When A Heart Breaks

This is my new fic that I had to write down, even if I have like three other’s that need updating. No worries, I will update all of them and I haven’t forgotten or stopped.

This story tells what happens when a supposedly dead Nadia Santos returns after three years of captivity to find that her husband Eric Weiss has married someone else.



When A Heart Breaks


CHAPTER 1

“For as long as there is breath left in my body, my son will not be named after a fruit, a basketball player or a porn star,” a very pregnant Rachel Gibson-Weiss mockingly complained to her husband of seven months, Eric Weiss. The two were having dinner at Sydney and Vaughn’s house and now the topic had turned to naming the Weiss’s unborn baby boy.

“Ron is my uncle’s name and honestly I have never even seen a Ron Jeremy film in my life,” Eric responded and took another sip of his beer. Now that Rachel was pregnant and not drinking any alcohol, he had a permanent designated driver as he had humorously noted on many occasions.

“Your uncle’s name is Raymond and you owned a large Ron Jeremy video collection when we were in college. It’s not nice to lie to the woman who is carrying your child,” Michael said while eyeing his best friend with a laugh.

Sydney had been quiet for some time now, she had just watched the threesome interact with each other. These nights where harder for her than she would have ever thought. Every time Eric was present, she couldn’t help but to think about her sister Nadia who had died almost three years ago on her and Eric’s honeymoon in Tahiti.

She liked Rachel and was thankful of her to helping Eric through his grief and making him smile again. Still she couldn’t help herself in picturing what this scene would look like if her baby sister had been allowed to live and spend the rest of her life with the man she loved.

She looked at Michael who was telling Rachel a funny story from Eric’s college days to the embarrassment of his friend who protested and tried blocking his wife’s ears with his hands. After losing her sister, Sydney had made a promise to live every moment of her life to the fullest and only then, she truly got what having Michael meant to her.

She treasured all those memories she had of her baby sister, she missed her laughter, her smile and her winning personality. Nadia had been taken away from her way too soon and in her sorrow, Sydney had watched Eric and Nadia’s wedding video many times now just to see her sister at her most happiest.

Her musing ended when she could hear her daughter Isabelle’s cry through the baby monitor. As she was getting up, Eric intervened and asked if he could possibly sooth his goddaughter to get some practice before his own child was born. Sydney agreed in a heartbeat and watched the raven-haired man go to the other room to tend for her and Michael’s five-month old daughter.

Michael and Rachel were deep in conversation and Sydney didn’t want to interrupt. She excused herself and followed to the nursery. She watched in fascination when Eric was changing her daughter’s diaper and making funny faces in an effort to stop Isabelle’s crying. Sydney was positive that he’d be a great dad to his son when he was born in a few months time, she was just sad that Nadia didn’t have a change to have children, like she had desperately wanted.

“Sydney, your phone is ringing,” Rachel said as she interrupted Sydney’s thoughts and handed the other woman a cell phone. As Sydney answered, Rachel waddled back to the dining room where Michael was clearing the table.

“Something major came up, I need you to come right now to the office. Take Michael with you and see if you can reach Weiss, this is incredibly urgent,” came the voice of her father Jack Bristow on the other end of the line before she could even say hello.

“Eric is here with me, we are having dinner. We’ll be there in a moment,” Sydney said changing back to agent mode and gestured to Eric to put Isabelle back to her crib. Something in her dad’s voice scared her, it was the same one he had used when Nadia had died.

“You need to get going? Something big is going down? Don’t worry about a babysitter, I’ll stay and watch Isabelle. I’m on maternity leave and Eric won’t let me anywhere near the CIA in fear that I might want to get back to work.” Rachel noted with understanding and Sydney nodded to her direction in gratitude.

In an anticipating silence, the three agents exited the house and made their way to the car. Michael sat in the driver’s seat while Eric had called shotgun and was sitting in the passengers seat. Sydney took a familiar seat in the backseat of the car, she never managed to get the shotgun position, Weiss always called it before she could even think about the seating arrangement.
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Jack Bristow was on pins and needles standing outside of a hospital room watching what was happening inside. There sat a very much alive Nadia Santos who was being examined by the doctors. He hadn’t fully wrapped his head around that the dark-haired woman was indeed present in the room and his eyes were not deceiving him. When he had gotten the call, he had been sure that someone was playing a cruel trick on him. He had after all comforted both his daughter and wife during her funeral three years ago and accompanied Irina to visit her gravesite on birthdays, holidays and other special occasions.

