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Chapter 16
Disclaimer: I do not own ALIAS..don't sue me...this is all from my head based on my love for the show. This goes the same for Jason Bourne from the Bourne series by Robert Ludlum and which ever production company that has rights over it, they are not mine.
Irina remained silent, "How was it that you went down the water with my son beside you and you silently living your life without him with you?"
Still silence.
"Did Aksakov take you in to the Covenant too? Did he pay you? No, I know he stole Jason from you while you were in the water. Which one is it Irina?"
"I was telling the truth Jack, my KGB handler, Aksakov, told me that Jason was dead when we were extracted. They immediately brought me back to Russia within the hour; they did not let me see him." Irina looked him in the eye, "It was the reason I left the KGB."
"For someone so smart, how could you have been so stupid?" Jack said with a disgusted look on his face, telling her without words that he did not believe what she just said, that he believed she sold their child to the devils of society
Irina cringed for the first time in her life and in front of Jack Bristow no less, "I do not know what else to say to make you believe me."
"You're right I don't believe you."
"Then why are you here, if not to ask me how is it that our son is alive."
Jack's expression remained stoic, "I have told you what I came to say as respect to you as a mother, consider it the payment for the help you have done before in finding Sydney. I do not owe you anything anymore." With that he turned to leave.
"Jack, I do not need repayment for protecting our children."
He stopped but did not turn nor say anything, "I did what I had done more than twenty years ago, to protect Sydney and Jason, and to protect you. That is my only reason for doing it. Not for the money or power, not for my country, not for anything else, but just to protect my family."
"You were right before when you said I was a spy first, but stopping to be a spy is possible to do, being a mother can't be stopped, it is forever."
Jack continued to walk out the door, leaving Irina in the cold warehouse, drained from the emotion it took to tell Jack everything she felt for more than 20 years.
A woman wearing a white dress with a scarf across her neck walked straight towards the reception table and with a determined voice asked for Director Dixon.
"I'm sorry ma'am Director Dixon is not scheduled to come in today."
The woman nodded, "then tell who ever is up there that the CIA has a walk in."
The receptionist stood, finally recognizing the face of the woman that is standing in front of her, she looked just like the two other walk-ins they had in the last five years. "Please follow me."
With that she led the woman towards the elevator.
"Oh c'mon is it pick on Weiss day? Stop it." It was lunch which in that incredibly un-hectic day he shares with his friends, which took it upon themselves to tease him for flirting with their server, who has an unmistakable wedding ring on her finger.
Vaughn laughed, "It should be that way, with all the crap you spurt out of your mouth which I sometimes stupidly follow to land me into trouble."
Weiss look offended, "What crap? I was the one who convinced you to take Sydney out in France."
"Which almost got us killed." Sydney pointed out laughing.
Weiss threw a French fry at her, "That's beside the point; he turned his comm. link off. It was not my fault, and you guys had a great time."
"Any kind of great time is great for you as long as it is with a woman." Vaughn answered back.
"Oh do not start with that." Weiss grimaced.
"What? That you have not dated for years?"
Jason choked on his soda, "Man it is worse than I thought, even Marshall has a woman."
Weiss pointed a finger at Jason, "Hey! I know where you sleep. See what you have put into poor Jason's mind?"
This made the three laugh more, "Great, its laugh on Weiss day. It's on the special, soup and pick on Eric Weiss free with any entrée."
Sydney made her laugh suppress into a giggle, and put it upon herself to defend her friend, "Hey Marshall is a great guy, any woman would want to date him."
"Syd, What am I? Chopped liver?"
The three guffawed, "Fine. I will not get a woman for the rest of my life. I'll die a bachelor."
Sydney was first to calm down, "Awww, Eric you will find someone that is going to be perfect for you."
"When? Between talking to you on the comm. link as you save the world from old rich guys seeking world domination? Or while I write a report on a prophecy of a 15th century so-called prophet that helps that aforementioned old rich guys seeking world domination?" Weiss rolled his eyes.