A/N
A note for this chapter. The rating is R!!!!! it has some sexual content so
if you're not comfortable reading it, just wait till Part 2.
Hey guys sorry for the long wait! But here it is!!!! But as a bonus if you want to, you can see a fanart I made for the fic. It's posted on my website here but for some reason as I am posting this the site is down but hopefully you are able to view it when this update is posted on fanfic.net. If not, a functioning link will definitely be posted for Chapter Fifty One Part two, to come soon! I hope you like it and please give feedback, it's been dwindling lately and I'd love to hear some new thoughts. Erin
Redemption
Chapter Fifty One—Part One
Jack's eyes never left hers but they were as cold as steel and she felt a shiver run through her spine. "Joshua was adopted at birth. Arvin Sloane made the arrangements and it is impossible to trace Katarina as his birth mother. Very few people know that he is indeed alive. As far as the CIA knows, he died at birth."
Stunned, Irina sat back down on the bed reeling from the affirmation Jack had given her. She was silent; words would not come.
"He's five," Jack resumed his seat beside Irina and took her hand. "His name is Joshua, he was adopted by a couple in Canada. Kat has seen one picture of him and that is all she will ever see, it's already been discussed and she understands that there are no negotiations. For his safety, she can never have any contact with him." Jack shifted his position to face her. "You can not tell anyone of his existence, do you understand?" Jack was harsh with his words.
"Of course I understand Jack." She was annoyed that he would assume he needed to remind her of the danger if The Covenant or any of Irina or even Kat's enemies learned of the child's existence. She looked at him with wide eyes. "I'm a grandmother," she whispered.
Jack hid a smile. "Makes you feel old, but Irina-"
"We're grandparents."
"No," Jack shook his head firmly. "Joshua has parents, and grandparents who love him. It is difficult for Katarina to accept, but he is not her son anymore."
"He's still our family." Irina was adament. "He's her child, our blood."
"He has a family; one that does not include us." Jack's expression softened slightly and he changed the subject knowing he would not be able to change her opinion. "You took a risk coming here."
"I was worried. I am her mother. I had to know if she was alright." Irina stood and walked over to the bookcase where she once again picked up the framed photograph of Kat, Sydney, Weiss and Vaughn.
"I'm relieved that she is safe for now, but the danger she's putting herself in-. With the new prophecy, that danger will increase ten-fold. We've just gotten her back, we can't loose her." Irina's voice wavered slightly as she spoke. "Jack, I knew there was a Rambaldi prophecy about her, but I did not know of the details. And yes it was Alexander Khasinau who told me of the prophecy and that there was a strong possibility that it involved our second daughter." She avoided his harsh gaze and chose to place her concentration on the photograph. "I've spent the last three years trying to find evidence in Rambaldi's other works that Katarina would be named as The Countess, but I couldn't find any solid proof either way. I had no idea that she actually knew where the scroll 47 was or that it would detail her prophecy. I believe she knows more, but what Alexander told her and what she remembers is as much a mystery to me as it is to you."
Irina was close to tears as Jack moved to stand behind her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently. Irina turned and looked at Jack. "We just got her back, we will not lose her. It is not an option," she said fiercely.
"We won't." Jack took her in his arms and held her close. "Katarina is a Bristow. And a Derevko," he added. "Look at how far she has come already." He remained optimistic knowing the person their daughter was now, far better than Irina. "She's a fighter. Her instinct, will and desire to survive is strong. She's taking back her life." He wrapped strong arms around Irina and buried his face in her hair, inhaling the sweet spice of her shampoo. Even after all these years, the scent was the same. He could feel her shoulders shake slightly as she regained her composure and held him tightly, her fingers gravitating to the base of his skull where she played with a wayward curl.
"You are her mother Irina," Jack's voice was deep and throaty in her ear. "She loves you, whether she'll admit it or not. She remembers the relationship you had when she was young. Some day she will understand that what you did was for her protection and she'll forgive, not just our sins, but her own as well."
