Title: True Lies
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: There you all go, be impressed cause this is becoming hard work, I'm absolutely loving all the reviews, especially Ev's, miakaweasley's, chickyconqueso's, Danielle Smiley-Face's, addicted2alias's, guttergirl11's and well, hell everyone's. Keep it up and you'll get more tomorrow. Also, do we want this to go on forever or should I just get on with it and skip the descriptions and the events of the day?
Disclaimer: Duh, not mine, Wish they were.
Chapter Sixteen
On the other side of that rat infested wall nothing moved except two chests, rising and falling, perfectly in time as Irina and Jack slept, quite happily, and most probably dreaming, in their bed big red bed. It wasn't for another hour, at exactly eight thirty am, that anything happened when the alarm clock that Jack had set the night before started quickly pinging; it all started happening very quickly.
Usually, Jack woke at seven of his own accord, his alarm clock went off a few minutes later, but he was always up and ready to shower. Most nights his sleep was restless and interrupted each time he woke, tonight it had been different, it had been better than being awake. The alarm went off and his eyes shot open like a bullet, it had been a long time since he'd last heard that sound and it would have sent him moving had he not suddenly frozen, his heart still beating but his mouth refusing take in any air as he saw a mass of black hair in front of him. He swallowed and then gulped, totally shocked.
The alarm clock continued to ring and Irina forced her eyes open as she sighed heavily she noticed two restricting arms snaked form behind around her stomach. Quickly, she tried to remember whose they could possibly be. Of course, the obvious answer took a few second s to come to her and even when it did she was shocked for a few moments longer. Why on earth would Jack have his arms anywhere near her? All she remembered was going to sleep the night before and the conversation that she would be the only one to remember. She swallowed, not ready to move, her eyes searching for the alarm clock but constantly drifting down to where her own arms lay over the top of Jack's their hands clasped together, Irina's weaving in from the top of his and her fingers curling under.
Jack felt her wake up with a jerk, a jerk that confirmed his suspicions of just where and how they lay. He supposed they were spooned, her back against his chest and his head close to her shoulder. Her body followed his, mimicking his as he curved away at the stomach and back in to the knees, one of her legs, her left he thought, had also managed to wind back between his and he could feel her toes against the back of his own bare foot.
He had no idea how he was going to handle this, sure, he admitted it felt good, felt familiar, warm, lovely, but Jack quickly convinced himself that it would have been the same with anyone else. It was simply the sharing of body heat. That was all. Still, he had to escape, and soon. He'd made choices and judgments under greater pressure than this and yet it was now that he seemed to forget how to handle things and he was left with very few choices once he'd gotten rid of the idea of simply running for his life. Mainly because he wasn't going to throw his pride down the toilet so quickly. That left him with two main choices. Do it the rough and tough way, throw her out, blame her, get mad, make accusation and start yet another argument. Or, he could apologies and just hope to god it didn't happen again.
A week ago he would have enjoyed upsetting her, but now, he wasn't sure. He felt as though this was his fault and that he should just be nice about it. As though he was the one in the wrong. Probably, he decided, because he didn't want to upset Sydney, and because gaining Irina's trust was a part of his job, sort of. He sighed and saw Irina's back tighten through the material as his hot breath hit her.
She knew he was awake, the pinging was becoming deafening and it felt as though she'd been waiting an eternity for him to do something, anything. Did he know she was awake? She waited, counting to ten, deciding that if she reached ten, she's say his name. Luckily, she only got to four before he spoke.
His voice wasn't anything she could have prophesized, and she had been ready for anger, rage, hesitation, blame, shakiness, anything but what came out, a strong, yet soft voice that quietly demanded an audience while being backed up with sincerity. "Irina, are you awake?" Irina, mouth hanging open, was too fearful of the incredulity her voice would hold if she spoke, so she nodded, feeling her hair press up against his chest and quickly stopping. "Hmmmmm." He was stalling, she couldn't believe it, this was incredible, she wished she could turn and see his face, but knew she would die if she did. "We have to get going."
Irina laughed at him and he cringed back, realizing at the last minute that she would be able to tell. Feeling his move away, she stopped and answered, in her most genuine voice, "What time is it?" The alarm was still ringing, and immediately, both Jack's arms were gone as he saw his chance for escape. Irina felt cold, empty and baron, but didn't comment, turning onto her back to watch him roll over and look at the clock.
"Ten, exactly," he said. "We'd want to hurry. You have the shower, I'll have one when we get back form breakfast." Jack felt like hitting himself over the head, of all the women to be nice to he chose the serial killer. Why the hell was he acting just that little bit more open. For a split second, he wondered if she'd drugged him, but straight away he kicked it out of his head and threw the covers off. He moved and sat up on the side of the bed, running a hand through his disheveled hair and sighing in spite of the messages his brain was sending out which literally read, "Cut it out you stupid idiot."
Irina just watched him from behind, her brow creased as she wondered what had happened; it wasn't a huge change, but it was big enough for her to notice. He was a little nicer, a little more human. It was so...un-Jack.
Seeing he was serious, she got out of the bed, not doing her usual flaunting and just walking straight towards the bathroom, her hair hanging, completely messed up, all over her face and neck. She murmured, "Thanks," and hoped he wouldn't respond.
Unluckily, his newly adopted genuine voice stopped her just meters from the door and she once again wished for a smaller room, "Irina," she turned around to look at him, turned where he sat, still without a shirt. He just stared at her a moment, his awe, she believed it to be, totally open as his eyes looked her up and down once, twice, three times and came back up to look her in the eye.
Jack took her in, he hadn't noticed it the night before but there was a mile long scar trailing from the base of her neck down until it disappeared under the silky material. Briefly he wondered where it had come from before reminding himself he didn't care unless it could be considered helpful to the CIA. Inside he felt as though he was laughing at himself.
Irina raised an eyebrow as the seconds slipped by, Jack not saying anything, but then he opened his mouth. "I'm sorry I put my arms around you last night," It was the most elegant way he could thing to put it but he saw her smirk. "I didn't realize I was doing it."
Irina nodded, understanding, but pushing as always for more, "You're sorry you did it then?"
"No," Jack let it out before he even thought about it for a moment, it just came out and he would have denied it, said it had been a mistake, but she had left, into the bathroom, leaving the door open and he could hear the running water. He shook his head and ran a hand over his face, no idea why he'd said it and even less of an idea of whether it were true and absolutely no clue as to why Irina hadn't pulled the rug out from beneath him.
He walked over to their open suitcases and rummaged through, settling for a pair of jeans and a light blue T-shirt, despite the fact he hadn't worn light blue since forever. He kept an eye on the bathroom, listening to the running water, at times able to hear if she was under the water of not. He threw the cloths on and went over to the mirror on the back of the door; he found a brush and hastily fixed his hair. He heard the water stop and soft footsteps, in the corner of the mirror, he saw Irina, again in a towel, but this time not bothering to try to aggravate him, over at her suitcase, looking for something to wear.
He turned around, god knew why, and asked, "Where are we going today?" Irina looked up startled, she'd expected him to ignore her, that had been the plan, but he was acting as though she was just a good friend, and eyeing her up and down again. She wanted to scream, it was so unusual to see him like this, but she held back, grinning.
"I don't know, I figure we will have to work it out at breakfast." She smiled and pulled out a green dress
She returned to the bathroom and Jack listened for the sound of running water, when he heard it he walked nearer and asked, "Are you decent?"
"Yep, why?" He walked in behind her and looked for his tooth brush, she just stared at him, her own toothbrush still in her mouth and a golden hairbrush grasped in her hand.
Looking back up to find her staring at him, Jack asked, "What?"
She shook her head and finished her teeth, leaving the room and shutting the door behind her. She entered the main room with a mortified look on her face. She began to pace, going over the conversation she'd had wit him the night before, was it possible that she'd said something stupid, something to give him a away to outwit her because surly he couldn't have been doing this just off his own wanting to be nice to her. She ran the conversation over and over, it had been too much like every other time she'd done it to him when they'd been together twenty years before. He'd been flirting with her, open and playful, but hey, he probably had no idea who or what she was, and then it struck her. He'd called her Irina. He had known it was her and still he'd been playful and he'd said something important. The lines ran back over in her head and she remembered, "Especially with you, with you I can never tell the truth, cause you'll never guess what I'm hiding", what had he meant?
She heard him shut the door behind him and stopped abruptly, "Ready?" he asked.
She nodded and looked down at the gold watch she'd thrown on, "We'd want to hurry, we're already late," he nodded and opened the door. She breezed past him and out into the corridor where she waited for him. He locked the door and followed her to the next room. She knocked upon the door and waited, knocking again after a few seconds and continued to wait.
Vaughn's voice came out, "Hang on a second," he yelled to the door and Irina turned to shrug at Jack.
"And we thought we were late," he scowled, remembering himself and stopping the smile, turning it up the other way. Irina just ignored him, having known the good humour wouldn't last.
Inside, they heard Vaughn's voice again; this time hissed and not meant to be heard by them, "Sydney! Pass me a shirt! A green one!"
Oh deary me, look at that, 2000 words already, have to stop there!
