Author: taintedvison

Title: Without You Working Title

Disclaimer: I don't Alias, I just play with them

Rating: PG-13

Ship: S/W with Jonah references

Timeline: AU Season 4

Summary:Two years after finding out Sydney was really alive,Will decides tosee her again.

Jonah pulled up into the construction yard where he worked and slammed the door of his old Bronco. He walked, eyes fixed on his dust and dirt covered boots amid the rubble and scrap metal of the building that he was overseeing careful not to trip among the shards. He briefly lifted his head to quickly glance at the layout plans for the day that were in his hand and stepped into the frame of the building.

"Hey, Jonah! You coming with the rest of the guys to Chompson's later?" one of his co-workers yelled out from behind the saw table. He looked up and squinted into the sun at his hard-hat friend.

"Let's just get through the day first Brad," he chuckled. Before reaching for the hammer in his tool belt, he rubbed his hands together feeling the calluses on his skin. In another life they weren't so; he missed those days. And then he was Will again, thinking of Sydney and her smile and how her presence and the mere thought of her made him weak. He thought about her a lot and sometimes he tried not to think about her at all, fearing that his thoughts could be tapped. He was supposed to live in Jonah's town, go to Jonah's bar and live Jonah's life. But he thought Will's thoughts. When he was Will, he hated his job and hated this life. But he chose it. He chose Wisconsin, chose to be far away from where he thought his love died.

Will took a nail out from a sack on the ground and placed it on the wooden beam of the building and drove it down into the body. It was his nail. But he knew that part of the essence of Hell was that one chose it. And he did.

Later that day, Will had skipped out on dinner with the guys and instead opted to go home. He was Jonah on the outside, but Will on the inside the nails didn't help. On the way, Will stopped by the liquor store Jonah usually went to and bought a bottle of red wine (make that two). Sydney liked red wine. When he went up the stairs to his apartment he ran into the painter girl on her way out. She was a big deal to Jonah, but to Will she was just another woman. She spied the bottles and stopped.

"Not what you usually drink," she commented. He looked down at the wine and stuttered.

"Um, uh, yeah. My friend is getting married on the weekend." It was scary how good he had gotten at lying. His whole life was a lie.

"Oh, that's great. Hope you have fun." She smiled and turned back to the stairs. "See you later Jonah." He almost didn't reply, he wasn't Jonah.

"See ya," he finally said. He walked over and opened the door to his apartment and silence greeted him. There was no light, no laughter, no smile, just Will and the darkness.

"As it should be," he said out loud. Will turned on the lights and headed for the small kitchen. He put one of the bottles into the refrigerator for later and opened the other. He went to his cupboard to find a glass, but soon found that he didn't have glasses suited for wine. Actually, Jonah didn't; all he knew was beer and hard liquor. Will knew the grace and sensuality of a glass of wine. Slightly dejected at his find, or lack there of, Will substituted the wine glass for a liquor glass. Pouring out the ruby red liquid,

Will kicked off his shoes and flopped down on his couch letting go a long held sigh. He sat for a while in the weak lighting from the kitchen and immersed himself in wine. Every sip he took he saw more and more of Sydney and moved farther and further away from Jonah. With every sip he took he hated living in Wisconsin and hated not being able to see Sydney everyday. Even if he wanted, he had nothing of her but the memory. He had left all his things, and hers, with his old life. Will soon found himself sitting on the floor staring through the half empty wine bottle, the green tint distorting and reflecting the weak light causing the bottle to appear like it was glowing from within. Thinking about her was torturing him. He needed to see her with his own eyes. He needed to know if she was okay. He needed to know so that he could move on. Not even bothering to pour the rest of the wine, Will picked up the bottle and finished off the rest of the contents. He would see her.

TBC...

yay, part I finished! R&R