Disclaimer: We all wish we were the creators of Alias, but we aren't, so there.
A/N: The poem in this chapter called The Devil's deal was written by me. Ask me if you want to use it. Luck's dance was also written by me. Ask me if you want to use it.
Suggested listening: Butterflyz by Alicia Keys
Chapter 7 Devil's Bargain
---Sark's POV---
I sat typing on the computer in the room with the pink door. I was reading a fax sent to me by Jack when Sydney entered the room. She was dressed as if she were ready at any minute to go on the mission. She was dressed in all black an had on thick black boots.
"Umm… love, that's a great outfit, however, you might get extremely hot in it upon our arrival in Brasilia. " I informed her, glancing at her once before resuming my attention to the paperwork in front of me.
"We're going to Brazil?" Sydney double-checked.
"Last time I checked that's where Brasilia was located." I smirked.
She turned on her heel and left the room, most likely to go change. This mission was important. The artifact we were going after was called "Luck's Chance." it had a sister artifact called "Devil's Bargain." They were both risky artifacts. They were both 3-d geometrical shapes made of gold and silver. There was supposed to be an Achilles' heel for each of them. They were engraved in Egyptian. A slave had stolen Devil's Bargain before escaping the palace. He fled on a boat which led him to Portugal. The slave had run into a man on the road and begged him to give him food and shelter until he had money to survive for at least 2 months. The man wanted to know what was in it for him. The salve offered him the "Devil's Bargain" and the man seeing that that huge piece of gold would be worth more than you could ever get for a slave he agreed. A Portuguese man had deciphered it and had written a translation for his country. Fearing his country's safety over the object he hid it somewhere where it would be safe from Spain's eyes- Brazil. He had had a man engrave a Portuguese translation on them. It took 3 years to do this, but the man felt it was well worth it. He spent the remainder of his life looking for a way to open it, using the translation, but failed to. Years later men would die in vain searching for the key. The translation on "Devil's Bargain was 'As you scream, they count their gold, a forgotten dream, a story untold. Riches are vowed, as greed is sold, all that is endowed, is feel of cold. Forever in his debt, an unholy seal, an evil concept, the Devil's deal.' It was dubbed the Devil's Bargain because it seemed that you were bargaining all the riches you wanting and he got your soul.
"So, why do so many men go after it then?" Sydney asked. She was now wearing khaki shorts and a light brown shirt with a dark brown vest over it. To finish it off, she wore flip flops.
I turned around to find Sydney reading the fax over my shoulder.
I put down the fax and recited what I had already read. "The Portuguese man had wanted gold. But he knew from reading the translation, that it would come at a price. He didn't want to be the one who made that bargain so he let men borrow it to receive the gold. He told them about the part about the devil, but insisted that it was only there to scare people off. So when they died he took their riches. However, after awhile he became paranoid that people were catching on and so he buried it in Brazil to keep Portugal from going crazy. Because with the growing number of men attempting to get their riches a rumor spread about it and everyone wanted to try it out for themselves. An so it seems that much later Milo Rambaldi created something very similar to that called "Luck's Chance." He had however, never seen nor heard of "Devil's Bargain." "Luck's Chance" had a serum inside of it that when another serum is added to it and then injected into the person they could then be basically controlled by the person who injected into them. However, since the name is "Luck's Chance" it's obvious that chance has to have something to do with it. It is random. Sometimes the person injected can end up with the power to control the person who injected them because of pheromones. It has to do with the way the serum from "Luck's Chance" combines with the other serum. It's always random. There is no pattern. Rambaldi created it to tip the balance in the fight that the chosen one must fight. Rambaldi did not know at the time that it was random. We have no idea what would happen if someone were to be injected twice. The translation on Rambaldi's artifact reads 'All is understood post mortem. Luck is a arbitrary dance, a guess will suffice, so take a chance, and roll the dice.' Wait? Maybe he knew it was random and he played ignorant." I proposed.
"Ya, ands that translation doesn't sound like him. Maybe someone else wrote it." Sydney suggested.
"Maybe he wrote in when he was younger. I don't know." I admitted. "Well, we don't have to and we can't go get the artifact today. First, the Circumstance has no clue about the other serum that is needed, which we have located and currently have in our possession, so they are still trying to decipher the true meaning of the translation. Plus, we are going on my private jet, which I always have inspected before I travel on it, but it seems that the inspection was delayed and it will take awhile. Therefore, we leave in the morning. So, go crazy, have fun."