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: There you all go, be impressed cause this is becoming hard work, I'm absolutely loving all the reviews, especially Ev's, miakaweasley's, chickyconqueso's, Danielle Smiley-Face's, addicted2alias's, guttergirl11's and well, hell everyone's. Keep it up and you'll get more tomorrow. Also, do we want this to go on forever or should I just get on with it and skip the descriptions and the events of the day?
Disclaimer: Duh, not mine, Wish they were.
Chapter Sixteen
On the other side of that rat infested wall nothing moved except two chests, rising and falling, perfectly in time as Irina and Jack slept, quite happily, and most probably dreaming, in their bed big red bed. It wasn't for another hour, at exactly eight thirty am, that anything happened when the alarm clock that Jack had set the night before started quickly pinging; it all started happening very quickly.
Usually, Jack woke at seven of his own accord, his alarm clock went off a few minutes later, but he was always up and ready to shower. Most nights his sleep was restless and interrupted each time he woke, tonight it had been different, it had been better than being awake. The alarm went off and his eyes shot open like a bullet, it had been a long time since he'd last heard that sound and it would have sent him moving had he not suddenly frozen, his heart still beating but his mouth refusing take in any air as he saw a mass of black hair in front of him. He swallowed and then gulped, totally shocked.
The alarm clock continued to ring and Irina forced her eyes open as she sighed heavily she noticed two restricting arms snaked form behind around her stomach. Quickly, she tried to remember whose they could possibly be. Of course, the obvious answer took a few second s to come to her and even when it did she was shocked for a few moments longer. Why on earth would Jack have his arms anywhere near her? All she remembered was going to sleep the night before and the conversation that she would be the only one to remember. She swallowed, not ready to move, her eyes searching for the alarm clock but constantly drifting down to where her own arms lay over the top of Jack's their hands clasped together, Irina's weaving in from the top of his and her fingers curling under.
Jack felt her wake up with a jerk, a jerk that confirmed his suspicions of just where and how they lay. He supposed they were spooned, her back against his chest and his head close to her shoulder. Her body followed his, mimicking his as he curved away at the stomach and back in to the knees, one of her legs, her left he thought, had also managed to wind back between his and he could feel her toes against the back of his own bare foot.
He had no idea how he was going to handle this, sure, he admitted it felt good, felt familiar, warm, lovely, but Jack quickly convinced himself that it would have been the same with anyone else. It was simply the sharing of body heat. That was all. Still, he had to escape, and soon. He'd made choices and judgments under greater pressure than this and yet it was now that he seemed to forget how to handle things and he was left with very few choices once he'd gotten rid of the idea of simply running for his life. Mainly because he wasn't going to throw his pride down the toilet so quickly. That left him with two main choices. Do it the rough and tough way, throw her out, blame her, get mad, make accusation and start yet another argument. Or, he could apologies and just hope to god it didn't happen again.
A week ago he would have enjoyed upsetting her, but now, he wasn't sure. He felt as though this was his fault and that he should just be nice about it. As though he was the one in the wrong. Probably, he decided, because he didn't want to upset Sydney, and because gaining Irina's trust was a part of his job, sort of. He sighed and saw Irina's back tighten through the material as his hot breath hit her.
She knew he was awake, the pinging was becoming deafening and it felt as though she'd been waiting an eternity for him to do something, anything. Did he know she was awake? She waited, counting to ten, deciding that if she reached ten, she's say his name. Luckily, she only got to four before he spoke.
His voice wasn't anything she could have prophesized, and she had been ready for anger, rage, hesitation, blame, shakiness, anything but what came out, a strong, yet soft voice that quietly demanded an audience while being backed up with sincerity. "Irina, are you awake?" Irina, mouth hanging open, was too fearful of the incredulity her voice would hold if she spoke, so she nodded, feeling her hair press up against his chest and quickly stopping. "Hmmmmm." He was stalling, she couldn't believe it, this was incredible, she wished she could turn and see his face, but knew she would die if she did. "We have to get going."
Irina laughed at him and he cringed back, realizing at the last minute that she would be able to tell. Feeling his move away, she stopped and answered, in her most genuine voice, "What time is it?" The alarm was still ringing, and immediately, both Jack's arms were gone as he saw his chance for escape. Irina felt cold, empty and baron, but didn't comment, turning onto her back to watch him roll over and look at the clock.
"Ten, exactly," he said. "We'd want to hurry. You have the shower, I'll have one when we get back form breakfast." Jack felt like hitting himself over the head, of all the women to be nice to he chose the serial killer. Why the hell was he acting just that little bit more open. For a split second, he wondered if she'd drugged him, but straight away he kicked it out of his head and threw the covers off. He moved and sat up on the side of the bed, running a hand through his disheveled hair and sighing in spite of the messages his brain was sending out which literally read, "Cut it out you stupid idiot."
