Title: A Hacker and Hershey Kisses
Author: Me, mestupgirl
Disclaimer: I own nothing; all characters etc belong to JJ Abrams and Comp. Except for Kerry and Sean, they're figments of my imagination : P
Summary: Takes place in the future, slight spoilers but nothing earth shattering. Basically, Jack and Syd get Irina out of her cell to track a troublesome hacker by the name of Kerry. Secrets and truths are found along the way. Enjoy.
A/N: This is my first Alias fic.be gentle.
***Chapter 3
The young girl rushed to Irina and wrapped her arms around her in a tight embrace. Irina eagerly returned the gesture, being her first actual human contact other that Sydney in a while. Not only that, but she was actually happy to see her again.
"I missed you so much! I didn't know how long you would be gone this time." Her remarks were muffled by Irina's long brown hair.
"I know, I've missed you too, but honey, I need to speak with these two in private for a few minutes." She tilted her head toward the on looking pair, who stood with wide eyes watching the spectacle that was taking place before them.
"Oh, ok. Um, Sean and I will go and make some coffee." There was a look of familiarity in her eyes when she looked at Sydney and Jack, but she shook it off as déjà vu and she and Sean made their way to the kitchen.
When they were out of sight, Jack whispered harshly, "You have some explaining to do, and I suggest you do it quickly."
"How could you not tell me, us, that you had another child?" Sydney was visibly angry and hurt.
"It's not what you think," was the simple statement that escaped Irina's lips.
"Then what is it?" Jack's words passed through his teeth, which were now clenched tightly together.
Irina looked toward the kitchen to make sure that they were safe to talk. The two teens were scouring the cupboards and drawers to get everything ready for coffee. She turned back to the expecting pair.
"Legally, by adoption she is my daughter. My sister was killed when Kerry was only 1; she left her in my custody. I guess she thought I would be a good mother." A small chuckle emanated from Irina.
"I raised her the best I could, this all being after I 'died' of course. She's had somewhat of a normal life growing up."
"How old is she?" Jack asked.
"She's 18. Just turned it not that long ago, if I remember correctly."
"How do you explain when you leave? A girl as bright as she seems must have caught on by now." It was Sydney's turn to jump in now.
"I just told her I worked for the government. She didn't and still doesn't need to know what I do. All she needs to know is that I'll always take care of her, at least monetarily because I can't always be here." Her voice lowered to a whisper and was hard to hear near the end.
She began looking around the room that they were standing in. It was the living room, with a large dark green couch and a matching chair that looked like heaven to Irina. There were pictures of Kerry from various school programs hanging on the wall. There wasn't a 'family' picture and Irina almost regretted those times when she should have been there. She also regretted the fact that she was there more for Kerry than she was for her own daughter when she was growing up.
"I'm sorry for not being there when you grew up, Sydney. I was around more for the girl who's not my actual daughter."
There was the sound of a glass breaking. They all turned toward the kitchen and there was glass at the base of the wall. Kerry was standing at the other side, having thrown it across the room.
She turned toward Irina with tears in her eyes, "You know, I suspected things like that. I never in a million years thought that they would be true."
She ran past the three of them, followed shortly by Sean.
"I don't know you all that well, considering the fact that you're always out of town. But you hurt her by not being here when she needs you, and then you hurt her worse when you come back." With that said, Sean made his way toward the front porch where Kerry ran to.
"It's what I do best apparently." Her eyes were pulled toward Jack and Sydney, but they refused to look at her.
*** The night air had a slight chill to it, causing Kerry to wrap her arms around herself. She had been sitting on the front porch for an hour and Sean left not too long after the little scene she caused.
She sat thinking about her past and what was to come of her now.
She remembered playing in the park and Irina pushing her higher and higher on the swings. She felt free, like she was flying and nothing could hurt her. She wished that everything were like that again, not having to worry about anything. Children are carefree and innocent, when did it all change?
"Mind if I join you," Sydney interrupted the staggering silence of the night.
Kerry just watched the random cars as the drove down the street, not acknowledging Sydney's presence, and began swinging back and forth on the swing. Sydney made her way to sit on the steps with her back against the railing so that she was facing Kerry.
"I never introduced myself, I'm Sydney and the man I was with is my father. His name is Jack." Sydney quickly noticed the dried trails of tears that ran down Kerry flawless face.
"You're her real daughter, aren't you?" She never took her eyes off the quiet road, never looked at Sydney.
"Biologically yes, for the first 6 years of my life, yes."
Kerry's head whipped toward Syd, "That's all that matters! She's your mother, you at least know her."
