Effects, by tOo
characters owned by JJ Abrams and others. plot owned by tOo, except flashbacks from the show.
Where memories come-
'The only good outcome of their affair had been Liam. Liam's name had been an issue. It was a tribute to Sydney's previous loves; Sark had thought it sounded exotic. Both had loved their child.'
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Nine months was a long time. Sydney often wondered—between cravings for Krispy Kreme or jalepeno peppers—how her mother had done it. Had it been an easy pregnancy? Translation: Had Irina ever forced her husband to choose between buying a doughnut shop or baking the doughnuts himself?
Sark had tried his hand at baking them at first. They always turned out too doughy or too crisp. Sometimes they were too hot, sometimes there wasn't enough icing on them. Watching him fumble over the ingredients, Sydney sometimes forgot her original craving from laughing so hard.
Of course, that very day Sark had gone out and purchased the nearest pastry shop, as well as the machinery found in the average doughnut shop. He'd even hired some pastry chefs-in-training to make doughnuts when they weren't in cuisine school. He was so sweet. There were many moments where Sydney wondered why she had hated him.
Then she remembered the killing of her mother and father.
But that wasn't him directly. Just because that assasin had been under him didn't mean he had had her parents killed. It didn't mean anything.
Besides, Sark loved her. And she loved him. He could make her forget everything and relax, something no one had ever been able to do. Ever.
Except Liam. And his namesakes.
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Sydney sat in the hospital bed. Sark had been out of the country when she had gone into labor. Four hours later, he had arrived, but so had his son. Their son. The 'bundle of joy' that just would not stop crying. That stubbornness he got from both his parents. What would he be like when he grew older? Would he get into the family business? No, the time to think about that was not now.
Sark appeared in the doorway and Sydney smiled. He smiled back, his lip genetically sucked in a bit. Sydney looked down, but their son didn't have the trademark lip. She almost sighed; it would have been so cute if he did indeed have it. Sark reached her bed and they kissed softly, a welcome home kiss. Sydney handed him their son.
She still couldn't believe it. Her, with a child. She had never imagined herself with children. She'd never seemed the motherly type. Run around and kicking butt, that's what she did best. Never had she even thought about child-rearing less than a year ago. Now there was a child sleeping in her husband's arms.
This was definitely not a dream.
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The time came to fill out the birth certificate. Sydney and Sark had pondered names for their child to be when he was still in the womb, but now he was right in front of him and they referred to him only as 'sweetie.' Watching the world news one day, baby in her lap, Sydney watched as United States Secretary of the State Liam Coast made a speech. What it covered and what he looked like, she could barely remember, but it was his name that caught her eye. Liam. Short. Simple. Perfect.
Before she could stop herself, Sydney realized that she was thinking about Vaughn and Danny. And how Danny's middle name had been William. And Vaughn's father had been named William. She rid her mind of the thoughts, but the name stuck with her.
She called Sark into the room. Told him about the name.
"Exotic. I like it."
"I love it." She hoped he wouldn't notice the glaze that came over her eyes.
"I love you." He leaned towards her, trying to kiss her.
"And I love you." She leaned towards the baby in her arms, laughing, and kissed his cheeks. Sark placed his hand on her shoulder and she glanced up. Both smiled as Liam giggled at his parents.
characters owned by JJ Abrams and others. plot owned by tOo, except flashbacks from the show.
Where memories come-
'The only good outcome of their affair had been Liam. Liam's name had been an issue. It was a tribute to Sydney's previous loves; Sark had thought it sounded exotic. Both had loved their child.'
-
Nine months was a long time. Sydney often wondered—between cravings for Krispy Kreme or jalepeno peppers—how her mother had done it. Had it been an easy pregnancy? Translation: Had Irina ever forced her husband to choose between buying a doughnut shop or baking the doughnuts himself?
Sark had tried his hand at baking them at first. They always turned out too doughy or too crisp. Sometimes they were too hot, sometimes there wasn't enough icing on them. Watching him fumble over the ingredients, Sydney sometimes forgot her original craving from laughing so hard.
Of course, that very day Sark had gone out and purchased the nearest pastry shop, as well as the machinery found in the average doughnut shop. He'd even hired some pastry chefs-in-training to make doughnuts when they weren't in cuisine school. He was so sweet. There were many moments where Sydney wondered why she had hated him.
Then she remembered the killing of her mother and father.
But that wasn't him directly. Just because that assasin had been under him didn't mean he had had her parents killed. It didn't mean anything.
Besides, Sark loved her. And she loved him. He could make her forget everything and relax, something no one had ever been able to do. Ever.
Except Liam. And his namesakes.
-
Sydney sat in the hospital bed. Sark had been out of the country when she had gone into labor. Four hours later, he had arrived, but so had his son. Their son. The 'bundle of joy' that just would not stop crying. That stubbornness he got from both his parents. What would he be like when he grew older? Would he get into the family business? No, the time to think about that was not now.
Sark appeared in the doorway and Sydney smiled. He smiled back, his lip genetically sucked in a bit. Sydney looked down, but their son didn't have the trademark lip. She almost sighed; it would have been so cute if he did indeed have it. Sark reached her bed and they kissed softly, a welcome home kiss. Sydney handed him their son.
She still couldn't believe it. Her, with a child. She had never imagined herself with children. She'd never seemed the motherly type. Run around and kicking butt, that's what she did best. Never had she even thought about child-rearing less than a year ago. Now there was a child sleeping in her husband's arms.
This was definitely not a dream.
-
The time came to fill out the birth certificate. Sydney and Sark had pondered names for their child to be when he was still in the womb, but now he was right in front of him and they referred to him only as 'sweetie.' Watching the world news one day, baby in her lap, Sydney watched as United States Secretary of the State Liam Coast made a speech. What it covered and what he looked like, she could barely remember, but it was his name that caught her eye. Liam. Short. Simple. Perfect.
Before she could stop herself, Sydney realized that she was thinking about Vaughn and Danny. And how Danny's middle name had been William. And Vaughn's father had been named William. She rid her mind of the thoughts, but the name stuck with her.
She called Sark into the room. Told him about the name.
"Exotic. I like it."
"I love it." She hoped he wouldn't notice the glaze that came over her eyes.
"I love you." He leaned towards her, trying to kiss her.
"And I love you." She leaned towards the baby in her arms, laughing, and kissed his cheeks. Sark placed his hand on her shoulder and she glanced up. Both smiled as Liam giggled at his parents.