Irina nodded slightly leaning into his embrace. She froze as his lips brushed against her ear, and then lower. The weight of his body against hers paralyzed her momentarily until his lips placed wet kisses along her neck and then began to suck that spot just below her left ear that he knew would drive her insane.
"Jack, we need to talk," Irina's voice was raspy as she tried to maintain her concentration.
"Later," he groaned moving his lips down her neck, quite intent on devouring every inch of her.
"It's important," she moaned instinctively angling her neck to give him greater access. "There's something I need to tell you."
Jack seized her lips with his own stealing the important words from her breath. She tasted like honey. Honey and scotch. Irina kissed him back with as much force and looped her arms around his neck, holding him close. She slanted her lips over his deepening the kiss and traced his lips with her tongue before plunging inside his mouth. "You need to know--what are you doing?" she murmured pulling away from him to catch her breath.
"Finishing what you started earlier." He pulled her in for another searing kiss and hauled her body close, molding it to his.
"We need to talk," she insisted, her nails scraped his back
"It can wait." His answer was final.
"Not here," Irina groaned in pleasure pressing her body to his. Everything in her was on fire, aching for more of his touch. She felt his hardness against her and instinctively rubbed her pelvis against his.
"Hold on." Jack kissed her hard and his lips never left hers as he guided her across the hall to his own room. His hands roamed her body and settled on her breasts cupping them through the fabric of her blouse.
"Take it off," she pleaded tugging on the buttons of his shirt.
Jack obeyed her command and freed her from the flimsy fabric. His large fingers fumbled with the tiny buttons until frustrated he pulled it apart sending buttons flying in all directions. His shirt soon joined hers in a heap on the floor. He fell to his knees and began placing light butterfly kisses along her stomach as he removed the rest of her clothing. She was beautiful. The years had been kind to her. She looked just as she did more than twenty years before. He pulled away slightly to examine a scar on her stomach that he hadn't seen before. Over the past twenty years, she'd acquired many scars he'd never seen. This one however, looked quite recent. The tissue was still raised and slightly pink but the healing process had clearly begun several months before. It was probably a knife wound but the cut was clean.
"Jack, I need you," Irina's voice was little more than a growl.
He kissed her scar once more and laved it with his tongue, molding his hands to curve of her backside.
"Now!" she said urgently and pulled him to his feet. Her hands made quick work of the rest of his clothes and clumsily they made their way to his bed.
Jack kissed her once more before he pushed her back on to the bed and covered her body with his own. He straddled her waist and his mouth found its way back to her breasts, sucking, biting and teasing her nipples relentlessly.
There was an urgency in both of them. A need that grew with each passing moment and a desire neither would admit to, nor deny. Every touch was fire coursing through Irina's body. It hit every nerve ending in existence and spread a searing heat, so hot it seemed to burn through her skin. Her hands fisted into his hair tugging and pulling as she guided him closer to her. She gazed at him through half lidded eyes. She knew it was wrong to take advantage of the situation, but god help her if for once she wasn't thinking with her head, only with the need and desire his presence brought. It had been too long since they were together. They would talk, but later. The interruption was welcomed and perhaps for Irina—needed. It wasn't his reaction she feared, but the hidden betrayal he would not show.
"Irina?" Jack's voice brought her thoughts back to him.
She said nothing, but smiled and before Jack knew it, she'd flipped him onto his back and took control. Her lips placed wet kisses along his neck and chest. Sucking his pulse point until she'd left her mark, Irina then moved on to his nipples, circling them with her tongue and then rolling the firm nubs between her teeth.
Jack let out a groan of pleasure and tightened his hold on her hair guiding her face up to his. He seized her lips and lifted her hips onto him. Jack caught her gasp with his lips and the two found a familiar rhythm. He couldn't break his gaze from Irina; her eyes were closed and her head thrown back in careless abandon; she was exotic.
There were no words between the two. No words were necessary; none were suitable. There were no declarations of love or forgiveness as they united. They were simply fulfilling a need both had, and that's all they would admit to.
