Hello reviewers! Erm... well, I did make a mistake last chapter and put the first chapter at the end. I corrected it and hopefully, will update the last chapter for me. I have an author's note at the end. See ya there!

By Myself

Chapter Four

Hiding

El had barely formed an idea of how to get out of the hotel and succeed when more cartel members joined the hotel raid. El made sure that Sands and the boy were safe in the back seat of the 'borrowed' car. He shifted gears and quickly sped off to a place where he knew they would be safe. A place no one would look for them. A place that El wasn't sure they would be allowed to stay.

It had been Sands' suggestion for their hide out. El was hardly in a position to decline a hide out and Sands knew that. The Agent had mumbled an address, one he was probably used to looking at from all the tracking he did, trying to find the man who lived there. It seemed as if Sands knew everything that was happening at all times, El noted. Even though El was driving and Sands had no eyes, Sands would occational creep up with a bit of information, like a tree or sign near by that El should make a turn at. El would soon learn, this was only the tip of the iceberg from the one named Sands.

"You bring me, the man who's been trying to corrupt the world, killed innocent people, plotted to let the president be killed and took us from our peaceful lives and expect me to just open my door to him? And not only him, but El, as in the legendary El Marachi, is wanting to hide out in MY house?" Jorge said, not believing that El Marachi, Agent Sands of the CIA and a boy in a yellow shirt were standing right infront of his house, asking for refuge. If the sitution wasn't happening to him, he may have found it funny.

"You're our only true hope right now. I can not go around, carring an Agent with holes in him and an innocent boy with the cartel after me. It would only get them killed." El explained. He had stayed calm through Jorge's rant. He was prepared for the man to say such things. El would probably be the same way in his position. But, the wide-eyed expression, followed by strict silence, then soon replaced by yelling was something that El had not expected from the man.

Jorge ran a hand over his balding skull and mumbled some curses under his breath in Spanish. He ushered El and the strange group inside his house and shut the door. He then locked it with several Ace locks, before turning around.

"And what about you? You're not going out to face the cartel alone." He gave him a watchful eye. "You know the remaining cartel are going to be in a killing spree, wanting to kill every guy that ever crossed them in order to take position as the leader."

"I was already aware of that." El said, placing Sands in a chair. Sands had passed out somewhere between the driveway and the door at Jorge's house. The boy had stayed quiet and was following El like a lost puppy-dog. He seldomly glanced up but refused to make eye contact with either man.

"So, what are you planning on doing? Certainly not going out to face them by yourself. Or, are you waiting for our good agent to heal, then let him be the one to put the bullet in your back?" Jorge shifted his weight as he remained by the door, wanting El to give him a straight answer.

"If you say so." Was El's only answer as he walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Jorge asked as El unlocked the door and stepped outside.

El turned his head slightly and stopped walking. He turned his face towards Jorge, making Jorge wish he didn't ask because El's eyes were no longer the slightly warmed brown, but a cold black.

"To get my guitar." And he shut the door, leaving Jorge to decide what to do next.

Jorge sighed as he figured he had no other choice to make other then helping the agent. Jorge muttered more curses in spanish as he walked to the agent. He hoisted Sands up by his good arm and put it over his shoulder. Jorge could feel his muscles try to stop him from the action since they had clearly seen better days. He let out a breath of relief as he felt Sands stir enough to hold part of his own weight.

"Chicho... follow us." Sands muttered to the boy in the yellow shirt. The boy nodded and followed the two into a small room on the other side of the small house. Jorge placed Sands on the bed.

"Lay still. I have to check your wounds." He said. "The First Aid kit is in the kitchen. I'll be right back."

"You do that." Sands said, holding one hand over his wounded arm. It was still stinging. Out of all of his bullet wounds, this one hurt the worst.

Dispite El's treatment on the wounds, they still stung from the movement from the escape and the car ride. Sands groaned as a sharp pain swept over his body. Every pore felt the pain and the heat from the room.

"Señor..?" the boy questioned as he put a tentive hand on Sands' shoulder.

"Open a window." Sands instructed.

He knew it was a risk, opening a window in a place full of cartel member swarming about like bees to a nest was incredibly stupid. But the burning all over his body was starting to cloud his mind with steam.

The boy moved across the room and reached out a hand to open the window, only to be stopped by Jorge.

"Qué le hace piensa que usted hace?" Jorge asked, wondering if he should trust this boy. "Son usted tratando de obtenernos todo matado?" (What do you think you're doing? Are you trying to get us killed?)

"No Señor. Sólo en abra la ventana." He replied, looking at the window. (No sir. Only to open the window.)

"No." Jorge said firmly, letting the boy go. He crossed the room and placed the first aid kit on the night stand. "The damn cartel will be watching for that." He muttered to himself. He looked at the boy with firmness in his eyes. "Aleje desde el ventanas y no mueva la espalda de cortinas." (Stay away from the windows and do not move the curtains back.)

