Summary: Irina is called back to the KGB, forcing her to leave Jack and Sydney. But she couldn't leave her family behind, so Sydney came along. The KGB, unknowning of the fact that Irinia took Sydney with her, gives Irina a child to train, to get her thoughts off Jack and Sydney.

Pairing: S/S of course.

Disclaimer: No point in putting it up, cause everyone knows! YAYAYAYA!

A/N: I'll put something up later.

Chappy 1: Tomorrow

I can't leave everything I have behind. I have to take something. I must!

"Mommy, mommy, can we go to the park?"

Mommy. I am a mother. A mother doesn't leave her family, a mother shouldn't have to. A mother shouldn't be an undercover KGB agent either.

"Sure." I replied.

"Yay!"

I followed her as she ran gleefully ahead of me into the park. I would have to leave her. Sydney and Jack, the only people in my life that actually matter, the people that I have been loved by and the people that I have loved back.


My dear child, I am so sorry.

I feel on my knees started to cry.

"Mommy, mommy, why are you crying?"

She had ran to me, and was now crouching in front of me, her face full of concern.

Oh, my baby! What am I going to do without you? My dear child, my little bundle of joy. She shouldn't have to be going through this. She shouldn't. Why? Why? WHY? Why God did you give my this wonderful family, only to take my away from it? I can't leave them. I can't hurt them. I love them! I can't leave them. I can't hurt them both. I just can't.

"Mommy, don't cry."

"Sydney, would you promise to always remember mommy? No matter where she goes?"

"Yes! Of course! How could I forget about my mommy? I promise to always remember you and to take care of you, and to always be with you." She stated proudly. "Because if I didn't, mommy would be all alone, because daddy is always working and flying around."

"Oh Sydney!" I exclaimed softly.

I hugged her tightly. "Sydney, Sydney..." I murmured repeatedly.

"Mommy, why are you so sad? I promise you that I will follow you wherever you go. I will always be with you." She extended her pinky.

She cannot follow me everywhere. No one can. I cannot drag her into this life. A life filled with hatred, anger and revenge. I cannot do this to her. She is so innocent.

She looked expectantly at me, waiting for me to complete her promise.

I extended my pinky, and smiled.

Sydney. My little bundle of joy. What am I going to do?


"I promise that I will always be there for you. I may not always be with you physically, but I will always be there with you." I whispered to her, looking into her brown eyes. I hugged her and cried silently.

"Okay! Now play with me." I nodded, and allowed her to drag me into the playground.

My baby. What am I going to do without you? Her face was flawless, portraying innocence and beauty. I have never wanted to hurt you, my baby. I love you. I do. I'm so sorry. I love you. I do. I really do.

She laughed and dragged me to the slide, telling me to wait for her at the bottom. We raced across the playground, and ended up in the sandpit making sand castles. She laughed and threw sand in the air. She danced around and told me to dance with her, and I obeyed. I didn't have the heart to do otherwise. I would be leaving in the morning, and never coming back. Flashback

"Irina, we no longer need you as an undercover agent. You will be extracted in a week. We have your faked death all planned out. Everything is ready."

Everything is ready. We have your faked death all planned out. I am leaving them. But I did not feel the joy that I had expected. I am leaving them. Both of them, my little bundle of joy, and my sweetie pie. How can I?


"I can stay longer. I am fine, really. You sure you don't need me to stay any longer?"

"You are not getting attached are you?"

Hell! This is my daughter! My very own flesh and blood! My husband! Who has cared for me as if I was really his wife! He loves me! And I love him! Hell I love them! I love them. I am attached to them. I can't leave them. You can't make me! You can't take me away from them! You can't take them away from me! You can't! I won't let you...


"No, of course not!" I couldn't seem to get the right words out of my mouth.

"Good, you will be extracted in a week. You will leave before Jack Bristow gets out of bed. A vial of sedatives will be delivered to your house tomorrow. You know what to do. Wait for us in the normal spot." He hung up.

I was leaving them.


End Flashback.

My dear baby, my sweet child. My little bundle of joy. Why do I have to leave you? Why? Why can't we have been another type of family? One without agents. One without the blood of super spies running through our veins. Why Lord? Why God? Why must this happen?


Sydney yawned.

"Mommy, I am tired. Can we go home now?"

"Of course sweetie." I picked her up, and carried her home as she slept on my shoulders.

This is the last time I will be able to do this. The last time that I will be able to carry her as my own daughter, my own sweetie, my own baby. Oh! Why is life so?

I had to leave her tomorrow.


"Mommy," She murmured, "my mommy loves me, she would never leave me. She promised me. She pinky promised me. She would take me with her." My baby. I'm so sorry. I am so sorry. I will still always be there for you.

I laid her down on her bed.

"I love you Sydney." I kissed her forehead.

"I love you too, mommy." I bit my lip to prevent my tears from spilling out again.

Sydney, my dearest Sydney, my bundle of joy, must I leave you?


I stood at the door of her room. She looked so happy and innocent. My sweet baby. You didn't have to go through such pain. You didn't.

I went downstairs and made some coffee. I sat down on the living room couch, and fell asleep.

"Laura?"

I opened my eyes. "Jack." I murmured softly.

Why am I so tired?

He lifted me up in his arms and carried me to our bed. "I'll be right back." I nodded. A few minutes later, I felt someone climb into the bed. I opened my eyes. "Jack?"

"Yes darling?"

"Nothing." I snuggled closer.

"Jack?"

"Mmm?"

"Can you hold me?" I whispered.

"Laura what's wrong?" He pulled me close and hugged me tightly. I wept on his shoulder.

"Laura, tell me what's wrong." He lifted my chin up and kissed me gently.

"Laura."

I snobbed and shook my head.

"Laura, you know you can trust me."

I still shook my head.

"Oh Laura." He murmured into my hair.

Oh Jack, I love you Jack. My sweetie pie. Jack. I love you. I really don't want to leave. But I have to- tomorrow. It's too late to ask the CIA for help. I love you.

I was leaving them. Tomorrow