Disclaimers: I do not own James Bond or Alec Trevelyan.
A/N: This is my second one-shot. This is by itself although it will relate to my other one-shot which concerns Michael Stone.
Missing Alec
Lauren missed him. She missed the way he would talk about the stars in the sky and the constellations that they formed. She missed his emerald eyes, dirty blonde hair, and pale yet colored face. She missed the nights when he would hold her and hum lullabies. She missed his soft lips and the passionate and gentle kisses they gave her. She missed the way he would play with her hair. She missed the teasing they gave each other. But if there was one thing she missed most it was the pop-ups. The pop-ups were so special to the both of them. She missed being in a new city in a familiar country being surprised and unsurprised at seeing him pop-up out from nowhere. She missed the presence she felt before he would do it. She missed him.
"Where will I pop-up next time?" he once asked her as he kissed her neck.
She had smiled. "I'll be in Istanbul," she had replied as he took her lips.
The kiss was simple. There was no tongue but it was perfect all the same.
"Hmm, Istanbul," he had said even though he was still deep in kissing her. "I think I will like Istanbul."
She missed him. She missed the way he would make her laugh at the littlest things. She missed his laugh. It was playful and childlike. She missed the way his eyes would shine and sparkle when he's joking. She missed the times when he would feign hurt and condemn her for making it so. Lauren missed him.
"You will return?" she had said hopefully; her brown eyes staring deep into his green ones.
"Why do you say that as if I won't?" he asked but kissed her hard. "Of course, I always return."
But he didn't. He didn't return. She waited for him in that city. She waited for him for six months before she got a letter. It was a letter from a friend in Russia. When she read that letter she didn't want to believe it. But it could be true. It was true. He had died while on his mission. He was dead.
She had cried for so long. She cried and she cried. She could no longer sleep. She was depressed. She was alone. She screamed his name every single day and moaned his name every single night.
For a year and a half she was lost without him. She was a ghost who ate, napped, and walked. But she did not live. Her spirit had died with him.
"You're my sister. I love you. You need to come back to us. I don't know who that man was but I know you can live without him!" her brother had said.
And she did live. She was living. But living without him was hard. Living without the man that gave her the most joy in the world was painful. But she listened. She listened to her brother and lived. But that didn't stop the pain. It did not stop the memories.
It did not stop her missing Alec Trevelyan.