A/N: In honor of the snow that is currently falling outside. I wrote this one shot. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: If I actually owned the series, do you think I'd be writing fanfiction. Key word there is FANfiction. So... please don't sue me oh so wonderful law firms, because I do not own anything but my own ideas. :)
Forgotten
My breath fogs up the air in front of me as I sit here silently. My mind wanders back to the missions I've already completed. Sitting here, alone, in the middle of Russia makes me realize something about spies, we all long to be remembered.
We go into missions with hope in our souls and belief in our hearts; we calculate, distinguish, and process situations before going into them, hoping that we'll change the world. Hoping that someone, anyone really, will realize what we've done and call us heroes.
But what we don't realize is that the ones who are never known, only have the right to be heroes. The ones that go into situations knowing they will die but trying anyway. Those people are the ones who say good bye to their loved ones and don't hear from them ever again; they go so far deep undercover that they don't have the luxury of check in calls, or handlers. They die alone, with no one calling their name.
In the end, spies don't want to be heroes, they actually want to be idols. They want to be people who are looked up to and cherished. Because spies don't really fear death, no, they fear being forgotten. They fear just being one more snowflake in a snowfall.
A/N: Yes, I know it's horrible but please review anyway? Pretty please?