Author's Notes: So, I was in a rut for a little bit and had a hard time
coming up with an idea. But, I think you'll like what I've done, and
please, review and tell me. Any suggestions would rock! Thanks again for
all the reviews last chapter! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: The characters of Alias belong to J.J. Abrams and ABC.
**Sydney POV**
We both decide we must sit down, and in doing so, we practically sit on top of each other on our main couch. We look over at each other, wondering what our next move should be, but we were both out of this type of thing for a few years now.
"What do you want from us?" I ask her in my harshest tone
"Getting right to the point I see, Sydney," she mischievously replies.
"Irina, I wouldn't mess with my wife, especially when she's pregnant," Andrew says sticking up for me. Rather funny actually, he always jokes about how I'm a bare when my hormones are acting up. I do get pretty nasty.
"Sark, I would never have imagined you turning into the protective husband type, heck, I never imagined you would marry," Irina says to him harshly. It obviously got him upset.
"Can we stop this now?" I ask. "Let's get to why you are here, please?"
"Fine, pushy, aren't we Sydney?" she says with her smirk.
"I know you're trying to provoke us, so just cut the crap?" I tell her back.
"Alright, alright," she finally says.
Andrew and I look over at each other and finally look ready to face the music. I never got the chance to really trust this woman, so I was afraid of what she was going to say.
"It's simple, you two come to help me re-organize my organization, and I'll simply put it, I won't, first off, tell the CIA of your location, kidnap your darling child, and end up killing you both," she says and we both stand back in awe.
"Interesting threats Irina, I'd just love to see if you have enough guts to back them up," Sark, I mean Andrew, says to her. I get in this spy mode and start calling him Sark again.
"Don't believe me?" she says with an evil tone in her voice.
"Irina," Sark says in his cautionary tone.
"So, how about I give you two the night to think about it?" she says.
It just occurred to me that Sark always carried a small pistol in his one pocket, and he was obviously trying to get to it without causing too much of a distraction.
We both stood up at the same time Irina did, and Andrew took the pistol and finally got her in the shoulder. She fell down in pain, but still was awake. I stood back as he went over there to her on the floor.
He put his leg on her stomach, "First of all, no one messes with my family, and most of all, no one messes with me." He proceeds to kick her and knock her out.
"What are we going to do?" I ask him, rushing over to him.
"Hold on," he says and whips out his phone. He talks to someone about taking Irina away, and then turns back to me.
"Alright, you go pack some stuff for Delia, and some for me and you, and I'll take care of this," he says, acting very protective of me right now.
"What are you going to do with her?" I ask him as I start up the staircase.
"Give her back to the CIA," he tells me before leaning down to tie up her legs and arms. I keep going up the stairs and find Delia in her room.
"Mommy!" she says and runs over to me. "I heard a big noise, I was scared."
I hug her and start to gently cry, "It's okay honey, and everything's going to be okay. Now, let's pack a few things for you and your dolly, we're going on a trip!"
"Where to, mommy?" she asks in her innocent voice. If she only knew everything.
"I'm not sure, baby, Daddy's gonna tell us."
"Okay," she says and goes and gets out her doll's suitcase, of course, and I proceed and pack her one. She's so young and beautiful, that I can only hope she never be brought into a life like the one Andrew and I have had so far.
After packing her, I let her continue to play with a few toys and go into our bedroom. It was beautiful, it was the perfect bedroom I had always imagined, and Andrew let me have it. I didn't know if we would ever come back, but I took the time to admire its beauty before I started to frantically pack a few things for both of us.
I stopped for a second and looked up at the mirror. I had gotten older, and part of me shuttered at how much I looked at the woman that is supposedly my mother. It made me almost sick inside. I had to get my head in the game though, be strong for Delia, and for Andrew.
I finished and went into Delia's room to see her playing with Andrew. I paused and watched them from the door as he helped her position the furniture in her dollhouse. It was so classic, one of those times I wish I had a camera. Soon enough, he looked up at me and gave a small grin, and we both knew how wonderful the little things in life were.
"Hey," he says after he gets up to join me. "Everything's in place. We're going to LA to deliver her ourselves."
