Chapter 15 Different kinds of Mad
Disclaimer sadly Sands is not mine, but Sara and Jaque are.
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Sara made sure she locked on Sands face, to read the reaction, no more the explosion, after all she had been able to piece together a fair bit of what happened on the Day of the Dead, from his talking a little when drugged up by the doctors, or in the nightmares. She definitely got the impression that killing this Ajedrez person ,now in her absence supplied with a face, had been a matter of some twisted satisfaction to Sands and a serious part of him keeping any sort of balance after that day, after the torture. She kept looking, and a cold feeling crept over her, not fear, she was already full to the brim with that, but with panic, and no, as some part of her brain that was hiding under the mental equivalent of the bed, was pointing out; that was really not quite the same thing. This was different because the cause was different, Sands was not reacting one little bit, and that had to mean he had tipped over and totally lost it; a full catatonic episode she mentally kicked herself, cos lets face it just now that little job was vacant from the irritating man who normally did it. She had know Mexico was a mistake, the man seemed strong, but that was all bravado, he had to be hanging on by a thread and she had sanctioned this little trip that was to push him completely over the edge..
Sara let out a slightly ragged sigh "Sands?" she tried "Can you hear me?" she said very gently.
"Does this place do lobotomies while you wait Watson?" he said without warning "Of course I can hear you.. it's the eyes, Doll, not the ears, basic anatomy 101, what the hell do they teach you doctors these days? " he smirked slightly "I swear just when I didn't think it possible these Doctors go down again in my estimation" he said towards Jaque, in a conspiratorial tone
Sara let out a deeply frustrated sigh, she had actually worried about this pain in the arse, as anger flared through her she kicked him hard on the shin "That was not remotely funny!" she shouted
Sands grabbed his wrist "Remember that Hippocratic oath.. that 'do no harm' thing your meant to swear to keep.. well I don't get even close to keeping it.. never took it, so don't be starting with me Watson" he said at a level of coldness set several feet below absolute zero. He then dropped her wrist as if she were contaminated, and 'looked' back at Jaque "Well, that's a mighty interesting tale, real.. improbable" he said.. giving a slight glare in Sara's direction for ruining his dramatic pause by freaking on him, didn't she know timing was everything when telling a joke.
"I am not her" Jaque repeated
"Sure, you just sound the same.. smell the same.. and according to you even look the same.. if it fucks like a duck, or some such thing" he said, though his tone was set at dangerous.
"Here" she took his hand and moved it under her top, so he could touch the skin on her stomach "You shot her here, I have my sources, I know that. I am not her, right" she stated
Sands tilted his head, no wound, nothing, just soft warm flesh, that would could not heal completely so fast, and it wasn't that there was no wound, there was nothing, no scar, nothing,, well there was something… a very slight change in Jaque's breathing, unnoticeable to most, but he was not most, he liked to remind himself, so what if he salved his little ego a bit' he told himself he was due something
In a tone of a barb wrapped in pure silk, and his hand still on her, he said "You haven't told me why Ajedrez wanted you dead" he almost murmured
"Oh.. that.. that was all totally your fault, she decided to kill me at the same time she got all bent out of shape with you. You know before she was all for trying to turn you and offering you a nice high up place in the cartel, she always said you were dirty in. more ways than one" Jaque said with a smile "It was all going peachy for her, you, daddy.. the Cartel handed to her on a plate.. and then you just had to screw the pooch" she stated
"And that really did it, cos she was not just mad, but double mad," Sands said, it had taken months for her to calm down, or at least appear to.
"Oh very mad, killing spree mad" Jaque said with a smirk
"Anyone care to clue me in?" Sara said irritably
"No!" they both said in unison.. Sands took a drink of tequila, and tried the pilbil "Oh. This is good enough to almost shoot the cook" Sands said. ."Wanna have a bite of my pork, it's the world" he said
"Once bitten twice shy" Jaque retorted
"Oh shy just ain't in your genes Doll" he said
"What is 'living la vida loca'?" she asked
"Oh no, that's my act, not your double act" Sands countered