Authors Notes: Sorry for the week long wait to update! You know how the
Holidays get! I really hope you like this chapter because I had time to
think about what I was going to write! Thanks again for the reviews, I love
to read them all! This chapter has a lot of Fluff to make up for last
chapters non-fluffiness! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Alias, the people at ABC do!
**Sydney POV**
"You came!" I say as I pull away from our kiss.
"Of course, my love. I wasn't about to let your father persuade you into irrational decisions," Sark tells me.
"I knew it!" I exclaim.
"I was thinking we could go out to dinner at this lovely little restaurant north of L.A," he explains.
"Right now, that sounds perfect," I reply. "Let me run and get changed, and I'll be right back."
"Alright," he says.
I ran into my room and set down my purse and bags. I looked in my closet and found the most perfect little black dress I had and got changed quickly. I looked pretty disoriented, but I threw my hair up into a bun and came out into the family room. He was sitting at my couch looking through my photo albums.
I sneak up behind him and say, "Enjoy what you see?"
"Actually, I do. It's nice to see your carefree side. Wow." He looks at me and does a once over and his mouth practically drops open. "You look, amazing."
"That's what I was going for."
"Well, then, I suppose we should depart. Your car?" he asks.
"Probably, just to avoid suspicion on Francie's part," I reply. I run over to the counter, scribble her a quick note, and head out the door hand in hand with my new found love.
He directs me to north of town and we pull up in this quaint little Italian restaurant - Antonio's.
"Is it safe?" I ask him before getting out of the car.
"Yes, I had my security detail do a sweep of the perimeter and I have a bug killer to place at our table. Plus, ideally I doubt anyone would be looking here," he says and smiles.
I lean over and give him a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you."
We step out of the car and walk hand in hand into the restaurant. I allow him to address the hostess. He asks for a table for two and we are seated in the back corner booth, that wasn't very well lit. Perfect.
"Wow," I say. We both sit in the same side of the booth and it felt perfect. Heavenly, actually.
"Yes, my love?" he asks.
"No, it's just this feels great. Like heavenly."
"I know, this restaurant is great like that. Do you know what you want to order, dear?" he asks.
"What's good?" I reply.
"Well, the Fettuccini with Shrimp is excellent," he replies.
"I guess that does sound pretty good," I smile back. Why did this feel like our first date? It technically was, but we had known each other for much longer than it was uncomfortable.
The waitress came and we both ordered and Andrew picked out wine, considering that he had the most extensive knowledge about wines.
"Does my mother know you're here?" I ask him after we had settled in.
"No, she thinks I still went to Nice without you," he replies.
"I see," I say and lingerly intertwine my fingers in between his.
"What's on your mind, Sydney?" he asks me.
"Everything, I suppose," I reply.
"As usual, in your case," he says.
"And yours too," I add.
"I have a proposal for you," he starts. Proposal? What?
"What do you mean?" I ask him.
"Well, I know in our current state we can't really be together that much unless you abandon your cause and come live with me, which I know you won't be doing anytime soon," he begins.
"Yes, continue," I reply.
"So, I have a proposal," he says.
"We've established that already."
He cracks a smile at that and I can only smile right back. He looks down and our hands, interlocked, for one second, before he begins.
"I will give you the location where at one given time your mother will be, which will allow the CIA to re-capture her," he explains.
"Really? Why would you want to do that?" I ask him.
"Before your mother returned, I had more power, this way I can get rid of her permanently," he says.
"But I thought, you, I'm confused," I stuttered.
He leans in closer to me and says, "Your mother got me involved in this life, and I intend on getting her out of it."
"That's the most information you've given me about your past, ever," I reply.
"True, what else would you like to know?" he asks.
I giggle, and reply, "It seems we have gotten off of our previous topic."
"We'll come back to it, now seriously, Sydney, I can't keep anything from the woman I love," he replies.
"That's sweet," I say and lean in and kiss him. We stay there for a minute and then pull away when the waitress returns with our appetizers.
We both give her an innocent look and look down at the breaded cakes or something like that appeared before us.
"You first," he says.
"Alright," I say and lean down and pick up the one he placed on a plate for me. They did look good.
I started to eat when I felt something hard in the food.
"OW!" I pulled it out of my mouth, and a beautiful ring appeared.
"Wow!" I reply and stare at it. "Is this from you?"
