Wasted Time

lilspy

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Title: Wasted Time
Author: Lilspy
Summery: Sydney takes a break for the espionage life to deal with the loss of not only Vaughn, but of her child as she attempts to start fresh. Starting fresh, might mean clearing the way for unexpected feelings.
Disclaimer: I do not own Alias. Imitation is the highest form of flattery. ‘nuff said.
A/N: Hello world..
Suggested Listening: “Wasted Time” by the Eagles

Prologue: Wasted Time

A loud horn could be heard mixed in with a few cheers on the ship. I sat outside, wearing a flowing knee-length black skirt with a white low cut shirt, a black and white belt, and white high heels, on one of the upper decks to avoid people, but realized my mistake as a crowd of people sauntered onto the deck. This sun deck enclosed a pool that was at least 25 feet deep and 10 feet in diameter and a blue Jacuzzi. This pool and the Jacuzzi were in the center of everything. They were surrounded by a bar, a counter where food could be purchased, and, on the other side, a stage and some lounge chairs overlooking the waters. In between the lounge chairs and the food stand were 2 sets of stairs. By way of stairs, one could find, overhead, the uppermost desk or the next deck, down below.

As I ordered a Green Apple Smirnoff Ice from the bar, I watched the people enthusiastically dance to the Electric Slide near the stage. The setting sun painted the casino ship an assortment of romantic orange and reds. I headed up to the next deck, to find some peace and quiet while I continued to swallow my drink. The lengthy and nearly completely vertical stairs led me to a catwalk of sorts. On one side was the wall of the movie theater and on the other was the space above the attached lifeboats. I continued walking until I reached an area with more space to move. This part of the deck was filled with tables and plastic chairs but still left plenty of room for dancing and walking. Across from the area was the ship’s club- filled with lively people.

I glanced through the glass at the club as I walked over to the ship’s railing. On this deck the railing was backed by glass. I leaned on this railing, sipping the last of my drink. Up here the wind billowed my hair and my skirt the same way.

“You realize that’s bad for the baby.” A voice whispered into my ear.

I whipped my heard around, prepared to kill the person with my looks alone.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded to know.

“Is this how you deal with it? By doing this? Being here?” he evaded my question.

“I don’t need this.” I responded, turning around to stare at the Atlantic Ocean.

“It’s not healthy.” he persisted.

I gave a small chuckle. “You’re giving me advise on what’s healthy, what’s right? Last time I checked, your morality wasn’t exactly up to par.”

He smirked at this.

“Excuse me, can I have a Long Island Iced Tea please?” I asked a passing waiter, placing my cup onto his tray.

“Sure, Miss, coming right up.” he replied, walking towards the club.

“You didn’t answer my question.” I reminded him.

“Honestly?” he began, leaning on the railing. “I’m on vacation.”

“Of course you are. You just also happen to be vacationing all the way across the country on a casino ship in Fort Lauderdale, the same exact time that I am.” I retorted in a disbelieving voice.

“It could be a coincidence,” he persisted. “Hell, you’ve been on this ship now for 5 months. You know the names of the workers. They know your name. It’s ridiculous. You can‘t deal with your baby’s death this way.”

“Shut up!” I demanded, turning to him. “And they don‘t know my real name, they known an alias.”

“Excuse me, here’s your drink.” a waiter handed me.

“Thank you.” I thanked him as he walked away.

I took large swigs on the drink before continuing.

“You have no clue what I’m going through, okay?”

