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She felt her breath catch in her chest as she felt a rush of blood to her head. Her hands trembled as she tried to hold the gun steady. Sydney felt herself freeze as time seemed to pass by in slow motion, she saw the woman struggle to stand up, and instinctively knew that she would attack her. She felt disconnected from her body as she felt herself pull the trigger of the cold gun. She watched in utter bewilderment as the bullet crashed into the identical woman's shoulder, sending her to the floor once again.

Sydney gasped in horror as she struggled to fight off tears. She felt completely lost as she stood in the basement of the club. Her spy instincts took over as she switched her com link back on as she struggled to breathe. Vaughn's concerned voice repeatedly rang out through her ears, but she couldn't answer his frantic questions, she ran over to the chrome briefcase, climbed the stairs to the club and ran away as fast as she could. 

***Meanwhile***

The noisy clanking of metal bars opening awoke Irina Derevko from her light slumber in her cell. Two pairs of heavy, definite footsteps followed the noise as she sat up on her bed, brushing some stray hairs away from her face with her fingers. She stood up as she saw two guards approach her cell and simultaneously enter a code on each side of the hall on tiny keypads.  She said nothing as she heard a loud beep, followed by the opening of her cell and the guards quickly entering and handcuffing her hands behind her back.  She made no effort to object and let herself be hauled off down the corridor, welcoming any site other than her cell. After being transported up one floor and led down a dimly lit hallway they reached a doorway where Irina confidently stepped into the room while the guards waited in the hall. She was not surprised to see Jack waiting behind a large table, unfortunately accompanied by Devlin. She spoke, her facial expression bordering on self- satisfaction and boredom, "I requested this meeting to be with only Jack."

"Ms. Derevko I'm sure you are aware that you are only being granted this meeting because of the current circumstances pertaining to Agent Sydney Bristow. And given your history with Agent Bristow, surely you didn't think I'd let you two in the same room together alone." Devlin stated in a curt voice. Irina nodded slightly, her eyes slightly narrowed, while taking in her surroundings all without taking her eyes off of Devlin and Jack. Plain white walls, no windows or double sided mirrors, only a large table with a bright single light dangling above it, with a tiny security camera mounted on the corner of the wall by the ceiling.

"I assume since you requested this meeting you have some information that you wanted to share with us?" Devlin asked impatiently, urging her to explain herself quickly. Irina drew in a deep breath, noticing Jack had yet to speak.

 "First of all, before I say anything, I would like to not be cuffed anymore, I think I've shown enough loyalty to this corporation already to ensure my true motive."

Jack quickly cut in, "Where your true motives and loyalties lie is entirely unknown and always will be, just because you helped out on a mission or hacked into computer system for the CIA does not constitute you gaining anyone's trust." He practically spit out the last words, his anger apparent, the tension between them growing as he shot her deadly stares while she only looked to be studying him intently, with a slight smile in her eyes, like she always knew something that he didn't. Devlin let out an exasperated sigh, he knew he should have never brought these two together, with only him as an extra, but Derevko had specifically stated that if she was to talk, Agent Bristow was to be present.

            "Let's move on." Devlin stated quickly. "If you have something to say Ms. Derevko, do it now."

            She glanced at Devlin, obviously a little annoyed but decided to cooperate. "Alright," She agreed, "I'll start at the beginning."

Jack shifted in his chair, somehow, he felt if he was the prisoner, and she was freed. She'd always seemed to assume the upper hand in any situation.

"As you already know, while I was working for the KGB I was married to Jack Bristow and I became pregnant with Sydney. I thought this was a huge accomplishment for my employer, and it was. Now at the time, while the CIA was formulating Project Christmas, the KGB was forming a project similar, in fact almost identical to it." She finished and stole a look at Jack, his face showed no emotion, but Irina could tell he was uncomfortable.

"We are fully aware of that fact, Ms. Derevko so unless you have a valid point in demanding this meeting, what you have to say is going to have to be good."

Irina just glared at them, slightly insulted but more so annoyed at their ignorance. But she continued, "As I was saying, the KGB was forming the project as well. During this time Jack," she paused as she noticed the glare coming from Devlin, "Agent Bristow," she corrected herself, "was very preoccupied with his missions and such and was not very involved with my pregnancy. As you may or may not know Sydney was born prematurely by an emergency caesarian section. Jack was not present and I had given birth at a hospital infiltrated with KGB officers aware of my condition."

