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Best Friend
by Kara B.
Third in the Letter Series
© 2002
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An Alias Story
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: My stories - "The Letter", and "My Guardian Angel"
FEEDBACK: PITY PEAS?
Disclaimer: SUE ME NOT. ME IN COLLEGE. HAVE NO MONEY.
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http://dreamwater.net/karafic/fic/alias.html
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"Hey Bristow."
She nodded at him. "It's been a year you know. I went by his grave earlier . . ."
Weiss sighed. He knew only too well. He'd been there when it happened. He'd seen the accident . . . watched his friend bleeding . . . Written his letter to her and to Jack when he'd woken up later, knowing he was going to die.
i(Flashback)
"The doc says it'll be rough but I'm sure you'll be fine." Weiss said as cheerfully as he could.
"Don't lie to me. I'm dying Eric. It's funny though, in working with all this SD-6 stuff I never figured I'd die from a car accident."
His words were so matter of fact that Weiss couldn't think of anything to lighten up the mood.
"It's okay. I need your help."
"Anything Vaughn." Weiss said sincerely.
"I want to write a letter to Sydney . . . and her dad . . . I need to tell them things."
Weiss nodded and grabbed a pen and paper, writing down exactly what Vaughn told him.
After they were done, Vaughn had turned to him, "You're a good friend, Eric. Thanks for helping me out."
"No problem, man."
"Make sure Sydney's alright . . ."
Weiss nodded.
"Thanks for supporting me and all . . . even when I've been a pain in the butt . . ."
"That's what friends are for." was all Weiss could say. His usual supply of wisecracks and tension breakers had run completely dry. He was about to lose his best friend.
They sat there talking for the next couple hours. About friend stuff . . . stuff that almost seemed not to mean anything anymore and yet was everything. The nurse and doctor had come in a few times, checking on Vaughn. But Weiss could see the look in their eyes - nothing to be done . . .
Finally Vaughn stopped midsentence.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't see and I'm getting really cold." A pause, "Anyway, will you take care of my dog?"
"Sure."
"Don't forget and feed him too much." Vaughn half scolded.
"No problem." Weiss said.
"I can't feel anything . . ."
Weiss reached over and grabbed his friend's hand. "Hey man, I'm here. Just relax. I'll take care of everything."
"You know what?" Vaughn asked, "You're my best friend."
And that was the last thing Vaughn had said to him. A few minutes later, he'd slipped into a coma and died shortly after that. The whole time, Weiss had just sat there, holding his friend's hand, helpless to do anything else.
/i(END Flashback)
"Are you okay?" Weiss heard Sydney ask.
"Yeah. I miss him."
"So do I."
"He was my best friend."
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The End