Irina was sitting next to her daughter’s bedside, not taking her eyes off of Nadia. She looked happy, confused, elated and tired while half-listening the doctor’s words, the man in the white coat couldn’t say anything that would have been more important than getting to see her daughter alive again.

After Nadia’s ’death’, Irina had felt closest to Jack than she had in years and they had found common ground. All those supposedly buried feelings had surfaced and today they were more in love and in sync with each other than ever. Even in her years as Laura Bristow, Irina hadn’t felt this connected to the man who had fathered her oldest daughter.

Irina hadn’t heard of Nadia’s father Arvin Sloane for years now, he had attended the funeral and then vanished. She suspected that the man had something to do with Nadia’s supposed death and captivity. If anyone could pull it off, it would be Sloane, who changed allegiances more often than Julian Sark did and his only real loyalty lay with Rambaldi. If indeed Sloane was behind this, she would kill him with her bare hands even after her jump to the good side. No one who put her family through that kind of agony deserved to live in Irina’s opinion.

Jack heard a familiar pair of footsteps approaching and without taking his eyes off of Nadia and Irina, he could tell that those belonged to his daughter. Jack had arranged that only Sydney was allowed to enter the part of the building where Nadia was currently being held. She needed to be told first and after that Michael and Weiss could enter. Although Eric was technically Nadia’s husband, he was in a tough position in Jack’s mind and his arrival would hurt the raven-haired woman more than help. Eric had after all moved on with his life and not so long ago, ’married’ someone else who was carrying his child. He couldn’t provide Nadia the unwavering support she needed right now. He had other priorities, like a very pregnant ‘wife’ at home.

Sydney noticed her father standing looking at something with deep concentration and her curiosity was overwhelming. She neared her father and the sight that welcomed her felt out of this world. Her dead sister laying in a hospital bed holding hands with her mother and being examined.

She reached her father and collapsed in his arms. This couldn’t be true, Nadia was dead, she couldn’t be in this building. Jack catched his daughter and held her close. He supported her and kissed her brunette locks that had been pulled to a sloppy ponytail.

Sydney opened and closed her eyes a couple of times and breathed in and out to stop herself from passing out. This is what Michael must of felt when she had turned up alive in Hong Kong seven years ago. If this really was Nadia, she was never going to let her out of her sight ever again.

“I know you must be suspicious and confused as we buried your sister three years ago but I did the testing myself and this is really Nadia Santos. She knew things only the real Nadia could have known so I’m completely convinced this is not a double.” Jack said with conviction. In his mind, there was no doubt about the identity of the woman who was found in rural Argentina.

Sydney nodded in understanding and left her father’s arms to enter the room where someone she had grieved and reminiscenced sat almost peacefully. She opened the door with shaky hands and immediately as she entered, she rushed to Nadia’s side and enveloped her in a bone-crushing hug.

“I missed you more than you will never know. You must have millions of questions and I have some of my own,” Sydney said with tears in her eyes as she finally after several minutes entangled herself from Nadia.

“Where’s Eric? Why isn’t he here? I want to see my husband, nobody has told me where he is and if he’s okay. Please Sydney, go find out why I’m not allowed to see him,” Nadia said with a begging voice. Hugging Sydney this tightly felt better than she had fantasized during her captivity, but she needed to know where the man she loved was. He was the one she had been the most worried about, Nadia knew both Irina and Sydney were life’s ultimate survivors and could handle anything that was thrown in their path, but Eric had not been carved from the same mold as her sister and mother.

Sydney paused, not knowing what to respond. She didn’t know how to tell her sister that even thought Eric was just downstairs, he had moved on and another woman now called herself Mrs. Weiss.

“He’s fine, he and Michael are here as well. I’m sure you can see him soon.” Sydney comforted and hated herself for lying to Nadia who was now looking at her with tears falling from her dark eyes. She cowered out and didn’t tell Nadia the real reason why her husband hadn’t been the first one there.

“You know, thinking about Eric kept me sane all this time and I fell asleep thinking that I needed to get back to my husband because he needed me as much as I needed him. No one has ever needed my the way he needed me. I would look at my ring and remember the time he asked me to marry him.

