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Jack/Irina; After the Telling

Title: Torn
Author: Me
Rating: PG overall, the last section is R
Disclaimer: Not mine

She sat, waiting. Her arms were crossed as she leaned against the window sill, her chin cradled on top of her hands. Her eyes watched the movement of the city as dusk began to set in. People bustled through the streets, most likely heading home to their families. She sighed and closed her eyes, trying to block out the sounds of the street below.

Her breathing turned ragged and she fought the urge to give in to the memories. It always happened on nights like tonight. The city held many memories, but when the sky was clear and the sun was setting in the distance, she could almost remember a time long ago when she had been happy. She knew she shouldn’t torture herself like this, but it was her way of coping with all that had happened.

She forced herself to move from the window, standing up and pacing the length of the room. Overcome with emotions, she tried to focus on what had to be done. Her daughter had been missing for months, and she hadn’t heard anything about Jack. She knew he was searching for Sydney, but she couldn’t find any trace of him. He had covered his tracks well.

Glancing at the window, she decided that it was late enough to walk through the city. Almost no one would be out there at this hour, and she would be able to get some fresh air and stretch her legs. She hated hiding away in this small excuse for a room, but it was the only way to keep her cover in tact.

Walking out the door, she sighed in relief to see that no one was in the hallway. She didn’t feel like explaining what she was doing leaving at this hour. Looking over her shoulder, she cautiously made her way down to the stairwell. Once she had made it to the front lobby, she found herself exiting through the side door so she wouldn’t draw any unwanted attention.

A light breeze ruffled her hair as she stepped onto the sidewalk. A smile appeared on her face as she drank in the arrangements of the stars above. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the sounds of the crickets chirping around her. It had been years since she had heard the sound, and it strangely soothed her. The sound bought back memories she had long since tried to bury. Shaking her head, she took a deep breath and began to walk along the sidewalk, taking in the sights of the city.

Streetlights were placed every few feet, enough to keep the sidewalk lit, but not enough to make people feel as if they were under a spotlight. There was a couple walking slowly down the opposite sidewalk and Irina felt herself drawn to them. They radiated such happiness.

Silently damning her life, she knew it was useless. She had chosen her path long ago, before she realized the repercussions of what might happen. A wistful smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She had been so vibrant and young, the perfect person for the mission. But she was just like any ordinary person. Feelings and emotions had clouded her judgment and had compromised her with her superiors.

Being forced to leave her family had been the hardest thing she had endured. In the short time she had been married to jack, she had grown to love him. It was easy to fall into the role of Laura Bristow. When Sydney had come along, she had damned her superiors, giving them excuses, trying to buy more time.

But the day had come when she had been forced to return and she was taken to the prison in Kashmir. She hated to remember the time spent there. Even now it was enough to chill her to the bones.

Turning around, she decided that this walk wasn’t helping her very much. The only purpose it had served had been to dredge up old memories. She was, however, glad that she had received another chance to see her daughter. Sydney had grown to be a brilliant young woman, though she had her share of pain.

And Jack. Her feelings for Jack hadn’t changed at all during their separation. She could hide the way she felt on the outside, but inside she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if things had happened differently. It pained her to know that Sydney and Jack were torn apart when she had left them.

Quickening her pace, she hurried back to the hotel, hoping to help herself to something from the mini bar. Maybe a few stiff drinks would be able to help her sleep and forget about the thoughts that haunted her.

Passing once more through the side door, she held her breath as she passed down the halls. Entering the stairwell, she sighed in relief as she got to the third floor without any interruptions. She pulled the key from her pocket and smiled as Room 23 came into view.

Unlocking the door, she let herself in, only to find the last person she expected to see. Trying to collect herself, she glanced warily at the man sitting in the chair by the window. He did not look happy, and she couldn’t really blame him.

Closing the door behind her, she leaned against the back of it, meeting his stare. Silence passed between them before she slowly moved forward. “I don’t know where Sydney is.”

Jack’s gaze hardened even more at her words, but he did not speak. Irina crossed her arms, moving to stand closer. “Sloane was too busy running from the building to mention that he would be going after our daughter. I don’t know any more than you do.”

Jack studied her face, worry lines starting to appear around his eyes. She reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I know I have no reason to ask for this, but trust me. I would never let anything happen to Sydney if I could help it.”
Irina removed her hand, moving to stand beside Jack. His face was a mask of uncertainty and she felt her hopes begin to die.

