Effects, by tOo
characters owned by JJ Abrams and others. plot owned by tOo, except flashbacks from the show.
Hindsight-
'Eventually she had married Sark. Looking back, she wondered what had caused her to fall in love with him. She had fallen in love before, twice. Both had ended tragically. Obviously she had thought the third time was the charm.'
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She sits in an armchair, knees up to her chin. Watching television but not really watching. Trying to recollect what happened the previous night.
Sark had asked her to marry him.
And out of what can only be referred to as spur-of-the-moment, Sydney had said yes.
What scares her is when she fell in love with him. She has always assumed that she would get married before turning thirty, and here she is at thirty-four. She doesn't know if she really wants to get married. She still remembers him being her enemy. When did that change?
She pulls the conversation back from where she has buried it deep in her mind.
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He is next to her; his arm wrapped around her, hand resting on her bare stomach where her shirt has lifted. She is not pulling away, yet she is not holding on to him. His suave accent is saying something, but she isn't listening. Her head drops on his shoulder and she tries to tune him out. Even after living with this man for three years, she still feels she does not want to create a relationship like he wants to. She is just starting to forget everything. Getting involved would only make her wish for everything she didn't have but always wanted. Needed.
He starts to rub he stomach. Gently, with too much care. She doesn't want to be impolite, but she is uncomfortable. She asks him what's wrong. He holds off for a moment, unsure if he should say it or not. She is surprised.
This is the first time he has been at a loss for words.
She smiles at him, a genuine smile. They really do care for each other, be it brother-sister, husband-wife, roommate-roommate. He smiles back, his face looking relieved. She tells him that whatever he has to say, she is behind him one-hundred percent.
It really is amazing how they have gone from enemies to close friends in just a few short years.
He still doesn't speak, but starts rubbing her stomach again. This time she says nothing, just watches his face and contemplates what he is trying to say. She takes his other hand in hers and he looks into her eyes.
"I think I'm in love with you."
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Sydney freezes, the blood pumping through her loudly. He hadn't said anything. She had.
characters owned by JJ Abrams and others. plot owned by tOo, except flashbacks from the show.
Hindsight-
'Eventually she had married Sark. Looking back, she wondered what had caused her to fall in love with him. She had fallen in love before, twice. Both had ended tragically. Obviously she had thought the third time was the charm.'
-
She sits in an armchair, knees up to her chin. Watching television but not really watching. Trying to recollect what happened the previous night.
Sark had asked her to marry him.
And out of what can only be referred to as spur-of-the-moment, Sydney had said yes.
What scares her is when she fell in love with him. She has always assumed that she would get married before turning thirty, and here she is at thirty-four. She doesn't know if she really wants to get married. She still remembers him being her enemy. When did that change?
She pulls the conversation back from where she has buried it deep in her mind.
-
He is next to her; his arm wrapped around her, hand resting on her bare stomach where her shirt has lifted. She is not pulling away, yet she is not holding on to him. His suave accent is saying something, but she isn't listening. Her head drops on his shoulder and she tries to tune him out. Even after living with this man for three years, she still feels she does not want to create a relationship like he wants to. She is just starting to forget everything. Getting involved would only make her wish for everything she didn't have but always wanted. Needed.
He starts to rub he stomach. Gently, with too much care. She doesn't want to be impolite, but she is uncomfortable. She asks him what's wrong. He holds off for a moment, unsure if he should say it or not. She is surprised.
This is the first time he has been at a loss for words.
She smiles at him, a genuine smile. They really do care for each other, be it brother-sister, husband-wife, roommate-roommate. He smiles back, his face looking relieved. She tells him that whatever he has to say, she is behind him one-hundred percent.
It really is amazing how they have gone from enemies to close friends in just a few short years.
He still doesn't speak, but starts rubbing her stomach again. This time she says nothing, just watches his face and contemplates what he is trying to say. She takes his other hand in hers and he looks into her eyes.
"I think I'm in love with you."
-
Sydney freezes, the blood pumping through her loudly. He hadn't said anything. She had.