“I know there are many women out there who have gone through it and they don’t deal with it by running away! All these people out here who want to take down the Great Sydney Bristow, and it turns out, she’ll be undone by her own doing.” I watched as Sark walked away.

~~~3 hours later~~~

I slumped onto a chair, my vision blurring after 5 Long Island Iced Teas and 3 Green Apple Smirnoff Ices.

“Stairs,” I reminded myself. I struggled to stand before I slowly headed to the catwalk. Once I was there I held onto the railing with a death grip as I crossed it. I had made it down the first step of the stairs before I nearly fell. I grabbed onto the railing as unconsciousness threatened to overcome me. I glanced at the rest of the stairs like one glances at an immediate 1,000 foot drop. I whimpered and reached for the handrail and some footing below me. Instead I found myself flat on my ass with no progress whatsoever. I leaned against the arm rail, crying softly.

Well baby, there you stand
With your little head, down in your hand
Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening
again
Your baby's gone, and you're all alone
and it looks like the end.


I felt arms slip underneath my shoulders and pull me up.

“Baby Steps.” they reminded me, “and watch the suit.”

I leaned onto them for support as I took the wobbly steps needed to reach the other side of the crosswalk. When I passed by a chair, I slumped down onto it and contently closed me eyes. I opened my eyes, when someone ordered me to drink something. I glanced at it- Club soda with lime and bitters.

“No.” I whispered.

“Drink it.” They insisted.

I sat up and took a few swallows before I pushed it away. “No, that.. No.”

I laid my head on my arm as I prepared to sleep again. “Just… let me sleep. I’ll be okay if I just get some sleep.”

As I closed my eyes, I felt them trace the outline of my face.

And you're back out on the street.
And you're tryin' to remember.
How will you start it over?
You don't know what became.
You don't care much for a stranger's touch,
But you can't hold your man.


Sometime later the voice called out again. “Let’s go.”

I leaned onto to them as they helped me downstairs to my cabin. However, before we had even reached halfway I had destroyed their suit with the remenants of what I had consumed that day.

~~~The next day~~~
I looked over expectantly, eager to see Vaughn, but instead I found no one. He’s gone I reminded myself staring down at my belly, and so is any evidence that he ever existed. Tears slid silently down my cheeks.

You never thought you'd be alone this far
down the line
And I know what's been on your mind
You're afraid it's all been wasted time


With a sigh, I rolled over to stare at the clock. 2:25 PM. I sat up, attempting to force any thought of Vaughn or my lost child out of my mind. The thoughts, the warnings from the beginning about dating him, loving him.

The autumn leaves have got you thinking
about the first time that you fell
You didn't love the boy too much, no, no
you just loved the boy to well, Farewell


“Dear Miss Bristow,

I saw you last night on the stairs and brought you back here after getting some guidance form the help. Hopefully, with that thought you can sleep easily without wondering what you might have done with some stranger last night. Be careful, if the workers realize what’s going on, they might not allow you to continually stay on their ship. You can thank me later. By the way, you owe me a suit.

I‘m sure I‘ll find some use of this situation later,

Sark”

And now I was one of the many unfortunate souls who was indebted to Sark.

So you live from day to day, and you dream
about tomorrow, oh.
And the hours go by like minutes
and the shadows come to stay
So you take a little something to
make them go away


No, I insisted. Today is a new day. So, while still wearing my clothes from yesterday, I forced a smile on my face and stepped outside. Walking by my cabin was a woman who was laughing with her husband and holding her child. With a sigh, I turned back into my room and closed the door.

And I could have done so many things, baby
If I could only stop my mind from wondrin' what
I left behind and from worrying 'bout this wasted time


I took a shower and changing into blue shorts and a white tank top. I pulled on blue and white Nikes and pulled my hair into a ponytail. You can do this. All you have to do is make it a learning experience. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. All of this, it wasn’t wasted time. I would not let this be my undoing.

Ooh, another love has come and gone
Ooh, and the years keep rushing on
I remember what you told me before you went out on your own:
"Sometimes to keep it together, we got to leave it alone."
So you can get on with your search, baby, and I can
get on with mine
And maybe someday we will find , that it wasn't really
wasted time
Mm,hm
Oh hoo, ooh, ohh,
Ooh,ooh, mm


I took a deep breath and pocketed the keys to my cabin in my shorts and headed off to the gym.