Jack looked into her eyes, trying to read her expression. She held her breath, waiting for his response. He had no reason to believe her, but she could hope. No matter what he wanted to think about her, she knew the reasons for her actions, even if she couldn’t explain them at the moment.

Jack’s silence began to unnerve her and she moved to stand near the other window. Placing one hand on the sill to steady herself, she allowed her eyes to close for a few brief seconds before turning her gaze on the night sky. “Jack, I’ve spent these last few months searching for our daughter, hoping to find her. I know I’ve betrayed you before, but you have to believe me. I want to find her as much as you do. I just want her to be safe.”

When he finally spoke, she nearly jumped when she realized how close he suddenly was. “If I’m going to believe you, we’ll have to work together. I won’t let you out of my sight this time.” She could feel him standing behind her and she bristled slightly, not knowing what to expect.

She stepped away from the window, trying to distance herself from him. Crossing her arms against her body, she slowly paced the room. “If we’re going to work together, you’ll have to trust me, at least a little.”

Their eyes met and Jack looked away. “I’m not going to make promises. We both know how good you are at keeping them.”

Irina stilled her face hardening. “I didn’t have any choice. I needed to get close to Sloane. We discussed this in-“

Jack cut her off, before she could continue. “Yes, we did, but you neglected to mention the fact that there was a second limo among other things.”

“Jack, be serious. If I had told you about that, Sloane wouldn’t have hesitated to have killed me. He would have known that I was working both sides. The fact that I was working with him allowed me to feed information to our daughter.” Her hands clenched into fists and she struggled to control her breathing. An outburst would only serve to make matters worse.

“Our daughter, who is now missing.” Jack’s words were pointed and he glared, daring her to speak again. He wanted to fight, not listen.

Irina fell silent, knowing that now was not the time to argue with Jack. He was in one of his stubborn moods. Trying to defend herself would do no good. “We will find her.”

Jack didn’t reply, instead moving to a chair near the door. The point was clear, he was going to stay the night to make sure she wasn’t leaving. After a lengthy silence he glanced in her direction. “Until we do, you’re not leaving my side.”

“And after that?” She turned to face him, oddly curious to see what his response would be.

“Sydney and I will live normal lives while you finish out your sentence as an enemy against the United States.” He spoke slowly; making sure each word hit her.

Her breath caught in her throat. It didn’t surprise her that Jack would bring it up, but it hurt her all the same. Forcing herself to look into Jack’s eyes, she spoke calmly. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Walking into the bathroom, she shut the door, leaning heavily against the back of it. Placing her head in her hands she sighed deeply, wondering how she would survive this partnership.
Irina awoke with a pounding headache, stiff and sore. She glanced around and groaned when she realized that she was still in the bathroom. Swearing softly, she stood up and looked into the mirror. Moving to turn the faucet on, she quickly washed her face, letting the cool water wake her.

After drying her face and hands, she used her fingers to gently ease the tangles from her hair before grabbing the brush lying on the countertop. When she was satisfied that her night of poor sleep wasn’t too obvious, she slowly opened the door, hoping that Jack would still be asleep.

Taking a deep breath, she walked to the small dresser to grab fresh clothes. Jack remained still, his eyes closed. When she reached the dresser she almost jumped, startled to hear his voice. “I see you slept well.” Looking into the mirror above the dresser, she was infuriated to see his reflection staring back at her, struggling to hold in a laugh. Sending a glare his way through the mirror, she began to search through the drawers for suitable clothes for the day.

“Be ready in an hour. We have to meet a contact. Dress somewhat fancy.”

Not commenting, she grabbed the first thing she saw before returning to the bathroom to shower and change. Quickly undressing, she stepped under the spray, letting the warm water soothe her frayed nerves.


Looking in the mirror, she critiqued her appearance. Her hair was pulled back, loose curls falling around her face. A low cut top and a knee length skirt would have to do for now. She turned to the side, stepping forward, smirking when she noticed how high the slit went. It was her turn for revenge. Jack wouldn’t know what hit him.

Opening the door, she entered the main room and looked expectantly at Jack. He glanced at her outfit, his gaze lingering. He made no comment, but Irina fought to hide her smile of satisfaction. She walked to the closet and produced a pair of heeled sandals. Sitting on the chair, she leaned forward to strap them on, allowing Jack to see just how low cut the top could become.

Sitting up, she smiled in his direction and stood, walking towards him. Brushing past him, she trailed her hand down his arm as she reached to grab the car keys from his hand. “What’s our cover?”