"We're doing what?" I say in hesitation. What would the CIA think of me now? All they know is that we went missing four years ago and just assumed we're dead. Vaughn and my father might have an idea, but otherwise, Francie and Will just assumed I went missing.
"Sydney, trust me, it'll be fine, and it's about time you saw your father again," he tells me. It is true, out of everyone, I have missed my father the most. Plus, he would get to see his little baby granddaughter.
"Alright, how are we flying?" I ask him.
"My plane, for safety, of course," he adds.
We walk down the steps, and I see one of Andrew's men have taken care of Irina. We head for the car, and notice how dark it was outside. I always loved flying at night, and hadn't in a long time.
"Where are we going, Daddy?" she asks him in the car.
"We're going to a big city, called Los Angeles," he tells her.
"Is there a zoo?" Delia asks her.
"Of course, and we'll make sure to go visit," he says and looks up and smiles at me. Delia always loved zoos and we've been to everyone in Australia.
"Will they have polar bears, Daddy?" she asks him.
"I'm not sure, pumpkin," he tells her.
I just take this time to sit back and admire our family. If you didn't know us, you would just assume we were an ordinary, suburbia family. Of course, we couldn't be.
We arrived at the plane and Delia was more than happy. She had never been on a plane before and was thrilled. It was rather funny to watch her, so one of us tried to keep tabs on her. Andrew was constantly on the phone with one of his contacts, so I stayed with her. Hotel arrangements, getting a runway to land the plane, etc. Since he was officially out of the business, many of his contacts were surprised to hear from him, but did whatever he asked.
When we took off, Delia was tired and seen fell asleep. It was getting late for her and it was no surprise that she was tired. I left her in one of the front seats and headed to the back where Andrew was at the bar. He handed out a drink for me and I easily took it.
"Remember, when I first rode on this plane with you, and how I refused to take any drink from you, thinking you would poison me?" I say, reminiscing on our past.
"Always, those were the good old times, you hated me, I was the leader of a international crime syndicate," he says, jokingly.
I lean up against him and he wraps his hands around my waist. We sit there, obviously tired, and not wanting to be flying across the Pacific to reminisce on our past.
I snap out of it for a second and ask him, "So, what's the plan?"
~Good? Bad? Oh, please tell me! Thanks for reading~ Masquerade
Disclaimer: The characters of Alias belong to J.J. Abrams and ABC.
**Sydney POV**
We both decide we must sit down, and in doing so, we practically sit on top of each other on our main couch. We look over at each other, wondering what our next move should be, but we were both out of this type of thing for a few years now.
"What do you want from us?" I ask her in my harshest tone
"Getting right to the point I see, Sydney," she mischievously replies.
"Irina, I wouldn't mess with my wife, especially when she's pregnant," Andrew says sticking up for me. Rather funny actually, he always jokes about how I'm a bare when my hormones are acting up. I do get pretty nasty.
"Sark, I would never have imagined you turning into the protective husband type, heck, I never imagined you would marry," Irina says to him harshly. It obviously got him upset.
"Can we stop this now?" I ask. "Let's get to why you are here, please?"
"Fine, pushy, aren't we Sydney?" she says with her smirk.
"I know you're trying to provoke us, so just cut the crap?" I tell her back.
"Alright, alright," she finally says.
Andrew and I look over at each other and finally look ready to face the music. I never got the chance to really trust this woman, so I was afraid of what she was going to say.
"It's simple, you two come to help me re-organize my organization, and I'll simply put it, I won't, first off, tell the CIA of your location, kidnap your darling child, and end up killing you both," she says and we both stand back in awe.
"Interesting threats Irina, I'd just love to see if you have enough guts to back them up," Sark, I mean Andrew, says to her. I get in this spy mode and start calling him Sark again.
"Don't believe me?" she says with an evil tone in her voice.
"Irina," Sark says in his cautionary tone.
"So, how about I give you two the night to think about it?" she says.
It just occurred to me that Sark always carried a small pistol in his one pocket, and he was obviously trying to get to it without causing too much of a distraction.
We both stood up at the same time Irina did, and Andrew took the pistol and finally got her in the shoulder. She fell down in pain, but still was awake. I stood back as he went over there to her on the floor.
He put his leg on her stomach, "First of all, no one messes with my family, and most of all, no one messes with me." He proceeds to kick her and knock her out.
