For disclaimer and other information, see chapter one.

Author's Note: So I said every other day, but I was so thrilled to actually see reviews that I figured I'd show how thankful I am with a new chapter. I'll go back to every other day after this, unless of course, y'all review and tell me you want daily updates instead. This story is finished, so I don't mind.

I should also add that this story is a sequel of sorts to my short story, "Fatherly Ruminations." The link for that is in my profile, if you are interested.

Chapter Two - Time For Naught (Sydney)

"Put the centerpieces over there," she says hurriedly. "It's clearly not going to rain, and I want to do the reception outdoors."

They nod, rushing to fulfill her requests.

"No!" she barks frantically. "Those flowers don't match the tablecloth! Put them by the door."

Another nod of acquiescence.

"We should've just eloped," she mutters to herself.

She checks her watch, blowing her hair out of her eyes as she does so. Her father and Vaughn (Michael, Sydney, call your husband Michael) have been gone for almost two hours. The ceremony is in five.

She sighs, wondering if she should go after them. She knows Michael was merely trying to spare her feelings, to not stain her happiness with such a sad way to begin the morning. She isn't sure whether she should be touched at his concern or irritated that he thinks he can be deceptive when the wrinkles on his forehead give him away easily.

Idiot. Good thing he's cute.

So she had asked her father to go after him, subtly of course, for three reasons. 1) They should bond. 2) It probably wasn't safe for her foolish beloved to be alone. 3) If her father yelled at the wedding planner one more time, she had every intention of snatching Vaughn (Michael) and marrying in Vegas.

She checks her watch again, with all the frenzy of a bride-to-be counting down the hours and knowing there isn't enough time for anything. If they're not back in an hour, she'll go after them. And maybe even leave her gun at home when she does so. Probably not.

She stops short. Five hours. The ceremony is in five hours.

"Mom!" she explodes, sprinting desperately for the house. "Mom, my hair!"

- to be continued -

Reviewer Responses:

Kat27: Thanks very much! You totally made my day! This is my first Alias longfic (and really, my first fanfic without real people), so I am really nervous.

MelodyAnne: Sydney has two million things to do, and no time to do them, lol. However, she knows exactly where Vaughn is (despite his efforts to the contrary) and figured someone else needed to have a talk with him. ;-)

B'Elanna Paris and caluviel, thanks for stopping by. :) I hope to see you again! hehe