"Sark," she asked, placing her hand on my thigh and staring into my eyes. "Do you really believe all this Rambaldi crap?"
I made myself focus on her question and not on the feeling of arousal that was building. "He knows so much about our time…"
"Do you believe it, though." she persisted.
"I guess." I shrugged it off.
She didn't seem satisfied by that answer, as if she had wanted something definite, but she accepted it and left the room.
I let out a groan as I dropped the papers, heading for the door. I need a cold shower…
---Sydney's POV---
I walked glumly back to my room, and slumped on my bed, bored.
"Stupid people." I grumbled, as I fell into a light sleep.
---Sark's POV---
I was returning to the room when I stopped in the doorway, an idea in my mind. I had already finished reading the paperwork and had time on my hands. I wonder if Sydney would do me a favor… I pondered. I walked over to Sydney's door, knocking on it lightly. When she didn't answer I knocked once again, this time calling her name. I could hear stirring in the room and awhile later I heard the door open. Sydney hair was now ruffled and out of place and looked as if she had been sleeping for hours instead of a half an hour.
"To think, I'll wake up next to that one day." I joked.
"Shut up." Sydney joked, playfully hitting my arm as her left hand combed through her hair. "What's up?"
I paused for a moment, considering if I should even ask her. "Can you… can you teach me to play video games?"
Sydney stood quiet for a moment before she doubled over laughing. "Who doesn't know how to play video games?"
She stopped when she noticed I wasn't laughing. Her faced morphed into a serious expression. "Oh, I didn't realize… I'm sorry, I'm such an ass. Sure, I'll.. Teach you. But, I don't have video games. Sorry."
"I have some." I told her, walking towards my bedroom.
"You know, truth be told, I didn't think you were the kind that played video games. Obviously, I was right… so why the sudden desire to learn?" she asked from behind me.
"It's your fault." I admitted, holding the door open for her to walk through. I closed the door behind me. The room was dimly lit. It could be bright, but the lamp lights were turned off. I had 2 long and skinny lamp lights. They could be adjusted to the kind of lighting you wanted. The ceiling fan had a light that came attached to it, which was on. A big screen tv lay opposite the king sized bed. There was a door that led to the bathroom and another that led to the living room. There was a door in the living room that led to the kitchen. The walls in my room were white with a few maps and pictures on them. In front of the tv was an X-box with 2 controllers plugged into it and a PlayStation 2 with 2 controllers plugged into it. The PlayStation 2 was not hooked. The X-Box was however. A game had already been placed inside of it. Everything had been set up.
"Ok, looks like everything is set up properly. Sark, did you even play the game?" she asked.
"No… I told you I don't know how to play." I admitted again.
"Well, each game is different and they teach you how to play. Sometimes in the game they call it "training", but they tell you which button does what?" she explained.
"Oh." I answered, turning a little red.
"But, that's ok, because I've never played this game before, so we can both learn and the I can kick your ass." she laughed.
'Yeah right." I told her, picking up a black remote control. I sat down on the blue carpet.
---Sydney's POV---
Within 30 minutes we had completed training. It was a war game, not surprisingly. We picked two player and began to play against each other.
"Ha! Shouldn't be so cocky, that's why I just captured one of your men." I laughed.
"Dream on, I'm taking your med packs!" Sark informed me, pressing down on a button. Sark's character immediately pockets a few of my med packs.
"Ha! Try going back home! I just blew up your only escape!' I laughed as I blew up a bridge. "what are you going to do about it?"
"This." within a few seconds I felt his arm playfully punch me.
"What?" I yelled pausing the game. "No attacking me outside the game." I threw a few playful punches to his arm and torso as he playfully tried to block me, falling on his back.
"Ow." he insisted.
"Please, I'll stop when you yell 'uncle'." I enlightened him.
"Why uncle?" he questioned.
"I don't know, it's just an American tradition." I told him.
"That's odd. I'll never get you silly Americans." Sark commented.
"Silly?" I asked. Climbing on him to send more playful punches to his torso. "Aw, what are you going to do?"
"This." he answered, lifting his head off the carpet to close the space in between us to kiss me.
Lately when I look into your eyes
My hands moved to help him as I felt him attempting to remove my vest.
I fly
You're the only one I need in my life
Baby I just don't know how to describe
How lovely you make me feel inside
You give me butterflies.
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