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FIC: Worlds Apart, 1/1
I don't write Alias fic. But this happened, and it wouldn't leave me alone until I'd written it.
TITLE: Worlds Apart
FANDOM: Alias
RATING: PG
PAIRING: None. Weiss-centric
SPOILERS: As far as 3x02, 'Succession', which is as far as I've seen.
SUMMARY: Eric Weiss is an ordinary guy.
Eric Weiss is an ordinary guy. He likes popcorn and hot dogs and football, and sometimes he even watches reality television. He's the sort of guy who helps his friend's ex-girlfriend move into a new apartment while trying to make her feel better about the part where her boyfriend married another woman. He'd even help little old ladies across the street, if he could just find any that needed helping.
He's the sort of guy you'd want to bring home to your mother, but only if you could make sure she wasn't going to ask too many questions. Eric Weiss is careful about questions; casually guarded, with just a hint of defensiveness in his eyes, only noticeable if you look closely enough.
The truth is that really - and Eric Weiss knows this, knows it inevitably with every fibre of his being - he's not as ordinary as he might seem. He's killed people - in the service of his country, for sure, but they're still dead. Some of them probably deserved it, but playing judge, juror and executioner, even after the fact, makes him a little uncomfortable. And so Eric Weiss often falls into a pattern of thinking of himself as a pawn in a giant battle between overwhelming forces. He's a pawn in the battle between good and evil, or so he'd probably like you to think if you ever found out what he does for a living. But you won't find out, ever, because it's just none of your business, and so Eric Weiss never has to explain that it's not as clear cut as black and white, that it's about how pale your shade of grey is.
Eric Weiss has a security clearance level so high he's privy to secrets you'd never dream existed. The information Eric Weiss carries locked up in his body makes him see the world in a different way to you or me. There are threats and fears and possibilities in his world that you couldn't believe in. It's Eric Weiss's world that makes yours possible, although the meaning of this is so huge you might never get your head around it.
Eric Weiss looks like such a nice guy. And that's the thing, he is - unless you count the bodies that lie scattered in his wake. But you'd never think that of him, not now that you've watched him help a woman - a stranger - move her things into an apartment near yours. You're fairly sure they're just friends. He's the sort of guy who'd help a just-friend out like that way.
Her name is Sydney Bristow. You were probably wondering. And, yes, they are just friends. Well, co-workers really. The reason he's being so soliticous (it's not unusual for him to be like this, you know, but there's usually a reason) is that Sydney vanished for two years and reappeared with no memory at all of that time. She returned to a world where one friend was dead and another in witness protection, where her boyfriend was married to another woman and he father was in jail and her worst enemy (which means a hell of a lot more than it did when you were in high school) was apparently on her side. She's lucky to have Eric Weiss, and she's thought it even if he hasn't. He's too busy wishing he could turn back time for her.
That's the sort of guy Eric Weiss is. Nice. Friendly. Supportive. But there's a lot more to him and few people can comprehend that, because few people can comprehend his reality.
He'll never knock on your door and ask you out for coffee, no matter how hard you hope or how many smiles you flash his way. He's too busy juggling his existing friends with the demands of national security and risking his life on a regular basis.
You should probably be grateful. You wouldn't want to find out that sometimes he dreams of the people he's killed.
THE END
TITLE: Worlds Apart
FANDOM: Alias
RATING: PG
PAIRING: None. Weiss-centric
SPOILERS: As far as 3x02, 'Succession', which is as far as I've seen.
SUMMARY: Eric Weiss is an ordinary guy.
Eric Weiss is an ordinary guy. He likes popcorn and hot dogs and football, and sometimes he even watches reality television. He's the sort of guy who helps his friend's ex-girlfriend move into a new apartment while trying to make her feel better about the part where her boyfriend married another woman. He'd even help little old ladies across the street, if he could just find any that needed helping.
He's the sort of guy you'd want to bring home to your mother, but only if you could make sure she wasn't going to ask too many questions. Eric Weiss is careful about questions; casually guarded, with just a hint of defensiveness in his eyes, only noticeable if you look closely enough.
The truth is that really - and Eric Weiss knows this, knows it inevitably with every fibre of his being - he's not as ordinary as he might seem. He's killed people - in the service of his country, for sure, but they're still dead. Some of them probably deserved it, but playing judge, juror and executioner, even after the fact, makes him a little uncomfortable. And so Eric Weiss often falls into a pattern of thinking of himself as a pawn in a giant battle between overwhelming forces. He's a pawn in the battle between good and evil, or so he'd probably like you to think if you ever found out what he does for a living. But you won't find out, ever, because it's just none of your business, and so Eric Weiss never has to explain that it's not as clear cut as black and white, that it's about how pale your shade of grey is.
Eric Weiss has a security clearance level so high he's privy to secrets you'd never dream existed. The information Eric Weiss carries locked up in his body makes him see the world in a different way to you or me. There are threats and fears and possibilities in his world that you couldn't believe in. It's Eric Weiss's world that makes yours possible, although the meaning of this is so huge you might never get your head around it.
Eric Weiss looks like such a nice guy. And that's the thing, he is - unless you count the bodies that lie scattered in his wake. But you'd never think that of him, not now that you've watched him help a woman - a stranger - move her things into an apartment near yours. You're fairly sure they're just friends. He's the sort of guy who'd help a just-friend out like that way.
Her name is Sydney Bristow. You were probably wondering. And, yes, they are just friends. Well, co-workers really. The reason he's being so soliticous (it's not unusual for him to be like this, you know, but there's usually a reason) is that Sydney vanished for two years and reappeared with no memory at all of that time. She returned to a world where one friend was dead and another in witness protection, where her boyfriend was married to another woman and he father was in jail and her worst enemy (which means a hell of a lot more than it did when you were in high school) was apparently on her side. She's lucky to have Eric Weiss, and she's thought it even if he hasn't. He's too busy wishing he could turn back time for her.
That's the sort of guy Eric Weiss is. Nice. Friendly. Supportive. But there's a lot more to him and few people can comprehend that, because few people can comprehend his reality.
He'll never knock on your door and ask you out for coffee, no matter how hard you hope or how many smiles you flash his way. He's too busy juggling his existing friends with the demands of national security and risking his life on a regular basis.
You should probably be grateful. You wouldn't want to find out that sometimes he dreams of the people he's killed.
THE END
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I love Weiss, because he's ordinary. He's not Sydney or Vaughn who get all the attention and the extraordinary backstories and lives - he's just this ordinary guy who happens to be a spy. There should be more Weiss.
I'm glad you enjoyed the fic.