Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.

Note; Oh hey, thanks to everyone that reviewed here's chap 7.

Note 2; PLEASE READ/REVIEW/CRITICISE, it's much appreciated.

Chapter Seven- Truths and lies

WAREHOUSE, SOMEWHERE IN LOS ANGELES

The front of the warehouse opened and in stepped a woman he never thought he would see again, Laura.

"Hello Jack, long time no see." Laura told him, as soon as he heard her voice he was confused. Laura was stood in front of him, his Laura, the Laura that had died sixteen years ago along with their seven year old little girl. It had took so much out of him losing his family all in one go. It took great effort for him to continue, it took hours for him to get dressed, eat and get ready for work. The CIA had to give him six months compassionate leave, 2 years of psych evaluations from Barnett and now what? His dead wife was stood right before him as if nothing had happened. What had happened? Was she a hallucination? Had 'the associate' given him a drug? If she had he was mistaken in thinking she was just an ammature, because seeing this would upset the best of agents.

"Oh come on Jack haven't you got anything to say to your long lost dead wife? It's been what seventeen years and you have nothing you want to say to me?" The woman that looked incredibly like Laura asked. He blinked hoping that it would remove the horrible trick that was being played on him.

"Sixteen." He corrected, it seemed she miss heard him.

"Excuse me?" She asked looking a little confused. His voice had come out raspy, he mouth was awfully dry.

"It's been sixteen years since Laura and my daughter passed away. You are not her." He stated simply, this made the woman smile which sent a shiver down his spine. She looked just like Laura did when she thought she had the better of him, she would suddenly smile like that in the middle of the argument and that would always be the moment he knew she had won. "I must have been given something." He stated more for his own benefit than the three people that were in the room. There was the woman from earlier (that he still didn't know the name of), Laura's double and someone he surprisingly recognised, Mackenas Cole.

"Julia, the old fool has croaked it." Mackenas Cole said smirking and looking over to the younger woman. Julia, just smiled and shot him in the shoulder. He dropped the case he was carrying and looked shocked. Jack looked at his shoulder, it was a tranquilliser, Cole would be out in a couple of seconds.

"Jack whether or not you believe I am real is up to you, frankly I don't have time. Julia put Cole in the jeep, wait in the car for me I want to talk to my husband." She said and with surprising strength Julia, as he had learned to call her, lifted Cole out of the warehouse. "Jack, I was called Laura Bristow, it was an alias. I'm really called Irina Derevko, my sisters have told me that you have had the pleasure of meeting them, Elena and Katya. I was recruited into the KGB and my first assigment was to move to America and marry a CIA agent chosen for me by my superiors. You were that agent, as you were working on 'Project Christmas'. Then sixteen years ago I was extracted." She paused, he assumed to let the information to sink in. Somehow looking at Laura, no Irina, he could tell every word she told him was true. He couldn't explain how he knew but she was telling him the truth.

"So, you are called Irina." He waited for her to nod. Every second passing making the anger in him rising near boiling point. When she finally nodded he continued. "Well then Irina," He spat with extra emphasis on her name, "you decided just to follow orders blindly. Sydney was the problem though right? So you killed her. They found her body, my little girls' face was so messed up because of the rocks in the river it hardly looked like her at all. I had to identify her, while you got to go and live in a condo by the beach. I will kill you when i catch up with you, for Sydney." He said and looked at his feet, making sure she got the message that he didn't want to hear what she had to say. Surprisingly, she got the message picked off a key and chucked it at his feet knowing he would eventually get out. Just before she left she turned around and stared at him for a moment.

"Just remember this Jack, truth takes time." And with that left, a few moments later the jeep started and left.

Sydneys feelings were in turmoil. Her father, her own father that she had wanted to meet for sixteen years had captured her on a simple recovery mission. Then he had met her mother. What had she told him? Did he know about her? She had a million questions going through her mind and only one source for the answers (one that was keeping her mouth shut), and that was her mother.

After speaking alone with Jack her mother had come and sit in the jeep in complete silence and had not said one word to her. This just made Sydney more and more frustrated as the seconds ticked by. She so deperately wanted to know what had been said and whether or not her father, for the first time in sixteen years, knew that his only daughter was alive.

