This story is set after it is said that Townsend is Zach's father. I still can't believe EDWARD FREAKING TOWNSEND IS ZACH'S DAD! But, anyway I hope you enjoy the story!
Abby sat alone in a cold bedroom, still not accepting the truth. Even eighteen years ago she thought that her and Townsend had a connection, something deeper than friends but maybe she was wrong, maybe there was nothing there after all. But, he still gave that monster of a woman a child and told no one, did he just forget to mention he had a relationship with the woman they were hunting? Or was he too embarrassed to share that information? Whatever Townsend's excuse was, Abby didn't want to hear it, she just wanted to be alone with her thoughts. "How could he do that?" Abby thought to herself. "What was going on in his head to-" Abby's train of thought collapsed when she heard three knocks at the bedroom door. She turned to look and saw Townsend leaning against the door frame.
"What do you want?" Abby almost screamed, she didn't really know why she was mad at him but she definitely felt it.
"I came to check on you, you um... escaped up here and you never came down to eat." Townsend looked genuinely concerned but Abby didn't care she just wanted to know one thing.
"How? How did... it happen?" She felt like crying, she had since everyone found out but she didn't seem to be able to, something was stopping her from breaking down. Townsend walked over and sat down on the bed and bowed his head.
"I was drunk, but I remember it, I-I don't know, just one thing led to another and she was there and she was drunk and I was drunk..." he took Abby's hands into his own and stroked them slowly. "I never wanted anything to happen, I didn't think anything would happen, believe me Abby, I wouldn't have done what I did if I knew, well, Zach."
"You knew. You knew and you didn't tell anyone... you didn't even tell me..." Abby's eyes began to fill with tears but she didn't stop them this time, a single tear rolled down her cheek and Townsend watched it as it fell down to the floor.
"No, I haven't kept anything from you, I didn't know. I had no idea." Abby stood up, anger finally reaching it's breaking point, he was lying, he had to be lying, you don't just forget something like that.
"Stop lying. You," she said, jabbing a finger into his chest, again and again. "you knew that woman eighteen years before! Eighteen whole years Edward! Did you just forget her? Because I don't care what you have to say you do not forget someone like that." Tears were freely flowing now but Abby didn't even seem to notice.
"How was I supposed to know!? It was a drunk one-night-stand, what do you expect me to know every girl I've ever spent a night with? Do I just carry a book around with me and record every single one-night-stand? I didn't know." Townsend looked into Abby's eyes trying to see what she was thinking. But even when she was losing it, she was still one of the best spy's he knew, keeping her thoughts deep inside. He would of smiled if it was not for the current situation. He wanted her to calm down and try to understand what happened but that wasn't going to happen.
"I should have know, I should of seen it before... but I didn't. It seems so obvious now... did you, did you love her?" Abby couldn't help but feel jealous, she thought she knew everything about him. Every strength, every weakness, heck, even his favourite piece of art but, it seems she doesn't actually know him that well.
"What? Of course not." Townsend took a step closer to Abby. "I... I love you and only you, I have for years. I didn't remember until now."
Abby crossed her arms and turned away from Townsend, when she spoke it was almost a whisper. "But she remembered."
"Abby..."
"No, don't "Abby" me!" She shouted, spinning on her heel, arms still crossed. "You know what you did that night, you were just too ashamed to admit it. You knew full well! I bet she told you and you were too scared to do anything. She might be the person who killed Matthew, she captured and tortured Cammie! She had YOUR child, Edward, yours." Abby wiped away her tears and started for the door.
"Abby..." Townsend tried but failed to grab her. "Wait! What do you want me to say? SHE NEVER TOLD ME!"
The conversation stopped with the slamming of the bedroom door.
