The song is 'Separate Lives' by Chris De Burgh. Don't ask me what the French translation is. I have no idea!
[u][b][I]If Tomorrow Never Comes [/b] - Part 15 [/I][/u]
[b]London - Sydney's room[/b]
Sydney stared at her ceiling. It was funny how the life she'd always wanted was nothing like the life she'd imagined it to be. Sure it was normal - she had a job, a house, a car, even a cat, but yet - there was the lingering feeling that something was missing.
[*]
Cherie, il est onze heures du soir
et tu me manques beaucoup;
je pense … toi toujours...
toujours.
[/*]
She'd often wondered what had happened to SD-6. Was it still standing? Had they sent people out for her? What had they told Francie? All the questions burned away at her brain. She longed to talk to Francie for hours on end or ask Dixon about his wife and children. She wished she could walk along the familiar sidewalk that led to her house - her real house - and say hello to people who knew her by 'Sydney Bristow', instead of her new identity 'Megan Winters'. She had only chosen the name after seeing the bottle of perfume at the airport in Mongolia.
[*]
At separate tables we sit down to eat,
In separate bedrooms we go to sleep at night,
I only wish you knew how much,
You've been on my mind.
[/*]
But what she really wanted, deep in her lonely heart, was to see Vaughn again. To hear 'Joey's Pizza?' on the other end of the phone and feel her heart do that unique flutter that she hadn't felt in two years. Sydney blinked away tears at the thought of it. Stained in her memory was the way Vaughn peacefully smiled in his sleep - the frown lines still evident, but fainter. Since arriving in England, she'd often found herself dialling his cell phone but never being able to bring herself to press the last digit and anxiously listen to it ring.
[*]
I think about you when the morning comes,
I think about you when all my day is done,
Wondering what you are doing now,
Are you lonely too?
[/*]
"Meg!" a voice called from the lounge, "Megan?" Sydney pulled herself into an upright position and wiped away the few tears that were on the verge of falling.
"Coming!" she called in an english accent. Sydney sighed as she brushed her now short light brown hair that was streaked with golden highlights. She opened her room door and joined Liz who was busy stacking various frozen foods in their freezer.
"Hey, Meg," her roommate said as she closed the freezer door, "Are you alright?" she added spotting her friend's expression. Sydney nodded as she began to help.
[*]
Because I - I miss you here tonight,
And I wish you were by my side,
And I don't want to let go;
[/*]
"I'm fine," Sydney said with a small smile, "Why do you ask?"
"Because you have the same look in your eyes as before," Liz said leaning against the worktop as Sydney put away a packet of biscuits.
"What look?" Sydney asked pretending not to know what her Australian friend was talking about.
"The look that says you've been thinking about [I]him[/I]," Liz emphasised on the last word. Sydney looked at her friend guiltily.
"You know me too well," she sighed. Liz gave off a small smile.
"I have just the thing. Cookies and cream ice cream!" Liz said presenting Sydney with a tub of their favourite ice cream.
"Too well!" Sydney repeated as her eyes lighted up slightly.
[*]
At separate tables we sit down to write,
The separate letters that never see the light,
If only we could just agree,
To read between the lines
[/*]
Sydney had met Liz at the school where she now worked as an English teacher. Liz taught geography across the hall and the two became friends. Liz was the one who offered Sydney a place to live, which Sydney was only too happy to accept. Still, Sydney was apprehensive in case she was an agent, but soon, these suspicions went away. In many ways, Liz was like Francie but in others, Liz was no-one Sydney had ever met. Hanging out with Liz was as like being 16 again.
Liz was aware of Sydney's past life. It had all come out one night and although Liz was shocked and confused at first - she still stood by her friend and kept her secret.
[*]
I want to see you and I know what I will say,
We must be crazy to throw it all away,
Never knowing what is lost,
Before it's all too late
[/*]
"How much marking have you got tonight?" Liz asked. Sydney shrugged in reply.
"Just a few books to mark. Why?" Sydney asked before she turned to her friend, "You aren't going to drag me to that club again are you?" she asked. Liz laughed and shook her head.
"No, I just thought we could double date with Ben and Jerry and watch a movie," Liz said. Sydney nodded. "I got Miss Congeniality," Liz said before realising her mistake, "Oh, Meg…I'm so sorry. I didn't realise!" Liz apologised as Sydney shook her head.
"No, no! It's fine…really," Sydney insisted. "Anyway, I have some work to do," Sydney said as she disappeared into her bedroom.
[*]
And I - I miss you here tonight,
And I wish you were by my side,
And I don't want to let go;
Yes I - I miss you here tonight,
And when I hold you by my side,
Well I'm not gonna let go;
I miss you, I really miss you...
[/*]
In her bedroom, Sydney let the tears fall down and paint her pillow with the hurt she'd kept in for two long lonely years.
