Title: Home and Memories
Author: toria55
Spoilers: Takes place after a A Dark Turn, but even that doesn't really matter.
Disclaimer: Alias and all it's characters are owned by JJ Abrams and ABC. This story is not intended to infringe on the copyrights of the original creators. It is written for entertainment purposes only and is not intended for profit in any way.
Author's note:
This is just my verision of what life may have been like for Jack growing up.
Jack's history at ABC.com says he was born in Canada, but it doesn't say where he was raised. So my story assumes his mother was Canadian, but his father was American and he grew up in Maryland.
Reviews welcome.
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The Baltimore Washington International Airport was closed down. No flights were coming or going for the next 24 hours due to a security breach. Sydney Bristow was on her cell phone, as was hundreds of other commuters, trying to find a hotel room. There was none. Jack was making calls to reserve a car. He was able to do so due solely to his CIA connections.
After securing a car he headed over to where Sydney had been standing trying get better reception. Sydney was about to tell him that that the closest hotel room was 50 miles away, when a lady appearing to be in her fifties, approached Jack. She stopped and looked at him.
"Johnny? Johnny, is that you?" Then she rushed forward and threw her arms around his neck. "Oh, Johnny, it's been ages." Holding him at arm length, she said, in a scolding voice, "Where have you been? Why haven't you kept in touch?"
She recognized that look. The one that said he had no real answer. She hugged him again and said, "It doesn't matter. You're here now."
"You look wonderful," she lied. He didn't look wonderful. He looked tired and she could tell he was nervous.
Then she noticed Sydney standing back a few feet. "Sydney? Is that you?"
"How does she know me?" Sydney wondered.
Jack realizes that he is now forced to introduce the two women. "Sydney, this is my cousin, Carolyn. Carolyn, this is my daughter."
"Hello Sydney," she said as she offered her hand. "With those eyes I'd recognize you anywhere. It's so nice to see you again."
"Again?" Sydney thought. "We've met before?".
"So Johnny.... I'm sorry,..., old habits die-hard." she said as she corrected his name, "So Jack..., you're one of the stranded thousands I take it?"
"Yes, we arrived from London. We were suppose to transfer to a plane to LA, but it looks like that wouldn't happen today." Jack confirmed for her.
"Well good, then that gives you plenty of time to come home and visit with Mamma. She talks about you all the time." Carolyn said. Then added, "She'll be so thrilled to see you. Maybe I should call and warn her that I'm bringing company home."
"No," Jack said abruptly.
Jack, why not? Mamma's getting old. She broke ankle not long ago. She had a bad time with pneumonia because of that. There aren't going to be many more chances." She informed him.
"I'm sorry, we can't. Not this time." Was all that he said.
Sydney knew of no reason they couldn't visit, but she remained silent.
"Ok Johnny, but you can call her, you know." Carolyn didn't hide the irritation that she was feeling. "I moved in with her after she broke her ankle. We have the same phone number for the last 50 years and the same address. You can send her a postcard sometime. After all she did for you, a phone call once a year wouldn't hurt."
"I'll call when I get back to LA." He said.
"Promise?" She asked, even though she suspected that he wouldn't call.
"Yes," he answered, only half convincing her.
Carolyn ran one of the boutiques in the airport. "Well then, I need to be going home now. I came in to be sure everything was under control at my shop."
She put her hands on Jacks shoulders and kissed his cheek. "It's good to see you again. We love you, you know."
"Good-bye Carolyn. Tell Aunt Sara I said hello." Jack said.
She looked at him and shaking her head, she said, "No, I won't do that. She would be heartbroken to know you were in town and didn't stop to visit with her."
Then Carolyn turned to Sydney and said, "Good-bye Sydney, take care of your father."
"Good-bye Carolyn. It was nice to meet you." Sydney said with a smile as she offered Carolyn her hand.
Sydney watched Jack as he watched his cousin walk away. She was starting to recognize that look in his eyes. The look that said he wanted to do or say something different, but he didn't know how.
When Carolyn was out of sight he turned to Sydney and told her that their car should be waiting at the curb. The car was right where it was suppose to be. The driver got out and handed Jack the keys. Before entering the highway, that would take them to their hotel, Jack pulled over onto the side of the road.
"You OK?" Sydney asked him.
He was looking out the front window. She could tell he was trying to make a decision.
"Sydney, would you like to meet my Aunt Sara?"
Sydney could not recall meeting any of her relatives. Aunt Sara sounded interesting. She wanted very much to meet her, but she knew that Jack had been though a lot of emotional trauma recently and she didn't want him to subject himself to memories that maybe he couldn't handle. "Dad, I would love to meet her, but only if you want to."
"I'd like you to meet her Sydney." She smiled at him as he made a U-turn and headed south.
