It All Comes Down To Danny
Charmedgal005
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A/N
There is a reason why my grades aren't so good. And this is it. While doing my homework, this story wrote it's self. If you look at the paper where I first wrote this, you'll notice the beginning of my English homework. Oh well. So, tell me what you think, should I continue to sacrifice my grades to write little fan fics like this? Or should I only stick to my really long ones? Tell me! Please. And if this is the first one of mine that you have ever read, what do you think? I REALLY, REALLY like reviews.
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It can all be traced to Danny. All the pain in my life is his entire fault. And it all comes down to his proposal. If he hadn't proposed, I wouldn't have felt compelled to tell him the truth about what I do. He wouldn't have left his fate on a message to my machine. SD-6 wouldn't have found out that I told him. Danny would still be alive. Even Will wouldn't have been affected. He wouldn't have investigated Danny's murder, because there wouldn't have been one. Will would have never written the SD-6 article when he got to involved. He wouldn't have been kidnapped. I would never have had to save him. Vaughn would never have gotten sick. I wouldn't have had to steel the antidote. Will wouldn't have had published that article. SD-6 wouldn't have had to fake him having a heroin addiction. He would still be working for the paper, and wouldn't be in the CIA. All because Danny loved me. If he hadn't proposed, I would have never have found out the truth about SD-6. I wouldn't have joined the CIA. And for as complicated as my live was then, it was nothing compared to now. Hell, I consider my life pre-CIA normal, and calm. I'd give anything to have that again. I'd resurrect the dead. I'd resurrect Danny, because after all, it's his entire fault.
I tell myself this over and over again. It's his fault, not mine. It's his fault, not mine. But I know it's not the truth. I brought this all upon myself. I said yes. I told Danny who I really was. It's my entire fault. I'm the one that joined the CIA. My lie based existence is my entire fault.
Who am I kidding? Danny's death brought more good. Yes, I still feel the pain when I think about him. Directly, his death is my fault. But really, Danny was an amazing sacrifice. He sacrificed, ok, I sacrificed his life (without knowing it, and it caused me pain) his life for many others, and this country. If I hadn't told Danny, if SD-6 never killed him, I would never have been told the truth, by my Dad of all people, I would never have joined the CIA, without me working against SD-6, who knows how many scores of people would have died. Danny was just one man. To think I used to help kill people. I now save lives. One death, the death of someone I loved very much, saved so many people.
Danny, sweet, innocent Danny, also helped me find love again. For that I owe him everything. It all comes back to me joining the CIA. It was there I met Vaughn. I wouldn't have joined the CIA if Danny hadn't died. If he hadn't proposed, if I hadn't said yes, if I hadn't told him, if he didn't leave the message, I would never have found Vaughn. My whole life for the past two years can all be traced to my Danny. It all comes down to Danny.
Fin.