That very same morning, Kaylee Derevko woke up to the sounds of the latest hit French pop song. Growling to herself, she hit the snooze button and rolled over. Sadly, her sleep was interrupted rather quickly by the double doors leading into her bedroom in Irina's chateau bursting open.
"This had better be good. What?" she growled grumpily from under the protection of her bed covers.
"Darling, is that any way to great your mother?" Irina Derevko asked her daughter as she entered the room.
Kaylee popped out from underneath the covers with an astonished look on her face. "Mother, when did you get home?"
"Just a few hours ago. I had to debrief some of my agents on the success of our mission, but as soon as I was done, I came right up here." Irina took a seat on the bed and leaned her head on the headboard. "I have to say that I'm thoroughly exhausted."
Kaylee turned over to stare at her mother's worn appearance. "What happened to your arm?" she asked as she noticed the bandage.
"Oh, one of the guards had a knife hidden. Mizler's team seemed to miss that one when they were taking the guards' weapons away. Don't worry, honey. I had a talk with Agent Mizler, and it's all worked out now."
Abruptly, Kaylee changed the subject as she glanced at the clock. She never really liked to talk about what her mother meant by 'all worked out'. "Why are you here so early? You never wake me up before eight."
"Well, my main business associate is flying into the country today, and I wanted you to be up and ready to meet him."
"Really?" Kaylee asked. Her mother always seemed to try her hardest to keep her personal side, a.k.a. Kaylee, out of her professional side. "Does that mean you'll finally tell me why I've been stealing these Rambaldi artifacts for you? Because it's been months since I started and I still haven't gotten anything close to a proper explanation."
"I'll give you one right now. Rambaldi has become infamous in the past year and a half for a certain prophecy he proclaimed. It appears that on page 47 of a particular document he created, he claims there will be a woman who will possess three certain abnormalities in her genetic structure. This woman will fulfill all points of Rambaldi's prophecy and render the greatest power unto utter desolation. The CIA and Interpol have been scrambling to discover the identity of this woman so she can be subdued."
"Is it Sydney?" Kaylee asked. She still didn't understand why her mother was having her impersonate this American spy while she stole the Rambaldi artifacts.
"No, it isn't," Irina said with a chuckle. "The U.S. government thought for a long while that it was her, and she went through some horrible tests. Then, when they realized it couldn't be her, they switched the focus onto me."
"Okay, hold on." Kaylee thrust her hands up in the air to halt her mother's talking. "I'm already confused. First, how did they figure out so easily that Sydney wasn't the one? If they were willing to put her through such harsh testing, they had to have been completely sure the woman wasn't her to stop them."
"Well, the woman the prophecy speaks of has never seen Mount Subasio in Italy. Sydney escaped her own government's custody and made it to Subasio. So, that disqualified her as the woman. If she was, there was no way she would have ever successfully completed her journey to Italy."
"Oh." Kaylee said, even more confused. "My second question is why did they switch the focus onto you? I mean, the prophecy you said spoke of genetic qualities. There's no way some American spy can have that close a genetic structure as you. You've only ever been in America for days, at the most one week. "
"Actually, there is a way." Irina paused knowing there was no way around telling Kaylee the truth she had hidden from her for so long. "Sydney Bristow isn't just some anonymous American spy, Kaylee. She's your sister."
"What?" Kaylee screamed, practically waking up the whole house. "My sister? I have a sister that you never told me about?"
"Yes, dear. Settle down and I'll explain it all to you." Irina took a pause to collect her thoughts. "You remember how I told you that the U.S. government forced me to leave the country after your father's death?"
"Yes, they thought that you had caused the accident that took his life because of your previous involvement with the K.G.B."
"Well, there are a few things about that story that aren't completely true. Your father wasn't the one who got into a car accident. It was me. Your father worked for the CIA, and his superiors were constantly pressuring him to bring me in for testing once they found out my past connection to the K.G.B. They wanted to be sure that the K.G.B. had no more influence on me. I loved Jack Bristow, but I couldn't take the constant pressure by him and by his government. I staged a car accident so that I could escape the country and that life. About that time, I realized that I was pregnant with you."
"So my father's alive somewhere out there AND I have a sister I never knew about?"
"Yes. Sydney was the first child I had with Jack Bristow. She was six when I disappeared. I kept close tabs on her and Jack all of my life. They're my family, but I was forced to leave them because the work I'm doing is more important than anything, even my own life. Sydney grew up to follow in both her parents' footsteps, though she didn't know it at the time. She became an agent with SD-6. You remember me telling you about SD-6 and Arvin Sloane?" Seeing Kaylee nod, Irina continued, "Good. When she realized that SD-6's operations weren't legit, she became a double agent for the real CIA."
Kaylee, once again, interrupted her mother. "Why have you been having me impersonate her?"
"For the simple reason that I decided it was time she and Jack realized you existed. I knew that if I just came out and told them, there was no way they'd believe it was true. Instead, I set it up so that they can believe it was their own discovery. That will make it easier on you."
"Easier on me?" Kaylee was confused for the umpteenth time that morning.
"Sydney will come looking for you almost immediately after she hears of your existence."
"Oh."
"Are you ready for me to finish explaining about Rambaldi's prophecy and how we fit into it? Or do you still want some more family background?"
"Yes, mother. Please continue with the Rambaldi prophecy." Kaylee realized her mother was being to grow impatient of her questions.
"Good. The CIA switched their focus onto me and my activities as soon as Sydney told them of our meeting in Taipei. However, I was missing one of the genetic anomalies, but the CIA wasn't clever enough to pick up on that right away."
"So, the woman in the prophecy wasn't you either. That only leaves..." Kaylee's voice trailed off as she realized what her mother was telling her.
"The woman in the prophecy is not me or your sister, Kaylee. It's you."