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Waiting (Part II)
By Rebecca

Summary: This story takes place during Sydney's missing two years and it is from Will's point of view in the witness protection program.
Rating: So far G-PG, it might go up to PG-13, but it will be a mild PG-13.
Spoilers: Anyone who has not finished Season 2 should not read this.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, except the small ones, like Will's friends. I am not making a profit off this story, I am writing it to show my two loves, Alias and writing. If you feel I am overstepping any copyright guidelines, please let me know.

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A loud knock on his door brought Will back to the present. Lord, his head hurt. He had to pause for a minute, before he could realize what the sound was, he let out a low moan and sunk back onto the couch. The knock came once again and, after a moment, Will heard the knocker walk away. Will closed his eyes again, trying to recall a happy memory of Sydney. Pieces of memory flashed through his brain, a picnic, a walk on the beach, but they all seemed to flit away before he could grasp them. His mind continued to return to the fact Syd was dead, dead and never coming back. A loud noise made Will spin the direction of his door. Two figures stood side by side in the doorway, one nodded to the other and one of the figures walked away. Will's vision was blurry, partly from the beer and partly because her wasn't wearing his glasses. Will's hand blindly searched for his glasses, before finding them and putting them one, he blinked as his eyes adjusted, one figure got closer, Will could see it was Matt.

"Jonah, man, Jonah are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Will nodded, "Fine."

Matt looked around the apartment, and his gaze came to rest on the six empty beer bottles that rested on the table, he groaned, "Six, man? Six? We should take you to the hospital."

"I'm fine." Will protested, struggling to sit up and his spinning head forced him to lay back against the couch.

"You are not fine!"

"Matt, I can handle six beers, I process liquor well-"

"That's not what I mean." Matt interrupted angrily, then his voice became softer, "No woman is worth this, Jo, worth what you are putting yourself through."

"She is." Will's voice was barely a whisper.

"But she's dead, man, and no amount of you staying home on Friday nights getting wasted is going to bring her back."

Matt stood up and took the beer bottles to the kitchen, Will leaned back trying to ease the throbbing in his head and was immediately sucked into another memory, the memory of when Will first told Matt about Sydney.

He couldn't use her name, of course, before he went into witness protection, he was extensively briefed on what he could and couldn't say. What he couldn't say: Anything about his past life. What he could say: Nothing. That wasn't to say he wasn't allowed to speak, but any stories about his past life he was forced to memorize. But finally, one night after six months Will broke down and told Matt the real reason he avoided women.

***Flashback***

Matt flopped back on the couch, resting his feet on the table, he popped open two beers, handing one to Will.

"We could be in a bar now, man. Surrounded by beautiful woman, instead we are stuck here. Why Jo?"

Will shrugged and took a deep swig of the beer, "She stabbed me man, it's a little hard to get over."

Will remembered how Sydney told him the worst part of her job was lying, lying to friends, family, to the people who mattered most in his life. He took another swig of beer, hoping that the alcohol would wipe Sydney's sweet face from his mind.

"Bull Sh*t!" said Matt, "That sort of crap works with Neal and George, but not with me. You forget Jo, I grew up around a pack of women, you become really good at reading people. Why don't you like to come to the bar?"

Will took another deep breath, then let it out. That did it. He was sick of the lying, sick of the pretending, he wanted to tell someone about his feelings for Sydney. He wouldn't tell him anything about her, her last name, how he knew her, anything that could link her or him to the CIA.

"Her name was Sydney."

"Sydney?"

Will almost shocked himself with the easy way Sydney's fabricated history rolled off his tongue, "We met freshman year in college, we were both on the track team. She was... beautiful and we quickly became friends. I always wanted us to have, to be something more... but she never felt the same way about me." Will took another swig and shook his head, "I still can't get her out of mind."

"What happened to her?"

"She got married to a man she worked with, moved to the 'burbs, had two-and-a-half kids, a dog, the whole nine yards."

"Man," both Will and Matt were quiet for a moment, then Matt placed his beer on the table, his Will's knee and said, "We are going to go out and get you laid."

Will groaned, "Matt-"

"I'm serious, Jo. I don't know how long it has been since you got laid, but it had been too long."

***End Flashback***

"You thinking about Sydney again?" Matt returned with a beer for himself and a glass of water for Will.

Will nodded.

Matt shook his hard, "Love bites, man."

Will and Matt sat in silence, finishing their drinks.

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[ Read Part III ]

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Please tell me what you think of my story and if I should continue. Any input, good or bad would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks-Rebecca
rebecbro27[at]hotmail.com


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