Chapter One
He was dead.
That was what all the best minds in the agency could figure out. The doctors huddled around, conferring about what question would bring Jack Bristow back from his emotionless, machine-like state. What they didn't realize was that Jack Bristow had being dying since the day he meet Irina Derevko.
When they first met, he had lost all desire to pursue his long time infatuation with the most sought after woman, Sara Robson.
On their first date, he had spontaneously lost all desire to converse with the many women who tried to date him.
Kissing her had caused him to lose the warnings that were just beginning to be slipped into training. "Never give too much of yourself away" was his mentors favourite phrase.
Sex had caused the death of all ambition except to prove worthy of her and built a life that would give her everything.
Marrying Laura had resulted in the death of any respect his aristocratic, dictatorial family had for him. Their good opinion, once so valued, couldn't have counted for less when it came to his connectionless bride.
The birth of Sydney, he could honesty say, had been the happiest day of his life. He had sat for hours simply admiring the beautiful angel he had help to create. While Laura rested, he had read every possibly book on fatherhood. Jack Bristow wanted to be the best father in the world. After all, she already had the perfect mother.
Lies.
The Jack Bristow everybody was so frantically searching for had been killed long ago. His dedication to the agency was the only part that Irina hadn't tainted.
The irony would have broken his heart, if it hadn't already shattered into a million pieces.
He was dead.
That was what all the best minds in the agency could figure out. The doctors huddled around, conferring about what question would bring Jack Bristow back from his emotionless, machine-like state. What they didn't realize was that Jack Bristow had being dying since the day he meet Irina Derevko.
When they first met, he had lost all desire to pursue his long time infatuation with the most sought after woman, Sara Robson.
On their first date, he had spontaneously lost all desire to converse with the many women who tried to date him.
Kissing her had caused him to lose the warnings that were just beginning to be slipped into training. "Never give too much of yourself away" was his mentors favourite phrase.
Sex had caused the death of all ambition except to prove worthy of her and built a life that would give her everything.
Marrying Laura had resulted in the death of any respect his aristocratic, dictatorial family had for him. Their good opinion, once so valued, couldn't have counted for less when it came to his connectionless bride.
The birth of Sydney, he could honesty say, had been the happiest day of his life. He had sat for hours simply admiring the beautiful angel he had help to create. While Laura rested, he had read every possibly book on fatherhood. Jack Bristow wanted to be the best father in the world. After all, she already had the perfect mother.
Lies.
The Jack Bristow everybody was so frantically searching for had been killed long ago. His dedication to the agency was the only part that Irina hadn't tainted.
The irony would have broken his heart, if it hadn't already shattered into a million pieces.
