Title: Trust
Part: 1
Author: Alea
Email: Aleababe6275@aol.com
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All belongs to J.J. Abrams and ABC
Summary: Sydney thinks about her life.
Rating: PG-13, for a couple harsh words.
Distribution Alias Central, anyone else, ask.
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Who is he? That's what was going through my head. Who is he?
All my life I've thought of him as my daddy, Mr. Good Guy, the one person who could do no wrong. I thought he sold air plane tickets. But no, that was al a lie. It makes me wonder that else he told me that was a lie. All the trips he took when I was younger? All the times he talked about his day at work? All lies. None of it was true. I've been lied to my entire life, and I didn't even suspect anything. I'm supposed to be some big shot CIA agent, and I couldn't even figure out that my dad was lying to me. My prefect image of him is broken. Now I know that not only is he working for the same agency I work for, but he's also doubling for the same agency I'm doubling for. Talk about ironic, eh? I honestly don't know what to believe anymore. Who am I supposed to trust him again, knowing that he's lied to me for so long.
How could this happen to me? Just two days ago I had the perfect life. I was doing alright in school, I had a great job, and I had a loving fiancée. Danny. My love. Gone. Danny's gone because I decided I couldn't lie to him anymore. Because I couldn't live with the guilt. Because I work for the freaking CIA. It'a all my fault. Everything that's happened has been my fault. I knew the rules when I entered into the agency, and I broke them. If only I had've just kept my mouth shut, none of this would be happening right now. He'd still be alive, and we'd be getting married. But he's not alive. Because of me.
Until two days ago, i had a great job. Sure it was dangerous, but i loved it. The feeling that i was doing something good, protecting someone, made me happy. Another lie. I'm not working for the CIA. I'm not helping people, protecting people, i'm harming people. Every action i do harms people. All this time i lived in a dream world where i thought nothing could touch me. I was walking on cloud nine. It's funny how fast that cloud vanished, leaving me falling towards the ground, with no way of slowing down the impact, no way to stop myself.
Trust is a funny thing. I trusted my dad and look how that turned out. He's been lying to me my entire life. I don't even know who he is anymore. I trusted The Agency and looked how that turned out. I find out that they're really my enemies, and my working with them got my fiance killed?
Trust is a shitty thing. I can officially say i've been screwed over by it.
It won't happen again. Ever. With this new mission i can't afford to trust anyone. I can't let anyone get close. One mistake, and i'm dead. One mistake, and everyone around me is dead. I can't let it happen. Not again. Not ever.
Some people say trust is one of the best things to have in a relationship. Want to know what i think? Trust sucks. Trust no one.
The End
Part: 1
Author: Alea
Email: Aleababe6275@aol.com
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All belongs to J.J. Abrams and ABC
Summary: Sydney thinks about her life.
Rating: PG-13, for a couple harsh words.
Distribution Alias Central, anyone else, ask.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Who is he? That's what was going through my head. Who is he?
All my life I've thought of him as my daddy, Mr. Good Guy, the one person who could do no wrong. I thought he sold air plane tickets. But no, that was al a lie. It makes me wonder that else he told me that was a lie. All the trips he took when I was younger? All the times he talked about his day at work? All lies. None of it was true. I've been lied to my entire life, and I didn't even suspect anything. I'm supposed to be some big shot CIA agent, and I couldn't even figure out that my dad was lying to me. My prefect image of him is broken. Now I know that not only is he working for the same agency I work for, but he's also doubling for the same agency I'm doubling for. Talk about ironic, eh? I honestly don't know what to believe anymore. Who am I supposed to trust him again, knowing that he's lied to me for so long.
How could this happen to me? Just two days ago I had the perfect life. I was doing alright in school, I had a great job, and I had a loving fiancée. Danny. My love. Gone. Danny's gone because I decided I couldn't lie to him anymore. Because I couldn't live with the guilt. Because I work for the freaking CIA. It'a all my fault. Everything that's happened has been my fault. I knew the rules when I entered into the agency, and I broke them. If only I had've just kept my mouth shut, none of this would be happening right now. He'd still be alive, and we'd be getting married. But he's not alive. Because of me.
Until two days ago, i had a great job. Sure it was dangerous, but i loved it. The feeling that i was doing something good, protecting someone, made me happy. Another lie. I'm not working for the CIA. I'm not helping people, protecting people, i'm harming people. Every action i do harms people. All this time i lived in a dream world where i thought nothing could touch me. I was walking on cloud nine. It's funny how fast that cloud vanished, leaving me falling towards the ground, with no way of slowing down the impact, no way to stop myself.
Trust is a funny thing. I trusted my dad and look how that turned out. He's been lying to me my entire life. I don't even know who he is anymore. I trusted The Agency and looked how that turned out. I find out that they're really my enemies, and my working with them got my fiance killed?
Trust is a shitty thing. I can officially say i've been screwed over by it.
It won't happen again. Ever. With this new mission i can't afford to trust anyone. I can't let anyone get close. One mistake, and i'm dead. One mistake, and everyone around me is dead. I can't let it happen. Not again. Not ever.
Some people say trust is one of the best things to have in a relationship. Want to know what i think? Trust sucks. Trust no one.
The End