Jack held the keys out of her reach and sent her a level stare. “We’re just guests. All we have to do is meet the contact in the library.”

“Do I know this contact?”

“I doubt it.” He opened the door, motioning for her to leave the room.

She left the room, brushing past him once more, but he grabbed her arm forcing her to look into this face. “Don’t play games. You’ll pay for it later.”

“Promise?” She ran one hand along his hip before he pushed her away from his body and into the hallway.

He refused to answer her highly charged question. Instead, he closed the door to the hotel room and made his way to the elevator. Once there, he continued to ignore the invitation that hung in the air, electing to jam his finger against the call button. He held his body in check as he waited.

Plan in mind, Irina, taking full advantage of the slit up her side, made her way to stand beside him. The tension between them increasing, she smiled slightly as she stepped into the elevator as it opened. She allowed herself the pleasure of eyeing him and his discomfort as she watched him from over her shoulder

He followed silently, refusing to talk throughout the elevator ride. When the elevator doors opened he grabbed her hand and led her out the front door. She had been prepared, but it was nearly impossible to keep up with him while wearing heels. He led her to a black Lincoln Town car and she rolled her eyes..

“Nice to see some things never change.”

He opened the door for her and she slid into the seat, letting the slit of her skirt slide a little higher. She met his eyes and gave him an innocent smile. He slammed the door shut and she winced as it almost hit her hand.

Jack walked around the front of the car, eyeing her the entire time. He settled into his seat and started the engine before looking at her. “This is the first good lead I’ve had in months. Don’t mess this up.”

“Despite what you may think, Jack, I do care about finding our daughter.” She turned to look out the window, intent on ignoring Jack for the rest of the ride. He slowly backed the car out of the space and she watched as the scenery passed. As they began to approach the city limits, Jack turned onto a narrow road. It looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t quite place where they were yet.

In the distance, she could make out the shape of a lavish house. This seemed all too familiar, but she still couldn’t think of when she had seen it before. Turning to Jack, she quietly asked, “Who is the contact?”

“He’s a snitch for one of the bigger companies that SD-6 had it’s eye on some time ago.”

Irina’s brow rose as she finally realized where and when she had seen this house before. “Do you mean Larry?”

Jack turned to her, confused. “How do you know him?”

“He’s nothing but a con artist. Looking for money wherever he can get it. The chance that he knows anything is slim.”

“It’s better than nothing.” Jack turned up the driveway, and Irina let herself out of the car. Jack waited for her to approach his side before they walked up to the huge house. “Let’s just see what we can find.”

“Give me the keys.”

Jack stilled. “What for?”

“Just trust me. Give me the damn keys. I’m not going anywhere fast in these heels.”

Jack glanced at her warily before he handed over the keys. The keys now in her possession, she walked toward the house, eager to get this over with. She could only hope that Larry has something useful to offer.

Jack stopped her before she reached the porch stairs. “Take the back way.”

She shrugged his hand off of her arm and walked towards the back yard. Taking in the lavish decorations she turned back to Jack. “Just what kind of party is this?”

“Does it really matter? All we need to do is make it to the library without incident.”

Irina sighed in resignation, heading inside the gate the led to the huge back lawn. She grabbed a glass of champagne from a tray that went by and turned around to see if Jack had followed her. She couldn’t find him in the throng of guests and headed towards the house.

One of the men stopped her and she smiled and leaned forward. “Oh, I’m just looking for my husband. He’s seems to have vanished into thin air.”

The man stepped aside and she slowly entered the house. She had a vague recollection of where the library was located and made her way up the staircase to the right. Rounding the corner, she heard Jack’s voice.

“Larry, this better not be a waste of time. I won’t hesitate to turn you in if this is all just a game.”

Irina stood still, surveying the situation from behind the library doors. Jack was pacing in front of the desk and Larry was smiling at him. Larry never was very smart. She stepped inside the library and grinned. “Jack, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

Jack turned and Larry stood up slowly, his smile fading. “Irina?” His voice squeaked slightly and Irina approached Jack.

“Larry, good to see you remember. Now I hope you haven’t led us on a wild goose chase.” She placed her arm around Jack’s, leaning her head against his shoulder.

Jack looked down at her, shocked. “Larry and I go way back, don’t we?” She sent a pointed glance in Larry’s direction and he swallowed nervously.

