Jack pulled into the motel car park and found a space. He got out of the car and headed for the red van parked opposite.

Irina looked into the back seat at Sydney and smiled. She couldn't believe she had a daughter and a husband who loved her without question. She pulled a blanket from one of the bags and covered her daughter.

Jack approached the window and took the brown envelope from the man inside.

"Thanks Ed. I really appreciate this. Consider us even now and enjoy your life. I know that's what I'm planning."

The man inside the car nodded briefly and wound up the window. Jack headed back to the car and sat in the driver's seat. He opened the package and pulled out three passports, birth certificates and several credit cards and bonds.

Irina took them from him and smiled. "Mr and Mrs Black. I like it."

Irina turned on the radio just in time to hear the end of the news report.

'…all three of the Bristow family were killed in the tragic blaze that is reported to have been started by a pair of curling tongues left turned on…' She turned it off not wanting to alarm Sydney when she awoke.

"So, where do you want to live? I think its safe to say another country?" He leant in and kissed his wife.

"How about Greece? We could buy a small cabin on the beach. Not in the tourist-attracted places, some place private. Then we can raise Sydney in peace." She suggested.

"Greece it is." Jack started the engine and headed for the airport.

After stopping for a few hours sleep near the airport, The Bristow-Blacks walked into the airport. Irina now had long red hair and jack had blonde hair with a moustache. Sydney thought this dressing up was fun as she herself now had blonde hair to match her father. They checked in and boarded the plane to start their new lives.

Epilogue

Sydney walked into the large white building and looked around. Her long Brown hair had blonde streaks in it and her nose sported several sun kissed freckles.

"Mon? Dad?" She shouted as her voice echoed throughout the house.

Jack Bristow, or Jonathon Black as he was now known, stopped kissing his wife as he heard his eldest daughter call them.

"Sydney?" He called back. "We're out on the terrace."

Sydney walked out to greet her parents with a hug.

"Its nice to see you young lady. It's been over three months you know?" Irina, now known as Anita Black asked her newly graduated daughter.

"Oh mom don't be like that. I was travelling. I couldn't check in with you every day. Besides, I'm sure you had enough trouble looking after Isabelle and Daniel to worry about me." She smiled as they heard an ear piercing scream from inside the house.

A young girl ran from the house towards Irina.

"MOMMY! Dan said that Santa only comes to your house to steel little girls and take them back to the north pole to make toys for the little boys. TELL HIM IT'S NOT TRUE." She demanded stamping her foot.

"DANIEL BLACK, GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!" Jack shouted.

A young boy of thirteen came stomping out of the house.

"Why do you always have to upset Belle? She's only five."

Daniel looked at his father and shrugged. "She's just so annoying. She's always around me and when my friends come over, she's always bugging us."

"That's no reason to treat her like that. She's your sister and you need to look after her." Jack patted his son on the back and sent him back into the house.

Isabelle jumped up from her mothers embrace and ran in after him, her brown curls bobbing as she shouted, "Danny, wait for me. What are we going to play now?"

Sydney laughed and sat down next to her parents.

"So what have you been doing while you've been oh so busy to give your parents a call?"

"Well I've got a job at a bank back where I'm staying. It's a really good job and I'm learning tonnes of new skills."

"We're glad to hear that you're doing well honey. Does this mean that you're moving out permanently?" Irina asked as Jack put an arm around her.

"Yes Mom it does but I promise to ring you all the time and visit when I can. I have to get going. I have so much packing to do." Sydney went up to her room and started packing her things. Her mother and father started dinner.

"Oh, Jack. I'm going to miss her so much. It'll be hard without her around." Irina stopped chopping the vegetables and turned to her husband.

"Its ok to miss her. She's your daughter." He stroked her hair down.

"She's going to be in another in the same country, hell the same place that we lived in. Perhaps we should talk her out of it. I mean what if someone sees her and recognises her?" Irina went to leave the kitchen when jack pulled her back.

"Honey, no-one we know will even see her. She'll be in the bank. Even if they did see her, they won't recognise her. She has a different name and looks nothing like her younger self. Most importantly, they believe her to be dead."

"You're right. Lets just give her a brilliant dinner to make her want to come back and visit." She turned back to the chopping board.

As Sydney packed the last of her things, she heard her phone ring. She closed the door and answered.

"Hello?"

"Sydney. Hello. I just wanted to know when you would be coming back to the agency."

"Hello Mr Sloane. I'll be back as soon as possible. My parents decided to cook me a goodbye dinner but after that, I'll be on the first plane back."

"Ok then. When you come back we have a very important mission for you."

"Yes sir. I'll be back by tomorrow." She hung up the phone and went down to dinner thinking that her parents had no idea just what kind of life she now led. Her life was exciting and thrilling. Nothing like theirs. Her mother the local primary school teacher and her father a karate instructer.

They simply had no idea.

Fin

a/n – that's the end for now. There may be a sequel in the works if enough of you want it. Give me some ideas and I'll work on it, though not for a while. Thanks