"Only the best for the best," he replies. He takes it from my hand and polishes it off. It was a small silver band with a beautiful blue stone in the center.
"I wanted to give you something to always be able to think of me when we're not together, and when I saw this ring, it's beauty resembled your own, perfect in everyway," he says.
I lean in and kiss him again, better than the time when the waitress interrupted us. He placed the ring on my finger in the process.
We pulled away and I say, "I never knew you could be this romantic."
"Well, once again, there's a lot you don't know about me. Ask me anything," he says and takes a bite of another cake.
"Where is your favorite place in the world?" I ask him.
"Nothing about my past?" he asks.
"Nah, that's too obvious. We'll get to that later. I want to know about you first," I reply with a smile that reached a thousand miles.
"Well, I suppose my favorite place would have to be New Zealand," he decides.
"Really? Why?" I ask.
"Well, when you're there, you feel as if you're a thousand miles away from anything, and it's very refreshing," he says.
"I guess you'll have to take me there, then," I reply.
"I suppose I should," he smiles back.
We continue to talk, that seemed like ages, and enjoyed our food in the process. We both shared our favorite travel stories, since it seemed like we both knew enough about every major city in the world to become travel agents. When we had finished, and were done with dessert, it was late, and there was only two other couples left in the restaurant.
"You know, you never gave me an answer, my love," he says.
"About what?" I reply.
"I tell you about your mother, in exchange for you coming to visit me every weekend," he says.
"That's not very possible with SD-6 still around, plus wouldn't the CIA get suspicious as well?" I ask.
"Not necessarily, we can be together on your missions as well. Plus, I'll take down SD-6 and that dumb Alliance in no time without your mother in charge," he tells me.
"Alright," I decide. "But what am I supposed to tell the CIA? Oh, by the way, I heard Irina is going to be at this location at this time so you can recapture her?"
"Something along those lines, now let's not worry about that for now, we have a whole night to enjoy," he suggests.
"Now, what did you have in mind?" I reply.
"For starters, I thought we could go for a walk on the beach, so let's leave this establishment," he starts.
I smile back at him and we walk hand in hand out of the restaurant and onto the beach near by. We start walking silently down the beach and it feels perfect. I knew it, my father was wrong, and I was right. He did really love me.
~~I know, lots of fluff! I hope you enjoyed it! Please tell me in a review!~~ Masquerade
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Alias, the people at ABC do!
**Sydney POV**
"You came!" I say as I pull away from our kiss.
"Of course, my love. I wasn't about to let your father persuade you into irrational decisions," Sark tells me.
"I knew it!" I exclaim.
"I was thinking we could go out to dinner at this lovely little restaurant north of L.A," he explains.
"Right now, that sounds perfect," I reply. "Let me run and get changed, and I'll be right back."
"Alright," he says.
I ran into my room and set down my purse and bags. I looked in my closet and found the most perfect little black dress I had and got changed quickly. I looked pretty disoriented, but I threw my hair up into a bun and came out into the family room. He was sitting at my couch looking through my photo albums.
I sneak up behind him and say, "Enjoy what you see?"
"Actually, I do. It's nice to see your carefree side. Wow." He looks at me and does a once over and his mouth practically drops open. "You look, amazing."
"That's what I was going for."
"Well, then, I suppose we should depart. Your car?" he asks.
"Probably, just to avoid suspicion on Francie's part," I reply. I run over to the counter, scribble her a quick note, and head out the door hand in hand with my new found love.
He directs me to north of town and we pull up in this quaint little Italian restaurant - Antonio's.
"Is it safe?" I ask him before getting out of the car.
"Yes, I had my security detail do a sweep of the perimeter and I have a bug killer to place at our table. Plus, ideally I doubt anyone would be looking here," he says and smiles.
I lean over and give him a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you."
We step out of the car and walk hand in hand into the restaurant. I allow him to address the hostess. He asks for a table for two and we are seated in the back corner booth, that wasn't very well lit. Perfect.
"Wow," I say. We both sit in the same side of the booth and it felt perfect. Heavenly, actually.
"Yes, my love?" he asks.
"No, it's just this feels great. Like heavenly."
"I know, this restaurant is great like that. Do you know what you want to order, dear?" he asks.
"What's good?" I reply.
"Well, the Fettuccini with Shrimp is excellent," he replies.
"I guess that does sound pretty good," I smile back. Why did this feel like our first date? It technically was, but we had known each other for much longer than it was uncomfortable.
