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CHAPTER THREE

"Derevko?" Sydney repeated. Her head was still reeling from the shock, but, she didn't show it.

"Yes, I took my mom's last name since she doesn't want to give my father's name." Paris replied in a docile tone.

"You're mother is Irina Derevko?" Sydney asked in an even voice. She didn't want to believe it. This girl, is her sister? Even if her thoughts a while ago made her comfortable with the idea of having a sister, the truth coming out from Paris' mouth, it seemed so shocking.

"Yes." Paris replied. She knew why Sydney reacted the way she did. Being CIA, she now knows that her mother's a terrorist. 'Who wouldn't be shocked?' she thought.

"Uhh… can you excuse me for a moment?" Sydney asked as she stood up and left the court. She went straight to the surveillance room to confront her father.

Jack, who was listening to the conversation, was stunned. He doesn't want to believe it. The necklace, the mannerism, Paris' stories about her mother. It was unbelievable and unacceptable. He doesn't want any part of this. It will lead to him, opening up old wounds and acquiring new ones. Irina Derevko was not here physically, but she still managed to hurt the people who loved her.

"What was that all about?!" Sydney asked as she barged in the room. Jack was already standing, waiting for her to arrive.

"Whatever that was, I will not take part in it." He replied. Women who looked like the Laura, the woman he loved so much but seems to have the determination of Irina Derevko, surround him.

"Dad, I'm not asking you if you want to be part of it! I just want to know if you knew." Sydney said. The volume of her voice was slowly creeping up.

"If I knew back then, then I would have told you, wouldn't I?" Jack asked. Sydney just looked at him with dubious eyes.

"We don't even know if she's your whole sister." Jack said again. He didn't want to talk about this anymore. He can't accept the fact that this girl is his youngest child.

"Well we do know she's the daughter of Irina Derevko don't we?! Dad, she was born almost eight months after mom disappeared, didn't it cross your mind that she might be your daughter?!" Sydney replied.

"She has a British accent, for crying out loud!" Her father said.

"Mom doesn't even have a Russian accent! Dad, you're not thinking straight!" Sydney answered back.

While father and daughter were fighting, Paris was sitting where Sydney left her. She was thinking about what just happened.

After she told Sydney that her last name was Derevko and that her mother was Irina Derevko, she saw a flick of shock, hurt, amazement, all rolled in one.

'I think it's because she is somehow related to mom' Paris thought

'Duh! She looks like your mother! Hello???? Maybe there is a possibility that your mother gave birth to a lot of children and decided to keep just you. Like some sort of a kitten!' Her inner child screamed. The part of her that she refused to listen to.

Tired of waiting after fifteen minutes, she rose up her seat and tapped one of the mirrors that were situated near the gym's exit.

"Uhh… hello? Can I go back to my room already?" She asked. Even if she was sure that the mirror was one of the surveillance cameras, she felt stupid doing what she just did. Nobody seemed to care, so she went to her room to go take a shower.

Back in the surveillance room, Jack and Sydney resisted the temptation of having a shouting match at their places. It will be embarrassing to the other agents and to them. They do these things in private. Right.

"Dad, I'm going to leave you her things. I didn't get the chance to give it her so if you can kindly be the one to give it back." Sydney said as she went out of the room.

Jack just looked at Sydney's retreating back and then to the bag she left in the table. He doesn't want to give it to Paris. 'You could always hand it to Agent Marlowe and tell him to give it to Paris.' He thought. But part of him wants to talk to the girl face to face and see for himself another variation of Irina's face.

"Where's Paris?" he asked the agent, who was sitting in front of the surveillance screen, when he couldn't see any sign of the girl in the basketball court.

"Uh… she went back to her room to take a shower, sir. She asked our permission first before she proceeded. It was like she knew where the cameras were situated." The agent replied. But nobody answered him. Jack was already out of the room and on his way to Paris' room.

