Chapter Four: Dreams and Bad News
A/N: Yay! I just bought Sleepy Hollow! (it takes me a long time to see/buy movies....) I love that movie! It's great! $10 isn't a bad deal for a DVD, ne? I also so a Desperado/OUATIM combo DVD set for $34, and I would have bought it if I weren't saving for my trip that I'm going on Thursday. Oh well....
El found the house with little trouble, surprisingly enough. He left the half-conscious American in the car as he walked up to the front door and pounded on it. A man that he recognized from the fiasco a year before answered the door. Ramirez seemed a bit taken back that the El Mariachi was standing at this doorstep. "Can I help you?"
"You know Sheldon Sands."
Ramirez eyed him carefully. "I do."
"Good. Then you'll help."
Ramirez followed dumbly as El pulled him along to the car. He sighed when he saw Sands' still form. "Typical," he groaned. "How bad is he?"
"He needs a doctor and a safe place to stay," El said as he opened the door and placed a hand on the former agent's shoulder, assuring him that it was just him.
"And that place would be my house?" Ramirez grumbled.
Sands gave him a half grin. "Hey ya, Jorge. Long time no see."
Ramirez glared. "I don't feel guilty about leaving you on that street, you know," he stated calmly, though his voice held a very small ounce of agitation in it. "You got yourself into the mess."
"I did," Sands agreed. "But ya know, I wouldn't have been too upset with you if you'd just left me without a word, but you were just oh so kind as to leave me with that annoying phrase... Let's see, what was it....?"
"Fine," Ramirez growled. "He can stay here."
"Knew you'd say that," Sands said.
If he were fully truthful with himself and his two new guests, Ramirez would have told him that he had felt guilty the past year. He'd heard rumors about Sands, and that had eased the guilt a bit. The man was alive well, therefore there was no harm done, but now he knew he had to even the score. Sands knew it too. That was worse.
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The doctor had come and gone, promising his silence in between. About an hour after he had left, El had walked out the door telling Ramirez that there were things he needed to get done if the cartel wasn't to follow them there and he'd return in two days. The former FBI agent had nearly protested, but decided against it when he thought about his home being a hit for the cartel.
"You've been surprisingly quiet for you," Ramirez said as he entered the small guest room that Sands was staying in.
The former agent stirred and turned his face in the other man's general direction. "I've been sleeping."
"Sorry." Ramirez didn't sound like he meant it. He sighed and shuffled through a few things that Sands couldn't identify, then moved closer. "The doctor left this for you to take."
"What is it?"
"Painkillers, antibiotics, and who knows what else."
Sands turned up his nose. "Wonderful. Could be anything."
Ramirez chuckled. "Just take it."
"Where's El?"
"I don't know. He said he'd be back in a couple days."
Sands nodded, swallowing the pills. He surprised himself. Two days – or had it been more, he couldn't tell – before he would have scoffed at the man before him. Sheldon Jeffery Sands needed no help from anyone. Now here he sat in Jorge Ramirez's house, taking pills that he had no idea what they really were, and waiting for a man he never thought he'd see again.... well, technically he never would, but metaphorically.
"There's still one more," Ramirez's voice broke his thoughts.
"I know that."
Ramirez shrugged. "How do I know what you know and what you don't?"
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The drill was coming closer and Sands heard himself scream. The room swayed as pain erupted throughout his skull and a second scream came from his lips.
"You never saw it coming, did you?"
I'll never see anything.... I'm blind... There's no miracles to be had.... They ripped my eyes from me and the CIA left me to rot... Now what? What do I do now?
Sands heard himself groan as a new pain came from his ribs. Wait... They hadn't... It was just his eyes – or lack there of – that they'd hurt. Right?
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"Sands?"
Sands jerked awake and found himself groaning loudly as the pain in his side did not disappear with the dream. "What?" he growled.
"You were dreaming." That was Ramirez. He was certain of it now. "You've been out for a couple days."
"Have I?"
"Well, I think so. Kinda hard to tell."
"Rub it in, why don't you?"
"That's our warped friendship in a nutshell," Ramirez grumbled. "El's back."
"Where is he?"
"Getting guns together. Apparently someone who was supposed to die during the fiasco last year didn't."
"He's being employed by the cartel again," El's voice reached Sands' ears.
"Who is it?"
"Dr. Guevera."
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A/N: Waii! I've been wanting to do this! Bring him into it. Much much Sands angst! ::giggles sadistically:: Maybe THIS is why my boyfriend is buying me a straitjacket for my b-day.....
I know that I didn't give everyone time to review, sorry!! I just ended up getting this chappy out on time which I didn't expect until it happened
E.S. Young: Well, I have to or I'll forget about it/loose interest and it'll end up like all my anime fanfiction. Sitting there with a review every blue moon and me forgetting to write on it. I'm glad you liked that line. I did too! Hehe... Oh, what's that? I don't like Sands? When did I say that? I adore him, he's just... a bit self centered. He's Johnny Depp, how could I NOT adore him? ::huggles Sands and avoids getting shot::
Raphe1: Is this prompt enough? The same day! Yay! That isn't normally done. It was kinda a stretch to get it done. I just hope I can get the story done before I leave on vacation Thursday b/c I don't have a laptop. I'll write on it, but it'll be the ol' pen and paper. Glad you liked it!