Betrayal was a common thread for the two.
Secrets kept them apart.
Lies prevented forgiveness.
Deception fueled the fire.
Fear kept the façade in motion
And two souls remained forever broken.
Katarina clutched the ruger between both hands. She raised the gun to the target. Her hands were steady despite the nervousness that was creeping up her stomach.
"I'm telling you, she's not going to make it."
"Shut up Drew!" JJ Cruz smacked the other mans shoulder roughly. He crossed his arms over his chest and studied their teammate who was several hundred yards in front of them preparing to fire at the target.
Drew shoved his friend back and scowled, his face contorted into a look of disgust. "She doesn't belong here."
"You're just pissed because she kicked your ass today."
"It wasn't a fair fight-"
"Yeah, because you wouldn't fight her properly."
"She's small, weak," Drew pointed out in his defense. "I could have broken her arm or something."
"She kicked your ass Drew. Admit it. Mandy may be small but she certainly is not weak."
"Screw off JJ." Drew looked through his binoculars as she shots were fired and he could see Kat's target close up. "How the hell did she do that?" he mused.
"Bullseye." JJ grinned looking at her.
"Beginners luck," Drew grumbled.
"She's not a beginner," JJ shook his head in disagreement.
"Damn right she's not." Another recruit Anna Myers sauntered over to the two. She tossed her long blond hair over her shoulder before continuing. "Everything Miss Mandy told us about herself—total lie."
"What are you talking about?" JJ asked skeptically. He didn't trust Anna Myers, there was something about her that made him wary and he felt unease.
"Well for starters, Amanda Scott isn't even her real name and she is no where near the age of 21." Anna grinned, her eyes glinting with the knowledge of juicy gossip. Anna had, had it in for Mandy ever since the younger recruit had arrived-two weeks later than everyone else. Mandy had quickly taken top female rank during many of the training drills and she'd taken that top spot away from Anna.
Drew leaned in to hear better and JJ against his better judgement did the same.
TBC...
Hey guys sorry for the long wait! But here it is!!!! But as a bonus if you want to, you can see a fanart I made for the fic. It's posted on my website here but for some reason as I am posting this the site is down but hopefully you are able to view it when this update is posted on fanfic.net. If not, a functioning link will definitely be posted for Chapter Fifty One Part two, to come soon! I hope you like it and please give feedback, it's been dwindling lately and I'd love to hear some new thoughts. Erin
Redemption
Chapter Fifty One—Part One
Jack's eyes never left hers but they were as cold as steel and she felt a shiver run through her spine. "Joshua was adopted at birth. Arvin Sloane made the arrangements and it is impossible to trace Katarina as his birth mother. Very few people know that he is indeed alive. As far as the CIA knows, he died at birth."
Stunned, Irina sat back down on the bed reeling from the affirmation Jack had given her. She was silent; words would not come.
"He's five," Jack resumed his seat beside Irina and took her hand. "His name is Joshua, he was adopted by a couple in Canada. Kat has seen one picture of him and that is all she will ever see, it's already been discussed and she understands that there are no negotiations. For his safety, she can never have any contact with him." Jack shifted his position to face her. "You can not tell anyone of his existence, do you understand?" Jack was harsh with his words.
"Of course I understand Jack." She was annoyed that he would assume he needed to remind her of the danger if The Covenant or any of Irina or even Kat's enemies learned of the child's existence. She looked at him with wide eyes. "I'm a grandmother," she whispered.
Jack hid a smile. "Makes you feel old, but Irina-"
"We're grandparents."
"No," Jack shook his head firmly. "Joshua has parents, and grandparents who love him. It is difficult for Katarina to accept, but he is not her son anymore."
"He's still our family." Irina was adament. "He's her child, our blood."
"He has a family; one that does not include us." Jack's expression softened slightly and he changed the subject knowing he would not be able to change her opinion. "You took a risk coming here."
