Prompt #8: Whether near to me or far, it's no matter darling where you are, I think of you – Night and Day (Kevin Kline and John Barrowman)
These days, she has all the time in the world to think. Elena has found what she needs and no longer has any use for Irina. She rarely comes anymore, but when she does there's a part of Irina that wishes Elena would just kill her already. She knows she won't, though. The Derevkos love games, Elena more than anyone, and she tortures Irina just because she can. She's never needed a reason.
Irina knows this. She also knows that as soon as she is able to, she will kill her sister, blood ties be damned. Elena crossed the line first.
So Irina thinks and plots, and every time Elena smiles at her, she imagines putting a bullet between Elena's eyes, the way Jack did to Irina's clone.
Jack.
It shouldn't hurt as much as it does, she thinks. After all she's done to him, why is she surprised he wanted her dead? She told herself years ago that she never loved him; told everyone who asked that she thought he was a fool. (All lies; he's the smartest man she knows, and she could no more stop loving him than stop breathing.)
Everyone except Elena. Her methods of extracting the truth are impossible to resist.
If she ever sees Jack again, Irina thinks, she might put a bullet between his eyes too. (Deep down, she knows she won't. There are a thousand ways she's willing to hurt him, but she won't kill him.)
She imagines the look on his face when she rises from the dead again, because she knows they'll meet somehow; their lives are tied together in so many ways she cannot even begin to unravel.
Now, sitting alone in the dark, she thinks she can finally accept that. She wonders what Jack will say when he realizes this; because he will, eventually. Just because he doesn't believe in destiny, it doesn't mean that Fate will let him get away with choosing his own. Irina thinks she'll tell him this, the next time she sees him.