Okay guys, this idea just sort of popped into my head and I thought it'd be interesting to write, so I thought why not? (anyone who has read my other stories knows I'm an avid Johnny Depp fan, so c'mon, I had to write a Sands fic) It's PG-13 for language mostly, but who knows what I might add later, I just wanted to be safe. It'll earn it, don't worry.
This will be written from Sands' point of view, which is hard to do with a blind guy ppl, so give me some replies, lol. It's post-OUATIM.
Chapter 1
Ah, home. Or as close as I came to it anyway.
My superiors had been nice enough to send me a guide; some agent I knew I should know, but I couldn't place her voice. But she got me the hell out of Mexico, so I was happy, or at least I was about that. Never had been pleased with being stationed there, even before…well, everything.
I was going to have to get used to a lot I wasn't pleased with. Being dependent on others for example. Enough to make a guy wish he hadn't been such a bastard for the majority of his life.
"Hey, you ready?" I heard her ask. Sounded like she was back from baggage claim. Ready for what, I had no idea. To go back to my apartment and kick the sub letter out? Could I do that? I promised the guy two years minimum…
"Sands?" I heard her say again, and I got the distinct impression she was waving a hand in front of my face.
"Yeah, sure…er…" Damn, still couldn't conjure up a name to go with the voice, "yeah," I finished. "Where are we going?"
"Well, it's really not up to me," she said. I heard her hoist a duffle bag up off the floor onto her shoulder. I could feel her looking around, but I didn't know why. How was it not up to her? Were they sending someone else to deal with me? This was just perfect. Back in the States for two minutes and already a burden. My career was over, I knew it. What use did they have for me now? That bitch Ajedrez…
"There you are!" I heard a voice exclaim. A distinctly familiar voice. Not the woman I had been traveling with-someone else. And then a third voice:
"Daddy!"
God damnit, they had called Alyssa. Of course, why hadn't I thought of that? It would make the most sense. Probably the only person left who cared whether I lived or died. Hell, she was probably still listed as my wife in my files. Was the divorce final? Had I signed those papers?
I felt two miniature arms wrap around my left leg and cling to it and I actually smiled at this. Kat. Alyssa had brought her. The one good thing I had actually done in my life time.
I felt someone else standing just in front of me before a small feminine hand reached up and cupped my cheek, most likely regarding the bandage wrapped around my eyes. "I knew something like this would happen," I heard Alyssa comment. I didn't have the energy to retort, nor did I want my daughter hearing what I planned on saying. Had they told her everything? If they had then I was glad I hadn't mentioned my semi-involvement with Barillo's daughter. Yet. "Let's go," she said and I felt her prying Kat away from my leg. "I assume you've had all the medical attention you need?"
"We took care of that," I heard the agent to my right answer.
I knew Alyssa was nodding. "Alright."
"Where are we going?" I demanded when I realized no one was bothering to lead me. Was she under the impression I was as self-sufficient as I had always been?
I felt her slip her arm through mine reluctantly. "Home."
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I know, I know, short. I'll try and give you guys something longer next post. And everything about their past will be explained in future chapters. Lemme know if you like it, please!