Coffee Ice Cream
Procrastinating Updater
Title: ...Found
Author: me!
Setting: This story is set after ...Lost ends, about uhhh... 5 years later? Sure. 5 years later (I know it seems like I really like the #5... lool) And, if you haven't read ...Lost, then it's set from where it starts... to know more, you might want to read ...Lost, or you can just start with this one... I don't mind either way... Obviously...
Disclaimer: I do not own Bad Robot, Alias, any of the Alias cast &/or crew, J.J Abrams (otherwise Alias would be airing in the fall... :lol: ) or J.J's new series... 'Lost' (this is in no way based on this series... I just realized now... that this story and his series have the same name... ^_^ (yes, I kept this from the original ...Lost story... )
Other Info: Uhm... people are bascially the same age and everything as in the real show... nothing different really...
A/N: haha... sorry... here is more of my writing... I have to tell you guys this though... this is an S/V story all in all... and it **may** have a bit of Sarkney... (still)... you'll see what I mean later...
~Prolouge-Part I~
-Sydney's POV-
I sat in the diner watching people buzzing by. Some were waiters and waitresses. Some were crazy mothers pulling their children by. I had been waiting for a while by then. About an hour, maybe. Waiting for the one person I haven't seen for years.
I was married now, and my husband and I had children together. I hope he won't mind. If he does, that's too bad. I'm not changing for him, the man missing in my life for years.
I love the life I live now. And he will just have to accept that.
I looked at the patient floor tiles. They seemed to contradict my mood. I wanted to jump up and down, screaming, dying to know where he was right now. I was so tense, I would have done anything, had those 52 1/4 floor tiles been staring me down. The alternating black and white tiles continued to stare, no matter what I did. I glanced out the window, determined to make the tiles lose their staring contest.
There were tiny white specs falling to the cold ground, occasionly becoming larger. People outside were dressed in fluffy white parkas, with "eskimo boots." The roads outside were covered in thick, watery slush. Every car going by would splash the snow mixture on the sidewalk, sometimes, at the same time splashing a white parka turning it into a grey parka.
The sounds in the diner had now diminished, since I first arrived there, into murmurs of tired babies crying, waitresses' feet whoosing by and the 50's doo-wop music in the background. This place seemed so farmiliar in a way, I couldn't quite place my finger on it though... there was just something about the black Elvis records on the walls and the small light up Christmas trees on the every table.
A while later, the waitress waiting on me, Karen, came by asking if I'd like to order anything. I was polite in telling her 'no', I was waiting for someone. I did, eventually, order a Shirley Temple, though. As soon as it was on my table, the cherries had been vaporized, so to speak. I had an undeniable love for cherries. Sad. I know. The bell at the front door suddenly rang. A man in a dark coat came bustling into the door. He was frustrated with his watch, it seemed. Was that him?
:naughty: & :eyebrow:
Author: me!
Setting: This story is set after ...Lost ends, about uhhh... 5 years later? Sure. 5 years later (I know it seems like I really like the #5... lool) And, if you haven't read ...Lost, then it's set from where it starts... to know more, you might want to read ...Lost, or you can just start with this one... I don't mind either way...
Obviously... Disclaimer: I do not own Bad Robot, Alias, any of the Alias cast &/or crew, J.J Abrams (otherwise Alias would be airing in the fall... :lol: ) or J.J's new series... 'Lost' (this is in no way based on this series... I just realized now... that this story and his series have the same name... ^_^ (yes, I kept this from the original ...Lost story...
)Other Info: Uhm... people are bascially the same age and everything as in the real show... nothing different really...
A/N: haha... sorry... here is more of my writing... I have to tell you guys this though... this is an S/V story all in all... and it **may** have a bit of Sarkney... (still)... you'll see what I mean later...
~Prolouge-Part I~
-Sydney's POV-
I sat in the diner watching people buzzing by. Some were waiters and waitresses. Some were crazy mothers pulling their children by. I had been waiting for a while by then. About an hour, maybe. Waiting for the one person I haven't seen for years.
I was married now, and my husband and I had children together. I hope he won't mind. If he does, that's too bad. I'm not changing for him, the man missing in my life for years.
I love the life I live now. And he will just have to accept that.
I looked at the patient floor tiles. They seemed to contradict my mood. I wanted to jump up and down, screaming, dying to know where he was right now. I was so tense, I would have done anything, had those 52 1/4 floor tiles been staring me down. The alternating black and white tiles continued to stare, no matter what I did. I glanced out the window, determined to make the tiles lose their staring contest.
There were tiny white specs falling to the cold ground, occasionly becoming larger. People outside were dressed in fluffy white parkas, with "eskimo boots." The roads outside were covered in thick, watery slush. Every car going by would splash the snow mixture on the sidewalk, sometimes, at the same time splashing a white parka turning it into a grey parka.
The sounds in the diner had now diminished, since I first arrived there, into murmurs of tired babies crying, waitresses' feet whoosing by and the 50's doo-wop music in the background. This place seemed so farmiliar in a way, I couldn't quite place my finger on it though... there was just something about the black Elvis records on the walls and the small light up Christmas trees on the every table.
A while later, the waitress waiting on me, Karen, came by asking if I'd like to order anything. I was polite in telling her 'no', I was waiting for someone. I did, eventually, order a Shirley Temple, though. As soon as it was on my table, the cherries had been vaporized, so to speak. I had an undeniable love for cherries. Sad. I know. The bell at the front door suddenly rang. A man in a dark coat came bustling into the door. He was frustrated with his watch, it seemed. Was that him?
:naughty: & :eyebrow:
