Synchronicity
Disclaimer: Robert Rodriguez who? They're mine, all mine! I even have the Best Buy receipt to prove it.
Summary: El and Sands. Great minds think alike.
Rating: A heavy PG-13 for language.
All hail the DVD release of OUATIM! It's about time, is all I can say. Just be sure, whatever you do, don't miss the Ten Minute Cooking School. g
The first part of this story is based on one of the deleted scenes on the DVD. Spoilers for that if you haven't seen them yet! Notes at the end.
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El Mariachi is thinking about the woman.
He walks along the dusty road, draped in the flag of his country. He carries his guitar case, a guitar case full of guns.
In his mind he confuses her with Carolina. He cannot be sure who saved him, who reached down from a sky ablaze with sun and cloud, and took his hand. Was it Carolina? Or was it the mystery woman?
He wonders why she did not kill him. She was curious about him, that much was obvious. And she was attracted to him. The gun caressed his skin like her hand wanted to. He knows this.
If he were to return to the town, perhaps he would find her still there. She might be waiting for him. She might smile to see him again.
Then again, she might be waiting with a gun. She knows who he is. She could turn him in to any of the numerous cartels and organizations hunting him down.
Yet he does not think she will betray him like that. If she was going to do it, she would have done it when he was unconscious and at her mercy. She spared his life, and he wants to know why.
So he could go back. But he worries. What if he looks at her and sees Carolina?
His boots kick up dust. The wind in his hair is hot. He thinks maybe he won't go back after all. He will just keep on walking. Sooner or later he will reach a new town.
And then he can begin again.
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Sands is thinking about Ajedrez.
He is aware that he is not standing anymore. At some point he has slid down the wall. He is sitting, leaning, to be precise. It won't be long before he's lying flat on the sidewalk.
That damn kid better come back soon with the doctor.
He curses his own stupidity. Never trust anyone! What the hell was he thinking, sharing his plan with her? Christ, he had even planned to share the money with her! He had been a fucking idiot. It was no wonder he fell into her trap. He deserves this, this shitty humiliating, dark death.
Somewhere out there, the entire CIA is laughing at him.
Well, fuck them. He can't do anything about that. Ajedrez, now. He had been able to do something about her. And by Christ, he had done it, too. He wishes he could have seen the look on her face when he shot her. That would have been priceless. Maybe even worth losing his eyes for.
His eyes... Oh shit, he's fucked. Fucked seven ways from Sunday. Fucked in every hole in his body, including the three brand-new gunshot wounds he's now sporting.
A car engine sounds in the distance. It grows louder, and he thinks, Here comes the cavalry. He chuckles. His voice sounds a bit rusty.
He manages to sit up a little straighter. He'll let the doctor patch him up. Then he'll shoot the doctor. Maybe the nurses too. Even the pretty ones.
Then he's going to leave Mexico. He's had it with this fucking country. He's going to go someplace else. Someplace where it's not so damn hot all the time, and the people speak English.
Maybe Alaska.
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Author's Notes: According to the deleted scenes, after El escaped Marquez's compound, Ajedrez found him in the desert and brought him back into town. I find the idea that the two of them had met to be very intriguing...
The last line also comes from a deleted scene. An ad-libbed line by Johnny, no less. "Why couldn't I have been posted to Alaska?"
Why indeed? g