"I was worried. I am her mother. I had to know if she was alright." Irina stood and walked over to the bookcase where she once again picked up the framed photograph of Kat, Sydney, Weiss and Vaughn.
"I'm relieved that she is safe for now, but the danger she's putting herself in-. With the new prophecy, that danger will increase ten-fold. We've just gotten her back, we can't loose her." Irina's voice wavered slightly as she spoke. "Jack, I knew there was a Rambaldi prophecy about her, but I did not know of the details. And yes it was Alexander Khasinau who told me of the prophecy and that there was a strong possibility that it involved our second daughter." She avoided his harsh gaze and chose to place her concentration on the photograph. "I've spent the last three years trying to find evidence in Rambaldi's other works that Katarina would be named as The Countess, but I couldn't find any solid proof either way. I had no idea that she actually knew where the scroll 47 was or that it would detail her prophecy. I believe she knows more, but what Alexander told her and what she remembers is as much a mystery to me as it is to you."
Irina was close to tears as Jack moved to stand behind her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently. Irina turned and looked at Jack. "We just got her back, we will not lose her. It is not an option," she said fiercely.
"We won't." Jack took her in his arms and held her close. "Katarina is a Bristow. And a Derevko," he added. "Look at how far she has come already." He remained optimistic knowing the person their daughter was now, far better than Irina. "She's a fighter. Her instinct, will and desire to survive is strong. She's taking back her life." He wrapped strong arms around Irina and buried his face in her hair, inhaling the sweet spice of her shampoo. Even after all these years, the scent was the same. He could feel her shoulders shake slightly as she regained her composure and held him tightly, her fingers gravitating to the base of his skull where she played with a wayward curl.
"You are her mother Irina," Jack's voice was deep and throaty in her ear. "She loves you, whether she'll admit it or not. She remembers the relationship you had when she was young. Some day she will understand that what you did was for her protection and she'll forgive, not just our sins, but her own as well."
Irina nodded slightly leaning into his embrace. She froze as his lips brushed against her ear, and then lower. The weight of his body against hers paralyzed her momentarily until his lips placed wet kisses along her neck and then began to suck that spot just below her left ear that he knew would drive her insane.
"Jack, we need to talk," Irina's voice was raspy as she tried to maintain her concentration.
"Later," he groaned moving his lips down her neck, quite intent on devouring every inch of her.
"It's important," she moaned instinctively angling her neck to give him greater access. "There's something I need to tell you."
Jack seized her lips with his own stealing the important words from her breath. She tasted like honey. Honey and scotch. Irina kissed him back with as much force and looped her arms around his neck, holding him close. She slanted her lips over his deepening the kiss and traced his lips with her tongue before plunging inside his mouth. "You need to know--what are you doing?" she murmured pulling away from him to catch her breath.
"Finishing what you started earlier." He pulled her in for another searing kiss and hauled her body close, molding it to his.
"We need to talk," she insisted, her nails scraped his back
"It can wait." His answer was final.
"Not here," Irina groaned in pleasure pressing her body to his. Everything in her was on fire, aching for more of his touch. She felt his hardness against her and instinctively rubbed her pelvis against his.
"Hold on." Jack kissed her hard and his lips never left hers as he guided her across the hall to his own room. His hands roamed her body and settled on her breasts cupping them through the fabric of her blouse.
"Take it off," she pleaded tugging on the buttons of his shirt.
Jack obeyed her command and freed her from the flimsy fabric. His large fingers fumbled with the tiny buttons until frustrated he pulled it apart sending buttons flying in all directions. His shirt soon joined hers in a heap on the floor. He fell to his knees and began placing light butterfly kisses along her stomach as he removed the rest of her clothing. She was beautiful. The years had been kind to her. She looked just as she did more than twenty years before. He pulled away slightly to examine a scar on her stomach that he hadn't seen before. Over the past twenty years, she'd acquired many scars he'd never seen. This one however, looked quite recent. The tissue was still raised and slightly pink but the healing process had clearly begun several months before. It was probably a knife wound but the cut was clean.
