Two by Two, Eyes of Blue

Megan@Midnight

Crossover with Angel the Series. Spoilers for both the Once Upon a Time in Mexico and Angel season 2 and 5. Sequel to Mexico Shy. Just a bit o slash. Very little. The title quote is from Firefly though I've changed it to suit meself.

Sheldon Sands met Spike for the first time in an alley behind a bar in L.A. He'd been looking for someone to shoot. Unfortunately, his first choices ended up not being real susceptible to guns.

"You need a piece of wood, mate." Sands looked up at the man addressing him. The vampires he'd been tussling with had tossed him neatly down the alley almost into the street. The blond gestured around. "Or a nice fire. That works too."

Sands watched the two vamps walking down the alley toward him. And smiled. He flicked out his lighter with his right hand and calmly set fire to the left arm of his jacket. Spike jumped back and the approaching vampires stared. "What the bleeding hell do you think you're doing?" Spike yelped.

Sands grabbed his left hand with his right and pulled the burning arm free of his body and smashed the nearest vampire in the face with it. The vamp's severely over-gelled hair caught instantly. As his companion was reduced to a pile of dust the other vampire stared at the crazed, one-armed man. Turned and ran. Sands dropped his flaming prosthetic on the ground, picked up a long and nasty looking piece of wood and threw. The makeshift stake nailed the other vampire through the chest.

"Not as much fun as shooting the cook, but it'll do." Sheldon said, turning to Spike as the other vampire was reduced to dust. The blond vampire turned ghost stared at the man and grinned.

"Knew there was a reason I saved you." Spike watched Sands free his real left arm from his jacket. "Must be handy in fight. I'm Spike."

"Sands." The CIA agent doesn't dispute Spike's claim of saving him. Since he's been in L.A. his salvation has been claimed twice, once by an evil law firm and once by a strange blond Brit. He's not sure he can dispute the first and doesn't care to dispute the second. He doesn't need saving but he can't really say what he needs. He needed his eyes and he got them. He needed that bit of helpful advice down there in that alley, and he got that too. He knows the blond is following him and after a block he turns. "Lost? Or are you going to follow me home?"

"Well, I was thinking of following you home, not that there's much we could really do." Spike walks closer so he's almost close enough to touch the blue eyed man. He's not surprised to see the gun in Sands' hand but he is impressed by the man's speed. "Won't help, mate. Even if I could do anything to you." And passes a hand through Sands' face just below eye level.

The moment Spike's hand gets close to his face Sands fires. It's instinctual. He wants nothing near his eyes and certainly wants no one's hands, sharp implements or no, close to his new baby blues. When the hand connects with nothing, goes right through him, he takes a fast step back. "Holy Shitfucking Christ on a pogo stick!"

Spike laughs. "Like I said, nothing I could do you. Even if I wanted." His eyes drop a bit from Sands' face to other parts of his anatomy.

Sands follows his gaze and returns it with interest. Very definite interest. Blue eyes lock with blue eyes. "Now that is a fucking shame." Sheldon says as he turns on his heel and continues heading on toward his apartment. Spike stares after him a for a very long minute.

And follows.