****

Jack knocked on Paris' door and was let in after a few minutes. Paris has just finished taking a shower.

Paris has never seen Jack before but she immediately surmised that he was Sydney's father. Sydney did tell her that her father also works with the Agency.

"Uhh… Mr. Bristow, right? Uhh… please, sit down." She said.

"Thank you." Jack replied. He was a bit frightened because Paris looked like Irina when they first met. But…

"How can I help you, sir?" Paris asked. Mr. Bristow was looking at her like she was some sort of ghost.

"You look very much like your mother." Jack said. So what if he didn't answer the question?

"That's what they say. But my mom told me that I have my father's eyes." Paris replied as she nodded her head. Where Mr. Bristow met her mother, she did not know. But she has some ideas.

"Is that so?" Jack replied. So, that was what's bothering Sydney. The eyes looked familiar because Paris Derevko's eyes also belonged to Jack Bristow.

"I have some of your things." He said as he gave Paris her bag.

"Thank you" Paris said as she received the bag. She smiled a little at Jack and sat down next to him.

"Uh… this too." He said as he took out from his pocket a small box. It was the necklace and he placed it inside its original container. He gave the necklace to Irina when they were still married and were having a vacation in Paris, France. This was where he told her that Paris was his favorite place to visit.

Paris looked at the box and took it from him. She opened it and saw her mother's necklace.

"Oh… thank you. It was my mother's." She said as she smiled again at Jack. She put it on and was thinking how the guards in Germany missed this precious possession.

"You've never met your father?" Jack asked. It was a redundant inquiry, Sydney already asked that question. He just wanted to know if Irina gave the necklace to Paris so that she can forget about Jack and Sydney.

Paris looked at him with a facial expression that said were-you-not-listening-a-while-ago? "Uh… no, and my mom didn't want to give his name or my other sibling. She told me that I might harm myself if ever I look for them. But, I did some… research."

"Research? Weren't you an Assistant Curator for the British Museum?" Jack asked.

"Yes. But I do have the Internet. You can just type in the name and gather a lot of people with names that are the same with yours." She replied. She herself had tried that but came up with nothing.

"When did she give you that necklace?" he asked. 'When you were born?' he thought. He was so sure that Irina gave the necklace to Paris so that she can erase a part of an illusion of that she had for ten years.

"When I turned sixteen. Mom told me that the necklace was the only memory of my father she can give me. It was also the time when she told me that my father was still alive and that I have a sister. I learned about the whole truth later on." Paris replied. She discovered the truth when the director of her division assigned her the job of killing "The Man".

"Did she try to dissuade you from asking about your father or sister?" Jack asked. He wants to believe that what Irina said about her love for Jack and Sydney was not a lie.

"No. How can she, when she told me countless times that I have my father's eyes?" Paris asked. She was getting suspicious. Mr. Bristow's questions were all related to her mother.

"Mr. Bristow, did my mother seduce you?" Paris asked, bravely, her accent, now prominent.

There was a pause. The question surprised them both. Thoughts in Paris' head were buzzing. 'This man commanded respect. How can she ask that question?' she told herself.

'Was I that obvious?' Jack thought. He mentally hit himself in the head. 'What is he going to answer to that question?'

"A friend of mine was, actually. He died already." Jack answered, maintaining a straight but serious face. He thought he was going to be exposed to Paris, but she bought the lie.

"Okay. You look kind of familiar, though." She said. It was true. She feels like she had seen Jack Bristow before. She just doesn't know where. Then, Jack's cellular phone rang. It was Sydney. She told him that it was imperative that he go to the office, now. Jack said goodbye and went out. He felt relieved. He didn't know that there's another surprise waiting for him in the office.

*********

"Irina Derevko turned herself in?!" Jack asked Dixon, unbelievingly. They were inside Dixon's office. Dixon called him to tell him that the number six most wanted terrorist has turned herself in again for the second time around.

