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More Than Darkness	By : SaMe Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time In Mexico Views: 4591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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This is a crossover smutty story featuring the character of
Tess/Salida ie Tess' Voice in Neon Dasies' OUATIM fics on ff.net, More Than
Eyes Alone Can See, and More Than Life,
and Sands/Jeffrey from Merrie's OUATIM fic on ff.net, Darkness Rising. This
story will make some sense, probably, if you read it without having read either
of our stories, but it'll make a hell of a lot more if you just read them.
They're all worth reading, we promise. Anyway, on with the show.
Rated for what has happened, and what might happen. We�re really not quite sure ourselves. On with the story.

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Jeffrey awoke to a haze of pain. He knew that something was wrong, more
specifically something with his hand, but he wasn�t awake enough to remember
what that was. He reached over to
examine it with his other hand, and he let out a loud curse as the pain became
more bright and sharp under his probing fingers. It was then that he remembered: Salida�s
illness, fucking breaking his hand on the wall of the elevator, and Sands�
marriage. It was that final remembrance
that caused him to sit up in the bed suddenly, clutching his broken hand to his
chest. It was screaming at him now that
the painkillers had worn off during his sleep, but for the moment he put it out
of his mind. I�ve got fucking more important things to worry about, he thought coldly, glaring down at the
wedding ring on his uninjured hand. He
was still glaring at it when he felt Salida stir.
�What�s wrong?� she
asked in a voice that was still low and harsh from sleep. �Is your hand hurting again?� She hadn�t yet bothered to open her eyes, so
missed the fierce scowl on her husband�s face.
�What�s fucking
bothering me is this fucking piece of metal on my finger,� he grit out between
clenched teeth. It didn�t matter that it
was technically on Sands� finger since his own were currently bound in metal
and plaster; it was still there, glinting in the morning sunlight, mocking him.
Metal?
Did they have to use metal to set his hand? Salida�s brain was responding sluggishly, and
all she wanted was to go back to sleep. �Well,
if you hadn�t found it necessary to punch a wall,� she started as her hand
reached out and tried to pull him back down beside her.
Jeffrey looked at
her as if she had sprouted another head. �What the fuck are you talking about? I was fucking talking about this fucking,
piece of shit ring,� he proffered his right hand in her direction with a
violent gesture after shrugging off her attempt to pull him back down onto the
bed.
Salida groaned,
finally remembering what he was talking about and not happy that she had to
deal with an irate Jeffrey. Sht upt up
to better reason with him, once again groaning as all the blood rushed from her
head and into what felt like her stomach.
Folding over her knees, she waited for the room to stop spinning and
prayed that the nausea of the past two days wouldn�t return.
It did.
Frustrated beyond
belief, not wanting to deal with anything at all, but knowing she had to, she
asked in a too-patient voice, �And why exactly are you in such a shitty mood
over this?�
�I just fucking am.
He had no fucking right to fucking do
that without telling me!� Jeffrey seethed, too pissed off to realize how
hypocritical that sounded.
�Jeffrey, we did
the exact same thing to him,� Salida pointed out, trying desperately to keep
all emotion out of her voice. If she
didn�t, she�d start attacking him out of her own shitty mood, and she didn�t
want to get into a fight right now. �And
before you complain again, it�s not like he covered your ring, now is it?�
Jeffrey�s eyes
glanced down at his own broken hand, thankful to see that his stupidity had
left the ring intact. His eyes then
moved to his right hand � Sands� hand � and saw where he had placed the ring. It was true, he had put it on his own hand in
a rather unconventional way, but his rage refused to be abated. He pressed on, not noticing his wife�s growing
discomfort and irritation. �He probably
just put it there because he knew what I would have fucking done to him if he
hadn�t, not out of any fucking consideration. And I�ll bet you that fucking bastard brings
up something about how his and kitty�s marriage is legal and ours isn�t. Just
wait,� he seethed, his breath starting to quicken in his rage. �I fucking hate that bastard,� he continued.
�If you don�t press
the matter, he probably won�t either.�
Salida�s words were growing more and more clipped by the moment as more
and more of her focus went to her unruly stomach. �Besides, didn�t I point that out before we
got married? Something about committing
fraud?>
>

We�re going.� He turned and gave Aida one last look of a
mixture of love and longing before heading out the door, Salida closing it
behind him.