The boy stood by the window. He looked at Sands for guidance, but Sands was too busy dealing with the pain his body was in to help the poor Mexican boy standing helpless by the window. He didn't know if he should go against Jorge or not.

"¿Por qué se para todavía usted allí? Venga aquí y ayúdeme." Jorge said, wanting an excuse to keep an eye on him. (Why are you standing there? Come here and help me.)

." Jorge said, wanting an excuse to keep an eye on him. (.)

"Kid..." Sands mumbled. "It's hot in here... too hot..window.. ábralo..." (open it)

Jorge placed his hand on Sands' forehead, only to rip it away, "He's burning up."

He opened the kit and searched for any type of fever medicine. Jorge knew it was an infection that caused the fever, but the infection was the lesser problem right now. Sands' tempature was growing and probably close to the place where the sense started to suffer from the pure heat of the body. Jorge had to work quickly, or Sands could possibly loose himself in the fever.

He found an extra strength fever medicine that was made for childer. The ex-FBI agent cursed his luck. All the others were empty. He only had the chiildern's medicine to help the fever.

"Just my luck." He muttered to himself.

He decided the best thing to do, was to double the dosage in order for it to work on Sands. He atleast counted himself lucky to have found SOMETHING to give Sands.

He titled Sands' head back and put the cap full of the medicine liquid to his lips. "Drink this." Jorge said as he tilted the cap. Sands gave in and swollowed the liquid, though it was awful and bitter.

Jorge filled the cap once more and put it to Sands' lips. Sands pierved his lips shut as the distrasteful liquid touched his lips once more. He refused to have that fowl tasting stuff put back into his mouth. No matter what anyone said to him.

"You need to take it." Jorge insisted, not wanting to sit here all day because Sands refused to take the second half of the medicine.

Sands turned his head to the side, not willing to give up this battle. He would not have that stuff put back in his mouth and that, at least, was something he was in control of.

"Fine. You don't want me help. That's fine with me. But when that fever is raging, you'll come around to my point of view." Jorge said.

Sands gave a witty smile, knowing he had won this battle. Even while he was barely able to move, he was still in control of something. He liked it that way. He liked being in control. And that was the way it was going to stay. No matter what happened.

Jorge shook his head and pulled out all the medcial supplies in the kit. He sighed. He was going to have a long day inhead of him. That he was sure.

Author's Note- I would like to thank all my reviewers!

susan-Thank you! You're my first reviewer too. And such a nice review to get.

Mina aka: Mockingbird- ha. You couldn't DARE threaten me with my sexy blind agent as protection! MWAHAHA!

AngelGardian666- Yes. Yummy slash for the whole family to enjoy. Though, I love the 'took-forver-but-way-worth-it slash then the sudden ones that make almost no sence, but give you yummy rated R scenes. Those are good for quick reading, but the long, drawn out ones are just... more satisifing I think.

Kerttu- Of course I shall write more! I am already planning up to 10 chapters and hope to get it to about chapter 20 before I even begin to get Sands and El into slashy goodness.

Starr Dust- I'm glad you like the spanish! Though, my spanish is way off in this fic. I know a lot more now that I'm in Spanish class again, and can only blush in shame at how bad I wrote the Spanish in the chapters. I was trying to stay close to the movie, but not so close that the story can't breath on it's own. El Mariachi, Desperdo and Once Upon a Time in Meixco have the same theme in which, someone WILL tell a story at some point and expect the unexpected. Which, happen to be my favorite things to write about. So, this story was made for me... erm... actually... it's the other way around. And sorry that you were shuddering! I actually got the goosebumps reading my own chapter. How weird is that?

JohnnyDEPPmaniac- I have you hooked do I? Mwahahahaha! Yes! Follow the baited slash! mwahaha!

Marash- Very interesting? Thank you. I try to be.

Horga- I know! I love to post chapters where at the end of the chapter, you're left hanging! If you're not, then if I take too long to write the next chapter, you would be able to move on to something else and leave my story! GAH! That would be horrible! Well... for me it would be...

vanillafluffy- hahahaha! I actually had that picture in my head! Since I stay in hotels sometimes for random reasons (mainly anime conventions) I always see this bible in the night stand. I figured that would be their best bet since I wrote myself into a corner where Sands was going to scream and El had to stop him. That was the only thing that came to mind as a good thing to use, since I didn't want poor Sands biting off his tongue! Yes... sands is having a bad day isn't he? Well, he shall have good days. Everyone has good days. It may take a few chapters to get to a good day, but he shall have one!

I believe that is all my reviewers. Sorry if I skipped you! I will continue to go author notes every chapter or every other chapter. But if you review, you will have your name in one chapter. Thank you for all of your kind support! I really love hearing from everyone. Good night!