Disclaimer: Alias is not mine. I do not even have enough money to buy a decent car, far less a show on ABC.
A/N: I'm back. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 2- Back to Normal
---Sydney's POV---
On the walk home from Publix, I was careful to keep a sharp eye out for Sark. I still wasn't sure if I had spotted him the first time or not but now I was intent on making a positive identification next time. While this was a small town, quite a few cars occupied the street that Isabelle and myself were currently walking beside. Within minutes we had turned onto our street and arrived at our house. Once we had entered our driveway, Isabelle ran ahead of me towards the door. We didn't know our neighbors-simply because they lived a quarter of a mile away from us. For security reasons, this was best; but when Isabelle wanted to play with the kids next door, it grew to be a little hectic and hard to watch her.
I grabbed my keys from my bag and attempted to juggle the grocers while I unlocked the garage door.
"Let me help you with that." A voice offered.
I froze instantly, allowing the groceries to fall to the ground.
"You seem surprised to see me." Sark picked up the pieces from my groceries that had rolled away.
"Mommy." Isabelle called, grabbing my hand. "Who is this?"
Sark cocked his head to the side, eager to hear my explanation.
"This is...a friend." I introduced her.
"Is he a friend of daddy's?" Isabelle probed.
"No, he is not a friend of daddy." I sighed.
"So he's your friend?" She figured out.
"You could say that." I muttered softly, pushing up the garage door.
""What's your name?" She asked Sark, extending her hand in a polite manner.
"My name," Sark knelt down and flashed her a smile. "My name is Damian."
"Hello Damian, my name is Isabelle." She shook his hand happily.
Inside the garage in a corner closest to the house was a washer and dryer. I placed the groceries on top of the two before I opened a door to the house. It had glass in the door for a decoration. The door opened up into the kitchen. In a manner that spoke of the numerous times I had performed this ritual, I carried the groceries into the kitchen and began unpacking everything.
Isabelle invited Sark inside, where he instantly took a seat at my circular, white, wooden table. The wood that the table was built out of was the same wood that decorated the cupboards. Directly across from the door was the sink encased in cupboards. On the wall to the left of the sink was the fridge and across from that the stove. The kitchen was complete with a table a few chairs and 2 bar stools. In the place of the doors were 2 large doorways; one leading off into the living room, the other to the den.
I left the two in the kitchen as I wandered through the house looking for him. By some odd stroke of luck, however, Vaughn was no where to be found.
"Isabelle, sweetie, go run along and play. Mommy wants to talk to her friend, okay?" I watched Isabelle scurry off to her room to play with some game or other.
"Look like you get to live another day," I leaned back on a counter. "my -Vaughn isn't here right now."
The minor slip wasn't lost of him. "You two didn't get engaged. He couldn't afford another ring?"
I chose to answer his question by walking away into the living room.
"Or did someone have second thoughts?" He followed, sitting down on the couch.
"That's none of your business. What are you doing here?" I evaded his questioning.
"I'm here to say goodbye." I had to go over this again in my mine because the ease with which he said it unnerved me.
It was so fitting to finish it off with a kiss and that was exactly what Sark did. He slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me down to his level on the couch.
Hungrily, my tongue danced with his, as frantic as brides-to-be at a bridal dress sale. Yet he chose to gently ran his hands up and down my body. After a few minutes he pulled away, whispering oh-so-softly in my ear, "Remember this when you're walking down the aisle to him. Remember what it felt like to be with me."
With a simple casualness, Sark grabbed my hips and deposited me onto the couch and off of him. "And hello."
Before I could fully register what had happened Sark had disappeared.
(((6 hours later)))
---Sydney's POV---
I jumped up as soon as I heard the front door open.
"Sydney." Vaughn's voice called out.
"I'm in the den!" I yelled, shutting off the computer.
"Syd. This is Tony." he grinned.
I shot him a look of confusion as I introduced myself to Tony.
"Tony here is the first person that I've met here who also loves hockey as much as I do. Isn't that great?" Vaughn clarified.
"Yeah, I showed him an area where you can play hockey. On Sunday, if you can get a a team together you get to compete. I invited Mike to try out for me team."
Mike. I had never seen two people get so close so fast.
"No need to ask what you guys were doing for so long." I smiled. "You boys want something to eat?"
"No way." Tony laughed. "She's beautiful and she knows how to cook? I think I might just have to keep you."
I smiled, slightly embarrassed. "How about some spaghetti? I just cooked it a few hours ago."
I pointed to the kitchen and told Tony to go crazy. However, I stopped Vaughn on his way to the kitchen to talk to him.
"Are you okay?" I asked in a soft tone.
"Of course. Why? What's wrong?" He questioned, stepping closer to me.
"Nothing, it's just that you didn't seem so happy yesterday. Are you sure you're okay? Or are you just bottling it up?" I pried.
"I just need to redirect all my energy into things I like and look on the bright side. For instance, it could be worse. You could be leaving me for... Sark." He grinned.
I smiled back, uneasy. "Yeah."
"Anyways, I also had to make a stop. This..." he trailed off, looking for something. "Is for you."
I grabbed the envelope from his hand and opened it. I gasped and then stared back at him. "Impossible. There's no way it could have gotten back to me so fast."
Vaughn peered over the paper and read it. "Congratulations on getting the job."
"But still, it's so fast. I just sent this out. Last night." I persisted.
"They are in desperate need of a lot of teachers. Maybe more desperate than we first thought. Plus, the CIA could have pulled some strings." He suggested. "It doesn't matter, you got the job."
"And we'll finally be able to get back to 'normal' lives." I whispered excitedly.
I yelled and moved to hug him before he shrugged me off and headed to the kitchen.
Yeah. Normal. Right.
A/N: It wasn't as long as I wanted it to be but I wanted to end it there. Still, it was long for this story, I guess. Anyways, leave a comment and honestly tell me what you thought of it.