"You have no idea how lucky you should consider yourself. She spent more time with you, even in her absence, than she ever had with me. You had a mother growing up, I had a nanny. I only recently got her back, and I don't even know who she really is."
"I think she has a picture of you, in what is her room when she's not gone. You're father is in it too. The three of you look so happy. I used to think that he was my father and you my sister, but mom.I mean, I don't even know what to call her." The tears came once again, and Sydney got up and sat on the swing next to her.
Taking Kerry's hand in hers she said, "She is your mother. She obviously cares about you that way, and you the same about her."
Kerry couldn't deny it. Irina was there to patch up a scraped knee and to make soup for when she was sick. She was there to take her to softball practice and cheer her on during a game. She was a great mother until Kerry was old enough to take care of herself properly. That was when her government trips became longer than ever.
"Why are you here?" She pulled herself together just enough to get the question out.
Sydney smiled, "Well, someone seems to be hacking into certain computer systems an awful lot lately."
Kerry laughed for the first time that night. It was a wonderful sound that filled the night air.
"I said I was sorry about that, I didn't mean any harm, honestly."
"We know, but there are so many things that can be done with the information that you had access to. We have to bring you back with us to L.A."
Kerry furrowed her brow, "Why? There's nothing going on in L.A. There's trouble coming but it's not in L.A."
"You will be interro.What do you mean, there's trouble coming?" Sydney was caught off guard and was immediately in defense mode.
"Something big is in the works, I don't know what it is, but I've been intercepting transmissions that hint at some sort of takeover around here."
Sydney sat thinking about what had just been said. The CIA has no intel on anything possibly happening anywhere, let alone in the U.S.
"We have to go talk to my paren.my father."
Kerry smiled slightly, but it was a sad smile.
They made their way back into the house. They were greeted by the smell of brewing coffee.
"Kerry, honey, look what I found." Irina was holding a clear plastic bag.
"You will not make amends with Hershey Kisses," she said while taking the bag from Irina as she walked passed, "You seem to know me all too well, it's a shame that you're not my real mother."
Jack hid his smirk behind the local newspaper. 'Let's just hope she can dig this deeper and deeper,' he thought. That quickly changed, however, when Irina turned and went into the next room, to sit on the nice, big, inviting couch, with threatening tears in her eyes.
*** A/N: My hands hurt, therefore that shall be all for today. Thanks for the kind reviews everyone : ) It's always nice.
Author: Me, mestupgirl
Disclaimer: I own nothing; all characters etc belong to JJ Abrams and Comp. Except for Kerry and Sean, they're figments of my imagination : P
Summary: Takes place in the future, slight spoilers but nothing earth shattering. Basically, Jack and Syd get Irina out of her cell to track a troublesome hacker by the name of Kerry. Secrets and truths are found along the way. Enjoy.
A/N: This is my first Alias fic.be gentle.
***Chapter 3
The young girl rushed to Irina and wrapped her arms around her in a tight embrace. Irina eagerly returned the gesture, being her first actual human contact other that Sydney in a while. Not only that, but she was actually happy to see her again.
"I missed you so much! I didn't know how long you would be gone this time." Her remarks were muffled by Irina's long brown hair.
"I know, I've missed you too, but honey, I need to speak with these two in private for a few minutes." She tilted her head toward the on looking pair, who stood with wide eyes watching the spectacle that was taking place before them.
"Oh, ok. Um, Sean and I will go and make some coffee." There was a look of familiarity in her eyes when she looked at Sydney and Jack, but she shook it off as déjà vu and she and Sean made their way to the kitchen.
When they were out of sight, Jack whispered harshly, "You have some explaining to do, and I suggest you do it quickly."
"How could you not tell me, us, that you had another child?" Sydney was visibly angry and hurt.
"It's not what you think," was the simple statement that escaped Irina's lips.
"Then what is it?" Jack's words passed through his teeth, which were now clenched tightly together.
Irina looked toward the kitchen to make sure that they were safe to talk. The two teens were scouring the cupboards and drawers to get everything ready for coffee. She turned back to the expecting pair.
"Legally, by adoption she is my daughter. My sister was killed when Kerry was only 1; she left her in my custody. I guess she thought I would be a good mother." A small chuckle emanated from Irina.
"I raised her the best I could, this all being after I 'died' of course. She's had somewhat of a normal life growing up."
"How old is she?" Jack asked.
"She's 18. Just turned it not that long ago, if I remember correctly."
"How do you explain when you leave? A girl as bright as she seems must have caught on by now." It was Sydney's turn to jump in now.
"I just told her I worked for the government. She didn't and still doesn't need to know what I do. All she needs to know is that I'll always take care of her, at least monetarily because I can't always be here." Her voice lowered to a whisper and was hard to hear near the end.
