Authors Note:
If anyone wants PM's when Redemption is updated let me know!
Thank you everyone for the reviews. A lot of people have requested some sisterly bonding and I promise its coming up in the next few chapters.
Halycona: Oh it'll end eventually lol. We're around the halfway mark (of course there is a sequel planned. Well if people want one anyways lol)
Anna: Originally I wasn't going to write Kat at medical services but then I had to lol. So just a little tidbit you might find humorous
Chapter Thirty Seven
From the moment she'd entered into their lives, Sydney knew things would never be normal again. Finding out you had a half-sister nearly eighteen years after she'd come into existence was not something one could easily wrap their head around. Finding out four months later that she wasn't your half sister but the product of both your parents was even more difficult to comprehend. Especially when your parents were CIA Agent Extraordinaire, Jack Bristow and #4 on the FBI's most wanted list, Irina Derevko.
Sydney had been going over the files on Rambaldi since mid-afternoon. She'd been overjoyed when they originally determined that Kat was not the woman in Rambaldi's prophecy. Now here she was re-analyzing every piece of data they had on him in an attempt to gain more information on scroll 47, The Contessa and "the key" and her sister was dead smack in the middle of it. Rambaldi had been a constant pain in her ass for the last two years now and it seemed like it would never end.
"Dad?" Sydney looked up seeing her father approach her desk. "Where's Katy?"
"She's fine," Jack sat next to Sydney. "She's with Agent Weiss, he should be returning her shortly."
"Good," Sydney nodded. "Weiss took everything pretty hard, hopefully she can get through to him."
"I believe that was her intent," Jack lightly tapped the report Sydney was reading with his finer. "Have you made any progress?"
"Not yet, no," she pushed the file away in frustration. "Analysis went through everything when we first found Katy to see if she had any connection to Rambaldi and his prophecy. They found nothing. Yet here we are once again."
"I understand your frustration Sydney, but it is too early to determine if your sister even has a connection to Rambaldi," Jack's voice was steady and controlled but Sydney detected his hidden frustration. "It seems more likely that Alexander Khasinau was just using her to pass along the information."
"But what purpose did it serve-"
"We have a lead," Vaughn approached Sydney's desk and handed both Jack and Sydney a file before sitting on the edge of her desk. "Before his death Alexander Khasinau rented a safety deposit box at a high security bank in Cairo. Records show the contents of the box are documents. Hopefully scroll 47. Kendall wants us to go in, plane leaves in a couple hours. Where's Kat?"
"She's-there," Syd nodded in her sisters direction as Kat and Weiss entered the rotunda, both seemingly at ease and she decided they'd settled their differences.
"Hey guys what's up?" Weiss greeted them.
"We're going to Cairo," Vaughn explained.
Jack caught the attention of a passing Agent. "Agent Roberts, can you please see that Miss. Bristow makes it to Medical Services safely and then bring her back here when she's finished."
"Yes Agent Bristow," he nodded and stood off to the side waiting for Kat to follow him which grudgingly she did but not before shooting Jack a dirty look.
"Kendall wants to see us in the conference room," Vaughn stood and walked towards the conference room followed by Sydney and Weiss.
"Agent Weiss," Jack called out. "Could I speak to you for a moment?"
"I'll be right there," Weiss nodded to Vaughn and Sydney and then followed Jack into a corner hallway for privacy.
Jack turned to face Weiss, his arms crossed over his chest and got right to the point. "Is there something going on between you and my daughter Mr. Weiss?"
Weiss opened his mouth but no words came out.
"Need I remind you that she is seventeen-"
"Agent Bristow, are you insinuating that my relationship with Kat is.. unethical?"
Jack didn't say anything but his face told Weiss that was exactly what he was saying.
"I see," he sighed irritatedly. "Agent Bristow, Kat is my friend, a good friend. Nothing more and nothing less than that."
