Title: True Lies
Author: Puts hand up. Yes me! Aeria, Doona, donna__rose@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
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Summary: Jack and Irina have a chat
A/N: okay, sixth chapter, have fun and take your time cause I shan't be back for three days, but R&R because when I get back I will only update if I can get motivated. Thank you so much for all of the reviews so far, they are great.
Disclaimer: Duh, not mine, Wish they were.
Chapter Six
Vaughn noticed that Sydney had stoped in time to turn and watch Irina and Jack lock eyes. Again he could have sworn that Jack looked young and Irina brighter.
Irina stared with anxious curiosity. Jack's face flickered from the truth to his normal disposition and then back again. The moments he couldn't find defences to erect, he looked unsure and scared, exactly the opposite to what people thought of the sure and fearless Jack Bristow.
She forced herself to look down, her mind ticking over, debating over what and why she had just seen what she had seen. Jack had been completely readable, probably exactly how she had appeared to him for most of the day. Irina came to the conclusion that this sharing of minds was a two way deal and that when she had let him in she had unwittingly lit a short fuse that would result in the opening of another door, exclusively to her. A door into Jack's own deep desires.
Jack coughed, pretending nothing had happened and motioned for her to lead out. Looking up, she saw both Sydney and Vaughn watching them with growing interest. Quickly she shook her head and looked back down to the floor.
Each took their own car, Irina catching a lift with Agent Vaughn as this was considered the most inconspicuous, to the corner of Moore and King. Jack arrived last, having opted to be late rather than there alone with a woman who was awakening more than just memories in him. He had been sure that Irina was completely under control, that he was completely under control and that while she had been foolish enough to let her defences drop, he would not do the same in case this was what it looked like: a trap. Obviously he had been wrong.
Stepping from his car he was confronted with all three agents standing, each with dark glasses and upturned collars, around a bus stop. An agent leaning against the brick wall behind, speaking quietly on his phone,
The agent closed his stylish cell and began to walk towards a set of stairs that apparently led down to the nearby house's basement. Each person followed, Vaughn first, pursued by Sydney, Irina and then finally Jack who went down backwards, making sure that they were not being watched or followed.
Once below ground the foursome found themselves in a large drab and grey room furnished only with three sets of shelves and a sink, each up against one of the walls. Two of the shelves housed every gadget, gun and kit know to man while the remaining shelf housed four suitcases and rack upon rack of clothing.
Quickly the anonymous agent spoke, "You'll find everything you'll need here. You are to go to Australia as tourists, an American family, mother, father, daughter and son in law due to the lack of simular looks. You will establish yourselves as tourists. A full report will arrive via telephone while you are on the plane at twenty hundred hours. These are your tickets, bios and passports. Good Luck."
He turned and left after handing the papers to Jack who then handed them out respectively to each person, careful not to touch of look at Irina. Vaughn smiled; the silence eerie and deafening. "Hey," he said looking over Sydney's shoulder, "It looks as if we might get to sit together on this one."
Sydney leaned over and looked at her father's boarding pass. "Hmmm, I've got 41B."
"42A," Irina said.
"42B," Jack told the group an edge to his voice as he realised that he was going to be sitting next to a woman that he couldn't look in the eye all the way to Australia.
"41B," Vaughn couldn't help but smile at the idea of sitting next to Sydney for the twenty-something hours. "Right," he said with new found zest, "Let's get packing."
An hour later, each sat beside a suitcase, full to bursting with gadgets, kits, cloths and carefully hidden guns. Irina had packed no guns and was looking please with her large assortment of clothes. Sydney had at least five automatics and a tranquiliser while her father had packed more. Standing up, Jack, brushed off the knees of his suit pants and flipped open his passport. The photo that greeted him was very much like what he saw in the mirror each morning. The man in the photo, a Christopher Pearson, had blacker hair, but other than that no difference.
Irina saw what he was doing and followed suit, opening her passport to find a photo of herself but with black hair. Looking over her shoulder Sydney oooed. "You're going to have to wear a black wig for that one." Irina looked at her and smiled, all along aware of Jack's eyes as they followed her every movement.
"Nope, I'll just dye it, I can't be bothered wearing a wig for three days straight. Where's yours?" Sydney brought out a passport, Naomi Sims, which portrayed her as that spitting image of her mother, complete with black straight hair. "Do you want to dye yours as well?" Irina felt uneasy asking her, but wanted desperately for her to say yes, not only because it would mean an easier trip but because, it just felt like if she agreed she would be accepting her.