---Dixon’s POV---
I sighed, holding my head in my hands as I was briefed by Jack on yet another failed mission with one of our new recruits.

“We need you to get better Sydney.” I whispered.

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And now...onto the latest chapter.

Disclaimer: Alias is not mine. Imitation is the highest form of flattery.
A/N: Thank you so much for your reviews! They give me inspiration to write. Please note that I will not always incorporate a song within my chapters. This song just gave me inspiration to write this chapter.
Suggested Listening: “Holly Wood Died” by Yellowcard

Chapter 1~Eventually

Surrounded by familiar faces without names
None of them know me or want to share my pain
And they only wish to bask in my light, then fade
away
-Eventually by Pink

I had begun running on the treadmill at a casual running pace repeating a phrase over and over to myself. The more I repeated the phrase the faster I ran as I watched my speed increase on the machine. I ran until I was tired, then I pushed a few buttons and slowed my pace to a steady jog, pushing my body past its breaking point. I glanced at the distance- 12.5 miles. I wiped the sweat out of my eyes and continued running. I didn’t even check my distance as I felt my legs buckle underneath me and I fell to the floor. The tears came easily then. Somewhere in the distance I could hear quick and purposeful breaths.

“Jab, jab, jab, left cross, right cross, uppercut…” the person whispered to himself. I could hear the shuffle of feet on the ground with precise movements blending with his British accent.

I glanced up expecting to see Sark. In his place, however, was a young brunette man of about 20. He was in baggy gym pants with a thin white wife beater covering his chest. He had on sneakers and tape covered his hands and knuckles.

I took a few cautious breaths before I picked myself up. I heard the man force out a few more breaths.

“I like the way you push yourself.” He began, dodging an invisible punch. “Have you ever thought about boxing?”

I uttered a forced chuckle and glanced away.

“May I ask what that mantra was?” He pried, continuing his training.

“It’s personal.” I retorted coldly, leaving the gym.

Accidents out on the highway to somewhere
They tell us about when we were young
Rescuers working to clean up the crashes
Before she can see what they've done


Climbing the stairs, I stared into the dining room. In there sat Sark and some petite blonde girl of about 12. His crisp, mar-free suit stood out against her wrinkled jeans, sloppy blue t-shirt and uncombed hair with unruly bangs hiding her forehead. Whatever she was telling in in that hush tone had captured Sark’s complete attention.

Nobody told her she'd lose in the first round
The last fight was fixed from the start
Name's on her side walks
They move through her body


I watched the scene unfold, my attention only averting when I heard a short blonde woman with perfect features, excluding her crooked nose, in a petite frilly knee-length green dress talking to a taller man with dirty blonde hair and lovely green eyes in jeans and a green t-shirt.

“I’m sorry about what happened. I can’t turn back time and I’m glad for that. Without it, we wouldn’t know how to learn from this. But I can say I’m sorry and that I love you.” the man told the woman he was with.

“I love you too, Michael.” the women cooed.

Like razors they cut through her heart
Like razors they cut through her heart


I stared at the woman at she kissed this Michael, unsure of what emotion I was feeling. I headed in their direction, increasing my speed as I closed the distance between us.

“He’ll leave you.” I whispered into the woman’s ear. “They always do. Everybody leaves.”

I continued walking past them, not stopping to hear or see their reactions, as if nothing had occurred at all.

Hey let go
Of all you know
And get fired away now
What have you got to lose


I was on my way back to my room to shower, to wash away all I had done when I spotted boxer guy. I sat down at the small glass table where he was consuming a Budweiser.

“I’m not dealing with this too well.” I informed him.

He gave a confused glance in my direction, before he continued with his drink.

“I’m a bad person?” I asked.

“I’ll say.” Boxer guy responded.

And say out loud
These words I found
I'll be back when you come down
I'll be waiting for you


“Hey!” I yelled. “You’re supposed to say, ‘no, Sydney, you are not a bad person.’”

