What There Is...
by Jen
Rating: PG
Pairing: Some S/V, some V/W
Disclaimer: Alias and its characters belong to JJ Abrams, Bad Robot, etc. But I'm taking creative license with these characters, I don't know if JJ would want them. ;)
Notes: This story contains hints of slash! If you don't like it, don't read it, but don't discount it on that fact alone. No names are mentioned here, for a reason, but I don't think it's too difficult to guess who's who. :)
Feedback would be lovely.
Summary: Simply, what there is.
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Part I - What There Is Cannot Be
Everyone is busy in this office, whether they are writing reports or listening to wire taps or doing research, as is your current assignment. To everyone around you, this is indeed what you are doing. But in truth, you're observing him. His beautiful figure hunched over his desk, his brow furrowed, jotting down notes in a folder as data streams across his computer monitor. You wonder what it is, and if you'll ever get a chance to view his handwritten notes, and you wonder if your research is related to something he'll be working on in the next few days.
Research. Right. You're supposed to be researching. Yet you can't prevent your thoughts from going to him. It's there. It has been for months now, almost since you first met him. He has helped you so much, you could never have gotten through the ordeal without him. As time went on you got closer, and even though they got closer too, that something has stayed with you. You both know it's there, though only you will admit it. He feels it, you know he does. But he doesn't know what it means, nor what to do about it.
And as bitter as that is, it's alright with you. Because there's nothing to do about it. Even if he had some time away from the hectic job of his, time away from her, even time alone with you perhaps, time to think of what it might mean... even if he did become aware of the truth, it still wouldn't happen. You care for both of them too much to let it.
And so you sacrifice yourself for them. For him. Because she's your best friend, he's her fiance, and there's nothing to do about it.
What there is, cannot be.