Here you folks go! Chapter 2! If Spiralz551@akldasj.com is a real address, let me say sorry in advance. I tried to pick something I considered to be random. If you think it would be funny to send an email to that address, I don't recommend it. It will either bounce back to you, or piss someone off.
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Travis Armstrong opened his secured CIA email account. Even after four years, they still had him doing a little work for them. He got the usual office jokes from his friends, a couple of little analysis assignments, but he didn't care. Travis was fed up with the CIA. It was the CIA that got him that life. It was the CIA and their damn rules, against one of the things he believed in most, love. Fed up with it all, in a fit of fury, he checked to delete them all before the very last one, out of almost twenty caught his eye. Spiralz551@akldasj.com? He had never heard of that email address before. He decided to open it. At first he gasped, and then he was relieved to see it.
I miss being Sydney Bristow.
She was alive, and she was ok. But he couldn't believe how foolish she was to write him like that. He didn't mind that she chose him to turn to, when her father was likely a better choice. But he never wanted to see her get hurt. Travis didn't know how to answer her. Hell, he didn't even know her name anymore. For that matter, she didn't know who he was. She didn't know Travis Armstrong. She knew Michael Vaughn. And everyday, her final words still echoed in his head. "I love you Vaughn." Those were the last words she had said to him, before she drove off. But she didn't love Travis. He often wished, and thought about Sydney. She entered the program a year before he did. He wanted to know where she was, who she was, how she was doing, but most importantly, did she still love him?
He still couldn't believe that they had been so stupid. But at the same time, he could. When it came to IQ's and tests, he didn't think that there was someone as smart as or smarter than Sydney, and even he was pretty smart himself. But when it came to love, neither one was very smart for very long. They both were able to hide their feelings for about a year. Within a year and a half, they had begun to drop each other hints about their feelings. By the end of the second year, their secret meetings were becoming more about them, rather than SD-6. As Travis thought about it, it was their love that destroyed Michael Vaughn and Sydney Bristow.
Not a moment passes when I miss seeing Sydney Bristow.
Travis had done it; not for the first time to himself, and but for the first time to who ever Sydney Bristow was now, he had admitted that he still loved her. That was what he had assumed Sydney had said in her brief message. He had to linger on the thought that she still loved him. Travis sent the email. She had never written him before, and the only reason she even knew his address was because of the emails they had shared before they both entered the program. But few were business like. Travis thought back to the good days. When he still had brown hair (red was not his color), when his eyes were still green (red hair and blue eyes did not work for Travis very well), and when he still had Sydney Bristow in his arms (he missed her so much).
No part of him wanted to get rid of the email. It was his only key to her. It was his only grip on her in five years. But Travis couldn't keep it on his computer. The CIA would check it for breeches. Travis decided to print the email. He quickly picked up the single sheet of paper from the printer, folded it up, and stuck it in his pocket. There was a whoosh from where his mail had arrived. Travis picked it up off his floor. He wished that the mail lady didn't have so much of the hots for him that she brought the mail straight to his apartment, his neighbors were insanely jealous. Every single one was addressed to Travis Armstrong.
Travis sighed as he wished that they were addressed to someone else. Someone with brown hair, and green eyes. Someone with Sydney Bristow in his arms. Someone named Michael Vaughn.