“Well, Sydney, I don’t really know you. If you, who obviously knows yourself better than I do, say you’re a bad person, maybe you are.” He concluded.

“Let’s play a game,” I began. “a game of who’s life sucks the most. I’ll let you go first.”

“My girlfriend of 6 years just admitted that she’s been cheating on me… with my brother. That’s it. I’m left with a broken heart and a useless, nonrefundable ring that took me 9 months to save up for.” Boxer boy enlightened me.

“You were gonna propose?” I questioned.

“I was./I]” he stated, sadly.

“I killed someone.” I began, catching his interested. “Someone I would have given my life for. Someone I loved more than anyone in the world.”

He stared at me, the silence growing.

“My job, the place where I’ve worked for years, told me to take some time off. I didn’t want to. I just wanted to minimize the time where I would feel useless. I don’t like feeling that way. There was an accident. I… I was… it’s hard to explain. But I fell. I fell quite a distance… and landed. The doctors say I could have been hurt a lot more then I was, it could’ve been worse. But I don’t see how.” I began.

“What happened?” he asked.

“They say that…” I began, tears choking my voice. “…that because I landed on my stomach, it cushioned the blow. But there was nothing… there was nothing to protect my baby, my everything. My baby saved me. How messed up is that? It is supposed to be the other way around. And now, I’ll never get to see her face, or talk about how she could do better than the creep she’s with now, or see her get married, or… she’s gone.”

The night life
The high life
She just wants a good life
So someone remembers her too


“Come here.” he whispered, draping an arm around my shaking shoulders.

“God,” I whispered. “I have never explained it to anyone. I didn’t even fully explain it to you. I can’t. There’s an investigation going on at work. No one talked about it. They would just stare at me. Some people would look at me with pity, but there were some that… I could see it in their eyes. Accusations… I don’t even know your name, and I‘ve told you so much about my life. You could be a rapist for all I know.”

“Well, my name is Steve, and I’m uh…. not a rapist.” Boxer boy introduced himself. “And you, Sydney, have the prettiest eyes I have ever seen in my life.”

“Thank you.” I smiled staring at him.

He smiled and leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss.

But somewhere she heard there was some place to go when
You die when you live like we do
Die when you live like we do


“Don’t,” I pleaded, pulling away from him, “please, don’t.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, looking away.

“There you are.” Sark greeted with a fake cheerfulness. He tugged me to a standing position and said goodbye to Steve.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, as we walked away, his arm still using its death grip to keep me by his side.

Hey let go
Of all you know
And get fired away now
What have you got to lose


“None of your damn business.” I retorted.

“Hmm..” he began. “I disagree.”

I fumbled around, looking for the keys to my cabin.

“Who sent you?” I demanded.

“No one.” he insisted. “I’m not paid to be a babysitter.”

“Who sent you to look after me?” I persisted.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he evaded. “Telling that guy your life story, you have no idea who he is.”

“It was not my life story, and it was my choice to do so.” I responded, opening my door.

“I don’t want my first vacation in such a long time to be interrupted by my having to leave because you blew your cover over some guy just trying to get into your pants.”

“Well, it’s nice to see that you are finally thinking of someone other than yourself.” I replied sarcastically.

And say out loud
These words I found
I'll be back when you come down
I'll be waiting for you


“Just be careful.” he whispered, and walked away as I closed my door.

"You'll get over this eventually." I reminded myself. "He did."

