DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters, (except for the original ones), so don't sue because I don't have any money. No money at all.

A/N- Yey! Chapter seven! The smut/lime/lemon is at the latter part. So, if you want to skip it… This the first time I wrote a smut/lime/lemon scene and it was really hard for me… I was having a one sided conversation with the computer and laughing for no reason at all. Anyway, I would really appreciate it if you review (flashes a sincere smile). Thanks…

CHAPTER SEVEN

[A flashback]

Amsterdam, Netherlands

December 1986

She was given three weeks to finish this mission and this is her third day. She wants to get this done as soon as possible. This is her first field mission, alone, ever since her extraction five years ago and she hates it. She wants to go home, go home to her family.

She walked around her hotel room, adding the finishing touches to her appearance, the earrings. She's going to see a ballet tonight. Not for entertainment, but as a stepping stone to complete the job.

Her mission is to obtain important documents pertaining to a super anti-weapon the Dutch is developing. It is said that this anti-weapon can stop any nuclear bombs and the KGB wants to acquire this technology so that the Soviet Union will be the only country who can stop a massive nuclear attack.

This technology will make them unstoppable.

The head of this research is a German physicist named Perseus Baekaland. Part of her mission is to seduce Dr. Baekaland, an old, wrinkly, perverted man, who has a weakness for beautiful women and astronauts. He is also very paranoid, and always keeps a spare key to his office in his left breast pocket.

'What kind of man likes both women and men?' she thought as she walked towards the full length mirror. Dr. Baekaland is also going to see the ballet tonight, and her cover is, a rich, beautiful, Italian woman, who coincidentally, bought tickets for the same box in the theater.

She looked at her appearance in the mirror. Staring back at her is a green-eyed, light brown haired woman, wearing a green gown with a low cut at the back. Her appearance shouts beauty and elegance with a hint of seduction. Her mother might not even recognize her youngest daughter.

'My god. Irina Derevko has never looked this slutty."

-x-x-x-

James Donahue confidently walked inside the grand hallway of the theater. There were a lot of people, holding their wineglasses in one hand while the other one doing grandiose expressions. There were also a lot of beautiful women and yet every time they caught his eye, he always manages to compare them to Laura.

'Not Laura, you fool! She was someone else! Someone who married you because she wants to get CIA's secrets!'

Jack Bristow spent six months in solitary confinement because of her. Because of KGB. 'I will not make the same mistake, ever again.' He thought and looked at his watch. There is still a lot of time before the ballet starts so he decided to take a glass of wine and look for his target.

He watched the people around. His gray contact lenses are killing him, but he put up with it. This is the only way he could honor his mother, who died a few months ago and whose gray eyes he adored so much. He is just sorry that he didn't pass on the color of those eyes to his child.

'Sydney… I wonder what she's doing right now. I really regret not spending time with her but…' his thoughts scattered as he saw his target's face amidst the sea of people. The target is having a conversation with a blonde woman wearing a green gown.

He went towards them, intending to interrupt the conversation politely.

"Excuse me, Dr. Baekaland? I'm James Donahue; we've talked in the phone?" Jack said as he extended his hand to the doctor.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Donahue." Dr. Baekaland said enthusiastically and shook Jack's hand. He still has a German accent. "Is this your first week in the Netherlands? How do you find it?"

"Yes, this is my first week here. It's a colder than I've expected, but overall it's wonderful." Jack replied and smiled a bit.

"Oh, where are my manners? This is the Countess of Brescia, Arriana Tempesti. She also has a seat in our box. Ms. Tempesti, James Donahue. He works with NASA." Dr. Baekaland said as he introduced the woman in green gown to Jack.

Jack turned to face the woman and was stunned to see that she has resemblance to the treacherous dead woman he knew and loved as Laura.

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Donahue." She said with a slight Italian accent and extended her hand for a handshake. Jack, instead, took her hand and kissed it lightly.

