DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything from Once Upon A Time In Mexico, if I did I would have a lot more money! This is all from my own head and my imagination, if it resembles any real life incidents it was totally by accident. Any original characters are of my own creation as well…please respect that, thanks!
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Megan shot back.
"Didn't teach you many manners at that school, did they? Like not swearing at adults." Sands smirked.
"You're really one to talk." She replied. "But don't try to change the subject…what do you mean, I'm wrong?" She asked again.
"Well, when I said 'you're wrong'…that implies 'you' which is pretty self explanatory. 'Are' is really not necessary…if you don't mind sounding like Tarzan. Finally, 'wrong' means not right." He smirked…he could tell Megan was fuming at this response.
"Thank you for the English lesson." She said icily. "But what am I wrong about?"
"Well what were we talking about? Oh yeah, my son. You're wrong." He shrugged.
She sighed, clearly annoyed. "Are you sure you're not the child-you're sure acting like one."
"Pushing your buttons, my darling daughter? Maybe you can see what it feels like." He smiled.
"Forget it. This is pointless." She said, rolling her eyes.
"Alright, consider it forgotten, but that doesn't change the fact that you were wrong." He pointed out, knowing it would infuriate her to have it pointed out again.
"Okay…tell me exactly what I was wrong about. Please." She sighed, ready to give up.
"Giving up already? I should have known." Sands poured it on.
Megan just glared at him.
"He's not my son." Sands shrugged.
"What?" Megan asked with disbelief, wondering why would a strange boy be in his room if he wasn't his son.
"You heard me." He simply shrugged.
"But…but…who is he then?" She asked.
Sands rolled a cigarette casually. "He was just helping me get settled in. I thought you might feel a little better, having another kid around." He shrugged and lit the cigarette.
"So you know him, right?" She asked.
"You think I would let a stranger in my room, kid or otherwise?" He asked with disbelief
"Okay…no I guess not." She said slowly. "So, who is he?"
"I told you, he's just helping me." He said defensively.
"What do you need help with?" She asked, clearly confused.
"What is this? 20 questions?" He asked, defense creeping in again.
"I just wondered." She shrugged.
"Don't worry, everything is okay." He said, more to convince himself…he wondered if he should just get it over with and tell her, but his pride wouldn't let him.
"Okay.." She said quietly as he turned to leave. She saw the way he almost searched for the doorknob, and for the first time she noticed he was wearing sunglasses inside. "Hey, Dad.." the word sounded strange on her lips. "Why are you wearing sunglasses? Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine." He said quickly and went through the door.
Megan sighed and just shrugged it off, this was a big change. She tried not to let his attitude bother her too much. She jumped when she heard something crash in the next room, and then heard what must have been Sands groan in pain. She jumped off her bed and rushed into his room. "What happened?" She asked, though it was clear he had tripped over a chair in the room. She bent down and picked up his sunglasses, then rolled him over to try and help him up-but the sight she saw made her gasp with shock. Her eyes were wide as she stared at his eyes, or rather lack of.
"Wh-what happened to your eyes?" She asked, holding her breath as the image seared into her mind.