By Myself
Chapter Seven
Act Two
El had hobbled his way through the hallway and into the kitchen area where Jorge was sitting. Jorge looked up from his newpaper at the Mariachi.
"Everything go OK in there?" Jorge asked, as if he was asking about the weather.
"As good as it can go." El said, making his way to the cabnet to fetch some soup, since Sands' stomach probably couldn't take more then that since he hadn't eaten in awhile.
"It seems he's being rather calm about loosing his eyes." Jorge commented.
El paused in his reaching for chicken noodle soup. Sands was being rather calm about it all. El knew that if he lost his eyes, he would not be able to be calm. Hell, he would be lucky if he could keep his sanity in check.
"I'll go see if he's being a 'good boy.'" Jorge said, folding his newspaper and leaving El to his thoughts.
El had noticed that Jorge had the 'grandfather' thing going on. He would often give a great piece of advice or something thought intriging before getting up to leave. Jorge also had a sense of nervous chatter too. He would find Jorge sitting in a chair, mumbling to himself just before he would look up to see who entered a room.
El shook his head. He needed to hurry up and tend to the Agent before Sands decided El was being too slow and somehow killed them all. El made his way to the small, imported microwave to heat up the soup confection.
Jorge went through the small hallway into the back rooms. His house only had two bedrooms. Sands was currently in Jorge's bedroom since the spare one was being used for storage. El and the boy, who Jorge had come to know as Marcus, cleared it out. Now, it was used as a bedroom for Jorge and Marcus, while El tended to sleep in the chair beside Sands' bed instead of the couch Jorge offered.
Jorge knocked lightly on the door before entering. He knew better then to surprise the Agent. Working for the FBI for all those years, taught you some valuable lessons along the way.
"It's me." Jorge annouced, so Sands would not get confused. He stepped into the room and shut the door behind him.
"I knew it was you." Sands said with an quirked smile. "I can tell by your dress shoes."
Jorge looked down to see if Sands was right. He never remembered what he put on in the morning, since Jorge was NOT a morning person. Jorge gave a small chuckle. The agent was correct.
"May I sit down?" Jorge asked, feeling strange about it, since this was his house.
Sands gave an incline of his head, to signal yes. Jorge took the seat El had sat in and sighed as he felt his back crack a little as he did so.
"It seems age has been calling to you." Sands remarked.
"It has." Jorge said. "And all that excitiment on the Day of the Dead really brought my age knocking at my front door."
"Did you come out alright?" Sands asked, though no pity or concern was in his voice.
Jorge shrugged. "A cut by my left eye from the butt of a gun, a few bumps and bruises, but nothing to really complain about."
"Captured too, eh?" He chuckled.
"Yes." Jorge let out a sigh. "It would seem they caught onto use more then even you knew. El, was also captured at one point."
Sands cocked his head.
"He told me, just after we left you in bed." Jorge said, explaining. "He escaped just before the General showed up. He was really lucky."
"Yeah, well, it seems like he wasn't this time." Sands commented, leaning back and adjusting his shoulders for comfort.
"You can't be lucky all the time." Jorge commented.
"What about the kid?" Sands questioned, noticing that the boy had not come in the room yet, even though El has left.
"He's in the spare bedroom." Jorge explained. "It seems I have someone taking up this one, so Marcus is lending a hand with cleaning the other one up."
"Marcus?" Sands questioned, with tilt. "Is THAT his name?"
"Yes." Jorge answered, though he knew it wasn't a question to be answered.
"What the hell, I'll call him, Chico." He grinned. "I think it suits him just fine."
"A big fan of 'Chico and the Man'?" Jorge chuckled. It was one of his favorites.
"Who isn't?" Sands questioned with a sigh. "Where the fuck is El?"
Just as he said that, El hobbled over, amazingly not spilling the soup as he went across the room. Jorge stood up and helped him out by grabbed the bowl.
"I got this." Jorge commented, meaning that in more ways then one. Jorge needed to have a conversation with the Agent. He needed to know more then how he was injuried. There was something about the Agent that wasn't quite right and Jorge wanted to know, since said Agent would be in his house for god knows how long.
"Of course." El said, crossing the room once more and exiting.