"Your condition?"

"Yes, my condition." She said, drawing the words out slowly, thoughtfully studying Devlin but most of all Jack who was intently listening, still without any emotion displayed on his face. " I was carrying twins." She said bluntly.

            "What?" Jack exclaimed. His face finally showing emotion as he looked at her, genuinely surprised. Irina looked at him and reiterated.

            "Sydney is an identical twin." She said calmly.  Jack was stunned and couldn't think of anything to say. A silence filled the room again. Devlin cut in, noticing Jack's seemingly paralytic state.

            "What happened to her twin?" He asked, he too surprised at this revelation.

            "She was given to the KGB doctors and was put in the Project Christmas program in Russia. And was trained to be a spy." She said.

            "So why haven't we run across her yet?" Devlin asked. Jack was still too stunned to speak; the knowledge of him having another child was still sinking in. Irina sighed and began to tell her story.

            "When I returned to Russia, when Sydney was six, Nadia – that's what they named her, was the epitome of Project Christmas. She was perfect, already exhibiting exceptional skills. I went to see her, but they wouldn't let me talk to her, in fear of interrupting their "work". Nadia became very independent, she had no family, only a couple of other friends they allowed her, and they soon discovered that she only made relationships for her own benefit."

She paused and took a breath. Her eyes drifted over towards Jack, who was simply staring at her. She continued, "They thought that this was great, the KGB loved it, no emotional attachment, no outside loyalties. What they didn't realize was that what she lacked in outside loyalties, she also lacked in inside loyalties. She only cooperated with the KGB out of necessity. They gave her food and shelter, and at that point of time that was what she needed. Four years later they started giving her missions. She was ten at the time but very advanced for her age. It was once she had contact with the outside world when she started to realize her own power. She was smart, she made contacts and when she was 15, she left the KGB."

            "Did you contact her?"

            "No. She hated me."

            "Why did she hate you?'

" I sabotaged one of her missions."  Both Jack and Devlin seemed especially interested in this last bit as looked on for more information. When Irina said nothing more Devlin spoke up. "Would you care to expand on that?" He asked, but was more of a statement than a question.

"No."

            Devlin sighed. "As a prisoner of the United States government you are obligated to tell us what we ask, if you withhold any information, we can see it as a breach in our contract and have you indicted."

            She looked at him, with an air of superiority but complied anyways, "She was ordered by the KGB to kill Sydney." Both Jack and Devlin turned silent at this revelation, Jack somewhat lost in all of it. Irina spoke up again. "I stepped in and destroyed her mission, and her flawless reputation of success. From then on she has despised me and Sydney."

            "What does this have to do with Sydney now?" Devlin asked, Jack still in too much shock to respond.

"Well, last I heard she was working for one of my old associates."

"Who?"

"Milo Rambaldi." She stated.

"What?" Devlin questioned with a confused look on his face.

"The prophecy." Jack said quietly, piecing the information together in his head.

"Does she know about it?" Devlin asked.

"Most likely." Irina answer.

"How could you have not told us about her?" Devlin said, more than a little upset.

"You never asked." She said simply. "Besides last I heard she was in a Turkish prison." 

Jack gave her a cold glare and Devlin cleared his throat. Irina glanced at them and decided to continue on with the story.

"Anyway, she decided to join in on the search, yearning for ultimate power."

"Like Sloane." Jack inserted.

"Does Sloane know about her?" Devlin asked eagerly.

"I don't know." She paused. "It could be disastrous if he finds out." Irina stated.

"If he finds out? They could be working together for all we know." Jack

interrupted, obviously angry with her for concealing this.

"We don't know anything." Devlin said with authority, attempting prevent an argument between the two.

"We have to contact Sydney quickly." Irina stated, a plan already formulating in her head.

At that moment Jack's cell phone rang, Devlin gave him a disapproving glance as he turned to answer it.

"Jack Bristow." Jack stated.

A small, shaky voice came on the other end, "Dad?"

Jack's face revealed a look of surprise. "Sydney?" He questioned. All ears perked up at her name.

TBC…

A/N – I know the idea of Sydney having a sister has been overdone a little lately, but the concept was pretty original when I started writing this. Lol. But please stay with me, I promise it'll be unique. And please review!