What had surprised Sydney the most was that Jack, her father, had known exactly how many years they had all been seperated and her mother had not. Although, when she thought about it she made the conclusion that it wasn't that much of a surprise. He had had sixteen years to miss his only family, his daughter and wife. Sixteen years to cry for them, live for them and most of all miss them. Sydney knew what missing someone was like, since she was a little girl she had missed her father dearly. So much that sometimes at night when she knew her mother was no where close enough to hear, she would cry herself to sleep. She would never show this weakness to her mother though, she no doubt would concuct a way to make sure it never happened. Sydney wanted the tears, she wanted to feel the pain, she needed it to remind her of what she missed out on as a child. Her father.

"What are you thinking about?" Her mothers' voice made her jump a litte, she had been so caught up in her own musings that she had not noticed her mother staring at her from the opposite side of the four by four. Sydney thought about her answer.

"My father." She answered. She saw the shock pass through her mothers' eyes quickly, and then it was as if it was never there. If Sydney was a stranger she would have thought she had imagined it but she knew her mother far better than that. Sydney knew that her mother would have expected a made up answer, Sydney was hardly ever open about her thoughts unless she offered them. Then discussing and thinking about her father was another matter, she never discussed him or let her mother know she was thinking about him, which was quite often, but Sydney decided today was aloud, after all she had just met him for one of the first times in sixteen years today.

"What about him?" Irina asked, Sydney noted that her mothers' shoulders had tensed just like her own had when she had answered.

"What did you tell him? Does he believe you? Does he know that i am alive?" She blurted out, she only let her questions out as she had been invited to question her.

"I told him that i was KGB, I didn't mention you, he thinks I killed you. It seems that the KGB planted a childs body, he thought it was you. And as usual someone threatened my life. You know i wouldn't be angry if you wanted to tell him. There are ways that you could keep in contact all you have to do is ask me?" A million thoughts ran through Sydneys' mind as the words escaped her mothers mind. The most prominent being; 'Will he want to know me?'. Due to fear of not knowing the answer before hand she nodded her declination. Her mother smiled at her, but not her usual victorious smile but rather one Sydney had only ever seen once before, one that was extremely rare. One of disappointment. Her mother was disappointed that she would not contact her father, then the only question that stood out was; 'Why?'.

Jack sat back in the chair after several minutes of fidgeting trying to reach the keys that were merely centimeters out of his grasp. He decided to sit and wait for someone to arrive, he had decided that at some point someone would find him or rather realise he was missing and then activate the transmitter in his watch on his left wrist. Although it was a nice watch it was rather standard.

'If Laura saw it she would be...' he thought then corrected himself. 'Laura was never real.' he thought glumly.

That woman, Julia was her name, had awoken something in him. Suddenly he found himself trying to place her. He had seen her somewhere before, he knew he had. As he was a CIA agent he decided to always rely on his insticts. Then in dawned on him, the bank with the woman that had took out the gunmen on her own while he and the police officials just stood on the barracks and watched. Her excuse was that she had taken selfdefence classes, he remembered thinking that they must have been some self defence classes because they were some serious moves.

THE IA, LA OFFICE

While her mother was in her own office making calls she found herself calling one number. Her mole inside the CIA, Julian Sark. She and him had met through Simon on a job six years ago, at one stage they had dated and Simon had become very jealous, for some reason Simon thought they were meant to be. 'Come on answer.' She thought.

"Hello this is Sark." He answered in his ever smooth British accent that made her knees weak.

"Hey it's me. I need a favour, I just had a run in with Jack Bristow i need you to find him, i'll set up the paper work so it looked like the airport contacted you telling you there was some extra activity at hangar 3, got that. Good. Do this good and we can have dinner sometime soon." She told him and hung up. Julian didn't even know that she was 'the associate', she had wanted to tell him but her mother told her not too. She wasn't even sure if Simon knew of her secret identity. She hoped that Julian wouldn't find out from anyone other than her, it might break apart their friendship.

TBC...

So, what did you think? please REVIEW/CRITICISE. Thanks.

Note; i'll try to update soon but i got school, see ya.