“Yeah, a long time.” He glanced at Jack. “Why didn’t you tell me you were with her?”

“Would it have made that much of a difference?”

Irina laughed. “Larry knows better than to cross me.” She let go of Jack’s arm, striding towards Larry. “Do you have any real information on Sydney?”

“I…uh…there’s been word that she’s been seen in Italy. Um..Rome. Rome, Italy.” He backed away from Irina, moving towards the window.

“Don’t even think about it, Larry. I’m much quicker.” She held up her glass of champagne, swirling the liquid. Taking a drink, she set the glass on the desk. “If there’s any trouble as we leave, I know where to find you.”

Larry’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “No trouble, no trouble at all. I swear it.”

Irina nodded and smiled brightly. “Just remember Larry, if there’s nothing in Rome, I’ll find you. And neither of us want that, do we?”

Larry shook his head and she smiled again. Turning to Jack she gave him a pointed look and he nodded reluctantly. He started to talk, but shook his head, remaining silent.


“Forget it.” She stopped and waited for him to catch up. Handing him the keys, she watched in silence, wondering what had caused this sudden mood swing. He looked like he wanted to strangle someone, yet they had accomplished their goal.

They reached the back porch and she reached for another glass of champagne, quickly downing it and handing it to a nearby waiter before catching up with Jack again. He glanced at her as he opened his car door. No words passed between them, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very wrong.

She opened her car door, silently sliding into the seat. Before she could even look up, Jack began to fire questions in her direction.

“How do you really know Larry? What was all of that in the office?”

Irina looked up startled. She paused, trying to gauge him, trying to judge if what she'd said had made any impact whatsoever. He was impenetrable, but from what she could judge, there was no inclination to trust. There was only doubt. She shook her head before speaking again. "Jack," she began, carefully choosing her words to make sure she got her point across. "I know what this seems like, but I’m not going to run away this time. I didn’t have a choice the last time, but this is different. I promise you. I know that doesn’t mean anything, but I think I showed that I can be trusted.”

After she stopped speaking, she still watched him. Still there were inklings of doubt, but then in an instant they were washed away, replaced with that impenetrable skin of his. He looked at her, but she had the distinct impression that he was looking through her. "You seem," he replied, his tone cold and hard, “to be forgetting that this is not about you. This is about Sydney, about our daughter, as you seem so keen to remind me of. You say I have no reason to doubt your motives. Are you capable of demonstrating that, without inner dealings, without manipulations? Are you capable of being a mother?"

She could only stare. She was almost grateful that he turned away, taking the opportunity to start the car. The car was blanketed with an uneasy silence during the ride. As he pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, Irina angrily threw her door open and slammed it shut before he had a chance to park. She practically ran to get to the hotel room.

She knew Jack would storm up after her, but she was too angry to care at the moment. Before she could open the door, Jack grabbed her arm. “I thought I said you weren’t suppose to leave my sight?”

“Jack, you can go to hell.” She ripped his arm from hers, getting ready to shout, but he pressed her against the door.

Their mouths met in a desperate kiss. His arms pulled her closer as she struggled to pull away. Somehow the door opened and they tumbled to the floor. She kicked the door shut and struggled to breathe.
Staring at each other warily, she sat up, only to undo her blouse. Pushing Jack to the floor, she grabbed his belt buckle, quickly removing it. His hands were soon throwing the blouse to the floor as he worked to remove her bra. She began to unzip his pants lifting his hips up to shove his them down along with his boxers.

He lifted her skirt up, quickly removing her panties and guiding her hips towards his. She slowly sank on top of him, squeezing her muscles around him. Moving her hips slowly, she began to set the pace. His hands moved to her lower back, urging her to move faster.

She leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of Jack’s body. He began to thrust his hips against hers, nearly throwing her off balance. Looking into his eyes, she began to ride him faster, her breathing turning to gasps of pleasure as one hand began to slowly stroke against her clit.

Her muscles began to contract around him and he pulled her close, rolling her onto her back. He began to thrust into her as she arched against his body. His mouth covered hers as she cried out her release, her legs moving to lock around his waist. He continued to thrust into her towards his own release. Her hands gripped his shoulders as he reached his orgasm. He moved to his side, the two of them lying on the carpet, an awkward silence hanging above them.
*unfinished and don't really plan on finishing...*

Used to like this story, but now I'm sick of writing Alias fic, lol.  I just don't have the energy or the inspiration to even think of finishing it.  Maybe one day...

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