Disclaimer: I don't own Alias!
Song: 'At My Most Beautiful' by R.E.M.
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~What Now~
~Chapter 7: At Your Most Beautiful~
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^^^ 4 Weeks Later ^^^
Sydney was almost happy. It was 2 in the morning and her boyfriend was lying next to her. The one thing that could make her life perfect was having her daughter asleep in the next room, but she wasn't there.
She turned over to look at Sark, wondering if he knew that today his daughter was turning 10. He looked peaceful when he was sleeping, a lock of hair over his eyes. He was snoring softly and Sydney giggled.
Sark slowly opened his eyes. "What are you laughing at?"
"You." Sydney playfully hit him with her pillow.
"Hey! I'm gonna get you for that!"
Sydney kissed him deeply.
"OK, maybe that can make up for it." He smirked.
"Maybe?" She kissed him again.
"OK, now: Definitely makes up for it."
* I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
A way to make you smile
I read bad poetry
Into your machine
I save your messages
Just to hear your voice
You always listen carefully
To awkward rhymes
You always say your name
Like I wouldn't know it's you
At your most beautiful.
I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
A way to make you smile
At my most beautiful
I count your eyelashes, secretly
With every one, whisper I love you
I let you sleep
I know you're closed eye watching me,
Listening
I thought I saw a smile
I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
A way to make you smile. *
Her phone rang. Sark groaned. "Why do people always call when we're in the middle of something?"
She laughed. "Maybe because they don't want us to be in the middle of something."
He sighed as she reached over to get the phone off the bedside table. "And at 2 in the morning, no less."
"Hello?" Sydney said.
"Sydney get down here right now!"
"Dad?" Sark looked at her, confused. "Down where?"
"Come to the office. You need to see something."
"Dad what is it?"
"I can't explain over the phone. Is Mr. Sark there?"
'Yeah. But Dad-"
"No buts Sydney. Just get down here and bring him with you." He hung up.
"Sydney?" Sark sounded concerned. "What does your dad want?"
"We have to go. Now."
TBC??
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A/N: OK, I decided to expand this chapter and split it up into two so you're gonna have nine chapters when I'm finished with the story. You can thank me later!! Haha. Anyway, I'll type up Chapter 8 (and maybe 9) tomorrow cuz I'm tired now. REVIEW!!!
Song: 'At My Most Beautiful' by R.E.M.
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~What Now~
~Chapter 7: At Your Most Beautiful~
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^^^ 4 Weeks Later ^^^
Sydney was almost happy. It was 2 in the morning and her boyfriend was lying next to her. The one thing that could make her life perfect was having her daughter asleep in the next room, but she wasn't there.
She turned over to look at Sark, wondering if he knew that today his daughter was turning 10. He looked peaceful when he was sleeping, a lock of hair over his eyes. He was snoring softly and Sydney giggled.
Sark slowly opened his eyes. "What are you laughing at?"
"You." Sydney playfully hit him with her pillow.
"Hey! I'm gonna get you for that!"
Sydney kissed him deeply.
"OK, maybe that can make up for it." He smirked.
"Maybe?" She kissed him again.
"OK, now: Definitely makes up for it."
* I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
A way to make you smile
I read bad poetry
Into your machine
I save your messages
Just to hear your voice
You always listen carefully
To awkward rhymes
You always say your name
Like I wouldn't know it's you
At your most beautiful.
I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
A way to make you smile
At my most beautiful
I count your eyelashes, secretly
With every one, whisper I love you
I let you sleep
I know you're closed eye watching me,
Listening
I thought I saw a smile
I've found a way to make you
I've found a way
A way to make you smile. *
Her phone rang. Sark groaned. "Why do people always call when we're in the middle of something?"
She laughed. "Maybe because they don't want us to be in the middle of something."
He sighed as she reached over to get the phone off the bedside table. "And at 2 in the morning, no less."
"Hello?" Sydney said.
"Sydney get down here right now!"
"Dad?" Sark looked at her, confused. "Down where?"
"Come to the office. You need to see something."
"Dad what is it?"
"I can't explain over the phone. Is Mr. Sark there?"
'Yeah. But Dad-"
"No buts Sydney. Just get down here and bring him with you." He hung up.
"Sydney?" Sark sounded concerned. "What does your dad want?"
"We have to go. Now."
TBC??
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A/N: OK, I decided to expand this chapter and split it up into two so you're gonna have nine chapters when I'm finished with the story. You can thank me later!! Haha. Anyway, I'll type up Chapter 8 (and maybe 9) tomorrow cuz I'm tired now. REVIEW!!!