Disclaimer: I don't own Alias and never will. There, are you happy now?
A.N: Sorry for the late update, buy school's started again, so your looking at weekly updates. BTW, this story has about maybe 2-3 chapters left.
Previously on A Fine Line:
"Where's your brother?" he questioned, standing up despite the pain.
Chapter 12- I'll fix this
---Faith's POV---
I turned away, ignoring him, hoping he wouldn't pursue his line of questioning.
"Faith!" he yelled, pissed off. "I asked you a question."
I turned to look at him, sighing. "I don't know." And I didn't.
"If he screwed us, I'll make him wish he had a quick death." And with that Sark was not brought back up.
---Sark's POV---
I drove until I reached a hotel that an acquaintance of mine owned. The day was almost spent and I knew that we wouldn't elude the CIA for long. Sydney needed to be treated for her wounds and this whole mess needed to be sorted out. The Covenant would, most certainly, begin to question his loyalties; having one enemy was all well and good, but having multiple ones all of the world was hell. The parked the car, after screeching to a stop, carrying Sydney into a backdoor. I groaned, noticing the flight of stairs. I had entered through an emergency exit. I laid Sydney down on the first light of stairs, dialing a number on my phone. I awaited the sound of the familiar dial-tone and then spoke a codeword. "Priceless." Another dial-tone followed and I hung up the phone, pocketing it and picking Sydney back up, walking to the elevator.
---Faith's POV---
I had no clue how long we had been driving when suddenly the truck veered left. I heard the sound of metal scraping against tar and the truck began to lose control.
"f." I muttered, looking around.
But, everyone just sat there.
"What's going on here?" I asked myself.
---Sark's POV---
I had finally managed to get Sydney to the suite where I awaited a Doctor to come to her aid. The doctor looked like he was in his late 40's to early 50's with balding white hair. He had pale skin with intense blue eyes and a high cheekbone.
I watched as he pumped morphine and a Tranq. liquid into her. He placed dark glasses onto her face and began to work on her. Every now and then he would inject more of the liquid into her.
"Are you trying to keep her from ever waking up?" I asked. "That could be doing to her."
"If I am correct, is she not your enemy?" the doctor asked.
"If I am correct," I began, mocking him. "She is your patient and your responsibility is to heal her."
The doctor looked as if he were going to inquire more about my relationship to Sydney.
I watched as he pulled off one pair of his latex gloves. Still wearing his other pair he pulled off his surgeon mask and put it inside a briefcase. He turned off the operating light, detaching and disassembling it. He put the light in some big container, closing and pad-locking it. He moved towards the medicine supply and put it in a specially designed briefcase, save for 3. He then use one of the medications, a small bottle filled with some clear liquid and poured it over Sydney's wounds before he dressed them.
"Now, it'll take some time to heal, but they will heal. Now, I'm charging more because I've done some research and I know how to minimize scarring, as I'm sure the young lady will appreciate. Give her a few days and she'll be able to walk without feeling much pain. It'll take 1 month for her to fully heal- if, and that's a big if, she's a fast healer. Now, come see me in 4-5 months and we'll take it from there. Okay, you have my number. Now, tell the young lady to take this, 2 times a day." he instructed, handing me a bottle of pills. "Now, she'll only need it for the first few weeks to help with the healing, mind you. And this, is if she feels excruciating pain and she cant take it. Now, this is only to be taken for a maximum once a week, for no more than a month." With that he handed me a pack of what looked like pink pills. But, I had a feeling they weren't just pills.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I must make like, how do the kids say it now? Make like a ball and roll." The doctor, excused himself, pulling off the last pair of latex gloves and throwing them away before picking up his things.
"Thanks." I started. "And… bounce. It's make like a ball and bounce."
The doctor laughed, shaking his head. "Please, talk to the fingers. I am so ignorant" He commented leaving.
I stood there, laughing as the door closed. "You're not ignorant, you're a liar." I activated my debugging device and hid it, in the lamp.
I glanced at Sydney, wondering how long it would take for her to recover, so she could start moving around. It took three days.
---Dixon's POV---
I sat there cursing Sark. They wanted to take away my position because of what had happened a few days ago. They had given me orders to find Sydney and Sark and to send them to trial. We had only one lead. Sark was using the Alias, James Casteel. Apparently he was staying in some hotel. He got a room there awhile ago.
---Sydney's POV---
I sat there, sipping coffee in the "kitchen" section of the hotel room. What it really was was a table with a mini fridge and a sink. I watched Sark, walk up to the table, grabbing a chair and placing it opposite to the way he sat in the chair.
"Sark." I began. He still hadn't told me what had happened after I blacked out and I wasn't sure If I thought Sark was innocent and that Faith had set me up or if spark had used in in some elaborate plan.
"It doesn't matter if you believe me." he began. "what does matter is that the CIA is looking for you and that they're not to happy."
"Gee, I wonder why." I retorted, taking a sip.
"I didn't, I didn't mean for you to get caught up in that. That's why I tried to get you to go back home." Sark defended.
"Yea, going back home to look for some lost child in the CIA database. I didn't realize I was that gullible." I commented.
"What lost child?" Sark asked.
I searched his face, and found only confusion.
"I'll take a wild guess and say that Faith told you about some lost child. I told her, to send you back because we had to go on that mission. I didn't know she'd use you to boost her name." he commented.
I stood up, walking towards the sink to wash my cup. "You must think I am extremely gullible."
He seemed annoyed that I didn't easily believe his innocence.
"In case you haven't noticed, faith isn't a little girl anymore, I cant keep track on her."
"She's not huh?" I asked, placing the cup down. "Really? Then stop babying her!"
"Excuse me?" he asked.
"You keep acting like she's the same little sister you knew all those years ago, well, wake up Julian! As people grow they change, and from what you've told me, you're sister's changed a lot. So stop expecting her to be that girl, she hasn't been that girl in who knows how long. I don't know why you even care that she's back, she's only here to betray you! She doesn't care about you anymore!" I argued.
Sark stared at me, before glancing away.
Growing up thinking I was an only child, I never really understood the connection between siblings, how even if they annoyed you half to death, you'd still die to protect them.
"Sark, I'm sorry, but I mean what I say. I have no clue why she betrayed us, but I don't have any right to speak for her, on how she feels about people." I apologized.
"It's okay, You've got your plate full. No matter what Faith's alliance to me is, I'll make sure you don't go down for something you didn't do." he promised.
"How are you going to do that, you're not exactly their favorite person." I commented.
"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.
"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.
A/N: Sucky chapter, but it's an update. 1-2 more chapters left, depending on if you guys want an epilogue or not. Questions? Comments? No review, no update; as simple as that.