Hey let go
Of all you know
And get fired away now
What have you got to lose


~~~Steve’s POV~~~
“Hello” I spoke into my phone. “Yes, uh huh. Yes. She just went into her cabin.”

And say out loud
These words I found
I'll be back when you come down
I'll be waiting for you


A/N: Question/ comments. This chapter was mainly a transitional chapter. I will write up another chapter asap.
 
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great chapter!!!
thanks, woot. your the first to review.


That was great! Kind of confusing but great nonetheless.
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awww he's bad :( i liked him too lol
can't wait for more :smiley:
:P ... so he is... is he? being bad's never stopped people before.... :angelic:
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As I ordered a Green Apple Smirnoff Ice from the bar....


“You realize that’s bad for the baby.” A voice whispered into my ear.

....

“It could be a coincidence,” he persisted. “Hell, you’ve been on this ship now for 5 months. You know the names of the workers. They know your name. It’s ridiculous. You can‘t deal with your baby’s death this way.”

Why would he say it's bad for the baby if the baby is dead???

I felt arms slip underneath my shoulders and pull me up.

“Baby Steps.” they reminded me, “and watch the suit.”

...

I laid my head on my arm as I prepared to sleep again. “Just… let me sleep. I’ll be okay if I just get some sleep.”

As I closed my eyes, I felt them trace the outline of my face.

Sometime later the voice called out again. “Let’s go.”

I leaned onto to them as they helped me downstairs to my cabin. However, before we had even reached halfway I had destroyed their suit with the remenants of what I had consumed that day.

So nice from someone (sark) to help her :P

I looked over expectantly, eager to see Vaughn, but instead I found no one. He’s gone I reminded myself staring down at my belly, and so is any evidence that he ever existed.

That part made me very sad (n)

“Dear Miss Bristow,

I saw you last night on the stairs and brought you back here after getting some guidance form the help. Hopefully, with that thought you can sleep easily without wondering what you might have done with some stranger last night. Be careful, if the workers realize what’s going on, they might not allow you to continually stay on their ship. You can thank me later. By the way, you owe me a suit.

I‘m sure I‘ll find some use of this situation later,

Sark”

And now I was one of the many unfortunate souls who was indebted to Sark.

I liked that note, it was hilarious ;)

---Dixon’s POV---
I sighed, holding my head in my hands as I was briefed by Jack on yet another failed mission with one of our new recruits.

“We need you to get better Sydney.” I whispered.


So sad but still so GREAT! (y)
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Why would he say it's bad for the baby if the baby is dead???
So nice from someone (sark) to help her :P
That part made me very sad (n)
I liked that note, it was hilarious ;)
So sad but still so GREAT! (y)
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-He said that to get a reaction form her....
-of course.
- yeah, agent yawns dead...
-hm... morning after notes...
-thanks
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A/N: Yep, another update!
Suggest Listening: “Ordinary People” by John Legend

Chapter 2~Ordinary People


~~~Sydney’s POV~~~
I opened the door to my cabin the following day to find Sark leaning against my doorway.

“What are you doing here?” I asked behind huge red-tinted sunglasses.

“Monetary issues.” he replied coolly.

“Well, seeing as how you aren’t Ed McMann here to deliver a check to me, you must be here about the suit.” I reasoned.

He countered by throwing me a look as he stepped inside my cabin.

“Problem. Unlike you, I don’t just have 2 grand stashed in my back pocket. You’re gonna have to wait with the suit.” I informed him.

“I don’t want to wait.” he replied.

“Well, I can’t give you something that I don’t have it, so sorry princess, you’re felgercarb out of luck.”

“Find something to take its place then.” he responded.

“I’m not working with you.” I quickly stated. “Nor am I doing any sexual favors.”

“And I was so looking forward to it.” he replied sarcastically.

“In exchange for retribution of your suit and your continual assistance with my emotional situation…” I paused, stalling for time. “I would be willing…”

“This should be interesting.” I heard Sark whisper to himself.

I glanced at his suit. “…to help you blend in. You said you didn’t want to draw attention and risk spoiling your vacation. Let’s be honest, how many men walk around on casino ships wearing suits? Not many. Especially if he’s by himself. No wife or girlfriend. After all,” I whispered, “you wouldn’t want your vacation to end so abruptly, now would you?”

He stopped to think this over. “I’ll get back to you on it.”