Sydney thought for a moment before nodding and heading with her mother over to the sink that had been installed for exactly that reason. "Don't take too long," Jack warned, "The flight leaves in two and a half hours so do it the quick way, I need it after you."
Vaughn pulled out a passport that had a completely unaltered picture of him on it and breathed a sigh of relief, Craig Sims, born in 1972. Vaughn nodded and went back to looking through his suitcase, trying to fit in things that he wanted to take but wasn't sure about.
Jack just sat, staring into nothingness, glancing at hie ex-wife and daughter as they silently dyed each other's hair with the CIA special quick hair dye set. God, he was in trouble now, wasn't he. He remembered Laura and only now would he admit that their relationship had always been missing one thing other than truth and that was this ability to look at each other and read minds.
Now that he had it, it was as though a whole new dimension had been invented, it was incredible and horrible at the same time. Slowly, he tried to stop thinking about it and headed over to his daughter's suitcase, looking up he asked, "Sydney, can I look through here, just to make sure?" Sydney nodded, completely happy for him to look through it. Irina, on the other hand, saw him glance sideways at her own case and saw the ploy to get into her case for reasons unknown to her. She grinned in spite of herself, dropping her head as she continued to do her daughter's hair in black.
Jack nodded and looked through the stuff to find a very well packed and prepared case, everything was something she needed and on top she had picked out clothing that would suit any terrain and clothing that would make her appear as any other tourist should. He smiled with pride before moving to the suitcase to its left, Irina's, Looking up he met her stare and quickly averted his eyes down to her nose, he saw her lips twitch up but ignored it. "Can I look?"
She nodded, bringing her eyes down to his, both of them feeling the defences fall and Irina grinned again, as she got the knack of preparing herself for the openness. Jack just turned and went into her suitcase, starting by looking at the large amount of gadgets and kits she had managed to fit in. It was incredible that she had gotten so many and for a moment he was disappointed that he couldn't let her have guns in there. He moved to look at the clothing she had chosen. Mostly summer stuff as it would be early summer in Australia. Several bright dresses, a denim jacket, a few pairs of track suit pants and a pair of jeans plus a few shirts of different design and colour. He counted out the number of changes of clothes she was taking, "Why are you taking so many?"
"Two reasons, first, I'm a tourist, no tourist takes only three changes of clothing and second of all, I think we might be there for more than two days, I'd guess more like a week." Irina didn't look up but she knew he was watching her, trying to evaluate her statement. "Kendall didn't tell us everything, there's more to it and that's why he isn't going to tell us until we are up in the air, on our way and with no way out."
Jack's brow creased as Irina faced a theory he himself had been turning over for most of the day. "I have heaps of room; I suggest each of you," she started to address all of them, "throw another two changes in."
Jack nodded and turned to the rack of clothing and gingerly picked out two pairs of jeans and two more T-shirts. Sighing he placed them into the suitcase and watched as Vaughn did the same. Sydney pointed out another red dress and a red bikini along with denim shorts. Jack placed everything carefully into the suitcase and shut it easily. "We can fit more in."
Irina turned around, her hair suddenly black and straight, along with Sydney's, they looked at each other and laughed, Jack just marvelling at the change. Irina turned back and went along the rack eventually grabbing a blue bikini like Sydney's and a matching pair of denim shorts. Jack looked at her, his eyes showing terror when he accidentally met Irina's stare. She just smiled back and caught a pair of board shorts that Vaughn had just picked out. Adding them in, she still had room for one more item and when Sydney handed her another pair of board shorts it took her only a few seconds to realise who they were for.
Jack watched, his eyes low and dangerous as he caught on to the fact that there were now enough clothes in the suitcase for a swimming excursion. But he didn't say anything, instead wandering over to the sink where he spent the next ten minutes dying his own hair.
Turning back to them, he found everything firmly packed and each person ready to go. They were about to leave when Irina had to add, "We can't go like this." Sydney smacked herself in the head as she looked down at herself before looking across to a suited up Jack and brown clad mother.
"Okay, grab something nice, and not something that you will get hot in." Jack commanded grabbing a pair of loose jeans from the rack and a light blue shirt. Grimacing he realised what everyone else was yet to know; that there was only one room.
Vaughn turned around holing up a pair of black, light tracksuit pants and a white sweat shirt. Sydney with a green halter neck top accompanied by denim jacket and jeans while Irina went for a knee length black skirt and long sleeved, thin, red top with a neck line that hung in a cascading fall. Each slowly realised that there was only one room and Vaughn couldn't help but smile slightly as Sydney headed for a corner, Irina going opposite.
