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spydadHe has told so many stories over the years about where he has been and what he has done, that he hardly remembers what was real. He feels he could drive past his childhood home and not recognize it, though he knows that this is not true. His mind is full of details; he would remember the address, if nothing else.
He remembers growing up in a place that was always changing, even when it wasn't. He remembers seeing his father most when he was leaving, sometimes not even then. He would wake up some mornings to find only his mother at the kitchen table, and his father already gone. His father would go and go, until one day he was gone forever.
Somewhere in Jack Bristow's past is a boy who remembers these things. A boy who knew when he was given his first bicycle that his father would not stay to teach him to ride it. A boy who cried silent tears in the dark for broken promises, and for a long time after, refused to believe them.
Jack sees this boy in old photographs, but he wonders if he ever knew him. Sydney pages through the albums, pausing at grainy color images, older black and white photographs. "Dad, is that you?"
He has to think about it for a moment, before he nods. "Yes. It was."
Muse: Jack Bristow
Fandom: Alias
Words: 229
He remembers growing up in a place that was always changing, even when it wasn't. He remembers seeing his father most when he was leaving, sometimes not even then. He would wake up some mornings to find only his mother at the kitchen table, and his father already gone. His father would go and go, until one day he was gone forever.
Somewhere in Jack Bristow's past is a boy who remembers these things. A boy who knew when he was given his first bicycle that his father would not stay to teach him to ride it. A boy who cried silent tears in the dark for broken promises, and for a long time after, refused to believe them.
Jack sees this boy in old photographs, but he wonders if he ever knew him. Sydney pages through the albums, pausing at grainy color images, older black and white photographs. "Dad, is that you?"
He has to think about it for a moment, before he nods. "Yes. It was."
Muse: Jack Bristow
Fandom: Alias
Words: 229