"No, Ms. Tempesti. The pleasure is all mine." Jack said charmingly and gave her a small smile.

Irina is equally stunned to see Jack Bristow in front of her, holding her hand.

'This changes things. The CIA must also be after the anti-weapon.' Irina thought.

"I understand that you work for NASA, are you an astronaut?" Irina asked, feigning the accent and sipping her wine. She noticed the gray contact lenses he is wearing. It suits him very well.

"No, ma'am. I work with the research department. But I do work with astronauts." Jack replied and turned towards the doctor. "Dr. Baekaland's works has helped our research a lot." Jack said then turned again to the countess.

"You have lovely gray eyes, Mr. Donahue." She remarked and smiled a bit.

"Thank you. I got them from my recently departed mother." Jack replied.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Irina said as a flicker of concern passed her face. She knew how much Jack loved his mother and Irina knows how wonderful the woman is.

Jack smiled at her. Irina's knees nearly buckled and she almost burst in tears.

'God, I miss him so much.' She thought and smiled back.

"Ms. Tempesti, Mr. Donahue, we'd better get going. The performance will start in fifteen minutes."

-x-x-x-

[Late, late that night]

Irina quietly crept inside the building, careful not to be detected by the guards. She failed to get the key from Dr. Baekaland.

'Damn it. If it wasn't for Jack, I wouldn't have to resort to breaking and entering.' She thought as she walked silently up the stairs. She remembered being seated in between 'James Donahue' and Dr. Baekaland. She wasn't able to concentrate on the ballet because Jack and the doctor were flirting with her. Being flirted with a man as attractive as Jack is flattering but being flirted with an old man like Dr. Baekaland is another thing.

"Old pervert." She muttered in Russian as she found Dr. Baekaland's office and kneeled down to pick the lock.

A few minutes later, she was done. She looked around before going in. She needs to hurry up or be caught by the guards. When she went in and opened her flashlight, she noticed one thing.

Perseus Baekaland is a slob.

His room is so messy that you wouldn't think that the man who resides in the office is a genius. You'd think he's a pig. Literally.

Irina immediately searched the walls for hidden panels. After a few minutes of searching, she finally found it. She pressed the portion of the wall and successfully opened the panel. A sophisticated, metal safe greeted her.

Irina reached for her lock picking tools in her bag and started to work her way into opening it. It took her a few minutes but she was able to open it, nonetheless.

Stacks of papers welcomed her and she sighed. She took all the papers out and checked to see if they were the documents KGB wanted. She then made copies and she was about to finish when she heard gunshots being fired outside.

'Shit.' Irina thought as she swiftly returned the papers to the safe. She discreetly, but quickly went out of the room.

Irina tried to leave the same way she went in but when she reached the stairs, she heard heavy feet coming from both up the stairs and down. She ran up to the floor again and tried to open the door to Dr. Baekaland's office. It was automatically locked when she went out.

She tried to find an unlocked door. She could now hear the voices of the guards coming both ways. Panicking, she turned the knob of the last door she could go into and prayed that it will open. Lucky for her it did.

Irina scrambled inside and quietly closed the door. It was a storage room and it's quite dark, except for a small light streaming in from the windows. A few minutes later, she heard the men speaking in Dutch. They were looking for a man who slipped in the building. They then left, but Irina stayed for a while. They might check the floor again, or worse, check the rooms.

She stepped back a bit and stumbled upon something. When she looked more closely at it, she found out that it was a body. And not just any body.

Jack.

'Oh my god.' She thought as she reached for her flashlight. He was half conscious and he is bleeding. He was shot in the left shoulder and his right side. Irina tried to put pressure on the wounds.

Jack groaned when she moved his body a bit. After a while, the bleeding stopped. Irina then took a first aid kit from her bag and tried to do makeshift surgery in the storage room.

She was able to get the bullet from the shoulder. The wound in his side is only a graze. Irina sighed with relief. All she has to do now is to get both of them out without being caught.

-x-x-x-

Irina is sitting on the chair, watching over her wounded ex-husband. They were in her house in the Dutch countryside, a property the KGB doesn't know about. She made a small fire in the fireplace and made supper for her and for Jack. But Jack is fast asleep.

Irina could hear his even breathing as she watched over the man she lived with for seven years. She could still remember what it feels like to be in his arms, to laugh with him to be kissed by him and to be loved by him. She sighed, as she gently touched his cheek. He has a very high fever.

Jack groaned when she placed a cold compress to his forehead.

"Laura…" she heard him say. Tears filled her eyes as the memories of her life when she was portraying that woman began to flood her.

"Laura, please don't leave." Jack said as he opened his eyes. And when he did, he saw the face of his beautiful wife, full of concern and sadness. He knew something is wrong, but he can't quite put a finger on it.

"No, don't." Irina said when Jack pulled himself to sitting position. She is afraid that his wounds will open up and start to bleed again. Irina thinks he's hallucinating.

But he pulled himself up. Jack is half naked, wearing only boxers beneath the layers of blankets.

Jack cupped her face. There's a slight throbbing in his shoulder, but he ignored it.

"I missed you." He said and planted a light kiss on her lips. He slightly pulled away and felt the stab of desire inside. And then, he saw the tears in Irina's cheeks.

"Why are you crying?" Jack asked, looking deep in her eyes.

"I'm sorry." She said when Jack wiped the tears away. He gently caressed her cheek, his knuckle tenderly skimming her cheekbone. She closed her eyes, relishing this moment. She missed him so much.

"Sorry for what?" He asked and pulled her closer. He kissed her again, this time, rougher and more demanding than the first one. Irina was hesitant at first but then responded with the same urgency. She trembled when Jack slid his hands inside her sweater and started running his hands on her back. She touched his chest and felt his heart beating under her hands.

Still kissing, Irina gently pushed him down and was half-lying across his chest when Jack rolled on top of her and started to tug her sweater up. Her brassiere was the next thing to go. She didn't feel the coldness of the room, only the heat that is engulfing them.

His mouth moved downward, trailing kisses in her neck, and then to her collar bone, tugging down Irina's jogging pants at the same time. She let out a sound of pleasure as Jack's mouth devoured every inch of her. His hands are roaming everywhere, touching, caressing, stroking. He is driving them both insane with passion.

"I want you in now…" Irina managed to say, gasping for breath and tugging down at his boxers at the same time. His mouth found hers and he ravenously devoured her as he gripped her hips and entered her.

Her nails dug into his back, ran over his hips and dragged to his hair as all the while, his long, lean, marvelous body plunged into her leading to a mindless euphoria that only he could show the way. He felt the climax tore through her in one long shuddering rip gloried in the choked sob that caught in her throat.

'Laura…' he thought, then his mind emptied as he poured himself into her.

-x-x-x-

[Three days later]

His fever is gone, the wounds are closing well and there are no more hallucinations. Irina has no more reason to watch over Jack. Its time for her to leave.

'The telephone is in order, there's food in the cupboard, there's running water, his clothes are in place and there is an abundant supply of chopped wood. I guess that's it.' She thought as she paced around the room, mentally checking all the things Jack might need when he wakes up.

Irina looked at the sleeping figure in the bed. She smiled, despite of the sadness dwelling in her.

She's doing it again, leaving him.

She slowly walked towards the bed and touched his cheek for the last time. She doesn't have any regrets, whatsoever, to what happened nights before. She leaned forward and kissed him.

"I love you." she whispered. She has a feeling this might be the last time she can tell him this. It makes her sadder to think that she can never tell this to Sydney or to Nadia.

No one will know what happened between them that night. Jack will most probably not remember it, and she will try to forget it. They will go on with their lives, and go their separate ways.

Tears sting her eyes as she walked away from the bed and out of the room.

Out of his life, again.

Little did she know that another life is starting. Another life that can either be nurtured or be destroyed. A life that can give her, her redemption.