Author's Notes: This is my very first fic ever so take that into account.
I am a multiple fandom girl and this is proof of my undying devotion to
Alias. Anyway, I don't own any of the characters or anything like that.
Sigh. Ah, well, someday I'll get ideas of my own. Please review. I
need to know what you all think!
Somebody Else's Dream
Sometimes I wonder what my life will be like, after this is all over. After SD-6 is gone and I don't have to be a spy anymore. I used to think that I could be normal, just like everyone else. But now I know that's not true.
Not that it would have been. I mean, both of my parents are spies; both have seriously endangered my life within the last month. That in itself makes me anything but normal. But what I found out tonight.
He took my life away from me.
My own father. God, that bastard! The last time I saw him I was practically licking his boots for his supposed saving of my life. How could he just stand there? How could he look me in the eyes knowing that he was the one who put me in danger in the first place? And not only that.
Budapest was the most stunned and disgusted that I have been since Danny was killed, and to say that I've been through a lot since then is a major understatement. I mean, I was shot by my own mother! But nothing, nothing prepared me for what I found there that night.
Children.
They're training children.
The very thought of it is utterly repulsive to me, no matter who the perpetrator. How could anyone do such a thing? Six year olds. Being taught to shoot, and to run, and to fear.
And to kill.
That in itself was hard enough to find. But then.in Buenos Aires.the puzzle.
Now, rather than feeling sorry for those kids, I envy them. Partly I envy them because it is the bad guys, the Triad, putting them through this. Not the CIA. Not the agency that they have pledged the best years of their life to. Not the emblem of a nation that claims freedom as its motto.
I envy them mostly because their fathers didn't know. Because it wasn't their own flesh and blood destroying their childhood. Destroying the rest of their lives.
How can I ever be normal? I was molded from birth to do this job. To be Sydney Bristow, Super-Spy. Molded by the people who should have loved and nurtured me. Molded by the country that should have shielded me.
So now I know what will really happen in the end. All that I am now is somebody else's dream. What will happen to me when they wake up?
Somebody Else's Dream
Sometimes I wonder what my life will be like, after this is all over. After SD-6 is gone and I don't have to be a spy anymore. I used to think that I could be normal, just like everyone else. But now I know that's not true.
Not that it would have been. I mean, both of my parents are spies; both have seriously endangered my life within the last month. That in itself makes me anything but normal. But what I found out tonight.
He took my life away from me.
My own father. God, that bastard! The last time I saw him I was practically licking his boots for his supposed saving of my life. How could he just stand there? How could he look me in the eyes knowing that he was the one who put me in danger in the first place? And not only that.
Budapest was the most stunned and disgusted that I have been since Danny was killed, and to say that I've been through a lot since then is a major understatement. I mean, I was shot by my own mother! But nothing, nothing prepared me for what I found there that night.
Children.
They're training children.
The very thought of it is utterly repulsive to me, no matter who the perpetrator. How could anyone do such a thing? Six year olds. Being taught to shoot, and to run, and to fear.
And to kill.
That in itself was hard enough to find. But then.in Buenos Aires.the puzzle.
Now, rather than feeling sorry for those kids, I envy them. Partly I envy them because it is the bad guys, the Triad, putting them through this. Not the CIA. Not the agency that they have pledged the best years of their life to. Not the emblem of a nation that claims freedom as its motto.
I envy them mostly because their fathers didn't know. Because it wasn't their own flesh and blood destroying their childhood. Destroying the rest of their lives.
How can I ever be normal? I was molded from birth to do this job. To be Sydney Bristow, Super-Spy. Molded by the people who should have loved and nurtured me. Molded by the country that should have shielded me.
So now I know what will really happen in the end. All that I am now is somebody else's dream. What will happen to me when they wake up?