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non_horationTitle: Identity
Fandom: Alias
Disclaimer: I don't own Alias, it belongs to JJ Abrams.
Spoilers: Um, season 1, I guess.
Pairings: none
Summary: Irina prepares to go to America
Rating: PG
"You of course would not be my first choice for such a mission, but given the circumstances I am unable to send another."
He smiles at her, feral, and she moves quickly to imitate the gesture, hiding her disappointment. Cuvee is not a man to be crossed in any way, and she knows from experience that it does her no good to refuse him. She has been training for missions in America, of course, but the idea of something so domestic in nature, something right out of a bad spy novel ... she is better than that.
"It is fine," she replies in accented Russian, "I will do whatever my country needs. I may be inexperienced, but I can handle it." Months of training have actually made her more comfortable in English than in her own native language. She even thinks in English now, and she's heard reports that she speaks English in her sleep. Is this really doing Mother Russia's work, she wonders, if it makes her lose everything that makes her a part of her people? She has become one of them, the enemy, in order to better infiltrate their defenses, but she sometimes feels as if she's losing her own identity.
He laughs, turning to get a folder off the table. Opening the folder, he shows her a sheaf of papers, likely a psych profile of her target, and the target's photograph. She looks under it for the name -- Why should she care about the name? It's not as if it matters, but she can't help herself. Jonathan "Jack" Bristow. He seems nice enough looking in the picture, and young. She had been worried that the KGB would send her to seduce some horribly bloated old man with money. At least she would have a pleasant time during her sojourn in America.
If Cuvee notices her staring at the photograph, he doesn't mention it, although he gives her a smile as if he can read her mind which makes her slam up her defenses and school her features to be completely blank. He closes the folder and passes her another one, saying, "And here's your identity, papers, passport, everything you'll need. Remember, once you leave this room, Irina Derevko is dead."
She nods seriously. "I remember."
This is her first real mission, and to have it be on something as important as this American spy project is thrilling, but also a bit frightening. She knows she should feel honoured, but all that she really feels is nervous worry, and grief that she will probably never see her parents again.
She looks at the drivers' license with her photograph on it, and thinks of the facts they taught her about her alias's childhood in America. No, not her alias anymore. Her.
Irina is dead. This woman's name is Laura.
Fandom: Alias
Disclaimer: I don't own Alias, it belongs to JJ Abrams.
Spoilers: Um, season 1, I guess.
Pairings: none
Summary: Irina prepares to go to America
Rating: PG
"You of course would not be my first choice for such a mission, but given the circumstances I am unable to send another."
He smiles at her, feral, and she moves quickly to imitate the gesture, hiding her disappointment. Cuvee is not a man to be crossed in any way, and she knows from experience that it does her no good to refuse him. She has been training for missions in America, of course, but the idea of something so domestic in nature, something right out of a bad spy novel ... she is better than that.
"It is fine," she replies in accented Russian, "I will do whatever my country needs. I may be inexperienced, but I can handle it." Months of training have actually made her more comfortable in English than in her own native language. She even thinks in English now, and she's heard reports that she speaks English in her sleep. Is this really doing Mother Russia's work, she wonders, if it makes her lose everything that makes her a part of her people? She has become one of them, the enemy, in order to better infiltrate their defenses, but she sometimes feels as if she's losing her own identity.
He laughs, turning to get a folder off the table. Opening the folder, he shows her a sheaf of papers, likely a psych profile of her target, and the target's photograph. She looks under it for the name -- Why should she care about the name? It's not as if it matters, but she can't help herself. Jonathan "Jack" Bristow. He seems nice enough looking in the picture, and young. She had been worried that the KGB would send her to seduce some horribly bloated old man with money. At least she would have a pleasant time during her sojourn in America.
If Cuvee notices her staring at the photograph, he doesn't mention it, although he gives her a smile as if he can read her mind which makes her slam up her defenses and school her features to be completely blank. He closes the folder and passes her another one, saying, "And here's your identity, papers, passport, everything you'll need. Remember, once you leave this room, Irina Derevko is dead."
She nods seriously. "I remember."
This is her first real mission, and to have it be on something as important as this American spy project is thrilling, but also a bit frightening. She knows she should feel honoured, but all that she really feels is nervous worry, and grief that she will probably never see her parents again.
She looks at the drivers' license with her photograph on it, and thinks of the facts they taught her about her alias's childhood in America. No, not her alias anymore. Her.
Irina is dead. This woman's name is Laura.
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Date: 2005-10-24 03:42 am (UTC)I really liked this, Tess, because it's true to Irina, and being assigned to Jack rather than someone old and nasty is much, much better. And that's even before the hopelessly devoted-ness that transpires later.
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Date: 2005-10-24 05:02 am (UTC)And hee, she's thinking at least it wasn't that slobby guy from Phase One. :P