She began looking around the room that they were standing in. It was the living room, with a large dark green couch and a matching chair that looked like heaven to Irina. There were pictures of Kerry from various school programs hanging on the wall. There wasn't a 'family' picture and Irina almost regretted those times when she should have been there. She also regretted the fact that she was there more for Kerry than she was for her own daughter when she was growing up.
"I'm sorry for not being there when you grew up, Sydney. I was around more for the girl who's not my actual daughter."
There was the sound of a glass breaking. They all turned toward the kitchen and there was glass at the base of the wall. Kerry was standing at the other side, having thrown it across the room.
She turned toward Irina with tears in her eyes, "You know, I suspected things like that. I never in a million years thought that they would be true."
She ran past the three of them, followed shortly by Sean.
"I don't know you all that well, considering the fact that you're always out of town. But you hurt her by not being here when she needs you, and then you hurt her worse when you come back." With that said, Sean made his way toward the front porch where Kerry ran to.
"It's what I do best apparently." Her eyes were pulled toward Jack and Sydney, but they refused to look at her.
*** The night air had a slight chill to it, causing Kerry to wrap her arms around herself. She had been sitting on the front porch for an hour and Sean left not too long after the little scene she caused.
She sat thinking about her past and what was to come of her now.
She remembered playing in the park and Irina pushing her higher and higher on the swings. She felt free, like she was flying and nothing could hurt her. She wished that everything were like that again, not having to worry about anything. Children are carefree and innocent, when did it all change?
"Mind if I join you," Sydney interrupted the staggering silence of the night.
Kerry just watched the random cars as the drove down the street, not acknowledging Sydney's presence, and began swinging back and forth on the swing. Sydney made her way to sit on the steps with her back against the railing so that she was facing Kerry.
"I never introduced myself, I'm Sydney and the man I was with is my father. His name is Jack." Sydney quickly noticed the dried trails of tears that ran down Kerry flawless face.
"You're her real daughter, aren't you?" She never took her eyes off the quiet road, never looked at Sydney.
"Biologically yes, for the first 6 years of my life, yes."
Kerry's head whipped toward Syd, "That's all that matters! She's your mother, you at least know her."
"You have no idea how lucky you should consider yourself. She spent more time with you, even in her absence, than she ever had with me. You had a mother growing up, I had a nanny. I only recently got her back, and I don't even know who she really is."
"I think she has a picture of you, in what is her room when she's not gone. You're father is in it too. The three of you look so happy. I used to think that he was my father and you my sister, but mom.I mean, I don't even know what to call her." The tears came once again, and Sydney got up and sat on the swing next to her.
Taking Kerry's hand in hers she said, "She is your mother. She obviously cares about you that way, and you the same about her."
Kerry couldn't deny it. Irina was there to patch up a scraped knee and to make soup for when she was sick. She was there to take her to softball practice and cheer her on during a game. She was a great mother until Kerry was old enough to take care of herself properly. That was when her government trips became longer than ever.
"Why are you here?" She pulled herself together just enough to get the question out.
Sydney smiled, "Well, someone seems to be hacking into certain computer systems an awful lot lately."
Kerry laughed for the first time that night. It was a wonderful sound that filled the night air.
"I said I was sorry about that, I didn't mean any harm, honestly."
"We know, but there are so many things that can be done with the information that you had access to. We have to bring you back with us to L.A."
Kerry furrowed her brow, "Why? There's nothing going on in L.A. There's trouble coming but it's not in L.A."
"You will be interro.What do you mean, there's trouble coming?" Sydney was caught off guard and was immediately in defense mode.
"Something big is in the works, I don't know what it is, but I've been intercepting transmissions that hint at some sort of takeover around here."
Sydney sat thinking about what had just been said. The CIA has no intel on anything possibly happening anywhere, let alone in the U.S.
"We have to go talk to my paren.my father."
Kerry smiled slightly, but it was a sad smile.
They made their way back into the house. They were greeted by the smell of brewing coffee.
"Kerry, honey, look what I found." Irina was holding a clear plastic bag.
"You will not make amends with Hershey Kisses," she said while taking the bag from Irina as she walked passed, "You seem to know me all too well, it's a shame that you're not my real mother."
Jack hid his smirk behind the local newspaper. 'Let's just hope she can dig this deeper and deeper,' he thought. That quickly changed, however, when Irina turned and went into the next room, to sit on the nice, big, inviting couch, with threatening tears in her eyes.
*** A/N: My hands hurt, therefore that shall be all for today. Thanks for the kind reviews everyone : ) It's always nice.
