This is aprolouge of a Sands OUTIM fanfiction I have in mind, it's pretty preliminary stuff and it might be a long time before it gets updated, however it's been kicking around on my computer and I decided it's about time I actually did something with it. Tell me if you like it.

And as if you didn't know, Sands does not belong to me, as traumatic as the truth may be. I just like playing with him '

Prologue

"Mr. Sands?" The man sitting up in the hospital bed snapped to attention.

"A phone call for you sir."

He took the receiver gingerly from the nurse, and placed it to his ear.

"Yes?" He asked gruffly, as it had been a long time since he had last spoken.

"Mr. Sheldon Sands?" The male voice inquired from the other end of the receiver. The man groaned at the title, as he rearranged his posture to make himself sit as straight as he could.

"Sands will be fine, thank you." He replied, his voice now gently laced with a tone of annoyance, yet scarily calm.

"Oh, ok… Mr. Sands. I've been trying to contact you for quite some time now." The man at the other end had a sincere voice, like they were taught to speak in such a way.

"Is that so?" Sands drawled suspiciously.

"Yes, your contacts have been down for two months now." The man paused, as if waiting for Sands to explain himself. When this pause was filled with a stony silence, he hesitantly carried on. "Erm… I'm your aunt's solicitor, Mr. Johnson."

Sands gave an inwards sigh of relief. Anyone could have been calling him, and not everyone is the safest of citizens to be around, especially in his line of work.

"This may come as a shock to you, Mr. Sands, but your aunt died a month ago in a car accident, your uncle is still in a coma."

There was silence, and the man waited a long while, he knew it would seem strange to hear a relative had been dead for so long, and you didn't even know. Yet he was waiting for the tell-tale exclamation of disbelief.

It didn't come.

In fact, Sands did know his aunt had died, but said nothing of it.

"I've been looking through her will, and there are some matters I need to speak to you in person about." The man on the other end of the receiver said at last, seeming now very shaken. Sands heard the sound of rustling papers. He sensed the nervousness of the solicitor now and grinned to himself, he had this effect on some people.

"Ah, so you would be the executor?"

"Erm…yes. Yes I am."

"Well, Mr. Johnson. I don't quite know how to put this, but I'm a little busy for wills right now." Sands said, perplexedly.

"Yes… I understand you have been going through… difficulties."

Sands fought back a bout of sardonic laughter. "Yes, 'difficulties' is one way of putting it. " He drawled.

"It is important you attend the meeting shortly, it does also concern your uncles will." Mr. Johnson pleaded.

"I thought he wasn't pushing up daisies yet." Sands said, remarkably bitter.

"No, I don't mean Mr. Jacobs. Mr. Sands is the man concerned, your previous uncle."

Sands fell silent, a horrific memory just flashed in his mind.

After a long silence, he spoke again, almost choking on his words.

"So, Mr. Johnson, when will I be meeting you?"