Disclaimer: I have never, and will never own Alias; happy?
A/N: The last chapter (the Epilogue) will be posted next week.
Suggested listening: Everytime by Britney Spears
Previously on A Fine Line: "What are you gonna do?" I questioned, watching him leave. He walked towards the door opening it and exiting out of the room. "What are you gonna do?" I called again.
"Trust me." he began, standing up, grasping my shoulders. "I'll fix this."
He tilted his head down capturing my lips in a quick kiss, before he backed away.
Chapter 13- This song is my sorry
(((3 days later)))
---Faith's POV---
I slammed the door of my apartment, causing some of the chipped paint to fall off, echoing the sound against the walls of my apartment. I threw my keys into the bowl, cursing under my breath about what had happened. I went to m bar and poured myself a scotch, wondering just how I could cover for him. The truck that we had stolen had begun making dangerous turns to elude the CIA, but in the end we had to park it and head in different directions. I headed to my room, determined to track down that brother of mine, to look for the phone.
---Sydney's POV---
I groaned, slamming my hand down upon the keyboard. This action aroused attention, which caused everyone to stare at me.
"Sorry," I apologized, "Slow internet."
I picked up the paper I had with me, and signed off the computer before signing out at the front desk. I pushed up the black glasses on my face, when they began to slip down. I had looked up in so many different places for where Sark had went, but I had found nothing.
---Sark's POV---
I picked up the payphone and pushed in the coins.
"Operator." a woman greeted me.
"Nice cover," I commented, "now put me on to Dixon. I know you've rerouted all calls to a new, secure location."
"Sir," the woman began nervously, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes, you do. Now, put me on to Dixon, or he'll be losing the opportunity of a life time." I proposed. When a few minutes went by without anyone coming on the phone, I knew she had went to get Dixon.
"Who's this?" he began uncertain.
"It's Santa Clause." I began in oddly cherry voice.
"Cut the crap, Sark. What's the deal?" he demanded.
"What if I said, I could give you the names and locations of everyone who participated in the… conspiracy, if you will, of the CIA?" I questioned.
---Dixon's POV---
"I'd say you were setting me up." I answered, honestly. I covered the mouthpiece and spoke to the guy beside me, "Are you tracing this call?"
"Of course, sir." he answered.
I placed the phone back to my ear in time to hear the dial tone.
"I knew he was setting us up." I groaned. He was probably attempting to trace our location. Are you sure our side of the conversation is secure?"
"Yes, sir." he responded.
---Sark's POV---
I walked over to the phone beside the payphone I was in before and dialed the number again.
"Operator." the woman greeted me.
"Get a new routine." I greeted her.
"Oh, it's Santa again." she snapped.
"Hey, do you want coal this year?" I retorted.
I heard her scoff and then silence engulfed the phone as she went to get Dixon.
"Welcome back, Sark."
"I'll make this quick, I know you're tracing the location of this phone. I'll turn in everybody who was evolved in the attempt to take you guys down… including yours truly, and pay for a new building to be built, on one condition…" I proposed.
"What's the catch?" Dixon asked.
"Well… we'll discuss that when I turn myself in, meet me at the remains of the old building." I answered, hanging up the phone.
---Sydney's POV---
I drove back to Sark's old house in a false hope of finding him there.
---Dixon' POV---
"Make sure we're ready." I began, "Sark has told us that he's turning himself in and everybody that was involved on one condition."
"What's the condition?" Vaughn asked.
"He wont tell us, until he turns himself in." I answered.
"It's gotta be a trap." Jack protested.
"Yes, that's why we'll be ready in case it is." I began. "Now, let's go get him."
(((An hour later)))
"I still don't see why we had to get just about everybody to take him in." a man stated behind me.
I turned around, glaring at him. "Because Mr. Sark is very dangerous. That's why." I stopped 10 feet away from him. I held up my hand, signaling for me to stop walking whilst the continued up to him.