“One more thing,’ I grabbed his arm on the way out. “No one, I repeat no one, finds out about this.”


~~~30 minutes later~~~~

I lay on a plastic lounge chair in a white bikini with gold trimmings and let me hair down.

“Can I join you?” a voice asked.

“Sure.” I replied, eyes closed.

“I’m sorry.” he began.

I opened my eyes, with a sigh, to stare at him. “Steve, it’s alright. It was an honest mistake.”

“So…” he continued. “that guy you left with last night was…”

“The guy I left with last night,” I repeated, buying time, “…he was… was sort of a friend.”

“What do you mean?” he asked. “I’m sorry. We just met I have no right to ask these kind of questions, I was just wondering...”

I heard him trail off as I sized up a passerby, smiling unconsciously.

“Are you listening?” he asked, tapping me lightly on the shoulder.

“Yes, of course I am.” I assured him, stealing a quick glance backwards. “Why?”

“Are you sure nothing’s going on with you and that guy “friend” of yours?” he questioned.

“Yea, why?” I repeated.

“Because you just stared at him like a starving lion looks at weak prey.” He accused.

“Why are you such an asshole today?” I demanded to know.

He muttered something underneath his breath before he stood up. “I came here to apologize for my indecent behavior and I did, and now that I’ve been insulted, I’m going to take that as my cue to get going.”

I spotted Sark entering the dining room with the same blonde as before.

“Wait!” I yelled, turning him around. “I’m sorry. How about we go get lunch? On me?”

“Well, I make it a point not to say no to free things, so, lead the way.” he smiled.

I took his hand and strutted into the dining room, spotting my target instantaneously.

The large dining room was filled with larger tables lining the perimeter, booths at the corners, and smaller tables scattered throughout the rest of the room. Approximately 15 feet from the entrance was a medium sized buffet section where you obtained your food. Drinks were purchased, however, via waiters and waitresses. Off to the right of the buffet was a dance floor and a lovely black grand piano. The closed curtains shut off the light from outside the room, so that it was only illuminated by the artificial lights on inside.

I hurried though the room, tugging Steve along behind me. I smiled an innocent smile as we slid into a table where Sark and the brunette were sitting.

“Fancy meeting you here.” I greeted.

Steve glare at Sark.

“Hello, my name is Sydney- Sydney Jennifer Bailey.” I greeted the blonde preteen.

“Hello Sydney.” she shook my hair with a firm grip. “I’m Sam. Samantha Ashley Shoemocker.”

“Well Sam, this is Steve.” I introduced her, pointing to the guy in question, “and I see you already know my friend over there.”

“So I do.” she flashed a smile. Her golden blonde hair was neatly combed and she was in a neatly ironed red tank top and blue jeans completed with blue flip flops.

“So how does a middle schooler end up on a casino ship with my friend over there?” I questioned.

“I’m not in middle school,” she clarified. “I’m a Junior in high school. I’m just... small for my age.”

“Oh,” I gave her a look of regret. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. But I’m still interested in how you wound up with him.”

“It’s a long story.” she retorted in a voice that demanded I leave things be. “How did you two meet?”

“Us? Well, I’m just like any ordinary person, trying to take things slow and make things work out. I happened to meet him through a mutual friend one day. It was interesting because you could say he was, is, the complete opposite of me.” I stretched the truth.

“And yet you’re still attracted to him.” Steve mumbled under his breath.

“What was that?” Sark questioned as a man began to play the piano.

“Steve here was just asking if I’d like to dance, “weren’t you, Steve?”

“Yes, but then I remembered that I am starving, so I’m going to sit this one out.” he forced a smile.

Girl im in love with you
This ain't the honeymoon
Past the infatuation phase
Right in the thick of love
At times we get sick of love
It seems like we argue everyday


“I however,” Sark began, standing up. “am not one to turn down an offer to dance with a beautiful woman. Miss Bailey.”

With a forced smile I took Sark’s extended hand and stood up, walking to the dance floor.

It wasn’t, however, until his arms were wrapped around my waist and we were dancing to the song that I whispered into his ear. “Tell me the truth. What the hell is that Sam girl doing here with you?”

“Well,” he began, also in a whisper as he extended his arm out, causing me to spin before he pulled me back in. “I certainly didn’t bring her out here to rape her if that’s what you mean.”

