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TIMELINE NOTE : January year 2000, Chicago, Terra.
FIC NOTE: Music fic




*** SURVIVOR'S LOG --- MUSIC FIC ***


Happy New Year


Starring:

Davidson-Berg Family


by DecemberGirl 1998-12-30, © DecemberGirl all rights reserved


A burst of white, and a golden rain to follow. The black and frosty clear night sky became sprinkled in various colors as the fireworks light it up.
Joe Berg chuckled to himself as he watched the dancing and shouting people in the street below.
"Haven't they had enough all ready?" He let the sterile white-gray hospital curtain fall back into place and turned back to the woman in the bed beside the window.
"The magic of the new millennium maybe keeps them going?" She smiled calm at him where she laid among the soft warm white sheets. Joe smiled back.
"I guess. But still It's over a week ago it was a new thing."
"You're such a bore Joe." Charley chuckled.
"'Addy!" Joe looked up, and at the small child sitting in a chair, newly awake. He walked over and picked her up.
"All crazy fireworks wake ya up honey?" The blond man smiled to his two-year-old daughter. Shelly just yawned and clung to her father's shoulder. Joe slowly walked back to his wife's side, and sat down on the side of her bed.
"How are ya feeling love?"
Charley smiled tired and yawned like her daughter.
"Like I've run the marathon, Nut, fine." She laughed a little.
"Gosh, they won't stop, will they?" Joe glared at the window and smirked as another round of fireworks exploded.
"Probably not for the rest of the month anyway." Charley grinned. "But look at it this way. Our son has gotten a hell of a welcome party to the world." She smiled warmly and sat up.
With gentle hands, the human woman leant over to the infant's bed beside hers, and picked the little bundle up in her arms.
"Welcome to the world, and Happy new year, Paul." She smiled warmly at her son and kissed his head. Joe watched while holding his now again sleeping daughter in his arms. Life didn't get much more cosy than this, surely.
A beginning of a new.
He just hoped it was to be a good saga. With a good ending.



No more champagne


And the fireworks are through


Here we are, me and you


Feeling lost and feeling blue


It's the end of the party


And the morning seems so grey


So unlike yesterday


Now's the time for us to say...



Happy new year


Happy new year


May we all have a vision now and then


Of a world where every neighbour is a friend


Happy new year


Happy new year


May we all have our hopes, our will to try


If we don't we might as well lay down and die


You and I



Sometimes I see


How the brave new world arrives


And I see how it thrives


In the ashes of our lives


Oh yes, man is a fool


And he thinks he'll be okay


Dragging on, feet of clay


Never knowing he's astray


Keeps on going anyway...



Happy new year


Happy new year


May we all have a vision now and then


Of a world where every neighbour is a friend


Happy new year


Happy new year


May we all have our hopes, our will to try


If we don't we might as well lay down and die


You and I



Seems to me now


That the dreams we had before


Are all dead, nothing more


Than confetti on the floor


It's the end of a decade


In another ten years time


Who can say what we'll find


What lies waiting down the line


In the end of ninety-nine...



Happy new year


Happy new year


May we all have a vision now and then


Of a world where every neighbour is a friend


Happy new year


Happy new year


May we all have our hopes, our will to try


If we don't we might as well lay down and die


You and I






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Lyrics from "Happy new Year" - By ABBA