Jorge set up a little table so Sands could eat easier. He placed the bowl on it, with a soup handle jutting out from the side of the bowl.
Sands lifted his hand and felt around for a few seconds before finding the handle. He could also feel the extreme heat coming from the bowl through all the steam. He scooped up one spoonful and lightly blew on it, until he felt it was safe enough to try it. He was greeted by a boiling hot chicken noodle to his lips. He nearly dropped the spoon, but was able to catch it just in time, but not before the steaming contents went spilling into his lap.
Sands let a hiss through his teeth as the liquid pierced through his thin sheet and onto his bare stomach.
"Let me." Jorge said, grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and wiping it up. This caused a stunned reaction from the Agent.
Jorge didn't notice at first, but Sands had gone completely stone still and was barely breathing. Jorge looked up and noticed after cleaning the spill, that Sands had a stricken look on his face, one not too often seen on the man's cool features.
"Are you alright?" Jorge asked, moving a little ways back from the Agent.
Sands muttered something without moving his lips.
"What was that?" Jorge asked, not understanding.
"I said, DON'T you DARE touch ME!" Sands shouted, flipping the table over and the bowl spilled onto Jorge. Jorge shoot up out of his seat and backed away from the Agent, afraid of what he might do.
"Don't you EVER lay a hand on me!" Sands shouted, standing from the bed and moving slightly closer to Jorge.
The door had opened and El was standing there, with a gun in his hand.
"No." Jorge said, holding his hand out to stop El from threatening the Agent with force. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have touched him."
El looked from the angry Sands to Jorge, who was shaking a little from the sudden attack. Jorge gave El a stern look. "Alright. It's your head." El said, moving out of the room, but not before looking over his shoulder at Sands first.
"I'm sorry." Jorge said, with a sigh. "I shouldn't have done that."
"You should be fucking sorry." Sands said, not sounding as mencing as he did before. He was just starting to calm down.
"I'll go fetch you something else to eat then." Jorge said, moving towards the door. Sands glared blindly at the footsteps of Jorge.
Jorge was about the close the door, when Sands spoke once more.
"Jorge... don't you DARE pity me." Sands said, his hands clentched.
"I wouldn't dream of it." Jorge commented before shutting the door and leaving the Agent alone.
Author Notes- I actually drew a picture for this chapter 'la gasp!'. Well, since I was thinking about this chapter and how you guys must be itching to kill me for not updating, I decided to watch the movie over again and try to think of something else to put in. Well, I noticed how Sands never wanted to be touched and almost was NEVER touched in the film, so I thought, why not? The link to it, is in my user page. Go check it out!
Starr Dust- I am kind, aren't I? Well, of course I want slashy goodness as much as the next person, but I want them to have at least enough contact to have a real realationship and not those fake, all of sudden lustful ones, like 90 of the fanfics are. So, when it happens, know that it's a fustraited slash-lover writing it.
Horga- heh. Slash might be near and yet again, it might not. I can't even tell because I haven't written the outline for the slashy-ness yet. I'm glad you like the conversations they have, because I was beginning to think it was putting you all to sleep!
Kerttu- Thank you! I love Mort too. He's such a well-developed character that I thought would fit perfectly next to Sands. So, a mort will be showing up, though if it's the SAME mort from secret window, is yet to be seen.
DeppDRACOmaniac- I was beginning to wonder where you were! Well, I'm so happy that you mentioned the writing style! I bragged about that chapter to all my friends before I wrote it. I LOVE it to tell you the truth. It was my time to show you guys my humor, and it worked so well with El and Sands! So, thank you for that review!
Mina aka: Mockingbird- Much love for you reading this! El and Sands really do make such a crazy couple together, but I love making them talk to one another. It's so great to hear their little snaps at each other that I love writing those two just talking! Well, there will be more then just talking going on, but I love it all the same.
empath89- With this, as with all my stories, there is a great distance of improvement. I always hope for the best, but most of these chapters are written very quickly, due to my time limit and in a very small room, so I love writing very quickly for about an hour then leaving it for a day or so.So, somewords arewritten days apart from each other!Often will repeat myself before I don't remember what I wrote.