"Good," Jack glanced around and then lowered his voice even more. "On the mission to Spain, when she had that nightmare, what did you do?"
Weiss looked at him blankly. "What do you mean?"
"It was a difficult one," Jack pressed him and Eric could see that he was uncomfortable even asking him. "You held her hand yes, but what else did you do?"
Weiss kept his smile hidden. This was a rather unexpected turn of events. One minute Jack was accusing him of having an inappropriate relationship with Kat and the next he was asking for help in dealing with her nightmares. "I thought she wasn't having them anymore."
"She had one last night, I couldn't help her," Jack admitted gruffly. When Eric still made no move to tell him Jack turned on his heel to walk out of the corridor.
"Jack wait," Weiss stopped him from opening the door and mumbled something barely audible.
"What?" Jack asked crossing his arms over his chest.
Weiss stared at his shoes and quietly repeated his words.
"Agent Weiss would you like to share with the rest of the class?"
"I said I sing to her," he whispered loudly in frustration.
Jack had to hold back the smile that was threatening to pass his lips as he watched Agent Weiss' face begin to turn a brilliant shade of red. "You sing to her?" he repeated slowly.
"Yes," he nearly shouted in exasperation unable to believe that he was actually revealing this to Jack Bristow.
"Anything in particular?" he asked.
"Depends on the nightmare," Weiss sighed. "If it's about her mother, she likes The Beatles. Show tunes for pretty much everything else."
"You know show tunes?" Jack asked incredulously.
"I grew up on them," he explained sheepishly. "Rub her back and sing quietly and it calms her down. Do it long enough and she'll fall right back asleep, maybe even sleep through the night if you stay with her."
Jack nodded and turned to open the door.
"Jack," Weiss stopped him.
"Yes?"
"Somewhere Over The Rainbow."
Jack shot him a questioning look.
"From The Wizard of Oz," he explained. "It's her favorite."
"I see, well thank you," he nodded and left the corridor.
Weiss leaned against the wall and ran a hand through his hair. God help him if Jack Bristow ever told anyone that he could sing.
~ ~ ~
Jack strode through the rotunda and took the stairs down to medical services. How ridiculous was this. Each door he went through slammed shut behind him. As he walked quickly down the long corridor anyone who saw him steered clear, the expression on his face and the set of his jaw told them that he was on the warpath. Jack barreled into Medical Services and found exactly who he was looking for.
"You threatened to stab the med tech?" he said coldly, his voice calm and controlled despite the anger and annoyance he felt.
"He wanted my blood!"
"So?"
"So I don't like people taking my blood and he wouldn't let me do it! He stuck me four times and he wanted to try again. I don't think so!" Kat eyed Jack innocently. "Besides I never threatened him. All I said was that if he came near me again, I'd show him what it was like."
Jack closed his eyes sighing in frustration before turning to the doctor who was changing the bandage on Kat's wounded leg. "Did you get the blood?"
The doctor shook his head obviously annoyed, the girl had scared the poor med-tech to death and it was only his second day on the job.
Jack spotted the sterile syringe on a metal table and picked it up. He straddled the stool and quickly tied an elastic around Kat's upper arm. He tapped her arm lightly seeing the evidence of the techs' previous attempts and found a vein. Cleaning it with an alcohol wipe, he slipped on a pair of rubber gloves before slowly inserting the needle into her arm. She winced as the needle burned into her arm and tried to pull away but Jack gripped her arm tightly holding it in place. He filled several vials before withdrawing it.
"Done."
"I could have done it myself," she said under her breath.
"How much longer?" he asked the doctor.
"She's almost done," the doctor picked up Kat's chart. "Broken toes and fingers, sprained wrist, broken nose, cracked and bruised ribs, bruised kidney, lungs and muscles. Her back should heel nicely though, root canals when the swelling in her mouth goes down and I am worried about her jaw but again we won't know anything until the swelling goes down. She should be off the cane in a week or so, we're just waiting on the x-rays of her face to ensure all the other bones are in place.
