hadn't paid any attention to where he was going.
He scanned the room for Kendall, eager to share his newly acquired intel and prevent himself
from returning to his introspection. His eyes fell instead on Sydney; she was leaning on a
table deeply immersed in a conversation with Vaughn. As he watched her he realized that for
the first time in two years she looked genuinely happy.
"Jack,"a voice to his left said.
It was Kendall he was looking at Jack with the same intense look he always had, secretly Jack wondered if hi
facial muscles ever relaxed.
"Yes," answered Jack remembering why he was there in the first places "I have
aquired what I believe to be valuable intel regarding Sark and Slaone's
future intentions."
~*~
The icy cold water rushed all around her, Irina felt frozen and lost.
Suddenly a pair of powerful hands closed around her arms pulling her to the
surface. She looked up into the face of the hand's owner and suddenly
longed for the cold confusion of the water. Cold stony faces stared
disapprovingly at her as she shivered and fought the tears that welled
up in the back of her throat.
"Irina, or do you prefer Laura now." A cruel mocking voice she
recognized as Cuvee taunted her "time to go home."
He continued as she was pulled to her feet and her wrists were securely chained. She hated
his smile, she hated the way "home" sounded coming from his mouth. As she lay in the back
of the van driving her further and further away from the only place she wanted to
be, she fought the urge to just give up. Images of Jack and her beautiful
daughter flashed before and she chastised herself for being so stupid. How
had she even dreamt that it would last?
Laying there shivering in the dark, watching the carefully constructed happy façade slip away
from her, she made a silent vow. She swore to herself that these men who had
torn her from the only two people she had ever loved would never see her cry;
she would do whatever it took to survive and never let them defeat her.
Irina snapped awake she could still feel all the anguish of that night
as though it had just happened. She had buried it under so many defenses
and lies the acuteness of it startled her. Sleep was always a gamble for
her; it was the only time she lost control of her carefully ordered
thoughts. It had always been more of a dangerous necessity than a luxury for her.
She swung her legs over the edge of her hard steel bed and tried to
gather her thoughts. To force this dream and all the feelings it brought back
into the far reaches of her mind where it belonged. She shook her head
allowing her hair to fall around her like a barrier protecting her from the
world. She heard a quiet cough and suddenly became acutely aware of a pair of
eyes taking in her actions. She forced herself to be calm and slowly looked
to see who her observer was. Jack was standing a bit awkwardly on the
other side of the glass. She wondered how long he had been waiting for her to
wake up.
"I thought you would like to know that The CIA has tightened security
on the Rambaldi artifacts currently in there possession and Sydney is leading
a team to the last known location of the manuscript in hopes of
retrieving it." Jack said expressionlessly, still eyeing her curiously.
She cleared her throat and nodded sauntering over to the chair on her
side of the glass and taking a seat. To her surprise Jack took the seat opposite
her and stared at her waiting for her to speak.
A/N- R/R!