~~
Flashback

Four and a half years ago; Los Angeles, California

After a tiring day at work, Nadia Santos was quite happy to be going home, to a place she shared with her boyfriend of 10 months Eric Weiss. He had left work earlier today and would no doubted be home. She opened the front door and to her surprise, she was welcomed in by the tunes of ’When A Man Loves A Woman’ and pink rose petals had been scattered everywhere. Eric appeared from the dining room carrying white orchids which he handed to her with a kiss.

Nadia was surprised and didn’t know what to think or say. She kissed him back hungrily and felt her heart start beating multiple times faster when he suddenly kneeled in front of her.

“I know we haven’t dated all that long, but you have made me the happiest man alive and I can’t live without you. Nadia Santos, the woman of my dreams and the woman that I love, will you be my wife?” Eric said and took something sparkling out of his pocket. It was platinum ring with a heart shaped diamond in the middle of it.

“Yes, yes, yes, I’ll marry you. I love you,” Nadia responded with tears of joy in her eyes and captured Eric’s face to kiss him deeply. Eric stood and lifted his new fiancée to his arms and carried her to their bedroom that he had decorated with candles and flowers to celebrate. He had been almost a 100 percent sure that she would say yes, so everything had been ready for a nigh of passion.

~~


Sydney exchanged looks with her father through the glass and he gave a nod, meaning Eric was on his way here. She feared that Nadia was too fragile to find out abut her husband new life and new baby, but this was something she couldn’t keep from her sister. She brazed herself and took a hold of Nadia’s hand and squeezing it lovingly and reassuringly. Together, they would be strong and Sydney was going to help her through this.



To be continued...

Next chapter: a Eric/Nadia reunion and Rachel finds out.
 
She treasured all those memories she had of her baby sister, she missed her laughter, her smile and her winning personality. Nadia had been taken away from her way too soon and in her sorrow, Sydney had watched Eric and Nadia’s wedding video many times now just to see her sister at her most happiest.
aww i love the Syd/Nadia moment. :love:
 
I love this...
I feel sorry for what The three of them (Nadia, Weiss and Rachel) are about to go through...but Nadia is still weiss' wife and that leaves Rachel pregnant and unmarried...Hopefully in the end it will be Nadia and Weiss, but I can't wait to see what you have planned...
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She opened the door with shaky hands and immediately as she entered, she rushed to Nadia’s side and enveloped her in a bone-crushing hug.

“I missed you more than you will never know. You must have millions of questions and I have some of my own,” Sydney said with tears in her eyes as she finally after several minutes entangled herself from Nadia.

“Where’s Eric? Why isn’t he here? I want to see my husband, nobody has told me where he is and if he’s okay. Please Sydney, go find out why I’m not allowed to see him,” Nadia said with a begging voice. Hugging Sydney this tightly felt better than she had fantasized during her captivity, but she needed to know where the man she loved was. He was the one she had been the most worried about, Nadia knew both Irina and Sydney were life’s ultimate survivors and could handle anything that was thrown in their path, but Eric had not been carved from the same mold as her sister and mother.

Sydney paused, not knowing what to respond. She didn’t know how to tell her sister that even thought Eric was just downstairs, he had moved on and another woman now called herself Mrs. Weiss.

“He’s fine, he and Michael are here as well. I’m sure you can see him soon.” Sydney comforted and hated herself for lying to Nadia who was now looking at her with tears falling from her dark eyes. She cowered out and didn’t tell Nadia the real reason why her husband hadn’t been the first one there.

“You know, thinking about Eric kept me sane all this time and I fell asleep thinking that I needed to get back to my husband because he needed me as much as I needed him. No one has ever needed my the way he needed me. I would look at my ring and remember the time he asked me to marry him.
ah. . .Theres gonna be so much for angst. . .And i so looking forward to reading it!
Thank you so much for writing this!
I really really love it! :woot: :jump:
 
Thanks guys so much for the reviews. I so appreciate them, being that I'm a reviews whore ;).


sydneymicheal
:I haven't decided yet on how the love triangle will end and I'm very open to suggestions.

