Chapter Six: Unexpected
Mom leaned forward and kissed Dad. Dad, surprisingly, put up no resistance. Somehow, I have a feeling that even if he had, Mom would've kissed him. Resistance is futile, I guess.
Dad was just about to do something his saner side would have been pissed off at him for months with, when someone spoke up.
Sark: Nice to see that Mother's getting some action...with the Infamous Jack Bristow. I always knew she had a thing for you, Jack. And, by the looks of it, it seems to be reciprocated.
Dad and Mom broke apart. Dad glared at Sark. Mom was smiling a very giddy smile. I noticed that Mom was a little out of it when she came back.
Will barfed on the floor. This made Mom jump into Dad's arms because Will had barfed at her feet. I think that it took all Mom had to not kiss Dad again.
Will: You kissed your own daughter, Jack. That's incest. I thought higher of you. I actually respected you.
Sark seemed to catch on to my Mom's little joke, and he smirked. Mom's face was still dreamy.
Sark: You stupid buffoon. THAT is Irina Derevko. She is not in anyway Sydney Bristow. Speaking of little Miss Bristow, where is she?
Mom finally snapped out of it.
Mom: She's in the flight area. With her fiancé.
Mom smiled at that. She was obsessed.
Sark: Fiancé? I suppose that you would be talking about Mr. Vaughn, am I correct?
Mom smiled.
Mom: Yes, that would be him.
Will finally seemed to comprehend something.
Will: Who's Irina Derevko?
Dad: Agent of the KGB. Russian Citizen. The Man. And most importantly, Sydney's mother.
Mom: Some family resemblance. I feel so very sorry for my poor, little, innocent daughter.
Sark: What about your son?
Mom: My son didn't have to deal with this monstrosity kissing or being in love with him.
Mom pointed at Will. Sark grimaced.
Sark: I see why you feel sorry for Syd now.
Dad: Irina?
Mom: Yes, Jack?
Dad: Is Sark your son?
Mom: Yes, Jack. Although I do wish that he would go by his real name instead of Sark.
Will: Why does he go by Sark?
Mom: When he was a little boy, I nicknamed him Special Angelic Royal Knight. He was a really perfect little kid.
Sark: I'm not a perfect guy now, Mother?
Mom: Why would you want to go by Sarcastic Anarchist: Ruthless Killer?
Sark: It makes me tough.
Sark pouted.
Sark: Jack, we know exactly what question you want to ask.
Dad ignored him.
Sark: It's nice to finally meet you, Father. I've heard so much about you.
Dad masked his surprise.
Dad: Somehow I doubt your mother was positive that I was your father.
Sark: You're right, Father. Be glad you weren't here during the 10 years she thought Sloane was my father. That man is despicable.
Dad: Glad to see we agree on something.
Sark: I feel sorry that Big Sis has to deal with him every day. We probably agree on the fact that Will Tippin is a disgrace...to the whole spy race.
Dad: Yes. I heard of his sister. She's great at what she does. And to think that he passed Project Christmas with flying colors.
Mom: Well, Arvin did choose him.
Sark: Yet another sign of Arvin Sloane's incompetence. He's worse than that president of yours...What's his name.
Will: George Reagan.
Mom: Gosh, and I thought that Arvin was stupid.
Mom then kicked Will unconscious.
Sark: He's more likable unconscious.
Dad: That's a fact.
Sark and Dad got stuck carrying Will.
Sark: Oy with the poodles! What has this man been eating?
Dad: When your mother was 8 and 1/2 months pregnant and I had to carry her, she weighed only a fourth of this guy.
Mom: John, what are you doing here?
Sark: Well, you killed Uncle Alexander, and left our organization to me, while you were chatting it up with your honey-bunny in CIA custody.
Dad: John? What in the world convinced you to name this bundle of joy John?
Mom: It's not John, it's Johnathan A. Bristow.
Sark: Mother has a thing for middle names that start with A. Her's, mine, Syd's.
Sark: I'm named after you, Father. And Uncle Alexander too.
Dad grunted.
My little family had arrived at the door. I looked up from the sleeping beauty in my lap.
Me: What happened?
