Transgression of Truth

Part 2

Rating: PG-13

Archival: If you think it's good enough to put somewhere go ahead. You might want to have your head examined but go ahead. If you could send me a link so I know where it is I would love you for it.


Disclaimer: Can I ask you people something? Do you honestly think I would be sitting here, taking time to fill out this stupid disclaimer if I actually owned anything Alias? Just in case you're that…um…special…no I don't own anything Alias. Wait…I lied. I own Chris Roberts, Alex Roberts, Mike Roberts and anyone else who's in my story but not on the show.


Author's Note: This is kind of like Written In The Stars. I just really didn't like how it was going and after seeing Almost Thirty Years I got an idea of how to do the same story line…only better. So leave feedback. Flames are okay…as long as they're constructive. Please don't be too mean.

            The first chapter takes place in the future. I'm not sure how far ahead, but I'll let you know just as soon as I figure it out.

            Okay…I know that ya'll are going to hate me but…I just really didn't like how everything in my story was turning out. It wasn't emotional enough for me. I kept saying to myself, "Kerry, you'll put more emotion in the next part. The people who have reviewed want updates. You can fix it later."  But it just started to bug me. So to make up for the rewrite I've posted 2 chapters. And I think I might be able to get another one finished today. I hope that make up for it.

            Anything with * * around it is part of the letter. / / is flashbacks. is voiceovers. (Mainly Christina's diary entries) That's it. For now. I might add more symbols later just to drive you nuts.

Kerry, Ireland

Christina Roberts stared at the picture, keeping it from the fires raging flames. Three years. Had it really been that long? Three years without his smile. His laugh. His love.

            I used to look in his eyes and the warmth…and love………and hope was all I needed. It was like a fairytale. But fairytales are for children. And eventually we all have to leave our childhood behind. We all have to grow up. And once I did even his loving eyes weren't enough to keep me there. To hold me down.

            My spirit longed to soar. To fly above the clouds. Where harmony and peace were no longer myths. Where not even death could take away the hope. I thought I would find that. My safe haven. My nirvana. I thought that if I could just get away…away from the lies…from the pain, but I was wrong. I was not meant to have a nirvana.

            Christina slowly set the picture back on the mantle. Her hand lingered for a moment and she gently placed the portrait into her bag. 

            But he was. He's too pure not to have one. I only hope that I arrive in time to give it to him.

St. Abigail's Hospital ~ Los Angeles, California Michael Vaughn's dream

            The dark colors slowly mixed into one huge swirl of shades. The haze slowly started to clear. He gasped as he noticed the figure standing in front of him. He slowly reached his hand toward her. She flickered before gradually starting to fade. He quickly ran towards her, but it was to late, she was gone. The all was black.

Warehouse, Taipei

Sydney's "room"

            Sydney slowly looked up as she heard the footsteps approaching. She glares at the woman standing before her.

            "Sydney," her voice was thick with a Russian accent. "I wish so much for you to just listen to me."

            "Nothing you say holds any interest to me."

            "It would help you understand so much better."

            "I could never understand the things you've done."

            "Sydney, if you would just listen to me-"

            "I remember when I first lost my mother…I was so…I can't even describe the feeling. I felt so alone. So betrayed. And I was mad at her. I was mad at her for leaving me and I thought it was my fault. And you…you willingly brought that feeling into other peoples hearts. Nothing you say could ever make me understand. Nothing."