"Good," he nodded. "Call me when she's cleared."
Jack turned to exit the cubicle but stopped.
"Katarina?"
"Yes Jack?"
Jack stared at her stone faced. "Be nice!" he ordered.
"Yes Jack."
~ ~ ~
Jack stepped out of the shower and quickly toweled off before pulling on an old pair of sweat pants. Kat had fallen asleep in front of the television and he'd taken that as a sign to take a shower. He began shaving and was nearly finished when the sound of a crash resonated throughout the entire apartment and he nicked himself. He grabbed a gun from its hiding place under the bathroom counter and carefully made his way into the kitchen. Turning the corner, he raised the gun and pointed it at the person in the kitchen.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yes," Kat said angrily.
Jack eyed the broken glasses and dishes surrounding her feet. "What happened?" he asked setting his gun on the counter.
"She happened," Kat angrily kicked a small box towards him sending a spray of glass in his direction. "It was on the front step."
Jack picked up the box by the edges. He didn't even have to guess at who sent it as lining the bottom were old photographs of Kat and Irina.
"Why is she doing this?"
"Irina Derevko always has a motive. She's playing games for your sympathy. Her reasons are always her own, whatever benefits her. Don't move," Jack retrieved his shoes from the hallway closet and slipped them on.
"Well she's not going to get it. She can go to hell for all I care," Kat shouted. "Jack, I'm sorry about the mess,'" she appologized and Jack noted that her hands were still shaking from absaloute fury. "I'll clean it, I don't know what happened, I just got so mad-"
"No, you're not wearing any shoes, just stay put." Jack treaded through the broken glass and ceramic. He reached her and lifted her into his arms and then deposited her in the hallway. "It's late, why don't you go to bed."
Kat nodded. "Could you just get rid of those pictures? Burn them for all I care, I just don't ever want to see them again."
"Sure," he nodded. "Just get some sleep."
Jack waited until she'd retreated into his office, which was currently doubling as her temporary bedroom before he turned and surveyed the mess before him. Every single plate and bowl he owned was currently in shards on the kitchen floor. Ignoring the mess for a moment he picked up the box of photographs and took the top few thumbing through them. There weren't many photographs in the box, and Jack suspected that there were very few pictures of Kat and Irina together in existence at all.
Although Kat was presently the mirror image of Sydney but with her mothers eyes and her mothers hair, as a child she'd more resembled Jack. Her hair had been a dark auburn, which had darkened over the years and she reminded Jack instantly of his younger sister. Leaning against the counter he flipped through them and couldn't help but wonder if Kat had been in his and Sydney's lives all those years, how different things would be. Would her presence have changed him into being a better father to Sydney all those years ago? He considered this as he cleaned up the mess. He usually wasn't one to dwell on the past but these particular thoughts had been bothering him ever since he found out Kat was his daughter. In a perfect world Sydney would have never have grown up without a mother. In a perfect world, Kat would never have been put through the challenges she'd faced. In a perfect world he'd have never been deceived and betrayed by the woman he'd loved. But in a perfect world, if everything had stayed on track and gone the way it was supposed to and Laura was still in their lives, Kat would have never existed and Sydney might never have become the strong, independent and courageous woman that she was today.
The light in his office was still on after he'd cleaned up the mess in the kitchen. Grabbing the medical supplies he would need to change Kat's bandages he knocked lightly on the door before entering.
"What are you doing?" he asked seeing Kat sitting behind his desk, the drawer that he usually kept locked was half-open.
Most people would have looked guilty with their hand caught in the cookie jar, but not Kat. She leaned back in the chair her arms crossed over her chest studying him; challenging him. He met her gaze holding his own.
"You're still in love with her aren't you."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Reviews? Feedback? Likes or dislikes? I'd love to know!
Okay the ending of this chapter sucks but it was getting way too long so I had to chop it in half. But I hope you liked.
