(A/N: This is my first Alias fic, this is set between 3.17 and 3.22. A therapy fic for S/V shippers)
HOPE BY: OCNUT
All the memories come to the surface when you see something, like when she watches the Kings with Eric, she remembers his undying devotion to the team even though most of the time they sucked. When she watches the Zambodi clear the ice, she remembers coming home from one of the games and saying that the Zambodi was her favorite part. Later she told him she had lied that coming home with him after the game was her favorite part. Everyday things triggers her memories, like when she goes for a jog she remembers the way it felt to have him running next to her at 6 in the morning. They would go running even if they had just returned from a mission because it made them feel like a normal couple. From time to time she would find herself opening the middle drawer, she knew that every time she did this that her heart wished that she would see his boxers, shirts, and ties. but all she is met with is the harsh reality of a empty brown drawer. She did the same thing with her closet hoping to see his suits next to hers but she just saw an empty space. like the one that was in her heart were his love used to be. She knows that she still loves him, and after the conversation on the plane she still has hope that he feels the same way. Hope that the middle drawer and closet will once again be filled with his things. hope that they will finally make it to Santa-Barbara. She hopes that he will make a phone call from Eric's couch. She lies down every night hoping to wake up with him next to her like it had been 3 years ago. She clings to the hope that one day she will claim the man and life that was stolen from her all those years ago.
(A/N2: RR IF YOU LIKE, IF YOU DON'T YOU CAN STILL RR)