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Author's Note One (1): No Beta. Reviews feed my soul!

Author's Note Two (2): I am not as comfortable writing Teresa as I am James, but here it goes.

Chapter 3: James (Teresa POV)

I snap awake from my dream or I guess it was a nightmare. Guero dying is a fear that I don't want to come to fruition. I can't lose Guero so soon after getting him back. It takes me a moment before I realize I am back in the truck. I whip my head trying to figure out what is going on. Guero is on my left driving and James is to my right. This feels familiar.

"Got a metric ton back there." James breaks the silence of the cab. "There's still no signal. We need to get ahold of King George. He could have already gone by now."

When he starts talking about George, I get a feeling of déjà vu. Maybe it wasn't a nightmare. Maybe it was a vision? What did that beetle do to me?

"How long till Chile?" James continues, not realizing how uncomfortable I have become.

"To George's border crossing, it's about, uh…" Guero starts his answer.

I know this. "Four and a half hours." I say at the same time as Guero.

Oh shit. It was a vision. What am I supposed to do with the knowledge it gave me?

Guero makes the left on the Death Road.

"El Camino de la Muerte. The most dangerous road in Bolivia." He informs us.

It's happening just like my vision. We pass by the shelter housing the statue. How do I stop this?

"It's all right. We got this." James tells me.

I turn to look at him and he is staring at me. Does he see my concern, my fear? Why does he care?

I see the truck at the bottom of the hill. "Turn around." I swat at Guero's arm.

"We can probably just drive…" He says in response. Why isn't he listening to me. James would listen.

"Turn the truck around now!" I yell at Guero.

"We can't outrun…" How is Guero so calm?

James has tensed up. He knows something is wrong. At least someone is listening to me.

"Turn around, Guero!" I shout one more time trying to get him to listen. I'm desperate and I'm panicking.

"We can't outrun them, not in this thing." He shouts back.

The brakes squeal us to a halt.

The soldiers are shouting at us, but I can't make out what they are saying over the idling engine.

"They're La Capitana's men. They're waiting for us." I say knowingly to the boys.

One stays at their truck, while the other approaches us.

James convinces us to escape through the back window into the bed of the truck before hoping out and making our way into the bush.

From our position, we hear the soldier tell the other we aren't there and that we probably ran into the jungle. "Notify Command!" He continues his orders to the other guard.

The first goes into the forest attempting to chase us.

James stands up from beside me in our hiding spot with his gun drawn and heads back to the road.

What is he doing? Then I see Guero grab one guard by the throat in a chokehold. The other appears right in front of James. James fires off a couple of shots, but none hit.

The guard takes off and James follows. "We can't let him go! He's gonna call for reinforcements!" He says as an explanation.

I pop up from my spot taking off after James. "No, no." I run in the direction, I last saw James, while Guero shots my name.

I pull the gun from my waistband and I enter the jungle. I feel woozy and I'm panting. "There was something in that beetle." I say to myself. I sound like I'm echoing, but that's not possible.

I see someone in El Santo's mask, as the rest of the world around me becomes blurry. The view changes to La Capitana telling me "It's done." Now, the Queen walks past me in the direction I need to go telling me go quietly.

The next moment I feel someone touching me. I point my weapon. "Ah, ah!" I say as the body passes by me and moves so I can see them.

"Teresa, it's me! It's me." I recognize the voice before his face. It's James. His hand is blocking the barrel of my gun.

He manages to get me to lower my gun. I am confused. How is James here? I am move closer to him, placing my hand on his shoulder.

"El Santo." I tell him, turning and searching the jungle.

"It's okay. I took care of it." He says grabbing my arm. He pulls me around so I face him once more. "You're safe." He whispers. His arm snakes up from my arm to behind my neck. "You're safe." He repeats looking into my eyes.

What is happening?

I move closer and his left hand brushes at my hair before he pulls me into an awkward hug.

I grip onto his back for dear life, letting out my emotions in the form of sobs. I enjoy his comforting embrace even as his beard scraps my face.

We pull apart, but his hands stay on my face. My gaze is focused on the muddy ground. "It's all right." He says simply.

Gently, my face is brought up and my eyes are now on James' lips.

My heart beat that was starting to calm is thumping faster again as his thumb rubs my jaw, like it did when he was talking with Kim that day at his townhouse. What is he doing?

He leans forward and captures my lips in a sweet modest kiss.

A simple kiss, but I have butterflies now. I don't get a chance to respond as I hear two cracks from a gun. James' torso come forward, I assume to shield me as he always does, but then I see the look of pain on his face.

My gaze travels downward and I see blood falling from his neck. I ease him down on the jungle floor with my hand on his neck, shouting his name as I do so. No, no, no. This can't be happening.

Once I fall into some semblance of a sitting position, I look up to find the source of the gunfire.

Guero is approaching us, slowly. Why isn't he moving faster?

"What did you do?" I ask him.

"It was either him or me." He shrugs before walking away from us.

James is still struggling to breath. His hand is at his throat after mine pulled away in surprise at the callousness I heard in Guero's explanation.

My heart sinks as I realize a lot of things in that short conversation.

One, Guero is the Judas that El Santo warned me about. How did James' put it: 'Trading other people's lives for your own.' Guero will do anything to stay alive, whereas James has risked his life for me countless times. James cares more about me than the man I think I love. And that kiss! Why is that the first kiss and now sadly the last kiss we shared?

"Choose." The Queen tells me.

I think I already have and just didn't realize it.