Who's in my league? What league? Show me a league and I'll buy a ticket.

Sarah,

I'm sorry.

Yeah. I know. Letters like this seriously can't ever end well. When you read something like this, you expect the writer to say something like 'I've been sleeping with your best friend and it's over' or 'I'm gay' or 'I've stolen three million dollars and I'm leaving the country'.

Just so you know, it's none of those.

But I wanted to say that first, before you read the rest of this. Before you find out everything, and spend the time after that figuring out whether or not you're going to hate me.

And so we're clear on it, I don't want you to. I think it might be inevitable, but I still wish that you wouldn't... I'm just going to say it and get it over with.

I'm not who I say I am.

My real name is Will Tippin. I used to live in Los Angeles before I came here, and I was a reporter. There's a whole incredibly long story about how I ended up changing names and coming here, but I think I should just keep it short for you.

I asked too many questions. I got in way over my head. My best friend got me out of it, and then to keep me safe, I had to change my name and move here under the Witness Protection Program. I didn't tell you this because it'd risk your safety.

And to cover a few of the questions you might have, no I didn't kill anyone. Except for a girl who killed my other best friend. I didn't do anything criminal. I just found out way too many things, and it led me to where I am.

Now that I've said that, let me say this. Ending up here is not the worst thing that could ever happen to me. I have you, I have my friends, and I've got a pretty good life. I care about you a lot, and I'm looking forward to getting married to you.

I just wanted you to know about me, and at least a little about what I've been through, before we got to the altar.

If only you were actually going to read this.

- Jonah

Muse: Will Tippin
Fandom: Alias
Word Count: 370

I don't have any. Not really.

There's just the obvious. I'm not who I tell everyone around here I am. And except for my fiancee, everyone that matters and wouldn't kill me knows about that. All the others, someone knows about. There's a few embarassing moments I made Syd swear not to talk about that I won't mention here, but I don't think they qualify under the sort of secret this was looking for.

If they would, I still wouldn't talk about them, because some things you do when you're a teenager are just better left never being talked about. The other people in my history class probably don't remember it anyway. I hope.

But the most recent secret stopped feeling like a big heavy weight that made me look over my shoulder every free second a long time ago. It's second nature. Most of the time. I'm getting back to it since my last kidnapping. As long as there aren't any sudden movements that looks like someone could be holding a gun, I'm okay.

I wish I could tell the girl I'm getting married to who I really am, but since I can't, and it's doing her a favor, it's something I'll live with. I still have the same personality that the real me has for the most part when I'm with her, so it's the same guy, just with a different name attached.

It's necessary, and it's the only real big secret I have. I can live with that.

Muse: Will Tippin
Fandom: Alias
Word Count: 251

That's not possible, is it?

Think about it. Everything you do either physically or emotionally comes back to haunt you in some way. Either you think about it, or if you manage to put it behind you, something comes into your life and makes you think about it, and makes you regret it.

It's just inevitable, one way or the other. When someone's looking to get do something without consequence, they'll take it to the limit. It'll probably be something they'd never even think about doing in real life. That's just human nature, right? If you think you've got the freedom, you'll go for it all the way.

I mean, I think I would. If I was sure there wasn't going to be some sort of catch involved. That's another fact of life; a lot of things have a catch. You just might not see them right away.

Okay, before I get off track talking about that one, back on subject. I don't think that there's anything I'd do if I was put in that situation. I just can't think of anything. If it was something huge, I know I'd think about it, because I think about the big things I've done regularly.

So I just wouldn't go for that.

Muse: Will Tippin
Fandom: Alias
Word Count: 210

Just one thing?

With all that's happened to me, I'm not sure if there's just one shining outstanding life lesson I walked away from it all with. I was barely lucky to walk away from it to begin with, so it's a little hard to say for sure. And I know I was lucky. If it wasn't for Syd, I wouldn't be living the life I have right now, I'd pretty much be six feet under.

Sometimes I miss the way things were, but ever since I became a 'heroin addict', I think I prefer this. My old name's ruined, and it's not anyone's fault but my own. I put myself in danger because I wanted questions answered for Sydney, and when I started realizing I was into something big, that still didn't stop me. I wouldn't listen to Syd, and I paid the price for it.

And now I'm a contractor in Wisconsin, who nearly died, has a lot of not so pleasant memories about his past life, and can't tell anyone about any of it. It gets easier to not say anything about most of it as time passes. The rest of it you basically just realize what it'll do to the person you tell it to. Knowing that helps me keep quiet, and I don't feel as bad lying to everyone. Syd was absolutely right, you are doing people a kindness when you don't tell them this kind of truth. I'm alright with this.

But I'd like to meet the guy who comes up with the names given to people who enter the Witness Protection Program. Jonah? Why Jonah? Did I look like a Jonah, and someone forgot to tell me?

Sorry, that's the reporter left in me. Anyway. Back to the point.

I don't know what I've learned. You'd think what happened to me would teach me to ask less questions, but that didn't happen. I'm still the one who's asking about everything. Last week, a guy I work with told me I should get into journalism, and he didn't know what the hell I was doing working a construction job. That was a weird moment.

I know that I've changed, too. I've gotten a little quieter, and I keep to myself more, but I think it's because I don't look at life exactly like I used to.

If I had to pinpoint something exactly, I think it'd be that there's a lot more to the world than I ever realized, and not all of it you can talk about. There's things on television happening, and you see that, and think that it's horrible, or it's great, or whatever your opinion might be. But I see it, and I have to wonder if maybe something great happened because Syd or one of her friends, or even Jack stopped the bad guys. Or if the bad guys pulled something, so they're off on another mission.

There's a lot that goes on behind the scenes. More than some people are ever going to know about, and I think, in spite of everything, I like knowing.

I'm happy that one of those people behind the scenes, helping make the world a better place, is my best friend.