"You do realize that we're going to have to blindfold you and handcuff you before we put you in a straightjacket?" I began, two guards walking behind me.
He gave one crisp nod, as he extended out his hands so that we could handcuff him.
"Who could have known that this is how he would go down?" the guard asked to my right.
One guard then proceeded to handcuff his ankles before we placed, with a little difficulty, on the straightjacket. He took a bandanna and tied it, covering his eyes before we placed a black cape over his head, and then a black bad over his head. From there we connected a chain to held lead Sark around.
"No mistakes this time." I ordered.
We attached two long poles to the chain and kept him in line with that.
I walked over to his ears and whispered, "Soon, you'll look just like the s you really are."
Because of what we had covering his face, I couldn't see the expression on his face. From there we led him into a special truck where we chained him to his chair, and we had the chair chained to the ground. We then installed the foolproof lock. If you put in the wrong code or tampered with it, he would be dead in under 5 seconds.
The two guards hopped in the back, where another guard was waiting as well. Jack and Vaughn drove the truck with myself following them in another car. Everyone else, just drove back in their own vehicles.
---Sydney's POV---
I exhaled, knowing before I even checked the last room, that he wasn't here.
"Where could he have gone?" I asked out loud looking for an answer.
Hours later
It took us awhile to get Sark to his new cell, where the judge would have put him on trial behind a bulletproof glass. However, with Sark's new proposition, the judge would have to wait. Depending on what it was, he might be given a pardon against his death and instead just be behind bars for life.
"You know… last time I got to walk around in here." Sark commented, chained to the walls just above his bed.
"Yea, well this time you don't. So, that was a pretty amazing offer you suggested earlier, care to tell me the catch?" I asked.
"Yea, the catch is," Sark began, "Agent Sydney Bristow is to go free. And fro a maximum, a few community service hours. Also, if after all of this she wants to leave this business… let her."
"Let me get this straight: first, you're standing up for who we all know to be your enemy; and second, you want her to go free after what she did?" I questioned.
"No, Mr. Dixon, I am not. I am asking you to let her go free for the things she did not do. She did not set up some huge conspiracy to take you guys down. She did not go around recruiting people to give us greater numbers; she did not train those people; and she did not lie to set someone up." he clarified.
"And just who exactly did do those things, Mr. Sark?" I questioned.
Sark suddenly found the ground very interesting.
"Mr. Sark… answer me!" I yelled. "Who set this up?"
I heard him mumble something incoherent.
"Speak up, Mr. Sark!" I demanded.
"My sister!" he yelled, before glancing down.
"This is a new low, even for you." I began. "So, you've resorted to making up fake people."
However, when I glanced up, the only expression I had ever seen displayed on his face, told me he wasn't lying. Shame. Shame for giving up his sister.
"What if, hypothetically, I took you're deal, what then?" I asked.
"Then I would give you the coordinates of where the Covenant is going to be at, they're going to retrieve a very important artifact. Once you bring them down ,you can go into their facility and in the main office, which shouldn't be hard to find. You will be able to find all the information you need to extract out all the money you need, it's my inheritance money, to pay for rebuilding the building. I'll give you the names of everyone else that was involved, after the trial. Then, you can proceed to go through with your trial for all of us." I enlightened them.
"So, if you knew all along where to get this information, why didn't you just get your money before?" Dixon questioned.
"Because I found out 2 days ago. Also, I wouldn't have made it 3 miles before the Covenant would have, not only known my location, but would have been after me. You are free to use all of it. I'm pretty sure, after you guys are done with me, I wont be needing it." I commented.
"Well, we'll think about it." I told him, leaving the room.
(((A week later)))
"Well, Mr. Sark," I began. "We have accepted your offer. Your trial begins today. Do you want a lawyer?"
"You know that's not going to help. No, I want a speedy trial." I answered.
"Okay, you're choice. So, will you please state that again for the record?" I pulled out a tape recorder and pressed record.
