Interventions



Summary: Irina causes chaos between our two favorite agents and others.



Disclaimer: ... I own my coffeemaker, mirror, bed, tv, laptop, but not the whole Alias idea. Otherwise I'd own a car, a pool, a mansion, etc...



* * * * * *Chapter Two: Who Needs You the Most * * * * * *

The light flickered on and off in the dank cell. Irina Dereveko was trying her best to remain her cool demeanor, but the bulb was dying and as needed to get some pleasure of annoyance it continued to harass the prisoner.

She thought to herself of the countless ways she used to torture her victims, but this was true agony. Her brain debated whether calling out screaming that the light bulb would be the end of her or just remain composed and wait until the darkness closes in.

Instantly her thoughts were interrupted by the hum of the rising gate. Irina counted the person's footsteps letting a smile creep onto her face. The figure stood before the icy glass offering a smile.

"Sydney," she acknowledged in a monotonous voice.

"I was wondering if you could provide me with some information on what Rambaldi artifacts you possessed?" she asked in a soft, soothing tone.

"Do you remember the antique pendant that I refused to let you touch?" she replied gleefully remembering Sydney's desperate attempt to sneak into her jewelry box. Seeing her mother's delight, she nodded with a sympathetic gesture.

"You would do anything to have it. Do you remember what I told you?"

Unclear of her intention, Sydney raised her eyebrow not in frustration, but in curiosity on where this would lead to. "You said that I could have it when-"

"-you found to true love." The finished simultaneously.

Irina chuckled, "My mother gave it to me and her grandmother gave it to her, and so forth. Your grandmother said that whoever possessed it would have found their true love standing in front of them. Now, I might not have the queen of hearts in my deck, but the day I arrived in L.A., I was wearing that pendant and I saw your father standing in line waiting to board a plane flying to Bombay. He must have caught me staring at him because he turned around and smiled. Even though our relationship, our marriage was a lie, I could never have been more at peace with him."

"What does this have to do with Rambaldi?" she pressed the subject back into play.

Dismissing her question she continued, "Sydney, how come you're all alone?"

"I'm not alone. I have Will and Francie. I have everything I need," she affirmed hoping to convince herself.

"Sydney, that's not what I mean. I don't want you to waste your whole life devoted to a cause that might not disappear in your lifetime or the next. After all, I don't think he can wait that much longer-"

Sydney's head jerk and she snapped, "Will and I have established the fact that we are only friends. Just friends."

"I wasn't referring to that young man." She said in a comforting tone as Sydney's cheeks developed to a rose pink. Moving back to the conversation starter, "The pendant is one of the remaining Ramboldi artifacts. It was introduced to our family by your great-great grandfather who purchased it off an Italian vendor who dismissed its value due to its poor handmanship."

"Where is it now?" she inquired, intrigued by the sentimental and significant meaning.

"The CIA revoked all my personal items when I surrender. You should request for its return," she added as her daughter rose from her chair. "Sydney," she called to the retreating silhouette, "don't forget what we talked about."

Sighing as she exited the holding cell, Sydney knew she had lost this round.



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Hey it's possible that she owned a Rambaldi artifact, after all was she the one he prophesized.



P.S I know that I switched from first person to 3rd, but throughout the story we will hear the narrator's pov and Irina's ok. She is not the only main character.

Sorry I promised the poker thing would be explained but it will be filled in somewhere near or at the end of the story, it makes it more mysterious.

~Stephanie~