Disclaimer: I don't own Alias and never will. There, are you happy now?
A/N: And the madness continues…

Previously on A Fine Line:
"You know what might refresh my memory? A bottle of Chateau Pertreuse...'82." Sark told me, smirking.
"I bet it would." I retorted.

Chapter 5- Magic Tricks

---Sydney's POV---
I sighed, walking over to the wine rack and stared looking for the bottle out of the many bottle of wine in the collection. I was about to give up, deciding that they didn't have it, when I spotted a bottle and carefully pulled it out.

"Here." I shoved the bottle into the one free hand Sark had left.

"No glass?" he asked as if insulted.

"Ya, sure let me get one from my kitchen." I retorted.

Sark mumbled something under his breath before he raised the wine bottle. "Well, here's to you, Miss Bristow and our fed up future."

"What?" I asked, staring at him intently. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Of course the only way Sark could have seen my future when he went to go see his is if I were in his future.

"Did I stutter?" he asked, taking a swig of the wine.

"Come on, Lazaray." I started and watched the anger surface as I called Sark by his father's name.

"You know, when people drink alcohol they're more susceptible to become easily agitated and act on those feelings. And if you don't, how would you like to learn first hand?" Sark enlightened me.

"What are you going to do? If I back away far enough, you can't even touch me? What are you gonna do then? Glare at me until I stop?" I teased, I walked over to Sark, daring him to do something.

"Well, I guess you'll just have to find out. Because, I know your friends are on their way. But, enough about them, you know what I love about this world? Could it be that lies are so easily mistaken for the truth or that people deceive you on a daily basis? No, it's the fact that this is all just one big magic trick. And you either believe in illusions or you know the truth. So, which one do you believe in Miss Bristow? The truth… or… the illusion?" Sark asked slowly. I heard the sound of chains as Sark showed me his free hands.

I trained my gun on him. "Don't move or I'll shoot."

"We both know you wont kill me. You need me for answers. So stop bluffing." Sark retorted.

"True, but there are so many place you can shoot a person and still have them live to tell the tale. Such as…" I trailed off as I pointed my gun at his groin and kept Sark's gun in my other hand, prepared to shoot him with it if he somehow managed to take mine. "What's the matter, Sark? You look a little uncomfortable. Not used to someone else calling the shots? Your magic trick was cute, but anyone with a brain could've pulled that off." I laughed.

"You wont shoot me." Sark persisted taking another swig of the wine. "If you were going to, you would have already done it. This is the major leagues kiddo, people aren't amazed if you can punt the ball. Everyone can threaten somebody."

Angry, I pulled back the hammer, my finger still on the trigger.

Sark took the crumpled piece of paper and ripped it up he took the tiniest piece of paper with the information on it and inserted it into his mouth. I watched as he chewed and swallowed the piece of paper.

"Your fascination with me doesn't surprise me." he started, changing the subject.

I realized then, that Sark had come here with a different agenda then extracting the serum.

"I mean, because there you are working your butt off for an… organization that doesn't benefit you and is just like being in a gang. The only way out is in a box. Sure, you may say, that's not true, you can leave whenever you want. But, tell me Miss Bristow, what happened the last time you tried to leave? Being there is destroying who you really are and deep down you envy my freedom. My ability to refuse to work, with someone and leave this business if I really wanted to. Not only that, but I get paid a hell of a lot more than you do, and it doesn't depress me." Sark enlightened me.

"That's because you don't have a heart; so you would never feel bad about doing the things that you do. Tell me Sark, when you see a crimpled dog attempting to walk down the street, do you laugh? Does you side ache when you've been laughing too long at a man who is homeless and asking for help? You despise me." I enlightened him, walking over to the door.

"And yet I'm always on your mind. Tell me, miss Bristow, did you have it in for your fiancé when you were ordered not to tell anyone, but despite that-" Sark started.

"Shut up abut Danny!" I yelled, slapping him, as my gun fell to the ground.

"You go out into this game and don't think twice about the repercussions. At least you had a choice in what happened to the person you loved!" Sark yelled, he swallowed before continuing in a softer voice. "Not everybody has the choice."

I stared at him confused, did Sark accidentally revealed something about his past?

Sark had however, already recovered from the shock of revealing too much.
"You wanna leave so bad? Then leave, without the serum." he ordered, pulling something out of his suit pocket and pressing it. A noise was heard as if a lock were being unlocked.

I hurried over to the door and found that it was now open. I peered out to see the shadow of what looked like Weiss coming. I closed the door quickly.

"How come they are just coming now?" I questioned.

"The codes, they change every few minutes." Sark informed me.

"If you don't leave now, you're going to get caught." I warned him, a feeling of protection for Sark washing over me.

Sark cocked his head to the side as if wondering why I warned him. He pocketed the electronic keys and head to the door.

I wanted to stop him and ask him what had happened. But I knew that there wouldn't be enough time. That left only one possible scenario.

"Sark wait!" I yelled.

"What?" he asked turning around.

"Let me come with you." I pleaded.

A/N: Sorry, all of you who were expecting lots of fluff. Btu I promise fluff and smut is coming soon.