"Jack, I need you," Irina's voice was little more than a growl.
He kissed her scar once more and laved it with his tongue, molding his hands to curve of her backside.
"Now!" she said urgently and pulled him to his feet. Her hands made quick work of the rest of his clothes and clumsily they made their way to his bed.
Jack kissed her once more before he pushed her back on to the bed and covered her body with his own. He straddled her waist and his mouth found its way back to her breasts, sucking, biting and teasing her nipples relentlessly.
There was an urgency in both of them. A need that grew with each passing moment and a desire neither would admit to, nor deny. Every touch was fire coursing through Irina's body. It hit every nerve ending in existence and spread a searing heat, so hot it seemed to burn through her skin. Her hands fisted into his hair tugging and pulling as she guided him closer to her. She gazed at him through half lidded eyes. She knew it was wrong to take advantage of the situation, but god help her if for once she wasn't thinking with her head, only with the need and desire his presence brought. It had been too long since they were together. They would talk, but later. The interruption was welcomed and perhaps for Irina—needed. It wasn't his reaction she feared, but the hidden betrayal he would not show.
"Irina?" Jack's voice brought her thoughts back to him.
She said nothing, but smiled and before Jack knew it, she'd flipped him onto his back and took control. Her lips placed wet kisses along his neck and chest. Sucking his pulse point until she'd left her mark, Irina then moved on to his nipples, circling them with her tongue and then rolling the firm nubs between her teeth.
Jack let out a groan of pleasure and tightened his hold on her hair guiding her face up to his. He seized her lips and lifted her hips onto him. Jack caught her gasp with his lips and the two found a familiar rhythm. He couldn't break his gaze from Irina; her eyes were closed and her head thrown back in careless abandon; she was exotic.
There were no words between the two. No words were necessary; none were suitable. There were no declarations of love or forgiveness as they united. They were simply fulfilling a need both had, and that's all they would admit to.
Betrayal was a common thread for the two.
Secrets kept them apart.
Lies prevented forgiveness.
Deception fueled the fire.
Fear kept the façade in motion
And two souls remained forever broken.
Katarina clutched the ruger between both hands. She raised the gun to the target. Her hands were steady despite the nervousness that was creeping up her stomach.
"I'm telling you, she's not going to make it."
"Shut up Drew!" JJ Cruz smacked the other mans shoulder roughly. He crossed his arms over his chest and studied their teammate who was several hundred yards in front of them preparing to fire at the target.
Drew shoved his friend back and scowled, his face contorted into a look of disgust. "She doesn't belong here."
"You're just pissed because she kicked your ass today."
"It wasn't a fair fight-"
"Yeah, because you wouldn't fight her properly."
"She's small, weak," Drew pointed out in his defense. "I could have broken her arm or something."
"She kicked your ass Drew. Admit it. Mandy may be small but she certainly is not weak."
"Screw off JJ." Drew looked through his binoculars as she shots were fired and he could see Kat's target close up. "How the hell did she do that?" he mused.
"Bullseye." JJ grinned looking at her.
"Beginners luck," Drew grumbled.
"She's not a beginner," JJ shook his head in disagreement.
"Damn right she's not." Another recruit Anna Myers sauntered over to the two. She tossed her long blond hair over her shoulder before continuing. "Everything Miss Mandy told us about herself—total lie."
"What are you talking about?" JJ asked skeptically. He didn't trust Anna Myers, there was something about her that made him wary and he felt unease.
"Well for starters, Amanda Scott isn't even her real name and she is no where near the age of 21." Anna grinned, her eyes glinting with the knowledge of juicy gossip. Anna had, had it in for Mandy ever since the younger recruit had arrived-two weeks later than everyone else. Mandy had quickly taken top female rank during many of the training drills and she'd taken that top spot away from Anna.
Drew leaned in to hear better and JJ against his better judgement did the same.
TBC...