Starting Over Again Backwards

A/N: I know, I know this story has been dead for a long time, but I found myself wanting to write more when I saw a reply in this thread/forum recently. :) So keep them coming!

Just in case you're wondering, I plan on using all of the knowledge that the show has given us since I began this story.

Chapter Four: Who Are You Calling Daddy?

2 years later

Jack Bristow's Apartment

Los Angeles

It had been a week since Sydney had gotten him released from prison. Jack Bristow should have been happy. But something was missing, his family was not yet complete. Jack put down the scotch he was sipping and for the umpteenth time in a week, he picked up the phone. But just when he was about to click the phone on and dial, it rang.

"Bristow," he said clicking talk and putting the phone to his ear.

"Mr. Bristow? This is Chantal, Jade's nanny."

"Is something wrong with Jade? Is she alright?"

"Oh no, it's nothing like that Mr. Bristow. Jade is fine."

"Well then, what can I do for you?"

"Your wife asked me to call you, she had to leave very suddenly on business. But she asked me to call you because she doesn't know when she will be back and thought it would be good for Jade to stay with you while she's gone."

"I would like to see my daughter. Are you in France?"

"Yes."

"I will be there in the morning."

"Very good Mr. Bristow. Jade will be very happy to see you. We'll see you tomorrow then."

"Yes you will. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Jack hung up and allowed a small smile to grace his lips before he stood up and left the apartment. He drove to Sydney's and sat in the car in front of her house for a few minutes. It was now or never, Sydney had to know about Jade. It wasn't right to keep this from her anymore. There was no need and now Sydney needed that extra connection more than ever. Slowly Jack got out of the car and walked up to Sydney's apartment door. After a few minutes, he knocked on the door and waited.

When Sydney opened the door and saw Jack standing there, surprise was etched on her face.

"Dad, what are you doing here?"

"I—How would you like to go on a trip with me?"

"A trip? Now?"

"Why not? We've both been given a few days off."

"Where?"

"France."

Marseilles

France

12 hours later.

"Dad, what are we doing here?" Sydney asked as the car pulled up in front of a large house in a residential area of Marseilles.

"You'll see," Jack replied in his standard very cryptic way.

They both got out of the car and started walking up the walk toward the house. Before they even reached the porch, the door opened revealing a young woman, with long, dark hair in her late 20's.

"Welcome Mr. Bristow," said the woman.

"Thank you Chantal," he said moving into the house with Sydney close behind.

"She's upstairs."

With a nod of acknowledgement Jack headed upstairs and without needing an invitation Sydney followed behind. At the top of the stairs Jack turned left and stopped at the room of the end of the hall. Sydney knew that he must know the place based on the way he moved around. Jack opened the door, and there sitting in the middle of the floor was a little girl. She had long brown hair. She turned as soon as the door opened and Sydney wondered if she was just imagining things. The girl could have been the exact replica of her at that age.

A wide grin spread on the girl's face and she was up in an instant running toward them.

"Daddy!" Jade exclaimed running into Jack's arms.

"Daddy?" Sydney repeated bewildered.

Jack scooped up the little girl and turned to Sydney, "Sydney I'd like you to meet Jade." He hesitated for a brief moment. "She's your sister."