A/N: Well I've had a bad week, but I got this chapter up so I hope that you guys like it.

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The airport was a bit more than Sands could handle. So many sounds and smells hitting him at once. He didn't even know which way was up at this point. Mort had to practically drag him onto the plane.

"Shel, it's okay. Don't worry." Sands was shaking. His breathing was getting faster and faster and he was looking in every possible direction. "Just chill out. Everything's okay." Mort was rubbing circles on Sands' back and kept leading him to their seats.

It reminded him of when they were younger. When they were split up. Sands had been sick. And it was the day that all the people were coming to adopt the children. They had been getting ready for so long. And Sands couldn't even get out of bed. So Mort had to go downstairs and meet the people that were going to adopt them. The couple wanted nothing to do with Sands. Who was spending the whole morning in the bathroom. So they took Mort home and told little Sheldon that they would be back for him.

Before the couple arrived Mort was doing exactly what he was doing now. Comforting his little brother. Trying to get him relaxed enough to fall asleep.

It hadn't worked then and it wasn't working now. "Shel just go to sleep. Once we get to our seats just lean against the window and sleep. It's all okay."

"Mort. You're not helping. Just let me go."

"Promise you won't run."

"No."

"Then I won't let go until we're sitting down." Mort dragged Sands down the isle and pushed him into his seat. "Sleep."

Sands slumped into the chair and started to fiddle with anything that he get his hands on, which happened to be a packet of ketchup that the last person in that seat had left there. As soon as Mort sat down the packet burst and squirted all over him. He pushed the call button and waited for a someone to come and help him.

The attendant came over and handed him a napkin. Sands smirked as he listened to the woman apologizing for not cleaning up that ketchup packet. Then she snatched it out of his hands rather roughly.

Sands stood and put a gun to her face. "That was rude. You could have asked to have it back."

"I..um...um."

"Sir, put the gun down." Sands pulled another gun out and pointed it at the man who had spoken to him. "Sir, I'm a fire marshal. Put the gun away or I will have to shoot."

"I forgot that they planted you guys on planes. You're all just pussies anyway."

"Shel."

"Sir, put the gun down."

"No." Sands turned his full attention to the fire marshal. The flight attendant started to run, but was caught by a bullet in the back. The fire marshal wasted no time and shot Sands in the stomach. The blow caused him to tip forward and his sunglasses came off.

He got his balance back and raised his gun again. The fire marshal continued to shoot, but Sands only had to pull the trigger once to end the pelting of bullets. The other passengers started to flee the plane. All of them except for Mort and Sands.

Mort picked up Sands sunglasses and handed them to him. "I'm gonna die now Mort."

"But I thought you couldn't die."

"I can't. Well I do for a minute or two."

"Oh."

"Think you could maybe put me in a seat."

"Sure." Mort put Sands in a seat and looked at him.

"The police are almost here. Get going." Sure enough the sirens started getting closer and closer until the cops were running into the plane. Mort was still standing there and they took him out after they were sure that Sands was dead.

"Sir, why were you on the plane with that man?"

"He's my brother. He um. Well I was going back home and he was going with me. He works um, worked for the CIA and he was assigned as my bodyguard."

"And what are your names?"

"I'm Mort Rainey. And he was um Shel."

"Shel?"

"Sheldon. Sheldon Jeffery."

"Rainey?"

"No Sands. Sheldon Jeffery Sands."

"And you were brothers?"

"Yes. Our parents died. And I was adopted. He was sick that day."

"Okay. Well that's all. And you said he was CIA, right?"

"Yeah."

"Was he threatened in anyway before he shot?"

"Well the fire marshal said that he would shoot him. He was holding a gun up to him."

"Okay. Thank you."

"Can I go um say goodbye?"

"Yes." Mort went back into the plane and went over to Sands. He went to poke him, but sands grabbed his arm.

"Don't touch me. Is the fuzz gone?"

"No. Go duck out the back."

"Okay." Sands stood up and opened the emergency exit. He walked out to two police cars with the four policemen all pointing guns at him. He could hear their sirens and the cocking of their guns. Sands took out one of his guns and shot all of them.

"Sands you're already in enough trouble as it is."

"I don't care. Now let's get going." Sands jumped off of the wing and started walking towards one of the police cars. "You have to drive."

"I'm not driving a stolen police car."

"I'll hold a gun to your head. Say that I forced you."

Mort sighed and got into the car. Sands got into the back and put his gun up to the grate separating them. "Where are we going?"

"Tashmore Lakes, I believe. That is where you live, right?"

"Yeah, but we can't drive there from here. It's like a five hour drive."

"So? You're being held at gun point. Now drive." Mort speed off and Sands just laughed as all the cops turned and watched them go by.

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So I finally updated. Yay! Thanks for reading.