Two Years

by: Crimson Snow

Disclaimer in ch.1

Chapter. 4

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews. This fic happens in 2023. This is still un-beta-ed.

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Sark knocked on Mikhail Khasinau's house. 4 out of his 5 conntacts said Irina was here.

A young man answeard the door, black haired and green eyed.

"Yes, can I help you?" The young man asked.

"Yes, I heard that Irina Derevko was staying here. May I speak to her?" Sark asked.

"Who ever told you that must have been wrong or lying to you. Mrs. Derevko's not here. Who are yoou, by the way?" The young man, tells Sark, as he was going to close the door.

"Tell her Mr. Sark's here to talk to her." He tells the young man, who let his guard down for a moment and Sark uses that moment to walk past him into the house.

He was just finishing stepping inside, when he hears a voice from the stairs and looks up.

"Mik, Who was at the door?" Linds asked Mik, but as soon as she saw who was standing in front of him, she froze.

Her dad.

She runs up the stairs, to her & Mik's room and locks the doors. Her father goes after her and picks the lock. When he enters the room, she has the TV on MTV and loud.

She doesn't do anything but pretend to watch the TV and her dad just stands there by the bed's side. Finally, she presses the MUTE button on the remote and looks at her dad.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him, as he sat down beside her.

"Me and your mother were concerned after that meeting in Milan. What have you gotten yourself into?" He asked, his daughter who was kinda looking at him with boredome and a little speck of anger in her eyes.

"You don't have to be. I'm not in any trouble. By the way how did you find me?" She asked, as she stood up and turned of the TV.

"Well, there's something me and your mother have kept from you. Before you were born and a little while after you were born, well, I worked for your grandmother..." He said, she had never even heard them talk about her grandma.

"Wait, who's my grandma and what did ya do for her?" She asked, but she had this gut-feeling about what he was gonna say but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Irina Derevko and well, I was her director of opperations." Sark tells his daughter, who's slowly getting the picture.

"Dad, is you're real name Simon Holt?" She said, a little hesitant.

"No, it's Adrian Sark. I'm sorry, Linds, but me and your mother were kinda known back then in the spy-world, and we had to change our names." He tells her, she has tears in her eyes but when she hears her dad's real last name she remebers something.

"You're Mr. Sark?" She asked him.

"Well, yeah, I was but I haven't been him for 20 years. I'm still your father." He tells her, she stands up again and starts pacing a little.

"So I'd be Lindsey Sark? Wait, I'm guessing mom's name isn't really Audrey Holt, is it?" She asks him again, siting down again.

"No, it's not. It was Sydney Bristow." He tells her, and she's about to say something when someone clears his throath in the doorway.

They look up and see Mik in the doorway. Linds stands up and goes to him, hugging him and then looking at his face and grins.

"My dad's Mr. Sark and my mom's Mrs. Derevko's daughter. My real last name would be Sark then, wouldn't it, dad? Now isn't that funny?" She asks, a stunned Mikhail who had no idea.

"I guess so. But is Irina really here? I need to talk to her." He asked, a still stunned Mikhail.

"She's downstairs, reading." Mik tells Sark.

Sark leaves to find Irina, and leaves the couple behind.

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TBC...

*Was gonna have it longer but am gonna be late for class. tell me what ya think and please, don't be mean. ~ C*