I have only seen the most recent episode right before Christmas so I know some of these events may not seem to fit. However because I don't know where it's going from there, I'm kind of going to only use pieces from the real episodes that fit and the rest will be a little AU.

Syd's POV:
I wake up and I'm on the couch covered with a blanket.

I squint and my dad is standing there smiling at me, "good morning sweetheart," he looks concerned.

"Hey dad," I sit up slowly.

"Thanks for coming over last night," I still feel weird about calling him, but it was so nice to have someone there, I didn't have any nightmares.

"You slept peacefully," he studied me, "I'm going to the office for a bit, I called you in sick, and will you be alright here?"
"Dad, I'm fine." I don't know what else to say, but I really am grateful to him for staying.

He leaves and I'm still sitting on the couch. I didn't have any bad dreams, but I miss Vaughn. My hand goes to my stomach; it's bigger now, much bigger now that this baby is growing so quickly. Sometimes I wonder about my mothering skills. My own mother didn't leave me with much.

Jack's POV:
I'm sitting at my desk when Rachel walks in, "Mr. Bristow, do you have a minute?" She looks tired, that's the first thing I noticed.

"Sit down," I don't lose my straight face, but I'm curious.

"I was thinking maybe I should move in with Sydney now that the baby's due date is closer. That way she'd have someone around." This young woman is very competent and I know Sydney likes her.

"You'll have to ask Sydney about that," I watch her expression.

"Do you think she'll like the idea," Rachel looks me in the eye.

"I don't pretend to know my daughter as well as you presume I do Ms. Gibson, however I see no issues at the moment," I wait for her to respond.

"Thank you Mr. Bristow," she stands look pale suddenly.

"Are you alright?" I don't move, merely wait for her to answer.

"Just fine thank you," she makes her way out of my office where she is immediately intercepted by Tom.

He quickly places his arm around her waist and escorts her to her desk. I watch curiously as he questions her and she continually shakes her head. Finally she snaps something at him and gets up and walks away.

I walk out and up to him, "Is there something I should be aware of?"

"No Sir, things are fine," he's still watching her.

"Keep me posted on her condition," I request and he shoots me a look.

"You know about it?" He looks shocked, "how did you find out?"
"I have my sources, let me know," I watch him nod and make my way towards the phone to call Sydney.

"Hi daddy," she picks up.

"Sydney, how are you feeling?" I try to sound like a father should.

"Dad I'm fine, really, I've been picking up all morning," she sounds tired.

"Sydney, you need to rest, it's unhealthy for you to be working so hard," I remember treating Irina like glass when she was pregnant with Sydney.

"I'll see later okay dad?" She doesn't want to talk, something's bothering her.

"Okay Sydney," I hung up and made my way to Rachel's seat that she had since returned to.
"Ms. Gibson, I think my daughter would be glad to have company, I think it's a good idea for you to pursue," I don't want her to bring me up in her conversation.

"Thank you Mr. Bristow, I'll call now." She picks up her phone.

About twenty minutes later while I'm trying to trace Sloane's recent movements Rachel walks in, "I'm moving in the day after tomorrow," she looks content.

"Good," I nod curtly and she hesitates, "do you think you could help me get in touch with Dr. Barnett," she looks down.

My alarm bells go off immediately, there were times when I wished Sydney would talk and times when she blackmailed me too, but we both were resistant.

"I'll give her your contact info today," I wait.

"Thank you," she smiles faintly and exits my office.

Later that afternoon I park my car in the garage, it's time to contact my wife.

Using our code she quickly finds me, "how are you?"

"I'm fine, our daughter needs help," I wait.

"What's wrong, is she hurt?" the mother in Irina will never stop worrying about her daughter.

"She's pregnant," I type.

"Oh God, and he's dead," she types back.

I should have known she'd figure it out, that woman is too smart with too many connections.

"I don't know what to tell her Irina," it's hard admitting that.

"You're her father Jack," she responds, "you don't need to provide her with anything other than love; the rest will all become clear."

"Sometimes I feel like I'm blinded by our history and I can't advise her on her own future," weakness is not something I readily admit to and she knows that.

"Jack, this self-doubting doesn't suit you. Sydney loves you Jack and do you know why?"

"I suppose," I know she does.

"Because you never let her down Jack, you never failed her and you can't fail her now. You're all she has and that's enough for her right now. You can't bring him back," she is blunt I'll give her that.

"She doubts her mothering skills," I tell her wondering what she'll say to that.

"Sydney knows who she is, she has no reason too. I'm not a reason Jack, make sure she knows that. I'm her past, this child is her future."

I hate the way Irina was always so wise like this. She was always persistent and consumed later by Rambaldi, but she never lost sight of what she was best at, telling it like she saw it.

"I know she'll be a good mother Irina, I just can't convince her of that," that's the hard part I guess.

"Jack, first time mothers are terrified no matter what. Do you remember the day she was born? I wasn't sure what to do either, my own mother was no role model and neither were my older sisters." She had suffered with them I remember now.

"That's true," I concede.
"Jack, as long as she knows I love her, that I never stopped, she'll be able to let me go."

"I wish you could see her," I wrote, "She's glowing."

"She was glowing form the moment she was born. Jack she has survived having us as her parents," I know she's smiling.

"You're right," I typed back.

"She'll get on with her life," Irina reassured me.

"She's lost the man she loves twice, this time he was so much more to her than before, I barely survived losing you." I hate admitting this to her now.

"She'll live Jack, day by day until the pain lessens," maybe she's speaking from her own feelings.

"I miss you," I confess.

"I'm sorry I can't see her as well, give her my love." she writes.

"Irina, did you know his name wasn't Michael Vaughn?" I don't know where that came from, but I ask it.

She cuts off on me.

That wasn't what I needed to know, but I guess I do. Irina has a role in this.