[u][b][I]If Tomorrow Never Comes [/b] - Part 15 [/I][/u]
[b]London - Sydney's room[/b]
Sydney stared at her ceiling. It was funny how the life she'd always wanted was nothing like the life she'd imagined it to be. Sure it was normal - she had a job, a house, a car, even a cat, but yet - there was the lingering feeling that something was missing.
[*]
Cherie, il est onze heures du soir
et tu me manques beaucoup;
je pense … toi toujours...
toujours.
[/*]
She'd often wondered what had happened to SD-6. Was it still standing? Had they sent people out for her? What had they told Francie? All the questions burned away at her brain. She longed to talk to Francie for hours on end or ask Dixon about his wife and children. She wished she could walk along the familiar sidewalk that led to her house - her real house - and say hello to people who knew her by 'Sydney Bristow', instead of her new identity 'Megan Winters'. She had only chosen the name after seeing the bottle of perfume at the airport in Mongolia.
[*]
At separate tables we sit down to eat,
In separate bedrooms we go to sleep at night,
I only wish you knew how much,
You've been on my mind.
[/*]
But what she really wanted, deep in her lonely heart, was to see Vaughn again. To hear 'Joey's Pizza?' on the other end of the phone and feel her heart do that unique flutter that she hadn't felt in two years. Sydney blinked away tears at the thought of it. Stained in her memory was the way Vaughn peacefully smiled in his sleep - the frown lines still evident, but fainter. Since arriving in England, she'd often found herself dialling his cell phone but never being able to bring herself to press the last digit and anxiously listen to it ring.
[*]
I think about you when the morning comes,
I think about you when all my day is done,
Wondering what you are doing now,
Are you lonely too?
[/*]
"Meg!" a voice called from the lounge, "Megan?" Sydney pulled herself into an upright position and wiped away the few tears that were on the verge of falling.
"Coming!" she called in an english accent. Sydney sighed as she brushed her now short light brown hair that was streaked with golden highlights. She opened her room door and joined Liz who was busy stacking various frozen foods in their freezer.
"Hey, Meg," her roommate said as she closed the freezer door, "Are you alright?" she added spotting her friend's expression. Sydney nodded as she began to help.
[*]
Because I - I miss you here tonight,
And I wish you were by my side,
And I don't want to let go;
[/*]
"I'm fine," Sydney said with a small smile, "Why do you ask?"
"Because you have the same look in your eyes as before," Liz said leaning against the worktop as Sydney put away a packet of biscuits.
"What look?" Sydney asked pretending not to know what her Australian friend was talking about.
"The look that says you've been thinking about [I]him[/I]," Liz emphasised on the last word. Sydney looked at her friend guiltily.
"You know me too well," she sighed. Liz gave off a small smile.
"I have just the thing. Cookies and cream ice cream!" Liz said presenting Sydney with a tub of their favourite ice cream.
"Too well!" Sydney repeated as her eyes lighted up slightly.
[*]
At separate tables we sit down to write,
The separate letters that never see the light,
If only we could just agree,
To read between the lines
[/*]
Sydney had met Liz at the school where she now worked as an English teacher. Liz taught geography across the hall and the two became friends. Liz was the one who offered Sydney a place to live, which Sydney was only too happy to accept. Still, Sydney was apprehensive in case she was an agent, but soon, these suspicions went away. In many ways, Liz was like Francie but in others, Liz was no-one Sydney had ever met. Hanging out with Liz was as like being 16 again.
Liz was aware of Sydney's past life. It had all come out one night and although Liz was shocked and confused at first - she still stood by her friend and kept her secret.
[*]
I want to see you and I know what I will say,
We must be crazy to throw it all away,
Never knowing what is lost,
Before it's all too late
[/*]
"How much marking have you got tonight?" Liz asked. Sydney shrugged in reply.
"Just a few books to mark. Why?" Sydney asked before she turned to her friend, "You aren't going to drag me to that club again are you?" she asked. Liz laughed and shook her head.
"No, I just thought we could double date with Ben and Jerry and watch a movie," Liz said. Sydney nodded. "I got Miss Congeniality," Liz said before realising her mistake, "Oh, Meg…I'm so sorry. I didn't realise!" Liz apologised as Sydney shook her head.
"No, no! It's fine…really," Sydney insisted. "Anyway, I have some work to do," Sydney said as she disappeared into her bedroom.
[*]
And I - I miss you here tonight,
And I wish you were by my side,
And I don't want to let go;
Yes I - I miss you here tonight,
And when I hold you by my side,
Well I'm not gonna let go;
I miss you, I really miss you...
[/*]
In her bedroom, Sydney let the tears fall down and paint her pillow with the hurt she'd kept in for two long lonely years.