The waitress came and we both ordered and Andrew picked out wine, considering that he had the most extensive knowledge about wines.
"Does my mother know you're here?" I ask him after we had settled in.
"No, she thinks I still went to Nice without you," he replies.
"I see," I say and lingerly intertwine my fingers in between his.
"What's on your mind, Sydney?" he asks me.
"Everything, I suppose," I reply.
"As usual, in your case," he says.
"And yours too," I add.
"I have a proposal for you," he starts. Proposal? What?
"What do you mean?" I ask him.
"Well, I know in our current state we can't really be together that much unless you abandon your cause and come live with me, which I know you won't be doing anytime soon," he begins.
"Yes, continue," I reply.
"So, I have a proposal," he says.
"We've established that already."
He cracks a smile at that and I can only smile right back. He looks down and our hands, interlocked, for one second, before he begins.
"I will give you the location where at one given time your mother will be, which will allow the CIA to re-capture her," he explains.
"Really? Why would you want to do that?" I ask him.
"Before your mother returned, I had more power, this way I can get rid of her permanently," he says.
"But I thought, you, I'm confused," I stuttered.
He leans in closer to me and says, "Your mother got me involved in this life, and I intend on getting her out of it."
"That's the most information you've given me about your past, ever," I reply.
"True, what else would you like to know?" he asks.
I giggle, and reply, "It seems we have gotten off of our previous topic."
"We'll come back to it, now seriously, Sydney, I can't keep anything from the woman I love," he replies.
"That's sweet," I say and lean in and kiss him. We stay there for a minute and then pull away when the waitress returns with our appetizers.
We both give her an innocent look and look down at the breaded cakes or something like that appeared before us.
"You first," he says.
"Alright," I say and lean down and pick up the one he placed on a plate for me. They did look good.
I started to eat when I felt something hard in the food.
"OW!" I pulled it out of my mouth, and a beautiful ring appeared.
"Wow!" I reply and stare at it. "Is this from you?"
"Only the best for the best," he replies. He takes it from my hand and polishes it off. It was a small silver band with a beautiful blue stone in the center.
"I wanted to give you something to always be able to think of me when we're not together, and when I saw this ring, it's beauty resembled your own, perfect in everyway," he says.
I lean in and kiss him again, better than the time when the waitress interrupted us. He placed the ring on my finger in the process.
We pulled away and I say, "I never knew you could be this romantic."
"Well, once again, there's a lot you don't know about me. Ask me anything," he says and takes a bite of another cake.
"Where is your favorite place in the world?" I ask him.
"Nothing about my past?" he asks.
"Nah, that's too obvious. We'll get to that later. I want to know about you first," I reply with a smile that reached a thousand miles.
"Well, I suppose my favorite place would have to be New Zealand," he decides.
"Really? Why?" I ask.
"Well, when you're there, you feel as if you're a thousand miles away from anything, and it's very refreshing," he says.
"I guess you'll have to take me there, then," I reply.
"I suppose I should," he smiles back.
We continue to talk, that seemed like ages, and enjoyed our food in the process. We both shared our favorite travel stories, since it seemed like we both knew enough about every major city in the world to become travel agents. When we had finished, and were done with dessert, it was late, and there was only two other couples left in the restaurant.
"You know, you never gave me an answer, my love," he says.
"About what?" I reply.
"I tell you about your mother, in exchange for you coming to visit me every weekend," he says.
"That's not very possible with SD-6 still around, plus wouldn't the CIA get suspicious as well?" I ask.
"Not necessarily, we can be together on your missions as well. Plus, I'll take down SD-6 and that dumb Alliance in no time without your mother in charge," he tells me.
"Alright," I decide. "But what am I supposed to tell the CIA? Oh, by the way, I heard Irina is going to be at this location at this time so you can recapture her?"
"Something along those lines, now let's not worry about that for now, we have a whole night to enjoy," he suggests.
"Now, what did you have in mind?" I reply.
"For starters, I thought we could go for a walk on the beach, so let's leave this establishment," he starts.
I smile back at him and we walk hand in hand out of the restaurant and onto the beach near by. We start walking silently down the beach and it feels perfect. I knew it, my father was wrong, and I was right. He did really love me.
~~I know, lots of fluff! I hope you enjoyed it! Please tell me in a review!~~ Masquerade