An OC story. Because I still deny that four bad-ass magicians can do their awesome stunts while designing costumes, painting walls,and stuffing millions of dollars in someone's car.

My first ever OC so, please comment!

None of the characters in the movie, NOW YOU SEE ME, are mine. I'm not gaining any profit from this story. Thank you.


Unexpected Sidekick

Chapter 1: Sandwiches and Spoons


If Dana heard her most favorite professor tell her that she would be helping a handsome con-artist swindle money off of boat passengers one frosty morning, her opinion of her microbiology professor would have dwindled rapidly. The chances that she would even meet a con-artist, a magical con-artist in fact, were as highly impossible as her likelihood of falling into the USS Enterprise and having a threesome with Spock and Captain Kirk. But here she was, shivering in the cold sea wind, hoping desperately for something warm.

"Excuse me," she muttered, accidentally bumping into a man wearing a purplish-bluish hoodie. She really couldn't tell much since her eyesight wasn't that clear this particular day. Well, any day really. It's been ages since she last went to a doctor to get her eyes checked and her eyes were, at least when she was still in high school. But she was digressing. Dana was dragged out of her comfy floor for a reason and she might was well do her job.

Spotting the familiar jet black hair and leather jacket, Dana waited for her friend to climb aboard before ducking past the ticket operator and into the boat. A voice cried out for her to stop but she easily lost herself into the masses and took a seat in the far back.

Now let's see who we're getting today...Dana thought scanning the passengers. The guy to her right was totally out of the question, judging by the odor that was coming off his body. Wrinkling her nose, Dana spotted a man with glasses, tapping his fingers anxiously on the boat's edge. He looks promising.

Dana scrutinized the man for a moment. He was a student, judging by the writing callous on his right hand, and had quite enough money, according to the brand name etched on the side of his glasses. The person she was looking for had to be rich enough to be worth stealing, but poor enough to not have the resources to look for a stolen wallet. He had to be arrogant enough to listen to a stranger, and judging by the man's raised chin and shifty eyes, he was the man Dana was looking for.

Squeezing past the passengers that were slowly taking their places into the boat, she swept into the seat next to the man with a smile.

"I hope this seat isn't taken," she said breathlessly, as if she had run to get here. "I was worried there wouldn't be any seats near the edge left. I get a little sea sick."

The man looked startled at first, but smiled, "Nope. Do you want mine?"

Dana laughed," No worries. I'm sure one seat won't make a difference."

The man spoke, but Dana didn't hear a word as the yellow boat began to move. She scanned the crowds again and saw the glittering eyes of her friend, Jack Wilder, below deck. She smiled at him sweetly before turning back to the man next to her, "I don't suppose you don't have a deck of cards do you? I don't like letting my mind wander for too long."

Dana watched from the corner of her eye as Jack appeared from behind, climbing up the small set of stairs with the cat like gracefulness that she so admired, and picked up a spoon.

She leaned back on her seat and crossed her arms. Show time.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! I am THE next great magician," Jack Wilder announced, playing up the theatrics. Dana didn't even bother to roll her eyes this time, hearing this speech more than she particularly wanted to hear. "I will give one hundred dollars to anyone who can tell me how this trick is done."

"Oh. I love a good magic trick," Dana said, her voice speaking above Jack's explanation.

Just as she expected, the guy scoffed, "Sure. If you're a believer of such things."

"You don't believe in it?" Dana asked, as she watched Jack flutter his hands a bit. Hook.

"Magic is all illusions and tricks. Stupid if you ask me."

"So you know how he did it?" Dana asked, bating the man as she followed the rest of the audience closer to the magician.

"Well-"

"Because I'm sure I'll love to talk about how you debunked the trick over coffee" she said innocently, slipping a silver spoon into the man's back pocket. The curly haired man looked startled, as if he had never been asked out before (and Dana bet that he never had). She turned back to the passengers, feinting interest while biting back a snigger as the audience reacted to the now bent spoon. The man seemed conflicted, but a smug smile fell on his face as he felt the spoon in his pocket. Dana could practically see the cogs turn in his head and she rolled her eyes. Men. How he didn't find suspicious that he had a spoon in his pocket was a mystery to her.

But she didn't complain. If arrogance got her a tuna fish sandwich then by all means.

Dana began clapping along with the crowd and smiled widely as the man beside her rushed up to the front, a smug look on his face. Line.

Dana watched as Jack shrugged at the man and give him the hundred dollar bill from his pocket, "You've got a very good eye, sir,"

She hoped that there would be more than a hundred in the man's wallet.

She would rather not do this again tomorrow.

She stood up and headed down the stairs towards the exit as she saw Jack's hand twitch. Sinker. And hopefully a BLT for lunch. If she hadn't been looking for the movement, she wouldn't have seen it.

But Dana had seen this particular trick being performed at least a dozen, if so a hundred, times and she had lost any awe she felt for it. Jack, after all, was a master at sleight of hand.

She jumped across the ship and to the deck, nodding cheerfully at the crew. She shivered again as a cold gust of wind blew from the sea but jumped as a warm hand slipped into hers.

"Wha-?"

"Hey Dana," he greeted with his Brooklyn accent, "Come on!"

Before Dana could ask him what was going on, she heard incorrigible shouts coming from behind. She sprang to action, grabbing his hand tightly as the two ran as fast as they could away from the ship docks.

"You got caught again?" Dana hissed, dodging pedestrians, dogs and parrots (don't ask). She didn't dare glance back at the chasers, "It's the fifth time this month! Don't tell me you're slipping."

"Ah, come on Dana," Jack said, his voice a little breathy from the running but still sporting that smug tone, "I know you love this."

"I'd rather not have my innards exposed into the air, thank you very much," she snapped, tugging her ex-best friend into an alleyway. She knew the streets of New York like the back of Jack's hand, which she memorized more than her own.

It wasn't creepy at all, considering the fact that his hands gave her food, or at least the money for her food.

Ok. Maybe a little bit creepy.

Dana stopped running, slipping into a little corner hidden behind a brick wall. Inside, she knew, to be a tunnel that drug dealers often used to get away from the police. She was no drug dealer, but the place had its uses.

"Come on, Potter," she said, tying her hair back into a ponytail using a piece of twine from her pocket. "You owe be a sub sandwich."

"You're not getting anything if you keep calling me that,"

"What, The-Boy-Who-Lived?"

"Dana!" Jack whined, causing her to roll her eyes in exasperation and turning toward him.

"Stop whining you girl," she said, although her eyes sparkled in playfulness. "Now how much did I get for trading my soul to Hades?"

"So overdramatic," Jack Wilder said, ducking a punch aimed for his head. He quickly fished out the man's wallet and counted.

"You do realize that you, not I, are the illusionist of this relationship?" Dana said, placing her hands on her hips.

"That's just creepy coming from yo-wait, what's this?" Jack said, his eyes scrunching up in contemplation.

"What's wrong?" Dana asked, stepping forward in alarm. "Is it-"

Jack brought out a card from the man's wallet, and Dana squinted to see that it was a tarot card. Specifically, the Death card.

"What the he-"

Jack flipped the card between his two fingers, and Dana got a glimpse of a strange looking symbol, an eye, with directions printed on the bottom. She stared at the eye, thinking, when she suddenly gasped in realization.

"Is that-?"

"The Eye," Jack whispered.

And so started Dana's destiny to be a sidekick to the most powerful magician known to step foot in New York City.

She still didn't get to eat her sub sandwich.