DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters (except for the original ones, of course…) I invited them for a little fishing trip and they accepted. I will return them unscathed as soon as we have caught enough fish to feed our country. Thank you.

A/N- I'm sorry if the update is a little bit late. Chapters six and seven's data were all corrupted by the computer. I don't know why.

CHAPTER SIX

Homey

Comfortable

Accommodating.

These are the words that come to mind when you sit in this room. But these are not exactly the words you could describe its owner.

Jack is sitting on one of the comfy chairs, waiting for Irina to return. The shock and disbelief of seeing the children has now numbed. He didn't quite expect 'Ana' to look that young, and he certainly didn't expect a baby.

'My god. A baby.' Jack thought as he looked around the room. He found one of the men, the one who cleaned up the mess, glaring at him. So Jack glared back.

A few minutes later, Irina went inside the room. The baby is no longer with her. She signaled Dante to leave when she reached her desk.

"So, will you give an explanation to what I saw a few minutes ago?" Jack asked when she settled in her seat.

Irina looked at him, pressing her lips together. "What's to explain?" She asked as she unconsciously tucked a strand of her behind her ear.

"My God! Who are those children? Did you kidnap them? And how the hell did they managed to live with you?!" Jack exclaimed.

"Why will I explain to you, when you couldn't even explain what you did to Sydney?" Irina asked with a steely glare.

"Fine! You want an explanation? I'll give you an explanation!" Jack said, accepting her challenge.

"It was all because of you. It all started with you. I sort of knew that you were a KGB agent because Sloane told me. But I ignored it. And then you died. The CIA found out that you're KGB, so they took me in, interrogated me. They were supposed to let me go and resume my status as a CIA field agent when they found out that you were somehow connected to Milo Rambaldi." Jack said in an emotionless tone.

"I loved Laura. I love Sydney. But the CIA forced me to do something so that I could be truly 'free'. I was given the choice of recording her life and be with her OR, give her to Sloane so that he will be the one to do it for me. If I had chosen the second one, I'll still be in CIA custody." Jack said, giving a minute explanation.

They stared at each other. Irina doesn't know what to say. 'He still blames me for everything.' She thought as she measured the truth in his explanation.

"Then what are you doing here? I doubt explaining for what you did is your reason for trespassing in my property." Irina said after a few minutes.

"Why not enlighten me first about those children?" Jack replied. His tone is a bit sarcastic.

"Answer my question first." Irina asked.

Jack is getting a bit irritated. The woman in front of him is so stubborn. 'She's like a mule.' He thought as he tried to rein in his temper. Getting angry will not lead him anywhere.

"The CIA wants the Protector. The Chosen One's Protector. I assume you know about this Prophecy?" Jack said, watching her reaction.

When Irina heard this, her face quickly turned impassive. Of course she knows about this prophecy. A monk who introduced himself as Hector had magically appeared in their doorstep one afternoon, proclaiming that he had now found the Protector. Irina had truly thought the man was insane and it wasn't until he recited the prophecy pertaining to The Chosen One and The Passenger, word for word, did she think otherwise.

She thought she was the only one who knew about the foretelling. It seems that the CIA knows about it too.

"Why?" Irina asked in an uninterested tone. She is acting aloof, but deep inside her heart, fear is starting to take over. 'He's going to take my child away from me.'

"The Protector is said to have the ability to track down the Passenger."

"You lost Nadia again?" Irina asked, a bit irritated. Yes, she's her daughter with despicable Arvin Sloane but Nadia is still her child.

"Can you now answer my question?" Jack replied, ignoring her question about Nadia.

Silence.

After a few minutes, Irina sighed. "Those are my children. My biological children. And that's all you need to know." She said as she took one of the pens in her table and started twiddling with them.

"Some people might think that I'm too old to bear a child, but my biological clock thinks otherwise." Irina said and started clicking the pen. She appears to be thinking of something else, since her eyes seem to be far away.

"Not only do we have the same mother, we also have the same father."

"Should I tell him…?"

Sydney's words rang in his head.

"Who are their fathers?" He asked after a few minutes.

The question was an 'earth-to-Irina' question.

"What?" she asked, blinking a bit. She's surprised that Jack asked that question, this early.

"I asked you who their fathers are." Jack replied drumming his fingers in the desk.

"Why do you want to know?" Irina asked.

"I want to know if you slept with two more men after Sloane." Jack replied insensitively. Good thing he had fast reflexes or else he could have been hit a by a large dolphin paperweight Irina threw at him. It landed on the floor with a thud. Jack looked at her. He is standing behind the chair.