He turned and headed for the wall, stripping off his suit jacket and top without much to worry about. He pulled the sweat shirt over his head and smiled when he noticed Sydney watching him like a hawk. With new found confidence, thanks to Irina, Vaughn kicked his shoes off and pulled his pants off revealing well muscled legs covered slightly by a pair of white boxers. Pulling the tracksuit pants on he turned to find no one else had made a move. He sighed but didn't leave.
Sydney decided to get it over with, eager to see how her parents handled the situation; she stripped down to her underwear and glanced at Vaughn who was watching her a little too blatantly with a look of severe concentration on his face. She quickly got dressed, wrapping the denim jacket around her tightly to keep the biting cold at arm's length.
Jack stared over at Irina and Irina stared back, refusing to begin first. Swallowing hard, Jack kicked his shoes off. He had been on many operations that had called for something like this, hell it had happened in India with Irina already, and look at what had happened to you then, he reminded himself. Letting his suit jacket slide to the floor he picked the shirt that he wanted on, up and quickly swapped them over, leaving very little time for I Irina to look him over.
Sighing and realising her defeat, she turned and proceeded to get dressed. Minutes later her voice drifted across the room to where Jack had just finished tying up the pair of sneakers he had chosen. "The zipper's stuck," before he could stop himself, Jack had begun to walk towards her, had he thought he could get away with it, he would have stopped, but all eyes were on him and he couldn't back out.
Irina watched him approach and saw his look of caution as he no doubt believed this was all a trick. Luckily when he arrived, she yanked at the zipped at the back of her skirt to prove it was stuck, and stuck tight. Careful not to graze her skin with his own, Jack took the zip in his hand, he was immediately aware of the heat that her skin was emitting and she was of his. Yanking it, he found it was, truly stuck, he fiddled with it for what seemed like hours, the scent of her hair entering his nose and staying there as he tried to get the zip done if only so that he could escape.
Finally he found the catch and fixed the problem, doing the zip up with a forceful yank. A yank that was perhaps too forceful because it set Irina off balance and it was seconds later that she found herself face to face with Jack, his arms around her back as he caught her from a crash with the floor. Both forgot about the pair watching as soon as physical contact was achieved and suddenly they were paused, staring up at each other, scents mingling, eyes grabbing at each other's thoughts, and Jack unable to let her go, sure she would fall to the ground. He swallowed and tried again to breathe...
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Author: Puts hand up. Yes me! Aeria, Doona, donna__rose@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Please Read and Review
Summary: Jack and Irina have a chat
A/N: okay, sixth chapter, have fun and take your time cause I shan't be back for three days, but R&R because when I get back I will only update if I can get motivated. Thank you so much for all of the reviews so far, they are great.
Disclaimer: Duh, not mine, Wish they were.
Chapter Six
Vaughn noticed that Sydney had stoped in time to turn and watch Irina and Jack lock eyes. Again he could have sworn that Jack looked young and Irina brighter.
Irina stared with anxious curiosity. Jack's face flickered from the truth to his normal disposition and then back again. The moments he couldn't find defences to erect, he looked unsure and scared, exactly the opposite to what people thought of the sure and fearless Jack Bristow.
She forced herself to look down, her mind ticking over, debating over what and why she had just seen what she had seen. Jack had been completely readable, probably exactly how she had appeared to him for most of the day. Irina came to the conclusion that this sharing of minds was a two way deal and that when she had let him in she had unwittingly lit a short fuse that would result in the opening of another door, exclusively to her. A door into Jack's own deep desires.
Jack coughed, pretending nothing had happened and motioned for her to lead out. Looking up, she saw both Sydney and Vaughn watching them with growing interest. Quickly she shook her head and looked back down to the floor.
Each took their own car, Irina catching a lift with Agent Vaughn as this was considered the most inconspicuous, to the corner of Moore and King. Jack arrived last, having opted to be late rather than there alone with a woman who was awakening more than just memories in him. He had been sure that Irina was completely under control, that he was completely under control and that while she had been foolish enough to let her defences drop, he would not do the same in case this was what it looked like: a trap. Obviously he had been wrong.
Stepping from his car he was confronted with all three agents standing, each with dark glasses and upturned collars, around a bus stop. An agent leaning against the brick wall behind, speaking quietly on his phone,
The agent closed his stylish cell and began to walk towards a set of stairs that apparently led down to the nearby house's basement. Each person followed, Vaughn first, pursued by Sydney, Irina and then finally Jack who went down backwards, making sure that they were not being watched or followed.
Once below ground the foursome found themselves in a large drab and grey room furnished only with three sets of shelves and a sink, each up against one of the walls. Two of the shelves housed every gadget, gun and kit know to man while the remaining shelf housed four suitcases and rack upon rack of clothing.