"She's a walk-in. She says that she's going to talk, if and only if, she will be able see her daughters." Dixon replied. "That's part of the agreement. She can also help us in some covert mission against The Covenant. She's agreed to help.

"Are you sure its not an elaborate plan to deceive the CIA again?" Jack asked. Yes, he and Irina had collaborated together to find Sydney. Yes, they have slept together every time they meet. And yes, he protected her from the CIA inquisition that led to him being sent to solitary confinement. But that doesn't mean that he fully trusts her. She is still hiding secrets from him. From them.

"I don't think so. She gave us all the names of her contacts, including her operations manual." Dixon answered and showed him a folder full of names and addresses.

"This is the original. The names are being verified." Dixon said. He stood up and looked at Jack. "She said daughters. Is the girl we have in protection her daughter?"

"Yes, apparently." Jack answered.

"Is she yours?" Dixon asked.

"That I don't know." Jack replied. He stood up. "Is she still being held in the same place?" he asked Dixon.

"Yes. You're cleared to see her."

"Thank you." Jack said and went out of the room. He's going to have a little chat with his ex-wife.

****

"What do you mean my mom's here?" Paris asked Sydney. They were in the living room of the safe house.

"Your mother turned herself in. But she's a walk-in, meaning…" The girl interrupted Sydney.

"I know what walk-in refers to. Why? Why turn her self in?" Paris asked.

"She wants to see her daughters." Sydney replied. She saw a flick of surprise in Paris's eyes.

"Daughters?" Paris asked. "You're my sister?" She said in a surprised tone.

"Yeah. You're mother is also my mother. But I don't know if we have the same father."

"Bristow?" Paris asked, as if trying to remember something. She closed her eyes and sighed. "Oh god. Why did I forget?"

Sydney let her be. Who wouldn't be shocked that people who saved her were actually her relatives?

"Your name was there. I should have remembered it! Why am I not remembering anything I've done?!?!?!!" Paris ranted. She sat down and buried her face in her hands.

"You can't remember anything at all?" Sydney asked quietly.

"Yes. This is so stupid." Paris mumbled, looking at her. Tears were streaming in her eyes. "I can't remember anything after my graduation." She said and pounded the table with her fist.

"We hold a regression therapy if you want to."

"I don't know." Paris said, standing up. "Even if I've been missing for one and a half years, I still answer to my superiors." She said, her back, turned away from Sydney.

"Your superiors?" Sydney asked.

Paris looked at her. "I'm with the British Intelligence."

***

Jack entered the barred security gates of Irina Derevko's cell. He felt angry, betrayed but at the same time a nervous tinge at the pit of his stomach. He walked almost noiselessly, afraid that if he makes any noise, his ex-wife will see his very soul.

Irina was sitting at the center of the room, her back facing the glass pane. She heard the security gates clang shut and was thinking, 'Don't they ever stop?' She turned around to glare at the person but was surprised to see Jack. He was looking at her the way he did when they first saw each other for the first time in twenty years. She stood up and sauntered towards the glass pane. They stared at each other.

Jack looked at Irina and saw Sydney and Paris' faces.

"She has your eyes." Irina said, breaking the silence. Jack said nothing. He saw it. Sydney noticed it.

"Every time I look at her eyes, it always felt like I was looking into yours." She continued, still looking at him, waiting for a reaction.

"Are you telling me that Paris, the girl we rescued in Germany, is my daughter?" Jack said.

"Why are you asking me questions to which you already know the answer?" Irina asked.

"Because I want to hear them from you. Or will you lie about this, too?" Jack answered.

"Yes, she is your daughter. She has your eyes, your passion. She has your calculating ways, your sensitivity. She also has your morbid sense of humor." Irina replied, a bit insulted. Why will she lie about her daughter?

"I wished you had told me earlier." Jack said gruffly and turned around and left.

Irina watched him go. She sighed while a question she tried to answer lingered in her mind.

'Why was I so afraid of telling him about her?'