Irina just watched him from behind, her brow creased as she wondered what had happened; it wasn't a huge change, but it was big enough for her to notice. He was a little nicer, a little more human. It was so...un-Jack.
Seeing he was serious, she got out of the bed, not doing her usual flaunting and just walking straight towards the bathroom, her hair hanging, completely messed up, all over her face and neck. She murmured, "Thanks," and hoped he wouldn't respond.
Unluckily, his newly adopted genuine voice stopped her just meters from the door and she once again wished for a smaller room, "Irina," she turned around to look at him, turned where he sat, still without a shirt. He just stared at her a moment, his awe, she believed it to be, totally open as his eyes looked her up and down once, twice, three times and came back up to look her in the eye.
Jack took her in, he hadn't noticed it the night before but there was a mile long scar trailing from the base of her neck down until it disappeared under the silky material. Briefly he wondered where it had come from before reminding himself he didn't care unless it could be considered helpful to the CIA. Inside he felt as though he was laughing at himself.
Irina raised an eyebrow as the seconds slipped by, Jack not saying anything, but then he opened his mouth. "I'm sorry I put my arms around you last night," It was the most elegant way he could thing to put it but he saw her smirk. "I didn't realize I was doing it."
Irina nodded, understanding, but pushing as always for more, "You're sorry you did it then?"
"No," Jack let it out before he even thought about it for a moment, it just came out and he would have denied it, said it had been a mistake, but she had left, into the bathroom, leaving the door open and he could hear the running water. He shook his head and ran a hand over his face, no idea why he'd said it and even less of an idea of whether it were true and absolutely no clue as to why Irina hadn't pulled the rug out from beneath him.
He walked over to their open suitcases and rummaged through, settling for a pair of jeans and a light blue T-shirt, despite the fact he hadn't worn light blue since forever. He kept an eye on the bathroom, listening to the running water, at times able to hear if she was under the water of not. He threw the cloths on and went over to the mirror on the back of the door; he found a brush and hastily fixed his hair. He heard the water stop and soft footsteps, in the corner of the mirror, he saw Irina, again in a towel, but this time not bothering to try to aggravate him, over at her suitcase, looking for something to wear.
He turned around, god knew why, and asked, "Where are we going today?" Irina looked up startled, she'd expected him to ignore her, that had been the plan, but he was acting as though she was just a good friend, and eyeing her up and down again. She wanted to scream, it was so unusual to see him like this, but she held back, grinning.
"I don't know, I figure we will have to work it out at breakfast." She smiled and pulled out a green dress
She returned to the bathroom and Jack listened for the sound of running water, when he heard it he walked nearer and asked, "Are you decent?"
"Yep, why?" He walked in behind her and looked for his tooth brush, she just stared at him, her own toothbrush still in her mouth and a golden hairbrush grasped in her hand.
Looking back up to find her staring at him, Jack asked, "What?"
She shook her head and finished her teeth, leaving the room and shutting the door behind her. She entered the main room with a mortified look on her face. She began to pace, going over the conversation she'd had wit him the night before, was it possible that she'd said something stupid, something to give him a away to outwit her because surly he couldn't have been doing this just off his own wanting to be nice to her. She ran the conversation over and over, it had been too much like every other time she'd done it to him when they'd been together twenty years before. He'd been flirting with her, open and playful, but hey, he probably had no idea who or what she was, and then it struck her. He'd called her Irina. He had known it was her and still he'd been playful and he'd said something important. The lines ran back over in her head and she remembered, "Especially with you, with you I can never tell the truth, cause you'll never guess what I'm hiding", what had he meant?
She heard him shut the door behind him and stopped abruptly, "Ready?" he asked.
She nodded and looked down at the gold watch she'd thrown on, "We'd want to hurry, we're already late," he nodded and opened the door. She breezed past him and out into the corridor where she waited for him. He locked the door and followed her to the next room. She knocked upon the door and waited, knocking again after a few seconds and continued to wait.
Vaughn's voice came out, "Hang on a second," he yelled to the door and Irina turned to shrug at Jack.
"And we thought we were late," he scowled, remembering himself and stopping the smile, turning it up the other way. Irina just ignored him, having known the good humour wouldn't last.
Inside, they heard Vaughn's voice again; this time hissed and not meant to be heard by them, "Sydney! Pass me a shirt! A green one!"
Oh deary me, look at that, 2000 words already, have to stop there!