Title: Everyday
Author: sparkle*
Feedback: verdandi_happening@hotmail.com. feedback!
Rating: PG
Category: vignette, angst
Spoilers: Passage, Part II (I *think*...nothing too major anyway)
Summary: "in the middle of all the chaos that was her life, she
couldn't even hug her mother."
Disclaimer: Not mine. They belong to JJ Abrams and Bad Robot
Productions, or something like that...
Author's Notes: This is my first Alias fic...just fyi. also very
short...
everyday she tells herself she will quit. today is the day, she
says. and everyday she gets up and goes to work, wondering what
it would be like to actually *be* a banker. she wonders why she
doesn't quit. she can't be afraid of death; she stares it down
everyday. so why does she continue to show up at her faux 'i am
saving the world' job? the only thing that keeps her sane is the
fact that at the end of the day...she *has* done something. they
are one step closer to killing the monster of an organization that
she used to work for. one step. it is barely enough, she thinks.
it has stolen so much from her, her job has. even before being a
double. the *occupation* stole her mother, her father, kept her
from her closest friends.... she couldn't be seen in public with
the one person keeping her sane these days. she couldn't have a
normal relationship with her dad, she couldn't even hug her mom.
that was what hurt most. in the middle of all the chaos that was
her life, she couldn't even hug her mom. they knew she was clean
of any devices, they scanned her before they were even allowed to
see each other, especially outside her mother's cage. she was in
the middle of all her emotional maelstrom--it was bad enough that
they were *watching* them, these silent ebony sentinels standing
guard yet serving no purpose. but the whole background went
unnoticed as her mother spoke. her whole attention was focused on
the woman before her. and wanted nothing more than to play her
role of troubled daughter and run to her dear mother and cry on
her shoulder. she barely had her arms around her when guns and
shouts went out, accusing them when they'd done nothing wrong.
she'd rather them have to pry them apart, if they had the heart,
or lack thereof. how dare they. so now she cries herself to
sleep, imagining that she is wrapped in her mother's arms. that
is why she goes back. despite all they have taken from her, they
have in some small way, given her back her parents.
~fin.
____
lemme know how bad i did...verdandi_happening@hotmail.com
Author: sparkle*
Feedback: verdandi_happening@hotmail.com. feedback!
Rating: PG
Category: vignette, angst
Spoilers: Passage, Part II (I *think*...nothing too major anyway)
Summary: "in the middle of all the chaos that was her life, she
couldn't even hug her mother."
Disclaimer: Not mine. They belong to JJ Abrams and Bad Robot
Productions, or something like that...
Author's Notes: This is my first Alias fic...just fyi. also very
short...
everyday she tells herself she will quit. today is the day, she
says. and everyday she gets up and goes to work, wondering what
it would be like to actually *be* a banker. she wonders why she
doesn't quit. she can't be afraid of death; she stares it down
everyday. so why does she continue to show up at her faux 'i am
saving the world' job? the only thing that keeps her sane is the
fact that at the end of the day...she *has* done something. they
are one step closer to killing the monster of an organization that
she used to work for. one step. it is barely enough, she thinks.
it has stolen so much from her, her job has. even before being a
double. the *occupation* stole her mother, her father, kept her
from her closest friends.... she couldn't be seen in public with
the one person keeping her sane these days. she couldn't have a
normal relationship with her dad, she couldn't even hug her mom.
that was what hurt most. in the middle of all the chaos that was
her life, she couldn't even hug her mom. they knew she was clean
of any devices, they scanned her before they were even allowed to
see each other, especially outside her mother's cage. she was in
the middle of all her emotional maelstrom--it was bad enough that
they were *watching* them, these silent ebony sentinels standing
guard yet serving no purpose. but the whole background went
unnoticed as her mother spoke. her whole attention was focused on
the woman before her. and wanted nothing more than to play her
role of troubled daughter and run to her dear mother and cry on
her shoulder. she barely had her arms around her when guns and
shouts went out, accusing them when they'd done nothing wrong.
she'd rather them have to pry them apart, if they had the heart,
or lack thereof. how dare they. so now she cries herself to
sleep, imagining that she is wrapped in her mother's arms. that
is why she goes back. despite all they have taken from her, they
have in some small way, given her back her parents.
~fin.
____
lemme know how bad i did...verdandi_happening@hotmail.com