Author: toria55
Spoilers: Takes place after a A Dark Turn, but even that doesn't really matter.
Disclaimer: Alias and all it's characters are owned by JJ Abrams and ABC. This story is not intended to infringe on the copyrights of the original creators. It is written for entertainment purposes only and is not intended for profit in any way.
Author's note:
This is just my verision of what life may have been like for Jack growing up.
Jack's history at ABC.com says he was born in Canada, but it doesn't say where he was raised. So my story assumes his mother was Canadian, but his father was American and he grew up in Maryland.
Reviews welcome.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Baltimore Washington International Airport was closed down. No flights were coming or going for the next 24 hours due to a security breach. Sydney Bristow was on her cell phone, as was hundreds of other commuters, trying to find a hotel room. There was none. Jack was making calls to reserve a car. He was able to do so due solely to his CIA connections.
After securing a car he headed over to where Sydney had been standing trying get better reception. Sydney was about to tell him that that the closest hotel room was 50 miles away, when a lady appearing to be in her fifties, approached Jack. She stopped and looked at him.
"Johnny? Johnny, is that you?" Then she rushed forward and threw her arms around his neck. "Oh, Johnny, it's been ages." Holding him at arm length, she said, in a scolding voice, "Where have you been? Why haven't you kept in touch?"
She recognized that look. The one that said he had no real answer. She hugged him again and said, "It doesn't matter. You're here now."
"You look wonderful," she lied. He didn't look wonderful. He looked tired and she could tell he was nervous.
Then she noticed Sydney standing back a few feet. "Sydney? Is that you?"
"How does she know me?" Sydney wondered.
Jack realizes that he is now forced to introduce the two women. "Sydney, this is my cousin, Carolyn. Carolyn, this is my daughter."
"Hello Sydney," she said as she offered her hand. "With those eyes I'd recognize you anywhere. It's so nice to see you again."
"Again?" Sydney thought. "We've met before?".
"So Johnny.... I'm sorry,..., old habits die-hard." she said as she corrected his name, "So Jack..., you're one of the stranded thousands I take it?"
"Yes, we arrived from London. We were suppose to transfer to a plane to LA, but it looks like that wouldn't happen today." Jack confirmed for her.
"Well good, then that gives you plenty of time to come home and visit with Mamma. She talks about you all the time." Carolyn said. Then added, "She'll be so thrilled to see you. Maybe I should call and warn her that I'm bringing company home."
"No," Jack said abruptly.
Jack, why not? Mamma's getting old. She broke ankle not long ago. She had a bad time with pneumonia because of that. There aren't going to be many more chances." She informed him.
"I'm sorry, we can't. Not this time." Was all that he said.
Sydney knew of no reason they couldn't visit, but she remained silent.
"Ok Johnny, but you can call her, you know." Carolyn didn't hide the irritation that she was feeling. "I moved in with her after she broke her ankle. We have the same phone number for the last 50 years and the same address. You can send her a postcard sometime. After all she did for you, a phone call once a year wouldn't hurt."
"I'll call when I get back to LA." He said.
"Promise?" She asked, even though she suspected that he wouldn't call.
"Yes," he answered, only half convincing her.
Carolyn ran one of the boutiques in the airport. "Well then, I need to be going home now. I came in to be sure everything was under control at my shop."
She put her hands on Jacks shoulders and kissed his cheek. "It's good to see you again. We love you, you know."
"Good-bye Carolyn. Tell Aunt Sara I said hello." Jack said.
She looked at him and shaking her head, she said, "No, I won't do that. She would be heartbroken to know you were in town and didn't stop to visit with her."
Then Carolyn turned to Sydney and said, "Good-bye Sydney, take care of your father."
"Good-bye Carolyn. It was nice to meet you." Sydney said with a smile as she offered Carolyn her hand.
Sydney watched Jack as he watched his cousin walk away. She was starting to recognize that look in his eyes. The look that said he wanted to do or say something different, but he didn't know how.
When Carolyn was out of sight he turned to Sydney and told her that their car should be waiting at the curb. The car was right where it was suppose to be. The driver got out and handed Jack the keys. Before entering the highway, that would take them to their hotel, Jack pulled over onto the side of the road.
"You OK?" Sydney asked him.
He was looking out the front window. She could tell he was trying to make a decision.
"Sydney, would you like to meet my Aunt Sara?"
Sydney could not recall meeting any of her relatives. Aunt Sara sounded interesting. She wanted very much to meet her, but she knew that Jack had been though a lot of emotional trauma recently and she didn't want him to subject himself to memories that maybe he couldn't handle. "Dad, I would love to meet her, but only if you want to."
"I'd like you to meet her Sydney." She smiled at him as he made a U-turn and headed south.