"I, Mr. Sark, choose not to have a lawyer, and I also want a speedy trial. I'm Mr. Sark, and I confirm this recording." I spoke.
I pressed stop. "thank you, see you in a few hours."
---Sydney's POV---
I groaned, driving back to headquarters. I had on a jacket over a red tank top and shorts on with flip flops to finish it off. I figured that Sark must have done something to get himself caught, because I should have found him by now.
I dialed my father's number.
"Bristow." he greeted.
"Hey, dad, where's the new HQ? I'm coming in, I want answers." I spoke bluntly.
---Sark's POV---
"Do you, Mr. Lazaray, confirm that you did in fact participate in the crimes listed before?" the judge asked.
"Yes, M'am, I did." I admitted.
come notice me
and take my hand
so why are we
strangers when
our love is strong
why carry on without me?
---Sydney's POV---
I pushed through security, groaning when it didn't go by fast enough. I hurried to Dixon's office, or at lest where a temporary office had been set up.
---Sark's POV---
I glanced around, looking into the eyes of people who hated me, people who's family members I had used, tortured, or even killed.
and everytime i try to fly
i fall without my wings
i feel so small
"Do you understand the charges?" the judge asked.
"Yes, M'am," I answered.
---Sydney's POV---
In Dixon's "Office" there was a list of names of the people, on our side, who had been killed or injured. I spotted Marshall's name on the side of those killed in action, and Weiss's name on the severely injured list. He was probably in the ICU. I bit my lips, trying unsuccessfully, not to cry.
i guess i need you baby
and everytime i see you in my dreams
i see your face, it's haunting me
i guess i need you baby
---Sark's POV---
"We have taken into account the offer you made with the CIA, and the crimes you have committed. Therefore, on behalf of everyone involved, and the evidence provided, I see no choice other then to give you death by lethal injection. I closed my eyes briefly, wishing I could say bye to Sydney.
i make believe
that you are here
it's the only way
i see clear
what have i done
you seem to move on easy
---Sydney's POV---
I spotted a note on his desk, that gave the address of where he could go to watch the execution. I memorized the location and hurried out of the office. I don't know how I fast I was going, I only knew I had to be there.
(((Awhile later)))
I groaned, as I went through 3 security checks. In the last one, they instructed me on where to go to watch it.
---Sark's POV---
I smirked at the thought of how fast they had had everything set up, making me think that they knew I would get the death penalty before it was issued. I watched the men around me, prepare the instruments, the man in the white coat beside me, pull the strap around my arm even tighter. I glanced up as much as I could to the clock, I had only a little while before they would start.
---Sydney's POV---
I hurried into the room, where I spotted Dixon, Vaughn, my father, 2 guards, and 2 other people all dressed in suits. I watched through the glass as a man asked Sark if he had any last words. Sark had been changed into an orange outfit, surrounded by people in white coats.
When I saw this, I lost it, I screamed "No" in a piercing tone, as the guards came to restrain me.
"I'm sorry, Miss Bristow." a guard yelled. "But you can't kill him yourself."
i may have made it rain
please forgive me
my weakness caused you pain
and this song is my sorry
I finally stopped struggling, as I listened to hear what his last words would be. He turned as best as he could, to look me in the eye, as he spoke softly, "I love you."
And before I could do anything the men filled the needle with the injection and watched the clock.
ohhhh
at night i pray
that soon your face
will fade away
As the minute hand struck the twelve, the man injected in into Sark's skin. I watched his eyes, fade dim, just like the eyes of someone with Altyzimers disease after time.
I was screaming inside, but somehow, the screams couldn't escape. I crumbled to the ground, letting the tears fall.
i may have made it rain
please forgive me
my weakness caused you pain
and this song is my sorry
"Sydney…" Vaughn began, trying to comfort me.
after all...
after all…
A/N: Questions? Comments? The Epilogue will be posted up next week.