A/N: Yay! I just bought Sleepy Hollow! (it takes me a long time to see/buy movies....) I love that movie! It's great! $10 isn't a bad deal for a DVD, ne? I also so a Desperado/OUATIM combo DVD set for $34, and I would have bought it if I weren't saving for my trip that I'm going on Thursday. Oh well....
El found the house with little trouble, surprisingly enough. He left the half-conscious American in the car as he walked up to the front door and pounded on it. A man that he recognized from the fiasco a year before answered the door. Ramirez seemed a bit taken back that the El Mariachi was standing at this doorstep. "Can I help you?"
"You know Sheldon Sands."
Ramirez eyed him carefully. "I do."
"Good. Then you'll help."
Ramirez followed dumbly as El pulled him along to the car. He sighed when he saw Sands' still form. "Typical," he groaned. "How bad is he?"
"He needs a doctor and a safe place to stay," El said as he opened the door and placed a hand on the former agent's shoulder, assuring him that it was just him.
"And that place would be my house?" Ramirez grumbled.
Sands gave him a half grin. "Hey ya, Jorge. Long time no see."
Ramirez glared. "I don't feel guilty about leaving you on that street, you know," he stated calmly, though his voice held a very small ounce of agitation in it. "You got yourself into the mess."
"I did," Sands agreed. "But ya know, I wouldn't have been too upset with you if you'd just left me without a word, but you were just oh so kind as to leave me with that annoying phrase... Let's see, what was it....?"
"Fine," Ramirez growled. "He can stay here."
"Knew you'd say that," Sands said.
If he were fully truthful with himself and his two new guests, Ramirez would have told him that he had felt guilty the past year. He'd heard rumors about Sands, and that had eased the guilt a bit. The man was alive well, therefore there was no harm done, but now he knew he had to even the score. Sands knew it too. That was worse.
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The doctor had come and gone, promising his silence in between. About an hour after he had left, El had walked out the door telling Ramirez that there were things he needed to get done if the cartel wasn't to follow them there and he'd return in two days. The former FBI agent had nearly protested, but decided against it when he thought about his home being a hit for the cartel.
"You've been surprisingly quiet for you," Ramirez said as he entered the small guest room that Sands was staying in.
The former agent stirred and turned his face in the other man's general direction. "I've been sleeping."
"Sorry." Ramirez didn't sound like he meant it. He sighed and shuffled through a few things that Sands couldn't identify, then moved closer. "The doctor left this for you to take."
"What is it?"
"Painkillers, antibiotics, and who knows what else."
Sands turned up his nose. "Wonderful. Could be anything."
Ramirez chuckled. "Just take it."
"Where's El?"
"I don't know. He said he'd be back in a couple days."
Sands nodded, swallowing the pills. He surprised himself. Two days – or had it been more, he couldn't tell – before he would have scoffed at the man before him. Sheldon Jeffery Sands needed no help from anyone. Now here he sat in Jorge Ramirez's house, taking pills that he had no idea what they really were, and waiting for a man he never thought he'd see again.... well, technically he never would, but metaphorically.
"There's still one more," Ramirez's voice broke his thoughts.
"I know that."
Ramirez shrugged. "How do I know what you know and what you don't?"
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The drill was coming closer and Sands heard himself scream. The room swayed as pain erupted throughout his skull and a second scream came from his lips.
"You never saw it coming, did you?"
I'll never see anything.... I'm blind... There's no miracles to be had.... They ripped my eyes from me and the CIA left me to rot... Now what? What do I do now?
Sands heard himself groan as a new pain came from his ribs. Wait... They hadn't... It was just his eyes – or lack there of – that they'd hurt. Right?
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"Sands?"
Sands jerked awake and found himself groaning loudly as the pain in his side did not disappear with the dream. "What?" he growled.
"You were dreaming." That was Ramirez. He was certain of it now. "You've been out for a couple days."
"Have I?"
"Well, I think so. Kinda hard to tell."
"Rub it in, why don't you?"
"That's our warped friendship in a nutshell," Ramirez grumbled. "El's back."
"Where is he?"
"Getting guns together. Apparently someone who was supposed to die during the fiasco last year didn't."
"He's being employed by the cartel again," El's voice reached Sands' ears.
"Who is it?"
"Dr. Guevera."
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A/N: Waii! I've been wanting to do this! Bring him into it. Much much Sands angst! ::giggles sadistically:: Maybe THIS is why my boyfriend is buying me a straitjacket for my b-day.....
I know that I didn't give everyone time to review, sorry!! I just ended up getting this chappy out on time which I didn't expect until it happened
E.S. Young: Well, I have to or I'll forget about it/loose interest and it'll end up like all my anime fanfiction. Sitting there with a review every blue moon and me forgetting to write on it. I'm glad you liked that line. I did too! Hehe... Oh, what's that? I don't like Sands? When did I say that? I adore him, he's just... a bit self centered. He's Johnny Depp, how could I NOT adore him? ::huggles Sands and avoids getting shot::
Raphe1: Is this prompt enough? The same day! Yay! That isn't normally done. It was kinda a stretch to get it done. I just hope I can get the story done before I leave on vacation Thursday b/c I don't have a laptop. I'll write on it, but it'll be the ol' pen and paper. Glad you liked it!