Thank you everyone for the reviews. A lot of people have requested some sisterly bonding and I promise its coming up in the next few chapters.
Halycona: Oh it'll end eventually lol. We're around the halfway mark (of course there is a sequel planned. Well if people want one anyways lol)
Anna: Originally I wasn't going to write Kat at medical services but then I had to lol. So just a little tidbit you might find humorous
Chapter Thirty Seven
From the moment she'd entered into their lives, Sydney knew things would never be normal again. Finding out you had a half-sister nearly eighteen years after she'd come into existence was not something one could easily wrap their head around. Finding out four months later that she wasn't your half sister but the product of both your parents was even more difficult to comprehend. Especially when your parents were CIA Agent Extraordinaire, Jack Bristow and #4 on the FBI's most wanted list, Irina Derevko.
Sydney had been going over the files on Rambaldi since mid-afternoon. She'd been overjoyed when they originally determined that Kat was not the woman in Rambaldi's prophecy. Now here she was re-analyzing every piece of data they had on him in an attempt to gain more information on scroll 47, The Contessa and "the key" and her sister was dead smack in the middle of it. Rambaldi had been a constant pain in her ass for the last two years now and it seemed like it would never end.
"Dad?" Sydney looked up seeing her father approach her desk. "Where's Katy?"
"She's fine," Jack sat next to Sydney. "She's with Agent Weiss, he should be returning her shortly."
"Good," Sydney nodded. "Weiss took everything pretty hard, hopefully she can get through to him."
"I believe that was her intent," Jack lightly tapped the report Sydney was reading with his finer. "Have you made any progress?"
"Not yet, no," she pushed the file away in frustration. "Analysis went through everything when we first found Katy to see if she had any connection to Rambaldi and his prophecy. They found nothing. Yet here we are once again."
"I understand your frustration Sydney, but it is too early to determine if your sister even has a connection to Rambaldi," Jack's voice was steady and controlled but Sydney detected his hidden frustration. "It seems more likely that Alexander Khasinau was just using her to pass along the information."
"But what purpose did it serve-"
"We have a lead," Vaughn approached Sydney's desk and handed both Jack and Sydney a file before sitting on the edge of her desk. "Before his death Alexander Khasinau rented a safety deposit box at a high security bank in Cairo. Records show the contents of the box are documents. Hopefully scroll 47. Kendall wants us to go in, plane leaves in a couple hours. Where's Kat?"
"She's-there," Syd nodded in her sisters direction as Kat and Weiss entered the rotunda, both seemingly at ease and she decided they'd settled their differences.
"Hey guys what's up?" Weiss greeted them.
"We're going to Cairo," Vaughn explained.
Jack caught the attention of a passing Agent. "Agent Roberts, can you please see that Miss. Bristow makes it to Medical Services safely and then bring her back here when she's finished."
"Yes Agent Bristow," he nodded and stood off to the side waiting for Kat to follow him which grudgingly she did but not before shooting Jack a dirty look.
"Kendall wants to see us in the conference room," Vaughn stood and walked towards the conference room followed by Sydney and Weiss.
"Agent Weiss," Jack called out. "Could I speak to you for a moment?"
"I'll be right there," Weiss nodded to Vaughn and Sydney and then followed Jack into a corner hallway for privacy.
Jack turned to face Weiss, his arms crossed over his chest and got right to the point. "Is there something going on between you and my daughter Mr. Weiss?"
Weiss opened his mouth but no words came out.
"Need I remind you that she is seventeen-"
"Agent Bristow, are you insinuating that my relationship with Kat is.. unethical?"
Jack didn't say anything but his face told Weiss that was exactly what he was saying.
"I see," he sighed irritatedly. "Agent Bristow, Kat is my friend, a good friend. Nothing more and nothing less than that."
"Good," Jack glanced around and then lowered his voice even more. "On the mission to Spain, when she had that nightmare, what did you do?"