Irina is so angry at him that she was surprised that she didn't lunge towards him and strangle him to death. Tears were burning the back of her eyes.

"Bastard! You slept with my sister! Did I throw that in your face? NO!" Irina shouted, standing up and taking a tape dispenser. She threw it at him, this time hitting him squarely in the shoulder. She then took other things that were sitting on her desk and started throwing it at him.

Jack can see the burning rage in Irina's eyes as he evaded the flying effects.

A few minutes later, she stopped and sat on her chair. Tears were running in her cheeks.

"I'm sorry." Jack said as he approached her. Irina ignored him.

"I'm a jackass for saying that." Jack added as he walked to her chair. He kneeled by the seat and looked at Irina. She refused to look at him.

"I know about them, I'm sorry if I hurt you with what I said. Sydney told me about Ana but not the baby. I was… shocked when I saw them." Jack said and held her hand.

Irina looked at their joined fingers. Tears were still streaming in her eyes.

"Stop acting like that. It's hypocritical." Irina said and looked at him.

"Why do you say that?" Jack asked in a confronting tone.

"You want to take my children away from me."

"No, I won't." Jack replied. He is still holding her hand.

"Yes, you are." Irina said as she wiped the tears from her cheeks. "I'm okay, go away."

Jack smiled a bit. She's acting a bit like Laura almost thirty years ago. He went back to his seat and looked at her again.

"I want to know their names and their ages." Jack said when Irina calmed down.

"Who?" She asked absent-mindedly.

"My children?"

Irina looked at him. She leaned back on her leather chair and smoothed a strand of hair again.

"My daughter is Giselle Arriana Derevko, otherwise known as Ana. She's sixteen, turning seventeen this September." Irina started. She saw that Jack recognizes the name a bit.

"What about my son?" Jack asked. He remembers being introduced to a woman named Arriana a few years back, but he doesn't know if she's related to Irina.

Irina's mouth twitched a bit when she heard my son. "I named him Jacob. Jacob Sebastian Derevko. He's six months old."

Jack counted backwards. The baby is most probably born in December, meaning that he was conceived in March.

"Yes, he was conceived the last time we saw each other. March 16, 2003." Irina said when she saw Jack's face.

Jack nodded his head in understanding. But he waited for a few minutes before asking the question that's been bothering him a while ago.

"How was Ana conceived?"

-x-x-x-

Ana is sitting on the floor, reading out loud a book to her brother, who is in his playpen. She is reading The Ugly Duckling in Russian, complete with the facial and vocal expressions. Her brother seems to enjoy it.

When she finished reading it, the baby clapped then laughed. Ana smiled a bit and placed the book on top of the bureau.

"You're such a precocious little boy." Ana cooed and leaned forward to kiss him.

The door opened. Ana turned around to see who entered the room.

"Hi mom. You're finished talking to the gentleman?" Ana asked.

"Yes. But I think he's going to stay for dinner." Irina said and went towards them. The baby gurgled something incoherent but Ana is sure that it's a greeting to their mother.

"Hello Jacob. Did you miss mommy?" Irina asked in Russian. That baby smiled and reached for her.

Irina scooped the baby up of the playpen.

"Who is he?" Ana asked when her mother turned to face her. Her brother was playing with a strand of her mother's silky brown hair.

"Who? The man downstairs?" Irina asked as she tried to pry open Jacob's little hands and to free her hair. He started tugging it a bit hard and it hurt.

"Yes, who else?" Ana answered jokingly and sat down on the bed.

"That was Jack Bristow."

"Oh." Was Ana's only reply. She knows who Jack Bristow is, even if she hasn't seen him (until now). He's the man who her mother was ordered to marry and steal secrets from. He's the man her mother has been with for ten years. And he's the man her mother fell in love with.

Irina sat down beside her when the baby ordered that he be put back in his playpen. She looked at her daughter and smoothed Ana's hair. Ana doesn't know who her father is. She thinks he's dead.

"He's Jacob's dad, isn't he?" Ana asked after a few minutes.

Irina gaped at her. Her daughter's knack for guessing is so accurate that it's scary sometimes.

"How did you know that?"

"They have the same black, wavy hair. The same nose, the same lips." Ana replied, shrugging a bit.

"Yes. He's Jacob's that. And he's…"

"He's what?" Ana asked when her mother stopped.

"He's your father."

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A/N- Hello… the next chapter's going to be a flashback, an explanation of Ana's conception, therefore there's going to be a slight smut (or lemon, or lime, take your pick).

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