Disclaimer These characters DO NOT belong to me. They just happen to belong to JJ Abrams, Bad Robot and ABC. However, I they did belong to me, Alias would be a sucky sappy soap opera with too many people talking about their feelings.
A/N: I'm really not sure how I got this idea, but You never know what I'll come up with when I'm insanely bored. You should see some of my poems that I right when I'm really bored. Lets just say they're very interesting. Also, this is a shorter chapter that I felt the urge to write right now and get it out there to see what people think while I continue with my longer chapters.
I sat at the coffee table, a large bundle of letters sitting in front of me. My curiosity begged me to rip open the letters and soak up the words and the go yell at my husband for, well, whatever these letters are. Then there was my fear. My fear told me to put the letters away and just not ever read and never find out what it was. Inside those letters could be the key to whatever the hell was wrong with our relationship, and my reading them would send us into a tailspin downwards into a pit of divorce and broken hearts. Or maybe, just one broken heart.
I was never supposed to fall in love with Michael Vaughn. He was only an assignment, another step towards being the big boss, the leader. But then I met him, and at first I only sort of pitied him. I mean, he was trading in one drama for the next. Of course he didn't intend to. He only thought he was getting over his dead spy girlfriend and becoming a normal person again. And he was. He was just dating, then in a relationship with, then engaged to and eventually married to me. The traitor.
I used to always tell myself that I wasn't really a traitor because I really did love him. Which is true, I am in love with my husband. In a normal situation, that would be very good news. Normal people are usually very content being in love with their spouse. Usually the troubles start if you don't love your spouse. But that's the thing about me- I was never very normal. But one day I woke up and realised, that by loving Michael, it made me more of a traitor than anything ever could. I love him, and I play him in every single way possible. To be a traitor, there has to be something to betray. Every single day, I go to work and find new ways betray my love for Michael.
So, no matter what the letters say, whether they say that he never loved me at all or that he was always in contact with Sydney and married me to "keep up appearances" and doesn't give a crap about my feelings, it will probably never be as awful as what I did to him. I took another long stare at the pile of letters.
Julia Thorne was never supposed to be a problem for me. She was just another body on our side, the only difference was she was once one of those damn good guys. But that had nothing to do with Me or my life at the time. But the one day Julia disappeared and Sydney Bristow came back from the dead. I used to think that the day Sydney reappeared something changed in Michael. I recently gave it some more thought. About two weeks before she came back it was like something had woken up inside him. He became sweeter and cheerier and more loving and I soaked up every moment of it. I completely turned off Little Miss Evil Spy Lauren and turned into the hopeless romantic who loved sappy movies Lauren that I used to be before I realised what my mother had planned for my life. It was actually the day Sydney appeared in Hong Kong that Michael changed back into his old self. He still loved me (at least I'm pretty sure) but the sweetness dropped to an almost clipped level and his cheeriness turned to stress. I wanted to help him. I needed to really help him get over Sydney, to save our relationship. I constantly have an awful pit in my stomach which tells me I failed to do that.
My fingers began to move before me and they picked up the first letter and opened the envelope.
A/N: So that was the first chapter. I don't like it so much, but I tried, and that's what counts isn't it? Seeya.
A/N: I'm really not sure how I got this idea, but You never know what I'll come up with when I'm insanely bored. You should see some of my poems that I right when I'm really bored. Lets just say they're very interesting. Also, this is a shorter chapter that I felt the urge to write right now and get it out there to see what people think while I continue with my longer chapters.
I sat at the coffee table, a large bundle of letters sitting in front of me. My curiosity begged me to rip open the letters and soak up the words and the go yell at my husband for, well, whatever these letters are. Then there was my fear. My fear told me to put the letters away and just not ever read and never find out what it was. Inside those letters could be the key to whatever the hell was wrong with our relationship, and my reading them would send us into a tailspin downwards into a pit of divorce and broken hearts. Or maybe, just one broken heart.
I was never supposed to fall in love with Michael Vaughn. He was only an assignment, another step towards being the big boss, the leader. But then I met him, and at first I only sort of pitied him. I mean, he was trading in one drama for the next. Of course he didn't intend to. He only thought he was getting over his dead spy girlfriend and becoming a normal person again. And he was. He was just dating, then in a relationship with, then engaged to and eventually married to me. The traitor.
I used to always tell myself that I wasn't really a traitor because I really did love him. Which is true, I am in love with my husband. In a normal situation, that would be very good news. Normal people are usually very content being in love with their spouse. Usually the troubles start if you don't love your spouse. But that's the thing about me- I was never very normal. But one day I woke up and realised, that by loving Michael, it made me more of a traitor than anything ever could. I love him, and I play him in every single way possible. To be a traitor, there has to be something to betray. Every single day, I go to work and find new ways betray my love for Michael.
So, no matter what the letters say, whether they say that he never loved me at all or that he was always in contact with Sydney and married me to "keep up appearances" and doesn't give a crap about my feelings, it will probably never be as awful as what I did to him. I took another long stare at the pile of letters.
Julia Thorne was never supposed to be a problem for me. She was just another body on our side, the only difference was she was once one of those damn good guys. But that had nothing to do with Me or my life at the time. But the one day Julia disappeared and Sydney Bristow came back from the dead. I used to think that the day Sydney reappeared something changed in Michael. I recently gave it some more thought. About two weeks before she came back it was like something had woken up inside him. He became sweeter and cheerier and more loving and I soaked up every moment of it. I completely turned off Little Miss Evil Spy Lauren and turned into the hopeless romantic who loved sappy movies Lauren that I used to be before I realised what my mother had planned for my life. It was actually the day Sydney appeared in Hong Kong that Michael changed back into his old self. He still loved me (at least I'm pretty sure) but the sweetness dropped to an almost clipped level and his cheeriness turned to stress. I wanted to help him. I needed to really help him get over Sydney, to save our relationship. I constantly have an awful pit in my stomach which tells me I failed to do that.
My fingers began to move before me and they picked up the first letter and opened the envelope.
A/N: So that was the first chapter. I don't like it so much, but I tried, and that's what counts isn't it? Seeya.