Weiss looked at him blankly. "What do you mean?"
"It was a difficult one," Jack pressed him and Eric could see that he was uncomfortable even asking him. "You held her hand yes, but what else did you do?"
Weiss kept his smile hidden. This was a rather unexpected turn of events. One minute Jack was accusing him of having an inappropriate relationship with Kat and the next he was asking for help in dealing with her nightmares. "I thought she wasn't having them anymore."
"She had one last night, I couldn't help her," Jack admitted gruffly. When Eric still made no move to tell him Jack turned on his heel to walk out of the corridor.
"Jack wait," Weiss stopped him from opening the door and mumbled something barely audible.
"What?" Jack asked crossing his arms over his chest.
Weiss stared at his shoes and quietly repeated his words.
"Agent Weiss would you like to share with the rest of the class?"
"I said I sing to her," he whispered loudly in frustration.
Jack had to hold back the smile that was threatening to pass his lips as he watched Agent Weiss' face begin to turn a brilliant shade of red. "You sing to her?" he repeated slowly.
"Yes," he nearly shouted in exasperation unable to believe that he was actually revealing this to Jack Bristow.
"Anything in particular?" he asked.
"Depends on the nightmare," Weiss sighed. "If it's about her mother, she likes The Beatles. Show tunes for pretty much everything else."
"You know show tunes?" Jack asked incredulously.
"I grew up on them," he explained sheepishly. "Rub her back and sing quietly and it calms her down. Do it long enough and she'll fall right back asleep, maybe even sleep through the night if you stay with her."
Jack nodded and turned to open the door.
"Jack," Weiss stopped him.
"Yes?"
"Somewhere Over The Rainbow."
Jack shot him a questioning look.
"From The Wizard of Oz," he explained. "It's her favorite."
"I see, well thank you," he nodded and left the corridor.
Weiss leaned against the wall and ran a hand through his hair. God help him if Jack Bristow ever told anyone that he could sing.
~ ~ ~
Jack strode through the rotunda and took the stairs down to medical services. How ridiculous was this. Each door he went through slammed shut behind him. As he walked quickly down the long corridor anyone who saw him steered clear, the expression on his face and the set of his jaw told them that he was on the warpath. Jack barreled into Medical Services and found exactly who he was looking for.
"You threatened to stab the med tech?" he said coldly, his voice calm and controlled despite the anger and annoyance he felt.
"He wanted my blood!"
"So?"
"So I don't like people taking my blood and he wouldn't let me do it! He stuck me four times and he wanted to try again. I don't think so!" Kat eyed Jack innocently. "Besides I never threatened him. All I said was that if he came near me again, I'd show him what it was like."
Jack closed his eyes sighing in frustration before turning to the doctor who was changing the bandage on Kat's wounded leg. "Did you get the blood?"
The doctor shook his head obviously annoyed, the girl had scared the poor med-tech to death and it was only his second day on the job.
Jack spotted the sterile syringe on a metal table and picked it up. He straddled the stool and quickly tied an elastic around Kat's upper arm. He tapped her arm lightly seeing the evidence of the techs' previous attempts and found a vein. Cleaning it with an alcohol wipe, he slipped on a pair of rubber gloves before slowly inserting the needle into her arm. She winced as the needle burned into her arm and tried to pull away but Jack gripped her arm tightly holding it in place. He filled several vials before withdrawing it.
"Done."
"I could have done it myself," she said under her breath.
"How much longer?" he asked the doctor.
"She's almost done," the doctor picked up Kat's chart. "Broken toes and fingers, sprained wrist, broken nose, cracked and bruised ribs, bruised kidney, lungs and muscles. Her back should heel nicely though, root canals when the swelling in her mouth goes down and I am worried about her jaw but again we won't know anything until the swelling goes down. She should be off the cane in a week or so, we're just waiting on the x-rays of her face to ensure all the other bones are in place.
