Disclaimer: I'm not creative enough to think of anything except these stories so I obviously didn't think of Alias!

A/N: OK, chapter 2! I have an idea for a new story so I'll probably be updating this less often, although I know where it's going. Sort of. Thanks for all the reviews and all that stuff! And the song is 'Wasting My Time' by Default.

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~What Now~

~Chapter 2: Wasting His Time~

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Sark had been dead to the world for the past 6 months. A month after she had left, everyone at work had been talking about Sydney's disappearance. But he wouldn't talk about it with anyone, despite all the questions. And because he was the last person who had seen Sydney, there were a lot of questions. Questions that he didn't want to answer.

For one, Aidan couldn't believe that he had a daughter. He had missed 9 years of his child's life and he didn't want to miss anymore. But he didn't know if Sydney had found Adrienne yet, and although he tried to e-mail her, there was no response. His life was deteriorating before his eyes.

*Well I don't want to see you waiting

I've already gone too far away

I still can't keep the day from ending

No more messed up reasons for me to stay

Well this is not for real

Afraid to feel

I just hit the floor

Don't ask for more

I'm wasting my time

I'm wasting my time

You can't stop the feeling

And there's no reason

Let's make the call

And take it all again

Whoa again

Months went by with us pretending

When did our light turn from green to red

I took a chance and left you standing

Lost the will to do this once again

Well this is not for real

Afraid to feel

I just hit the floor

Don't ask for more

I'm wasting my time

I'm wasting my time

You can't stop the feeling

And there's no reason

Let's make the call

And take it all

I'm wasting my time

I'm wasting my time again

Whoa again

See you waiting

Lonesome, lonely

See you waiting

I see you waiting

Well this is not for real

Afraid to feel

I just hit the floor

Don't ask for more

I'm wasting my time

I'm wasting my time

You can't stop the feeling

And there's no reason

Let's make the call

And take it all

I'm wasting my time

I'm wasting... *

A week later and Sark was still the same. He hadn't gone into work for a month and Rebecca was getting worried. She called him every day to get his opinion on new issues at the office and came by every night to drop off his email that she had printed out and any other documents that came by. And every day he would ask whether or not his father had stopped by and every day the answer was the same.

"No, Aidan. Why? Are you expecting something from him?"

"No reason Rebecca. I was just wondering."

"OK, well here's your e-mail for the day. And here's a file that Mr. Roban dropped off. It's the reports for the quarter."

"Thanks, Rebecca. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Sure, Aidan. Bye."

Aidan flipped through the report, not paying attention to any of the numbers or notes, and then went on to his e-mail. The top 5 messages were from businessmen who wanted to meet with him and he threw those aside. The last e-mail was different, however.

TO: Asark@dcompany.com

FROM: Sbristow@gov.org

Be in New Orleans 6 o'clock this Saturday. Nashville/Perrier in front of
church. We need to talk.
-S.

A/N: OK, the next chapter will have them meeting for those of you who are impatient! I know I sure am impatient!! REVIEW! As always.