Maybe Tomorrow
Title: Maybe Tomorrow
Rating: PG
Summary: What happened to Will after The Telling. Yes, it is a songfic (lyrics by Avril Lavigne), but I urge you to give it a chance because the story could stand alone without them. I just rather like the effect.
And I wanna believe you
When you tell me that it’ll be okay
Yeah I try to believe you
But I don’t
Heavy.
Dark.
He forces himself to blink, but it’s so hard . . .
Images - quick - flash through his mind - notreal - fake - not - Francie - dorenage - phone - callsyd - knife -
Knife.
“Sydney! Sydney! Help Sydney!”
Feels hands on him-“Shhh, Will- it’s all right, Will-”
“SYDNEY!”
He fights to open his eyes- struggles to bring up his head but it’s too heavy-
Sydney - Sydney . . .
dark.
* * * *
Opens his eyes slowly this time. Heaviness not so much there. Slowly, he sits up. Looks around.
There’s a woman- a nurse. And there’s Jack. There’s Sydney’s dad.
“Jack,” he mumbles, “Jack, Sydney’s in trouble, Francie, she isn’t Francie, she’s the double. I tried to tell Sydney.” He feels tears in his eyes, breathes harder and tries to stop from raising his voice- “Oh, God, Jack, it’s my fault, oh my God-” he starts sobbing. “Sydney doesn’t know.”
Jack watches him- can’t stop looking- wondering-
“Will. It’s all right. We have the double.”
Will looks up at him, tears streaking, doesn’t say a word.
“Sydney got your warning.”
He swallows back. “So-she’s safe? Sydney’s safe?”
Jack hesitates.
Will starts breathing hard again. “Oh, God, she’s dead, isn’t she? Oh, my God-” he buries his head again.
“We don’t know that. We don’t-know.”
Will looks up again, bewildered.
Jack takes a deep breath. “We don’t know where she is. She disappeared-that night. She fought the double, nearly killed her.”
Will is silent.
“How long have I been asleep?” he asks finally.
“Nearly a month.”
Will draws a sharp breath.
Then he remembers-
“Francie-the real Francie-she’s dead . . . ?”
Jack looks away, and back straight into Will’s eyes. “It’s likely.”
When you say that it’s gonna be
It always turns out to be a different way
I try to believe you
Not today . . . . .
“I understand how you must be feeling now.”
Will just looks at him, long and hard.
“Because I’m experiencing that same pain, however hard that is for you to imagine.”
He never expected Jack to say it - say that.
“I’m coming back to see you tomorrow, to talk about the options that you have, choices you will need to make. I suggest you get some sleep.” He turns and leaves the room.
I don’t know how I’ll feel
Tomorrow, tomorrow
I don’t know what to say
Tomorrow, tomorrow is a different day
He wakes, slowly. This time he remembers where he is.
He looks around-sees flowers. Sees a small red box next to them. He picks it up and reads the attached card:
Dear Will-
We all really miss you! Hope you feel better soon.
-Carrie Bowman
He almost smiles and removes the lid. Four truffles.
He calls to a woman, “Hey, um, do you know . . . could I have one of these?”
It’s always been up to you
It’s turning around, it’s up to me
I’m gonna do what I have to do
Just don’t . . .
“The last is that you could enter the Witness Protection Program.”
Will sits up more. Silent, thinking. “Would I ever see my sister, or my parents?” he asks, knowing the answer.
He receives it.
Sighs.
“I’m just . . . I’m gonna need time.”
Give me a little time
Leave me alone a little while
Maybe it’s not too late
Not today . . .
Found a body today -
They’re gonna cremate her - spread her ashes at sea.
He’s just numb.
I don’t know how I’ll feel
Tomorrow, tomorrow
I don’t know what to say
Tomorrow, tomorrow is a different day
He wasn’t supposed to come -
And I know I’m not ready
Maybe tomorrow.
yet here he is. Together as one with them all, watching Sydney - Sydney, floating away by the breeze.
* * * *
He takes his seat.
They offer him something, says he just wants a glass of water, that’s all.
He gazes out the window, gazes at the near-deserted expanse of hard concrete.
It begins moving forward, moving faster, moving up . . . leaving behind this place- leaving his life - leaving Sydney----away, away, away . . .
And I wanna believe you
When you tell me that it’ll be okay
I try to believe you
Not today . . .
A/N: I do not own Alias.
I have always loved Will, since the beginning, and I HATE seeing him like this. But it had been torturing me for days and I just had to get it out. I have not, so far, seen a post-Telling Will, and I think the song used, Avril Lavigne’s “Tomorrow,” went along perfectly.
