3 Years?

Author's Notes: Okay, this is my first Alias fic, but I've written some JAG ones, so I'm not new to the world of fanfiction. Ummm. . .this idea came to me as I was watching the season 2 finale. I think that each chapter is going to be a different POV, and it's kinda AU, because in my fic, Will died *sobs *. Depressing I know, but I think that somewhere down the road I needed it to be like that. . .I can't remember. Anyways, please review, and tell me what you thought, and if I should keep on writing Alias!

Sydney's POV

I just sit there staring at him, willing myself not to look at the ring. 3 years? How did this even happen? I mean, the last thing that I remember is fighting with Francie. . . no not Francie, someone else. I don't know who she was, but God she looked so much like her.

I remember killing her, then collapsing on the floor. The next thing that I know, I'm in Hong Kong, staring at my boyfriend, the man I love, now a married man. 3 years?

It's such a long time. I don't know what to do. . . 3 years past like the blink of an eye. Where did it go? Where the hell have I been? Who did this to me? I have so many questions and no answers. And what's killing me is that I might never have the answers.

"Syd?" I hear him calling out to me. I love him so much but. . . He moved on. Which is what I would've wanted him to do. I look into his eyes, and I see how guilty he feels. "Sydney?" He puts his hands over mine, and that just unleashes the flood. I lean into him, and he gathers me into his arms. I can smell her on his jacket. That only makes me sob harder. What if he has a kid? What does my resurfacing mean to him? I just feel so safe in his arms. I can't believe that it's been three years since he's held me.

I pull back slowly, soaking up his face. He looks almost the same; maybe a few more worry lines. He's looking into my eyes, caressing my face, staring at me, still trying to believe I'm here. "Michael?" I whisper.

He smiles at me. "You never call me Michael." I smile back at him. "God, I can't believe you're here." He whispers. I bite my lip, trying not to cry. "I came to your apartment that morning and found," He paused. "Her on the floor, dead. Then I found Will in the tub. But I couldn't find you. My world. . .It just collapsed. We verified the blood on the wall was yours, and . . .I died a bit inside Syd." It's breaking my heart to see him like this.

"Who is she?" I ask timidly. I don't really want to know, but I can't help it.

"You met her once." He replies quietly. "Her name is Natalie." I recognize the name, but can't match a face to it. "She helped me through. . . everything. She's been great. We've been married for three months." He looked down.

"She's lucky." I say. I can't think of anything else. I wish that I was her so badly. For things to be like they were before this happened. I lean into his embrace again.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Author's Notes continued: Okay, I know that that was really short, but I think that all of them are gonna be like that. I have a few more chapters planned, for Vaughn, Natalie, and Jack's POV. Oh BTW, Natalie is someone that I made up, I'm not sure if she exists. Okay, please tell me what you guys think! Like I said, tell me if you think that I should continue this story!