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 please forgive me. Updates may take a little bit longer because I'm really working on quality. Not just quantity.

            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.

"Eric?" Eric slowly pulled her into his arms, wiping the tears falling from her sparkling, blue eyes. "Will he be okay?"

That should have been my first clue. When he hugged me. He'd only done that once before.

"Chris, it…it's pretty bad."

"What room?"

"220."

"Will they…can I see him?"

"Yeah. I'll figure out something to tell Devlin."

"Thank you." Chris slowly walked down the winding hallway, scanning the doors for room 220. Taking a deep breath, she hesitated for a moment before brining her hand up to knock gently on his door.

I don't why I did that. Knocking. It's not like he could have heard me. I suppose I just needed to try.

She gradually crossed the space between them. She gasped at the sight of him. He was covered in bruises. There was a scar all across his arm, probably from a knife cut. "Oh Michael." She put her hand down on the side table to steady herself. She gladly dropped into the chair beside his bed. "What did they do to you? I can't…I'm sorry. I should of been here. I…I'm so sorry." Tears streamed down her ivory cheeks.

"You couldn't of done anything."

She turned to face him. "Eric…I could of stopped him."

"No…I… nothing could of stopped him."

"Eric."

He sighed. "All right. You probably could have. But it's not your fault. Chris what happened…he went on this mission because he wanted to. It's not your fault."

" I just…I always thought it'd be me. Lying in a hospital bed. About to die. I just can't…it was never supposed to be him. Never."

"It wasn't supposed to be you either."

"Yeah. Can…can I just have a minute?"

"Of course." He gave her a light kiss on the cheek before leaving her with Michael.

"It was never supposed to be you. It was never supposed to be you."

St. Abigail's Michael's dream

He felt her grab his shoulder, trying to get his attention, but all he could see was the water. He hesitated for a moment before running down the winding hallway. He could faintly see Sydney slipping through the door, right before it slid shut. I'm gonna die, he thought. I'm gonna drown to death. She doesn't know that I love her. That I dream about her. She'll never know. He could see Sydney trying to break through the little window.  NO!! I can't lose her too. I love her. Go. Be safe. Tell her that I love her. Please. He felt one last surge of water hit his back. Then everything turned black.

Warehouse, Taipei

Sydney's "room"

"Sydney…are you ready to be reasonable yet? I can save you." Irina took a deep breath. "Who do you work for?" Sydney was silent. "Who do you work for?" her voice was stern, full of anger.

"Burn in hell you bitch."

"Sydney!!! I am still your mother!!! I demand more respect than that!!!"

"My mother is dead."

"Sydney, I do not-"

"My mother…is dead." Her voice held the same anger that Irina's had before. "Just leave me alone. Just go away."

"Remember Sydney, you brought this upon yourself." Sydney's eyes filled with fear as she noticed the guard slowly walking towards her. He brought his hand back and struck her across the face. "I am sorry. So sorry." Irina turned and slowly left the room.