Rating: PG
Summary: What happened to Will after The Telling. Yes, it is a songfic (lyrics by Avril Lavigne), but I urge you to give it a chance because the story could stand alone without them. I just rather like the effect.
And I wanna believe you
When you tell me that it’ll be okay
Yeah I try to believe you
But I don’t
Heavy.
Dark.
He forces himself to blink, but it’s so hard . . .
Images - quick - flash through his mind - notreal - fake - not - Francie - dorenage - phone - callsyd - knife -
Knife.
“Sydney! Sydney! Help Sydney!”
Feels hands on him-“Shhh, Will- it’s all right, Will-”
“SYDNEY!”
He fights to open his eyes- struggles to bring up his head but it’s too heavy-
Sydney - Sydney . . .
dark.
* * * *
Opens his eyes slowly this time. Heaviness not so much there. Slowly, he sits up. Looks around.
There’s a woman- a nurse. And there’s Jack. There’s Sydney’s dad.
“Jack,” he mumbles, “Jack, Sydney’s in trouble, Francie, she isn’t Francie, she’s the double. I tried to tell Sydney.” He feels tears in his eyes, breathes harder and tries to stop from raising his voice- “Oh, God, Jack, it’s my fault, oh my God-” he starts sobbing. “Sydney doesn’t know.”
Jack watches him- can’t stop looking- wondering-
“Will. It’s all right. We have the double.”
Will looks up at him, tears streaking, doesn’t say a word.
“Sydney got your warning.”
He swallows back. “So-she’s safe? Sydney’s safe?”
Jack hesitates.
Will starts breathing hard again. “Oh, God, she’s dead, isn’t she? Oh, my God-” he buries his head again.
“We don’t know that. We don’t-know.”
Will looks up again, bewildered.
Jack takes a deep breath. “We don’t know where she is. She disappeared-that night. She fought the double, nearly killed her.”
Will is silent.
“How long have I been asleep?” he asks finally.
“Nearly a month.”
Will draws a sharp breath.
Then he remembers-
“Francie-the real Francie-she’s dead . . . ?”
Jack looks away, and back straight into Will’s eyes. “It’s likely.”
When you say that it’s gonna be
It always turns out to be a different way
I try to believe you
Not today . . . . .
“I understand how you must be feeling now.”
Will just looks at him, long and hard.
“Because I’m experiencing that same pain, however hard that is for you to imagine.”
He never expected Jack to say it - say that.
“I’m coming back to see you tomorrow, to talk about the options that you have, choices you will need to make. I suggest you get some sleep.” He turns and leaves the room.
I don’t know how I’ll feel
Tomorrow, tomorrow
I don’t know what to say
Tomorrow, tomorrow is a different day
He wakes, slowly. This time he remembers where he is.
He looks around-sees flowers. Sees a small red box next to them. He picks it up and reads the attached card:
Dear Will-
We all really miss you! Hope you feel better soon.
-Carrie Bowman
He almost smiles and removes the lid. Four truffles.
He calls to a woman, “Hey, um, do you know . . . could I have one of these?”
It’s always been up to you
It’s turning around, it’s up to me
I’m gonna do what I have to do
Just don’t . . .
“The last is that you could enter the Witness Protection Program.”
Will sits up more. Silent, thinking. “Would I ever see my sister, or my parents?” he asks, knowing the answer.
He receives it.
Sighs.
“I’m just . . . I’m gonna need time.”
Give me a little time
Leave me alone a little while
Maybe it’s not too late
Not today . . .
Found a body today -
They’re gonna cremate her - spread her ashes at sea.
He’s just numb.
I don’t know how I’ll feel
Tomorrow, tomorrow
I don’t know what to say
Tomorrow, tomorrow is a different day
He wasn’t supposed to come -
And I know I’m not ready
Maybe tomorrow.
yet here he is. Together as one with them all, watching Sydney - Sydney, floating away by the breeze.
* * * *
He takes his seat.
They offer him something, says he just wants a glass of water, that’s all.
He gazes out the window, gazes at the near-deserted expanse of hard concrete.
It begins moving forward, moving faster, moving up . . . leaving behind this place- leaving his life - leaving Sydney----away, away, away . . .
And I wanna believe you
When you tell me that it’ll be okay
I try to believe you
Not today . . .
A/N: I do not own Alias.
I have always loved Will, since the beginning, and I HATE seeing him like this. But it had been torturing me for days and I just had to get it out. I have not, so far, seen a post-Telling Will, and I think the song used, Avril Lavigne’s “Tomorrow,” went along perfectly.