"What are we going to do?" I ask him, rushing over to him.
"Hold on," he says and whips out his phone. He talks to someone about taking Irina away, and then turns back to me.
"Alright, you go pack some stuff for Delia, and some for me and you, and I'll take care of this," he says, acting very protective of me right now.
"What are you going to do with her?" I ask him as I start up the staircase.
"Give her back to the CIA," he tells me before leaning down to tie up her legs and arms. I keep going up the stairs and find Delia in her room.
"Mommy!" she says and runs over to me. "I heard a big noise, I was scared."
I hug her and start to gently cry, "It's okay honey, and everything's going to be okay. Now, let's pack a few things for you and your dolly, we're going on a trip!"
"Where to, mommy?" she asks in her innocent voice. If she only knew everything.
"I'm not sure, baby, Daddy's gonna tell us."
"Okay," she says and goes and gets out her doll's suitcase, of course, and I proceed and pack her one. She's so young and beautiful, that I can only hope she never be brought into a life like the one Andrew and I have had so far.
After packing her, I let her continue to play with a few toys and go into our bedroom. It was beautiful, it was the perfect bedroom I had always imagined, and Andrew let me have it. I didn't know if we would ever come back, but I took the time to admire its beauty before I started to frantically pack a few things for both of us.
I stopped for a second and looked up at the mirror. I had gotten older, and part of me shuttered at how much I looked at the woman that is supposedly my mother. It made me almost sick inside. I had to get my head in the game though, be strong for Delia, and for Andrew.
I finished and went into Delia's room to see her playing with Andrew. I paused and watched them from the door as he helped her position the furniture in her dollhouse. It was so classic, one of those times I wish I had a camera. Soon enough, he looked up at me and gave a small grin, and we both knew how wonderful the little things in life were.
"Hey," he says after he gets up to join me. "Everything's in place. We're going to LA to deliver her ourselves."
"We're doing what?" I say in hesitation. What would the CIA think of me now? All they know is that we went missing four years ago and just assumed we're dead. Vaughn and my father might have an idea, but otherwise, Francie and Will just assumed I went missing.
"Sydney, trust me, it'll be fine, and it's about time you saw your father again," he tells me. It is true, out of everyone, I have missed my father the most. Plus, he would get to see his little baby granddaughter.
"Alright, how are we flying?" I ask him.
"My plane, for safety, of course," he adds.
We walk down the steps, and I see one of Andrew's men have taken care of Irina. We head for the car, and notice how dark it was outside. I always loved flying at night, and hadn't in a long time.
"Where are we going, Daddy?" she asks him in the car.
"We're going to a big city, called Los Angeles," he tells her.
"Is there a zoo?" Delia asks her.
"Of course, and we'll make sure to go visit," he says and looks up and smiles at me. Delia always loved zoos and we've been to everyone in Australia.
"Will they have polar bears, Daddy?" she asks him.
"I'm not sure, pumpkin," he tells her.
I just take this time to sit back and admire our family. If you didn't know us, you would just assume we were an ordinary, suburbia family. Of course, we couldn't be.
We arrived at the plane and Delia was more than happy. She had never been on a plane before and was thrilled. It was rather funny to watch her, so one of us tried to keep tabs on her. Andrew was constantly on the phone with one of his contacts, so I stayed with her. Hotel arrangements, getting a runway to land the plane, etc. Since he was officially out of the business, many of his contacts were surprised to hear from him, but did whatever he asked.
When we took off, Delia was tired and seen fell asleep. It was getting late for her and it was no surprise that she was tired. I left her in one of the front seats and headed to the back where Andrew was at the bar. He handed out a drink for me and I easily took it.
"Remember, when I first rode on this plane with you, and how I refused to take any drink from you, thinking you would poison me?" I say, reminiscing on our past.
"Always, those were the good old times, you hated me, I was the leader of a international crime syndicate," he says, jokingly.
I lean up against him and he wraps his hands around my waist. We sit there, obviously tired, and not wanting to be flying across the Pacific to reminisce on our past.
I snap out of it for a second and ask him, "So, what's the plan?"
~Good? Bad? Oh, please tell me! Thanks for reading~ Masquerade