NadiaSantosFan: Yep this will be very angsty. Thanks Zoey for the compement :hug:

I really don't like Rachel as a character and I usually write her in a very negative light, but I now she's going to be likeable. Even if writing her as such pains me :D
 
I guess the sister are more alike then anyone could guess. At least Nadia knows that she was gon for few years so she don't initial shock. And she don't have dead friends. On the other side Weiss wasn't her boyfriend but a hubbby. And they were just married. And his wife is pregnant with his child...
I don't know which situation is worst :thinking:
But could you add me to Pm list? Please :smiley:

Ally :angelic:
 
PleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePlease
update!!!
I really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really love this fic. .
And im sorry for getting so expressive. (n)
 
When A Heart Breaks

CHAPTER 2


“What do you think all of this is about? It’s strange that no one is telling us anything. And do you see all the looks people have been giving us since we got her?” Eric Weiss asked curiously from his best friend Michael Vaughn. They had been directed in an empty office where the duo had been sitting for a while now.

Michael didn’t get a change to respond when a agent came in to the room to inform the two men that they were needed upstairs. After sharing puzzled looks, Eric and Michael exited the room and made their way to the same direction Sydney had went 45 minutes earlier.

Neither man spoke, choosing to just remain silent for the 3 minute elevator ride. Michael had a bad suspicion while Eric sent a text message to Rachel to inform her that he was still at the office and this would probably take time, so she could just get comfortable in Michael and Sydney’s guest room and get some sleep.

Michael entered first and noticed Jack staring at Eric with an unreadable expression. He then saw his wife holding hands with her mother and a familiar looking raven-haired woman. Nadia. That revelation hit him like a ton of bricks.

Eric was distracted and his mind was still with the woman he had married seven months ago and their unborn baby boy. He didn’t notice his best friend stopping in mid-walk and continued to make his way to where Jack was standing.

Only after Jack put a hand to his shoulder, he refocused on the scene in front of him. Jack Bristow didn’t show emotions and affection, the last time he had touched his shoulder in the same manner was at Nadia’s funeral, so it came as a huge surprise.

“Eric…You came,” said a voice Eric would have recognized anywhere. It was Nadia’s voice and in no time a petite body was slammed into his with such force it almost knocked the wind out of him.

Eric hadn’t fully gotten his head around that his deceased wife was hugging him when she pressed her lips into his and gave him a searing kiss that it felt like a powerful electric shock had just cursed through him. He was hallucinating, he had to be hallucination, Eric thought to himself. But if this truly was all in his head, it felt pretty damn real and he would be in dire need of a lift to the funny farm.

“I’m alive, I’m here and I will never leave you again. I love you,” Nadia said after releasing Eric’s lips from hers. He remained quiet, in a loss for words. Not that there were any universally accepted things to say to a woman who he had married and buried three years ago.

Nadia took Eric’s hand into hers and started giving his fingers baby kisses. She stopped when she noticed the unfamiliar ring in her husbands left ring finger. It was a simple, golden band while the ring she had slipped onto his finger on their wedding day had been a wider platinum one. Before she could ask about the ring, he spoke to her for the first time in almost three years.

“There is something I want you to understand. I never stopped loving you or thinking about you. You were always in my mind and my heart. Then something happened and I was feeling happy again. I never thought I could be again, but she made me feel alive and made the bad memories seemed distant…” Eric said choking back tears. He needed to tell her, he needed her to understand.

“You are with someone else. You didn‘t wait for me after all, did you?” came Nadia’s sad reply and she pulled away from him fighting back tears that had started erupting.

“I thought you were dead. I buried you with the teddy bear I gave you for valentine’s day and our wedding photo. I thought I would never see you again.” Eric started but then knew there weren’t anything he could have said to her to make this less of an impossible situation.

“I was your wife and I have been gone less than three years and already you’ve found someone else. Where did you find her, possibly my funeral. Did I really mean that little to you after all?” Nadia asked acidly. She didn’t care about being fare or placing herself into his shoes. She wanted him to admit to still loving her and leaving who ever it was that had made herself comfortable in the life of her husband.

“You meant everything for me. I thought I wasn’t going to survive without you, but I did thanks to her. I loved you so much it hurt mentally and physically to never be able to kiss or make love to you again. She came into my life and I love her. Her name is Rachel and she’s pregnant with my child,” Eric said desperately trying to make her see that it wasn’t a easy thing for him. He hadn’t entered into a relationship with another woman on a whim.

Nadia felt sick to her stomach, her husband was having a child with someone else. He wasn’t going to leave her, she wasn’t going to get him back. Those were the thought that swirled inside her head in a dizzying speed.

“Tell me that this is all a dream and we can go home to continue the life that was stolen from us. Please, Eric, tell me that,” Nadia said looking deep into his eyes again. She felt dizzy and confused. This hadn’t been the reunion she had imagined in her head in those years of captivity.

