Author's Notes: Well. sorry for the 2 weeks I took to update! Sorry so much! Thanks for the reviews from the last chapter! This chapter I was inspired to write in Jack's POV, and enjoyed doing it a lot! I think you'll enjoy this, and please review with any comments or suggestions!!!

Disclaimer: If you're stupid enough to even think I might own a percent of these characters, you'd be wrong. The wonderful mastermind of J.J. Abrams gets all the credit!



***Jack POV***

It had started off by being a slow week. It turned upside down with the moment Irina decided to escape from our custody. We took a major hit by it and I didn't exactly feel safe anymore. Today, I was sorting through any leads on her location and trying not to get yelled at one more time.

"Sir," the front desk receptionist calls me.

"Yes," I reply.

"There's a man here, with a woman, claiming to be your daughter?" she asks in a questioning tone. The receptionists were hardly in the know on these types of things, which was for the better, which caused her suspicion. If she's right, that means Sydney's here. Probably with that Sark.

"I'll be right there, don't let them go anywhere," I say.

I start out and walk through the main operations center where I get a glance of Vaughn and Weiss working together. Since Sydney had left four years ago, both of them had been moved up and were field agents now. They all assumed that either SD-6 or the Alliance had got to her and her car accident was staged, guessing that she actually couldn't have died as stated. I knew better, she had to be alive with that lunatic.

I go over and stop at Vaughn, "I think Sydney's here."

He looks up me like the deer in headlights and his mouth drops to the floor, "Um, excuse me?"

"Follow me," I tell him. I start to walk and it takes a second for him to catch up to me.

"Wait a second, you knew Sydney wasn't dead?" he asks me.

"I had a hunch," I reply to him.

"A hunch? And you never told me?" he asks of me.

"That's not important now, just stay with me for back up," I tell him to get him to shut up. My guess, somehow Irina's escape has something to do with the return of Sydney.

We reach the entrance to the CIA and through the glass can see them. We both stop a second, Vaughn still struck by the fact that Sydney is still alive, and myself, struck by the fact she actually returned, with Sark, to the CIA.

I swing open the door and watch as both heads swing towards mine. They both stay put for a second, not knowing what to say first.

"Sydney, Sark," I start.

"Dad," she says, tearing up a little, how she would always do back while working at SD-6, and within a second, I have her wrapped in a hug. I imagined one day we would meet again, but didn't know how or when.

"How about we go to the conference room?" I tell them. Neither of them objects, and it's evident that dirty glances were given from Vaughn to Sark and vice-versa. The men in Sydney's life always seemed to hate another.

I led the small group to the room, with Vaughn tailing to make sure they didn't try anything, or rather, Sark didn't try anything. After it appeared his resources destroyed the majority of SD-6, I had come to respect him as a person, not only in business, but for the fact he loved my daughter and she loved him as well.

"Everyone sit," I say as we all file in. Sydney and Sark sit on my left while Vaughn takes the seat on my right. At that moment, I notice that Sydney appears to be pregnant, or fat in an extremely weird fashion. She looks like Laura, I mean, Irina did when she was pregnant with Sydney, so she has to be.

"So, what do we owe this pleasure of your visit?" I ask them both.

"We have one of your escaped prisoners," Sark says.

"How'd you manage that?" I ask them.

"She was foolish to come to our house and make blind threats against our family, which I would not tolerate," Sark adds.

"Where is she now?" Vaughn asks. First time he had talked since they had joined us.

"I have her tied up at one of my facilities," Sark says. "I was going to make an arrangement to have her brought here, with your advisement."

Sark was playing very cool in this. Wait, he said blind threats against his family, which meant they had to have more children that the one being formed in Sydney's body. Very interesting, all the information I could gather from not even asking questions about it.

"Alright, I'll get a US Marshall to meet you at the location of you choice," I tell him. I had become in charge of Irina and all her activities, and the US Marshall's had become scared of me after they lost her.

"Sounds good," Sark says. This time, I take note of their clothing. Sydney was dressed very nicely, as Sark was. Sark probably was loaded with all the money he had saved over the few short years he had in the business and had used the money to pamper Sydney to her every need.

We all stood up at the same time and Sark proceeded out, but Sydney waited a second.

"Dad, can we go out to eat, just you and me, tonight?" I ask him.

"Sure," I say, giving in. "Where would you like to meet?"

"How about that Italian restaurant on Main Street?" she asks.

"That's fine," I reply to her. Vaughn follows them out and I have a lot of work to get together. Arrange for the meeting with the US Marshall's. wait, Italian? Obviously, she doesn't live in Italy, so that rules out one country.



***That Night***

I walk into the restaurant with my trench coat on and probably stick out like a sore thumb. I peruse the restaurant and spot Sydney at a table towards the back. I give the hostess a nod and just walk towards the seat. I had a lot of questions for her, and hopefully, she'll answer them.

"Hey, dad," Sydney says.

"Hello, Sydney," I say to her as I sit down.

"How are things?" she asks me as we glance over the menu.

"Fine, actually better since you brought me back my prisoner," I tell her. Light the mood between us hopefully would break the ice in our relationship.

"I wanted to have dinner with you so we could play catch up," she starts. "It took me forever to convince Andrew that I would be safe, so I told him I would go to some place remote, so this restaurant won."

"Good plan," I reply. Learned one more fact, Sark's first name is Andrew.

"There's so much to tell you dad," she says. "To start, I'm pregnant, if you didn't notice."

"Actually, I did. You look just like your mother did," I say, obviously hitting on a sore spot for both of us.

"Yes," she mutters, then begins again, as if she had practiced our dinner, "And we have a three-year-old daughter, Delia."

Another daughter? I wonder if she'll let me see her. "Did you bring her with you?"

"Yes, and we'll arrange for you to see her," she informs me.

"Great, it's about time I was a grandfather," I tell her with a small smile.

"She'll love you," Sydney says.

We continued from there, talking about various topics, from Delia and their wedding, but she never even hinted at where they lived. Sark must of told her specifically not to.

When we were finishing our dinner, I looked up and noticed a certain individual walk through the doors. I was facing the door, as Sydney was not, and wouldn't notice the person quite yet. But it was apparent they had seen me, and was about to come over and say hi.

"Sydney," I say. "Will's here, and he's coming right this way."



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