Summary : I always walked to know what Emily and Irina said each other on the plane after Emily found out Irina was still alive in "Truth Takes Time".

Note : This is my first Alias fic. Feedback is welcome (good or bad)! Also, the spelling of names were taken from the closed captioning.

Warning : Very small spoiler from "Crossing" and if it's even a spoiler at this point, a bit from "Truth Takes Time".

Disclaimer : I own nothing. The beginning dialogue was taking from episode 18 of season 2.

- - - - Chapter One : Truths Untold - - - -

"What are you doing here with a woman who died 20 years ago?"

"What I'm pursuing is truth."

"Truth? Good. Well, that explains it all. I guess you and I are looking for the same thing."

"Truth." The word rung though Irina's head as she walked into the back of the plane. She knew of course that Emily would accompany Sloane here but she had not been fully prepared to see the two of them together after so long.

Looking around the small cabin she now stood in, Irina saw the mini bar and walked over to it. Irina was not a heavy drinker, truth be told, she almost never drank in the company of others. As glass of wine with dinner was about it. Her life style required her to be sharp and alert all the time, but now, she reasoned with herself, was one of those times when a drink was needed. Grabbing a tumbler and a bottle of Scottish Whisky she sat down in one of the leather chairs by the window.

"1968" She read the label aloud to no one but herself. Her mind drifted back to her eighteenth birthday, remembering a much simpler time. It had been the last year she'd spent with her family before being recruited by the KGB. Her father had given her a bottle of whisky, proclaiming she was now a women. Ever since that evening, when she gathered with her sisters they'd always had a few sips of the liquor. A small reminder of life before "intelligence".

Irina did not know how long she'd been sitting there when Emily walked in. Dropping into the chair across from Irina, Emily stared at the other woman for a moment, a smile playing on her lips.

"Arvin is resting." Emily said lightly.

Irina nodding, knowing that they were now free to talk. "Your acting is as good as I remember it." Irina said, causing Emily to smirk.

"I thought demanding the truth would help sell my innocence in this matter."

"So you didn't tell him?" Irina asked, surprised.

Emily's cheerful demeanor vanished as Irina questioned her. She knew it was going to come up, she just did not want to get into an augment about when to tell her husband the truth. "No," she whispered. "It's not the time." This was an augment she'd been having with herself for the last twenty years and especially since learning that Irina and Sloane were working together.

"You'll have to tell him." Irina stated calmly. She knew what the other woman was thinking. "You asked Arvin for the truth, you must grant him the same."

Emily looked up sharply, meeting Irina's gaze, "I knew what Arvin was doing, I've always known. He's had no reason to suspect what I've withheld from him." She paused to regain control of herself. "We've been so happy." She muttered to the floor. "Since he left the Alliance, we've been acting as we did when only just married. I can't risk losing him over this."

Irina dropped back in her chair, gazing at the middle-aged women across from her, after a while she said, "He'll find out." as she reached out and grasped Emily's hand in her own. "Did he tell you where we are going?"

"Moscow. He said you have a safe-house there that we will be staying at?"

"I have a house just out side the city. Only a handful of people know about it, we'll be safe." Irina said then added after a moment, "Kayta will be there."

Emily looked stunned for a moment before falling back into her chair as well. After a few moments of dead silence save for the noise of the plane, Emily spoke, "So that's why you've been pushing me to tell him." Irina nodded.

"You know her disposition, Yelena. He'll find out, I thought it would be best for both of you that you're the one to tell him. We both know Kayta's never been diplomatic."

"I have not been called that in four years." Yelena stated, her voice heavy with emotion.

"I've not had the opportunity to do so since then."

"And there is no way she would remain silent?" Yelena asked, changing the subject back to their younger sister.

"Katya?" Irina asked, as if her sister might be joking. "They mutually hate each other. And regardless of her feelings for him, I know she missed the bond we shared. She's suppressed her emotions from everyone but us, I don't believe she will keep our secrete quite if you and Arvin show up together. She needed us again, we all needed each other." She finished in a whisper.

Yelena dropped her head back yet again. It was not as if she was blind to her sisters feelings, for she too wanted to be with Kayta and Irina again but in the current situation, when they each had more things to run from than they cared to thing of, it was not the time to bring this into the mix.

She weighted her options. If she did not tell Arvin it would put them all in much greater danger of being exposed. Emily did not speak Russian and had no spy skills. Yelena on the other hand , while not a former member of the KGB, had grown up in a family of KGB agents and had two sisters who were also former agents. She could shot better than Arvin and could certainly alter her appearance more effectively than he could his.

Yet, if she told her husband, she risked losing all they had worked for over the last year. The life they had tried to build, away from the United States Government and most definitely away from the Alliance. She loved him, there was no question about that, but she feared what his feeling for her would be if she told him who she really was.

While to anyone else, Yelena showed no signs of what she was thinking, Irina knew her well. They had never been able to hide anything from each other for long. They had often joked it was the curse of your siblings also being Russian spies. "He loves you." Irina said, looking out the window, giving her sister as much privacy as one could get an air plane. "You married him for love, not for your government."

"I just hope he believes that." Yelena sighed, "No dough he'll ask why I married him given your assignment."

"Just be truthful." At that, Yelena laughed, "I never thought as members of this family we'd use that word in any form. Yet, I began asking that of Arvin and now," she shook her head.

"It was a bonus you know." She told Irina after a while. "I never thought I'd miss home that much. I guess I just needed to be around family. And I do love him."

"Mom's death hit us all hard, Yelena. I'm glad you were there too." Irina felt tears coming to her eyes and blinked hard. It had been one month after the KGB recruited her. Her mother and father had taken a walk, her father, a long time KGB agent had been suspected of selling out to another government, to ensure his loyalty to mother Russia, Irina's mother was shot in the back of her neck as she approached the steps of their family home after returning. All three sisters had been standing in the doorway waiting for their parents.

None would ever forget what happened that day.

As if on cue, Yelena and Irina both reached out for the other. Grasping each other's hands they each rested their head on the other's shoulder, needed the comfort only a family member could give.

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