Chapter One
I look over to the side of me. She is asleep. Wonderful. Beautiful. Angelic. Gorgeous. Amazing. Words cannot describe how Sydney Bristow looks. Her delicate features are wrapped up in my sheets, her head making the slightest indention on my pillow. Her breathing is even and still. She is still asleep.
I make my way slowly out of her bed, recalling the events of last night. How I held her in my arms after she came to my apartment, after fighting with Will and Francie. She didn't tell me what they fought about, how the fight came along, but somehow she knew my address and at 1:34 a.m on Thursday she was at my doorstep. She looked at me, her brown eyes conveying such a strong emotion that I automatically took her in my arms. She began to sob, mumbling about lies, deceit, and how she just couldn't take the pain anymore. I cringed at all three. Inside I knew that I too was hiding something from her. I was lying, she had been deceived, and inside the pain was tearing me apart…
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"So...this.... all this has been a lie. Everything has been a lie?" You mumbled the words out, one by one hitting me.
I told her. I couldn't stand having this secret tear me apart inside. It felt good to finally let it out, knowing that I was off this case finally and I could tell her what I had done. I think telling her was the worst mistake I ever made in my life.
"Not everything is a lie Syd, all of it was not a lie...I-" What was I going to tell her? How could I tell her that this had hurt me too? How I wasn't able to involve her because of not only my feelings for her, but that I didn't want her hurt. What would I say? That I was protecting her?
"How long?! How many times has this been done? I don't even know if what you're telling me is a cover-up for the true story. And what did you have to do? What exactly did you do..." My eyes grew large, I looked down, and you knew.
"What the hell were you thinking Michael Vaughn! I mean...I would never, yet you didn't tell me anything. Not even a clue to let me in on this..."
"It was against protocol! And I know...screw protocol! Yes, what I did may seem wrong, but it was for the good of the Agency. It's my job, and then you not knowing...I was protecting you from the truth! You think that me not telling you didn't kill me inside. Knowing this all along, hiding this secret from you, from your father, from half of the Agency? Hell, Weiss didn't know!" I gasped all this out in what seemed like on continuous sentence. I felt dizzy, sick; I could feel my body preparing to vomit.
"I don't think we can work together anymore. I...I...I can't trust you. I..." Your voice broke. Your brown hair covered you face, and I could tell that you were crying while gathering your thoughts on what you were about to say. "Why? Why do I always end up being lied to...I trusted you dammit! I trusted you!" You yelled at me, and I was broken inside. I stood there and pleaded with you, told you how sorry I was.
"Sorry doesn't always work Michael Vaughn. I'm calling in tomorrow and demanding I have a different handler. This won't work. It will never work. I have all lost my trust in you." And then you left. And I stood there, lamenting on what had happened. I stood there and it began to rain. And you were gone.
I look over to the side of me. She is asleep. Wonderful. Beautiful. Angelic. Gorgeous. Amazing. Words cannot describe how Sydney Bristow looks. Her delicate features are wrapped up in my sheets, her head making the slightest indention on my pillow. Her breathing is even and still. She is still asleep.
I make my way slowly out of her bed, recalling the events of last night. How I held her in my arms after she came to my apartment, after fighting with Will and Francie. She didn't tell me what they fought about, how the fight came along, but somehow she knew my address and at 1:34 a.m on Thursday she was at my doorstep. She looked at me, her brown eyes conveying such a strong emotion that I automatically took her in my arms. She began to sob, mumbling about lies, deceit, and how she just couldn't take the pain anymore. I cringed at all three. Inside I knew that I too was hiding something from her. I was lying, she had been deceived, and inside the pain was tearing me apart…
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"So...this.... all this has been a lie. Everything has been a lie?" You mumbled the words out, one by one hitting me.
I told her. I couldn't stand having this secret tear me apart inside. It felt good to finally let it out, knowing that I was off this case finally and I could tell her what I had done. I think telling her was the worst mistake I ever made in my life.
"Not everything is a lie Syd, all of it was not a lie...I-" What was I going to tell her? How could I tell her that this had hurt me too? How I wasn't able to involve her because of not only my feelings for her, but that I didn't want her hurt. What would I say? That I was protecting her?
"How long?! How many times has this been done? I don't even know if what you're telling me is a cover-up for the true story. And what did you have to do? What exactly did you do..." My eyes grew large, I looked down, and you knew.
"What the hell were you thinking Michael Vaughn! I mean...I would never, yet you didn't tell me anything. Not even a clue to let me in on this..."
"It was against protocol! And I know...screw protocol! Yes, what I did may seem wrong, but it was for the good of the Agency. It's my job, and then you not knowing...I was protecting you from the truth! You think that me not telling you didn't kill me inside. Knowing this all along, hiding this secret from you, from your father, from half of the Agency? Hell, Weiss didn't know!" I gasped all this out in what seemed like on continuous sentence. I felt dizzy, sick; I could feel my body preparing to vomit.
"I don't think we can work together anymore. I...I...I can't trust you. I..." Your voice broke. Your brown hair covered you face, and I could tell that you were crying while gathering your thoughts on what you were about to say. "Why? Why do I always end up being lied to...I trusted you dammit! I trusted you!" You yelled at me, and I was broken inside. I stood there and pleaded with you, told you how sorry I was.
"Sorry doesn't always work Michael Vaughn. I'm calling in tomorrow and demanding I have a different handler. This won't work. It will never work. I have all lost my trust in you." And then you left. And I stood there, lamenting on what had happened. I stood there and it began to rain. And you were gone.