Quickly the anonymous agent spoke, "You'll find everything you'll need here. You are to go to Australia as tourists, an American family, mother, father, daughter and son in law due to the lack of simular looks. You will establish yourselves as tourists. A full report will arrive via telephone while you are on the plane at twenty hundred hours. These are your tickets, bios and passports. Good Luck."
He turned and left after handing the papers to Jack who then handed them out respectively to each person, careful not to touch of look at Irina. Vaughn smiled; the silence eerie and deafening. "Hey," he said looking over Sydney's shoulder, "It looks as if we might get to sit together on this one."
Sydney leaned over and looked at her father's boarding pass. "Hmmm, I've got 41B."
"42A," Irina said.
"42B," Jack told the group an edge to his voice as he realised that he was going to be sitting next to a woman that he couldn't look in the eye all the way to Australia.
"41B," Vaughn couldn't help but smile at the idea of sitting next to Sydney for the twenty-something hours. "Right," he said with new found zest, "Let's get packing."
An hour later, each sat beside a suitcase, full to bursting with gadgets, kits, cloths and carefully hidden guns. Irina had packed no guns and was looking please with her large assortment of clothes. Sydney had at least five automatics and a tranquiliser while her father had packed more. Standing up, Jack, brushed off the knees of his suit pants and flipped open his passport. The photo that greeted him was very much like what he saw in the mirror each morning. The man in the photo, a Christopher Pearson, had blacker hair, but other than that no difference.
Irina saw what he was doing and followed suit, opening her passport to find a photo of herself but with black hair. Looking over her shoulder Sydney oooed. "You're going to have to wear a black wig for that one." Irina looked at her and smiled, all along aware of Jack's eyes as they followed her every movement.
"Nope, I'll just dye it, I can't be bothered wearing a wig for three days straight. Where's yours?" Sydney brought out a passport, Naomi Sims, which portrayed her as that spitting image of her mother, complete with black straight hair. "Do you want to dye yours as well?" Irina felt uneasy asking her, but wanted desperately for her to say yes, not only because it would mean an easier trip but because, it just felt like if she agreed she would be accepting her.
Sydney thought for a moment before nodding and heading with her mother over to the sink that had been installed for exactly that reason. "Don't take too long," Jack warned, "The flight leaves in two and a half hours so do it the quick way, I need it after you."
Vaughn pulled out a passport that had a completely unaltered picture of him on it and breathed a sigh of relief, Craig Sims, born in 1972. Vaughn nodded and went back to looking through his suitcase, trying to fit in things that he wanted to take but wasn't sure about.
Jack just sat, staring into nothingness, glancing at hie ex-wife and daughter as they silently dyed each other's hair with the CIA special quick hair dye set. God, he was in trouble now, wasn't he. He remembered Laura and only now would he admit that their relationship had always been missing one thing other than truth and that was this ability to look at each other and read minds.
Now that he had it, it was as though a whole new dimension had been invented, it was incredible and horrible at the same time. Slowly, he tried to stop thinking about it and headed over to his daughter's suitcase, looking up he asked, "Sydney, can I look through here, just to make sure?" Sydney nodded, completely happy for him to look through it. Irina, on the other hand, saw him glance sideways at her own case and saw the ploy to get into her case for reasons unknown to her. She grinned in spite of herself, dropping her head as she continued to do her daughter's hair in black.
Jack nodded and looked through the stuff to find a very well packed and prepared case, everything was something she needed and on top she had picked out clothing that would suit any terrain and clothing that would make her appear as any other tourist should. He smiled with pride before moving to the suitcase to its left, Irina's, Looking up he met her stare and quickly averted his eyes down to her nose, he saw her lips twitch up but ignored it. "Can I look?"
She nodded, bringing her eyes down to his, both of them feeling the defences fall and Irina grinned again, as she got the knack of preparing herself for the openness. Jack just turned and went into her suitcase, starting by looking at the large amount of gadgets and kits she had managed to fit in. It was incredible that she had gotten so many and for a moment he was disappointed that he couldn't let her have guns in there. He moved to look at the clothing she had chosen. Mostly summer stuff as it would be early summer in Australia. Several bright dresses, a denim jacket, a few pairs of track suit pants and a pair of jeans plus a few shirts of different design and colour. He counted out the number of changes of clothes she was taking, "Why are you taking so many?"