“I would give anything to make this better, but I can’t leave my child. He is innocent in all of this and he’s my flesh and blood. I love you and I always will, but he‘s my son,” Eric said with tears now openly pouring from his eyes. He wanted to take Nadia into his arms and never let her out of his sight again, but he had someone else that depended on him now. It didn’t matter what he wanted, Rachel and his son’s needs were now more important. It almost literally killed him to tell that to the woman he was still madly in love with.

Sydney had chosen that time to intervene in the conversation. Things were heating up and Nadia looked very frail. She took her place next to her sister and hugged her tightly.

“You need to rest. You have gone through major drama and you’re not going to get the answers you need tonight. Tomorrow will be a new day to work everything out.” Sydney said gently guiding Nadia to the bed and taking a seat next to the bed.

Eric read Sydney’s expression loud and clear. He needed to go now. He looked at Nadia for a moment, needing to memorize everything about her appearance and the way she was laying in the sterile sheets.

--

Sydney had succeeded in making Nadia to go to sleep for at least a little while. When she had known for sure that her sister was sleeping, she had went to call Michael, who told her that he and Eric were driving around L.A just so he could be rational before talking to Rachel.

Sydney returned, hoping to find Nadia sleeping peacefully, but that wasn’t the case. She was sitting in the bed, looking at Sydney with pleading eyes.

“Tell me what happened after my so-called death. Did he just start dating someone like I never even existed? I am still his wife and he didn‘t even want to stay here with me tonight,” Nadia asked, needing to find out the truth.

“He would have stayed if you would have asked. He was broken and miserable for a long time after we all though you were dead. After your funeral, Eric took a month off of work to spend it in Argentina where you had grown up, to feel closer to you. He didn’t forget you, it wasn’t easy for him to move on. 15 months after, he came to me and asked was he betraying your memory if he took a new CIA recruit to dinner. The after a while, he asked was he being selfish to want to marry again.” Sydney tried explaining, but knowing there really wasn’t anything she could have said to make the pain her sister was feeling to go away.

“What was their wedding like? Was Michael the best man, did his mother fuss about the wedding arrangements, did he serenade her during the reception? Nadia asked in rapid speed, she just needed to know. It hurt her so badly, but if she didn’t know what happened, she could never fully understand it.

“They got married at the beach in Malibu. Neither was wearing any shoes and she walked to the aisle to the tune of ’I Can’t Live Without Your Love’. It was a small, simple ceremony reserved only for those closest to them.” Sydney said climbing to bed and embracing Nadia tightly and stroking her long, black hair. Nadia was now openly crying, imagining her husband promising to love, honor and obey another woman.

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Michael had driven the car in silence, leaving his best friend alone with his thoughts. There really wasn’t anything he could have told him to make the situation easier. After aimlessly driving for a while, they had reached the house that Michael and Sydney shared together. There was a light buring in the living room and another in the guest room, which was a clear indicator that Rachel was still awake.

Eric cautiously entered the house and made his way to the guest room. There in the bed lay the woman who wasn’t his wife after all. He was still technically married to Nadia. Rachel looked peaceful, she was reading a book and scrunching her nose in a gesture that he found endlessly cute. She looked up and smiled at him in that way that always affected him.

Eric signed and removed his shoes before laying next to Rachel. He kissed her gently on the lips and then focused all of his attention on to her growing baby bump. He had taken up singing and reading for the baby before going to bed at night. He pressed his head on her stomach gently and started softly rubbing her belly.

“What happened at work? You’re not yourself tonight. Is it something bad? Please tell me,” Rachel said in a worried tone while stroking his hair.

“Nadia is alive,” was Eric’s response and he looked up directly into Rachel’s eyes when he dropped the bomb that had now turned all of their lives upside down in a matter of hours.


To be continued…

Next chapter: Rachel’s reaction and Nadia thinks about her life.
 
Aww. . . .I feel so bad for Nadia. . .
And. . .I dont know why but i just cant help but not feel sorry for Eric. .
I mean how could he move on in just 15months!! :angry:
 
All I can say is WOW!!!
Can't wait to see how Rachel reacts...
Eric is in a diffcult position...He seems to want to still be with Nadia whom he loves depserately,
but he has a responsibilty to Rachel and their unborn child...I think the biggest problem is that he might be able to be happy with Rachel, but not truly as happy as he could be with Nadia...
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