Sydney Bristow 2300844
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<span style='font-size:19pt;line-height:100%'>We Were Partners
A/N: I don't own any of the 'real' characters, they belong to JJ Abrams, ABC, etc. But I do own the characters I make up.
A/N/N: Please R&R (read and review) I have some more chapters written and I will not continue this story unless I get 5 reviews at least.
<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>~*~Chapter One~*~</span>
We were partners. That’s the thing that hurts. We were partners. Not just on the countless missions we went on together, but in life. It was like we were meant to be together. Was. Not any more. All because of some stupid little mistake I made.
She told me I lost faith. She was right. And as much as it hurts to admit that she was right yet again, I do. I do. Those words haunt me. Those were the two simple little words that change everyone’s life. Those were the words that, over two years ago, I imagined saying them in front of all of our family and friends and to Sydney. Not to Lauren Reed. But I said them to Lauren Reed.
That day was one of the worst days of my life. It was tied for the Grand Prize with the day of Sydney’s funeral. When she died, I died too. I don’t know if she realizes this. I know I do and I regret every single second I spent with Lauren.
When Sydney came back from the dead, eight months ago, I looked for an excuse to file for divorce. I tried everything. I came home late, I drank, I went on mission after mission, and everything I could think of to claim that my marriage wasn’t working.
Then, one day, that reason came. Sydney told me that she thought Lauren was the mole. I didn’t listen. Jack came to talk to me. I didn’t listen to him either. The next night, I found a suitcase with a false bottom. In it, was a wig, fake passport, and a gun.
I have no idea how Sydney can deal with this every single day of her life. Had I been in her position, I would’ve gone crazy already. But she hasn’t. After all she’s been through, she still manages to get up in the morning. She’s dealt with every single thing that could happen to you. A mother that faked her death, a father that didn’t care about her, a dead fiancé, a dead boyfriend that also tried to kill her, a best friend dead, a best friend in Witness Protection, and two years that she doesn’t have any memory of. And that’s just her personal life.
She was right. She’s always right. I lost faith. She was right about Lauren too. And yet, somehow she finds it in her heart to forgive me. She’s a good person. And that’s what kills me. The fact that because of some stupid, careless decision I made, she’s in pain. But it’ll be over soon. I’m going to get some closure. </span>
A/N: I don't own any of the 'real' characters, they belong to JJ Abrams, ABC, etc. But I do own the characters I make up.
A/N/N: Please R&R (read and review) I have some more chapters written and I will not continue this story unless I get 5 reviews at least.
<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>~*~Chapter One~*~</span>
We were partners. That’s the thing that hurts. We were partners. Not just on the countless missions we went on together, but in life. It was like we were meant to be together. Was. Not any more. All because of some stupid little mistake I made.
She told me I lost faith. She was right. And as much as it hurts to admit that she was right yet again, I do. I do. Those words haunt me. Those were the two simple little words that change everyone’s life. Those were the words that, over two years ago, I imagined saying them in front of all of our family and friends and to Sydney. Not to Lauren Reed. But I said them to Lauren Reed.
That day was one of the worst days of my life. It was tied for the Grand Prize with the day of Sydney’s funeral. When she died, I died too. I don’t know if she realizes this. I know I do and I regret every single second I spent with Lauren.
When Sydney came back from the dead, eight months ago, I looked for an excuse to file for divorce. I tried everything. I came home late, I drank, I went on mission after mission, and everything I could think of to claim that my marriage wasn’t working.
Then, one day, that reason came. Sydney told me that she thought Lauren was the mole. I didn’t listen. Jack came to talk to me. I didn’t listen to him either. The next night, I found a suitcase with a false bottom. In it, was a wig, fake passport, and a gun.
I have no idea how Sydney can deal with this every single day of her life. Had I been in her position, I would’ve gone crazy already. But she hasn’t. After all she’s been through, she still manages to get up in the morning. She’s dealt with every single thing that could happen to you. A mother that faked her death, a father that didn’t care about her, a dead fiancé, a dead boyfriend that also tried to kill her, a best friend dead, a best friend in Witness Protection, and two years that she doesn’t have any memory of. And that’s just her personal life.
She was right. She’s always right. I lost faith. She was right about Lauren too. And yet, somehow she finds it in her heart to forgive me. She’s a good person. And that’s what kills me. The fact that because of some stupid, careless decision I made, she’s in pain. But it’ll be over soon. I’m going to get some closure. </span>
Keep up the good work.