"Two reasons, first, I'm a tourist, no tourist takes only three changes of clothing and second of all, I think we might be there for more than two days, I'd guess more like a week." Irina didn't look up but she knew he was watching her, trying to evaluate her statement. "Kendall didn't tell us everything, there's more to it and that's why he isn't going to tell us until we are up in the air, on our way and with no way out."
Jack's brow creased as Irina faced a theory he himself had been turning over for most of the day. "I have heaps of room; I suggest each of you," she started to address all of them, "throw another two changes in."
Jack nodded and turned to the rack of clothing and gingerly picked out two pairs of jeans and two more T-shirts. Sighing he placed them into the suitcase and watched as Vaughn did the same. Sydney pointed out another red dress and a red bikini along with denim shorts. Jack placed everything carefully into the suitcase and shut it easily. "We can fit more in."
Irina turned around, her hair suddenly black and straight, along with Sydney's, they looked at each other and laughed, Jack just marvelling at the change. Irina turned back and went along the rack eventually grabbing a blue bikini like Sydney's and a matching pair of denim shorts. Jack looked at her, his eyes showing terror when he accidentally met Irina's stare. She just smiled back and caught a pair of board shorts that Vaughn had just picked out. Adding them in, she still had room for one more item and when Sydney handed her another pair of board shorts it took her only a few seconds to realise who they were for.
Jack watched, his eyes low and dangerous as he caught on to the fact that there were now enough clothes in the suitcase for a swimming excursion. But he didn't say anything, instead wandering over to the sink where he spent the next ten minutes dying his own hair.
Turning back to them, he found everything firmly packed and each person ready to go. They were about to leave when Irina had to add, "We can't go like this." Sydney smacked herself in the head as she looked down at herself before looking across to a suited up Jack and brown clad mother.
"Okay, grab something nice, and not something that you will get hot in." Jack commanded grabbing a pair of loose jeans from the rack and a light blue shirt. Grimacing he realised what everyone else was yet to know; that there was only one room.
Vaughn turned around holing up a pair of black, light tracksuit pants and a white sweat shirt. Sydney with a green halter neck top accompanied by denim jacket and jeans while Irina went for a knee length black skirt and long sleeved, thin, red top with a neck line that hung in a cascading fall. Each slowly realised that there was only one room and Vaughn couldn't help but smile slightly as Sydney headed for a corner, Irina going opposite.
He turned and headed for the wall, stripping off his suit jacket and top without much to worry about. He pulled the sweat shirt over his head and smiled when he noticed Sydney watching him like a hawk. With new found confidence, thanks to Irina, Vaughn kicked his shoes off and pulled his pants off revealing well muscled legs covered slightly by a pair of white boxers. Pulling the tracksuit pants on he turned to find no one else had made a move. He sighed but didn't leave.
Sydney decided to get it over with, eager to see how her parents handled the situation; she stripped down to her underwear and glanced at Vaughn who was watching her a little too blatantly with a look of severe concentration on his face. She quickly got dressed, wrapping the denim jacket around her tightly to keep the biting cold at arm's length.
Jack stared over at Irina and Irina stared back, refusing to begin first. Swallowing hard, Jack kicked his shoes off. He had been on many operations that had called for something like this, hell it had happened in India with Irina already, and look at what had happened to you then, he reminded himself. Letting his suit jacket slide to the floor he picked the shirt that he wanted on, up and quickly swapped them over, leaving very little time for I Irina to look him over.
Sighing and realising her defeat, she turned and proceeded to get dressed. Minutes later her voice drifted across the room to where Jack had just finished tying up the pair of sneakers he had chosen. "The zipper's stuck," before he could stop himself, Jack had begun to walk towards her, had he thought he could get away with it, he would have stopped, but all eyes were on him and he couldn't back out.
Irina watched him approach and saw his look of caution as he no doubt believed this was all a trick. Luckily when he arrived, she yanked at the zipped at the back of her skirt to prove it was stuck, and stuck tight. Careful not to graze her skin with his own, Jack took the zip in his hand, he was immediately aware of the heat that her skin was emitting and she was of his. Yanking it, he found it was, truly stuck, he fiddled with it for what seemed like hours, the scent of her hair entering his nose and staying there as he tried to get the zip done if only so that he could escape.
Finally he found the catch and fixed the problem, doing the zip up with a forceful yank. A yank that was perhaps too forceful because it set Irina off balance and it was seconds later that she found herself face to face with Jack, his arms around her back as he caught her from a crash with the floor. Both forgot about the pair watching as soon as physical contact was achieved and suddenly they were paused, staring up at each other, scents mingling, eyes grabbing at each other's thoughts, and Jack unable to let her go, sure she would fall to the ground. He swallowed and tried again to breathe...
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