I know i misbehaved
And you made your mistakes
And we both still got room left to grow
And though love sometimes hurts
I still put you first
And we'll make this thing work
But I think we should take it slow


“Cut the felgercarb, Sark. What’s she doing here?” I murmured, angrily.

“Let’s see,” he thought aloud. “Sam had money, she wanted to go, she purchased a ticket. So she was able to get onboard.”

I sighed. “What about everything. Every since you’ve been on this boat. It’s like someone
has taken over your body. Someone with a heart. What’s going on here?”

“How do you know that I’m not being myself.” With 2 swift movements he dipped me and then brought me back up. “Maybe you’re just not good at knowing people.”

We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
Cuz we're ordinary people
Maybe we should take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)
This time we'll take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)
This time we'll take it slow


The singer smiled as he stood up and walked closer to us. The other dancers around us parted, creating a circle around us.

This ain't a movie no
No fairy tale conclusion ya'll
It gets more confusing everyday
Sometimes it's heaven sent
Then we head back to hell again
We kiss then we make up on the way


“Maybe if you took a minute to unwrap yourself form your egotistical thoughts you would realize that coincidences happen and that not everyone is all just as I’m sure you have got some skeletons in your closet preventing you from being considered completely good. Did you ever happen to think that maybe I felt sorry to see someone who I had so much respect in such a demeaning manner? That maybe I was simply doing something nice? No, but you are always right, so I must be here to shoot someone or steal something, right? Because I couldn‘t possibly pity the state you were in and when it comes down to it, prefer you slightly happy?” He muttered condescendingly.

“That’s the thing, our relationship is never “heaven sent.” We’ve stayed so long in hell we’re paying rent. And now you just expect me to believe that out of the bottom of your heart you just decided to help me out with little or no benefit to you.” I responded.

I hang up you call
We rise and we fall
And we feel like just walking away
As our love advances
We take second chances
Though it's not a fantasy
I Still want you to stay


His fingers found themselves tangled in my hair as he held onto my neck.

“Ever consider the fact that you may in fact be much happier if you stopped asking questions.” he responded.

“I couldn’t. I was too busy considering the fact that I am alive today because I asked questions and questioned people’s motives.”

He smiled and slid his arms back lazily down to my waist.

We’re just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
Cuz we're ordinary people
Maybe we should take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)
This time we'll take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)
This time we'll take it slow


“I’m not talking about work. I’m talking about in everyday life. Taking time out of it to just shut up and enjoy life.”

I muttered a reply to which I knew he couldn’t decipher.

Take it slow
Maybe we'll live and learn
Maybe we'll crash and burn
Maybe you'll stay, maybe you'll leave,
maybe you'll return
Maybe another fight
Maybe we won't survive
But maybe we'll grow
We never know baby youuuu and I


I felt Sark move his head.

“Prince Charming just left.” he informed me.

“He’s not prince charming.” I responded, feeling the need to justify that point.

“Really? So he transformed back into a toad?” he asked.

“So I take it you’re accepting my offer with the suit in exchange for helping me?” I avoided justifying his question with an answer.

“I’m considering it. I don‘t know what I can do I’m just an ‘ordinary person’ ” he responded, slowing lowering his lips to mine in a quick but toe-curling kiss. With that he left the dance floor and the dining room altogether.

We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
Cuz we're ordinary people
Maybe we should take it slow (Heyyy)
We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
Cuz we're ordinary people
Maybe we should take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)
This time we'll take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)
This time we'll take it slow


A/N: Well at least you all know that she now knows that he’s alive and she’s not interested in the Steve guy (or is she?) Leave a comment and I’ll post another chapter up asap. (as soon as practical[screw possible])
 
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