"Good," he nodded. "Call me when she's cleared."
Jack turned to exit the cubicle but stopped.
"Katarina?"
"Yes Jack?"
Jack stared at her stone faced. "Be nice!" he ordered.
"Yes Jack."
~ ~ ~
Jack stepped out of the shower and quickly toweled off before pulling on an old pair of sweat pants. Kat had fallen asleep in front of the television and he'd taken that as a sign to take a shower. He began shaving and was nearly finished when the sound of a crash resonated throughout the entire apartment and he nicked himself. He grabbed a gun from its hiding place under the bathroom counter and carefully made his way into the kitchen. Turning the corner, he raised the gun and pointed it at the person in the kitchen.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yes," Kat said angrily.
Jack eyed the broken glasses and dishes surrounding her feet. "What happened?" he asked setting his gun on the counter.
"She happened," Kat angrily kicked a small box towards him sending a spray of glass in his direction. "It was on the front step."
Jack picked up the box by the edges. He didn't even have to guess at who sent it as lining the bottom were old photographs of Kat and Irina.
"Why is she doing this?"
"Irina Derevko always has a motive. She's playing games for your sympathy. Her reasons are always her own, whatever benefits her. Don't move," Jack retrieved his shoes from the hallway closet and slipped them on.
"Well she's not going to get it. She can go to hell for all I care," Kat shouted. "Jack, I'm sorry about the mess,'" she appologized and Jack noted that her hands were still shaking from absaloute fury. "I'll clean it, I don't know what happened, I just got so mad-"
"No, you're not wearing any shoes, just stay put." Jack treaded through the broken glass and ceramic. He reached her and lifted her into his arms and then deposited her in the hallway. "It's late, why don't you go to bed."
Kat nodded. "Could you just get rid of those pictures? Burn them for all I care, I just don't ever want to see them again."
"Sure," he nodded. "Just get some sleep."
Jack waited until she'd retreated into his office, which was currently doubling as her temporary bedroom before he turned and surveyed the mess before him. Every single plate and bowl he owned was currently in shards on the kitchen floor. Ignoring the mess for a moment he picked up the box of photographs and took the top few thumbing through them. There weren't many photographs in the box, and Jack suspected that there were very few pictures of Kat and Irina together in existence at all.
Although Kat was presently the mirror image of Sydney but with her mothers eyes and her mothers hair, as a child she'd more resembled Jack. Her hair had been a dark auburn, which had darkened over the years and she reminded Jack instantly of his younger sister. Leaning against the counter he flipped through them and couldn't help but wonder if Kat had been in his and Sydney's lives all those years, how different things would be. Would her presence have changed him into being a better father to Sydney all those years ago? He considered this as he cleaned up the mess. He usually wasn't one to dwell on the past but these particular thoughts had been bothering him ever since he found out Kat was his daughter. In a perfect world Sydney would have never have grown up without a mother. In a perfect world, Kat would never have been put through the challenges she'd faced. In a perfect world he'd have never been deceived and betrayed by the woman he'd loved. But in a perfect world, if everything had stayed on track and gone the way it was supposed to and Laura was still in their lives, Kat would have never existed and Sydney might never have become the strong, independent and courageous woman that she was today.
The light in his office was still on after he'd cleaned up the mess in the kitchen. Grabbing the medical supplies he would need to change Kat's bandages he knocked lightly on the door before entering.
"What are you doing?" he asked seeing Kat sitting behind his desk, the drawer that he usually kept locked was half-open.
Most people would have looked guilty with their hand caught in the cookie jar, but not Kat. She leaned back in the chair her arms crossed over her chest studying him; challenging him. He met her gaze holding his own.
"You're still in love with her aren't you."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Reviews? Feedback? Likes or dislikes? I'd love to know!
Okay the ending of this chapter sucks but it was getting way too long so I had to chop it in half. But I hope you liked.