Truth?
6 months passed since he joined SD-6 and Tristan was steadily training to be a secret agent. That sounded so humorous to him. I'm a secret agent. Tristan chuckled out loud.
Sadness washed through him when he thought about the little time he spent with Rory. Rory was once the main focus of his life. Now, they were falling apart. She had called him numerous times, but he didn't have the time to talk to her. He wanted to talk to her so bad, but was afraid to. Afraid of what he might say to her.
Then just like it read her mind, his phone rang and Rory's name came up on the caller ID.
"Hey Rory."
"Tristan." Her tone was quiet and sad. Tristan ignored it.
"Can you come over right now?"
"Sure. Be there in a second."
Tristan walked across campus and knocked on her dorm room. He walked in and gave Rory a quick kiss. She didn't return it. He pulled away.
"Are you okay?"
"Actually, no I'm not."
"Oh. What's wrong?"
"This."
"This?"
"Tristan, what's happened to us? You've been like a stranger for the last 6 months."
He stared down and hesitated. "A lot of things have been going on. And I've been busy."
Rory's tone turned to anger. "Too busy for me right? Look Tris, I know you have a lot to deal with your grandfather and everything, but would it have been so hard to just call me?"
"Rory, don't do this."
"How can I not?! I miss you Tris, I miss us! Now tell me what's going on."
Tristan stared into her eyes. He needed to tell her. Don't do it! This room might be bugged. His mind screamed. He pulled his finger to his lips telling Rory to be quiet. Then he grabbed a pencil and some loose paper. He wrote down his story.
***
An agent walked into Sloane's office. "Uh, sir, we have a problem. DuGrey is a mole. We intercepted one of his phone calls to the CIA."
***
Tristan was almost finished with his story when his cell phone rang.
He reluctantly answered it.
"Hello?"
"DuGrey get down here NOW! Sloane knows you're a mole." Carver's voice screamed at him.
Fear filled him. "Rory, I'm sorry I gotta go." With that, he ran out of the room, leaving a stunned Rory after him.
***
What am I gonna do? Tristan thought as he frantically paced in Carver's office.
He sat alone in the room for an hour playing with his cold coffee. Carver walked in with a manila envelope.
"Okay, this is new papers and information for you. You are now Trevor Desmond and you live in California."
"But, what if they keep looking for me?"
"We'll handle that."
"And Rory?"
"She'll be safe."
"I can't tell her can I?"
Carver just shook his head.
Tristan sighed. He knew what he had to do.
The next day, he was on a plane to Los Angeles, California.
***
Rory sat watching the news to do her current event project.
"…the police don't know why the driver drove into the ocean. It is still under investigation. The Atlantic Ocean is now mourning the life of 20 year old, Tristan DuGrey. Back to you Frank."
Rory threw the remote control at the T.V. It couldn't be true. Could it? It was. Tristan was dead.
A/N: End of prologues. I'm sorry it's really confusing but you know when you have those times when you come up with a story idea at 2 in the morning. The story is in your mind, but put it down is the hardest part. Sorry about that.
