I finally got to see once upon a time in México! but this story is inspired by something my cousin came up with, so on to the story...
the phone rang, I pulled it from my pocket as I neared big mama's house, there was a man on he porch in all black with sunglasses on. the man didn't move as I stepped on to the porch, he's asleep I thought to my self.
"hello" I answered the phone.
"hey it's Cooper, I have a little assignment for you" my boss told me.
"I'm in Mexico at my aunts house, remember I took the week off" I asked.
"yeah I know but-" he started
"send agent Berms, goodbye." I told him as I hung up the phone.
"CIA or FBI?" the man who I thought was sleeping asked. I jumped.
"shi-you scared me" I told him, trying not to cuss.
"I know, answer my question." he told me.
"CIA, agent Carter." I told him
"yep" he said as he lit a cigarette, "just as I thought, they send you to save the president too?" he asked.
"nope, I escaped!" I laughed. he remove his sunglasses to get a better look at me, he had wonderful brown eyes.
"Mi Vida!" my aunt came out on the porch, "what are you doing here?"
"she ran away from her job," the man answered, "by the way, I'm agent sands, nice to meet you Mrs. Carter" he told me.
"call me Annie" I told him, he smiled.
"well" he said getting out of his seat, "I have a job to be doing." he left.
Later on.
"Big mom Sands is stumbling down the street, there's blood all over his shirt, he has his hands over his eyes...I think something's wrong" I called into the house, I ran down the steps and to Sands. I put my hand on his shoulder and he jumped,
"its me, don't worry its me" I calmed him down and got him to the porch, He never removed his hands from his eyes. big mama took him from me, and took him to his temporary room to look at his eyes. I paced the hall almost all night, finally big mama emerged from his room.
"his eyes were drilled out of his head" she told me I looked in horror as I ran into the room, he looked in pain as he laid on the bed, I walked over to the bed and kneeled down next to him.
I sighed and said, "Sands?"
"yeah" he responded.
"México sucks, doesn't it?" I asked.
he laughed, "yep" I leaned my forehead against his.
"you'll be okay, I'll make sure of that, I don't care if I wither away trying to take care of you." i told him.
he laughed again, "your only job is to keep the dog away from me."
"okay" I told him, I got up to leave but he grabbed my wrist,
"I hate the name but," he told me, "call me Sheldon and stay with me"
"alright" I told him as I kneeled back down, after awhile I got tired and laid my head on the bed, Sheldon moved over to give me some room and patted the bed, telling me to lie down, I did.
"México doesn't suck so bad with you here," he told me.
"livin la Vida loca" I told him