TO BE CONTINUED..........................
Mom leaned forward and kissed Dad. Dad, surprisingly, put up no resistance. Somehow, I have a feeling that even if he had, Mom would've kissed him. Resistance is futile, I guess.
Dad was just about to do something his saner side would have been pissed off at him for months with, when someone spoke up.
Sark: Nice to see that Mother's getting some action...with the Infamous Jack Bristow. I always knew she had a thing for you, Jack. And, by the looks of it, it seems to be reciprocated.
Dad and Mom broke apart. Dad glared at Sark. Mom was smiling a very giddy smile. I noticed that Mom was a little out of it when she came back.
Will barfed on the floor. This made Mom jump into Dad's arms because Will had barfed at her feet. I think that it took all Mom had to not kiss Dad again.
Will: You kissed your own daughter, Jack. That's incest. I thought higher of you. I actually respected you.
Sark seemed to catch on to my Mom's little joke, and he smirked. Mom's face was still dreamy.
Sark: You stupid buffoon. THAT is Irina Derevko. She is not in anyway Sydney Bristow. Speaking of little Miss Bristow, where is she?
Mom finally snapped out of it.
Mom: She's in the flight area. With her fiancé.
Mom smiled at that. She was obsessed.
Sark: Fiancé? I suppose that you would be talking about Mr. Vaughn, am I correct?
Mom smiled.
Mom: Yes, that would be him.
Will finally seemed to comprehend something.
Will: Who's Irina Derevko?
Dad: Agent of the KGB. Russian Citizen. The Man. And most importantly, Sydney's mother.
Mom: Some family resemblance. I feel so very sorry for my poor, little, innocent daughter.
Sark: What about your son?
Mom: My son didn't have to deal with this monstrosity kissing or being in love with him.
Mom pointed at Will. Sark grimaced.
Sark: I see why you feel sorry for Syd now.
Dad: Irina?
Mom: Yes, Jack?
Dad: Is Sark your son?
Mom: Yes, Jack. Although I do wish that he would go by his real name instead of Sark.
Will: Why does he go by Sark?
Mom: When he was a little boy, I nicknamed him Special Angelic Royal Knight. He was a really perfect little kid.
Sark: I'm not a perfect guy now, Mother?
Mom: Why would you want to go by Sarcastic Anarchist: Ruthless Killer?
Sark: It makes me tough.
Sark pouted.
Sark: Jack, we know exactly what question you want to ask.
Dad ignored him.
Sark: It's nice to finally meet you, Father. I've heard so much about you.
Dad masked his surprise.
Dad: Somehow I doubt your mother was positive that I was your father.
Sark: You're right, Father. Be glad you weren't here during the 10 years she thought Sloane was my father. That man is despicable.
Dad: Glad to see we agree on something.
Sark: I feel sorry that Big Sis has to deal with him every day. We probably agree on the fact that Will Tippin is a disgrace...to the whole spy race.
Dad: Yes. I heard of his sister. She's great at what she does. And to think that he passed Project Christmas with flying colors.
Mom: Well, Arvin did choose him.
Sark: Yet another sign of Arvin Sloane's incompetence. He's worse than that president of yours...What's his name.
Will: George Reagan.
Mom: Gosh, and I thought that Arvin was stupid.
Mom then kicked Will unconscious.
Sark: He's more likable unconscious.
Dad: That's a fact.
Sark and Dad got stuck carrying Will.
Sark: Oy with the poodles! What has this man been eating?
Dad: When your mother was 8 and 1/2 months pregnant and I had to carry her, she weighed only a fourth of this guy.
Mom: John, what are you doing here?
Sark: Well, you killed Uncle Alexander, and left our organization to me, while you were chatting it up with your honey-bunny in CIA custody.
Dad: John? What in the world convinced you to name this bundle of joy John?
Mom: It's not John, it's Johnathan A. Bristow.
Sark: Mother has a thing for middle names that start with A. Her's, mine, Syd's.
Sark: I'm named after you, Father. And Uncle Alexander too.
Dad grunted.
My little family had arrived at the door. I looked up from the sleeping beauty in my lap.
Me: What happened?
TO BE CONTINUED..........................