Irina laid on her bed helplessly praying for aspirin or alcohol. Normally when someone upset her she would meditate or something of the like but her mother drained all the energy and.....will to live out of her.

" Mom?" Sydney called in to the room.

" Yeah."

" Are you alright?" Sydney asked smiling.

" No." Irina said weakly sitting up. " Am I like that?"

" What?"

" Her."

" No. But Grams isn't that bad."

" Not to you." Irina said sitting up.

" Well....I just came to give you your gift."

" How sweet." Irina said accepting the gift Sydney was holding out to her.

Sydney sat down next to her and Irina unwrapped the beautifully wrapped package. She opened a large box and found a big blue book that had Sydney Bristow written on the cover.

" It's my scrapbook. After you left Aunt Aurora helped me make one. It starts from when I'm born but after we made it I put things that were important to me in there. Plays, trips, grades, and things like that. It's a pretty tacky gift I know but you said you wanted to know more about me and I thought that-"

" This is perfect." Irina said breathlessly flipping through the pages seeing Sydney growing up right in front of her. " I couldn't imagine a better gift. Thank you."

" I'm glad you like it." Sydney said giving Irina a hug.

Chapter 6 A night not over

" What a night I'm having, my mother, my daughter and now my – husband."

" Hello. Had a nice time with Anastasia?" Jack asked with a devilish knowing smile on his face.

" Could we not talk about my mother?"

" Fine."

" Why are you here?" Irina asked curiously.

" I – "

Irina looked at Jack carefully and knew immediately why he came, he wanted to be with her, he'd never admit it and she wasn't going to make him and instead changed the subject.

" Sydney gave me her scrapbook."

" That was nice."

" I know I loved seeing her report cards and pictures from the time I was gone. It brought back so many memories."

" Memories?"

" Yeah. Of when she was a girl, when she was a baby. She was a beautiful baby."

" Yeah."

" I remember when I learned I was pregnant." Irina said staring blankly ahead in to a past world. " I couldn't believe it. It's ironic how at the moment you need a drink you can't."

" Is there a particular reason you're reminiscing about when you learned that you were pregnant when you didn't want to be-"

" No, Jack I wasn't upset. Scared but I think that's normal. Learning that there is a human life growing inside of you it's terrifying but – the only thing that I was upset about when I learned I was pregnant was that I didn't know what the KGB would do. Jack I really did love you, especially when I was pregnant. You were so sweet and concerned. Do you remember when I went to pick up that box and you started yelling at me?" Irina said laughing.

" You're not suppose to carry things when you're pregnant. I didn't want you to hurt the baby."

" I know, it was sweet. Especially when you talked to her when you thought I was sleeping. You use to be so sweet and fun. I loved coming home to you, having you hold me, read to me, playing games. I think that's what I enjoyed most. Playing Scrabble. You were such a cheater feeling around in the letter bag and adding wrong so you'd have more points. You were a sore loser too."

" There was one game I always won at." Jack said his lips curling up at the ends.

" Right. You were always good at that game." Irina smiling. " If we had cards-are prisoners allowed to play strip poker?"

" I don't thinks so, no."

" Well, if I ever get out of here-"

" What would you do?"

" What?" Irina asked confused of his sudden change of attitude.

" If you got out of here what would you do, for a living."

" You want to know if I'd still be a spy, either for the KGB or CIA. Well if I ever got out of here I have no intention of working for the any secret organization."

" What would you do?"

" I'm not sure. Something legal." Irina said in order to reassure him.

" It's getting late I'd better go."

" Good-night."