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Salida kept her mouth shut through the long taxi ride, not
asking where they were going, and not having heard when Sands had told the taxi
driver. She was simply along for the
ride now, and she certainly felt like it.
This entire scenario was almost like having an out of body experience,
but worse.
As the taxi pulled
up in front of the New Orleans International
Airport, Sands felt his rage
beginning to form again. He wanted
nothing more than to make Jeffrey suffer � immensely � but now was neither the
time nor the place. And Jeffrey wasn�t
evrounround anyway, which made making him suffer more than difficult. He paid the driver and walked into the
bustling airport, heading immediately to the place where one - had they enough
money � could charter private jets. He
did so, not caring for thst, st, only wanting to get into DC as soon as
possible. He did his best to ignore the
woman that was doing her best to act as his shadow, but it wasn�t easy.
�Are you just going
to stay silent the entire time, sunrise?� he couldn�t stop himself from asking
as they were led outside to where the jet was parked, getting refueled. Another good thing about chartering a private
jet was that they didn�t take their passengers throuhe mhe metal detectors. It made carrying weapons that much simpler.
�What do you want
me to do?� shked ked with dull eyes. �Beg
you to stop? To turn around and go back
to your wife? To forget about this
morning since Aida didn�t get anything more than a little rough handling while
I�m sporting a bruise by your hand?� She
shook her head. �I�m just here to pick
up the pieces. I think we both know it�s
unlikely that Jeffrey will ever forgive me.�
�Well you did kind
of fucking betray him, sunrise. Well you
almost did anyway,� he said with a shrug, not in a position or mood to try and
reassure her. �It�s little wonder he�s
fucking pissed at you.� Her comment
about what had happened to her and Aida was ignored as they boarded the small
jet.
�Are you going to
force me to talk the entire way there?� she asked wearily, not wanting to get
into this with him. It�s not like he
gave a damn anyway.
�No. Your very presence irritates me, but your
silence is fucking worse. I won�t force
you to fucking talk though,� he said, cursing under his breath when he was
forced to use Jeffrey�s broken hand to help buckle his seatbelt.
Salida buckled her
own seatbelt, and looked out her window as the plane took off. After a half an hour or so of silence, she
said in what was almost a wistful voice, �Did you know that I once offered to
let Jeffrey kill me?�
�No. When?� he
asked slowly, trying vainly to put his throbbing hand out of his mind. Conversation helped.
�After our first
night together, because I knew I�d rather die than have to leave him a second
time.�
�Why are you
telling me this, sunrise?� he asked warily, not liking where this conversation
was leading.
�I don�t know. Perhaps I�m thinking that things would have
just been easier for everyone if he�d taken me up on that. And the appeal of being killed by someone who
would at least remember me . . . it�s an attractive idea. Do you think he would have made it quick?� Then, more to the window than to him, she
asked, �Do you think he would make it quick now?�
Sands shifted in
his seat, uncomfortable with her line of questioning. �Then? Yes,
he probably would have made it quick. Now?
Not a chance. He wouldn�t kill you. Either he�d forgive you and the two of you would
live happily fucking ever after, or he�d leave you to suffer.�
�I know he�s not
going to forgive me, but for the sake of argument, if in three weeks he�s not
talking to me yet, will you just go ahead and put me out of my misery? It�d almost be like Jeffrey killing me.�
�No it wouldn�t. But fine. If that�s what you really fucking want, then
so be it.� He would take no pleasure in
killing her, but he would do it.
�Thank you,� she
said seriously. �It�s always good to
have a plan B.�
�If you say so,� he
said slowly, waving his hand in a careless gesture before pulling up Jeffrey�s
broken hand up to his face to look at it. He tentatively touched the broken fingers,
hissing as the pain in his hand and arm doubled. He was like a young child picking at a scab; he
knew he shouldn�t, but he couldn�t help it. Maybe the pain would wake Jeffrey up. He couldn�t take out his anger on someone who
wasn�t there, and he could feel it beginning to cool. That could not happen. Jeffrey would pay.
�I think he wanted
a clear head when he talked to you, because I offered him some painkillers,�
Salida observed, without looking away from the window. Then she laughed, and the sound was on the
border of sanity and madness. �He said
he didn�t want to involve me, that he�d take care of his own mess.� The laughter abruptly turned to tears that
she blinked rapidly to keep from falling.
�I�m sorry. I think I should take
a nap.�
�Fine. Whatever. We should be there fucking soon though. It�s not a long fucking flight,� Sands said
with a frown in her direction at her display.
�That�s too bad,�
she murmured, closing her eyes.
But it was still
long enough for her to re-live her dream of killing her husband . . . for his
own good.

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�Home sweet home,� Sands said dryly, stepping into his
penthouse suite and gesturing to Salida. �Don't mind the mess, I seem to remember
killing the maid.� He began to survey
the contents of his apartment, determined to take some heads � literally � if anything
was missing. It had been several months
since he had been home. Not enough time
for the murder inquiries around him to die down, but he didn�t care. If they wanted to fucking come after him, so
be it. He�d deal with it.
Salida didn�t
answer. She merely looked around,
noticing that aside from a thick layer of dust, things were actually pretty
neat. �Perhaps you killed her after she
cleaned up,� she observed quietly.
�It would seem so,�
he said with a shrug, moving into the living room to take a seat on his plush
leather couch.
�Where the fuck are
we?�
�Well, it�s about
fucking time,� Sands muttered. �Don�t
you recognize it? We�re fucking home,
Jeffrey,� Sands seethed, his rage rekindled at the sound of Jeffrey�s voice.
�Home is in New
Orleans. This
is DC. This was never fucking home. This is just a fucking apartment. You burnt down the only home you�ve ever
known, remember? With your family still
fucking inside.�
�Sands has a
fucking guestroom. You can sleep there. If you promise we�ll fucking talk again when
you wake up,� Jeffrey said in a mixture of sternness and weariness.
Salida smiled
softly, knowing that if she fell asleep now, she wouldn�t be waking up. Prying her
eyes open, she met Jeffrey�s eyes with a sad, sweet gaze. �Not that kind of tired, lover.�
�You�re fucking
tired of all this shit, you mean?� he asked, gesturing first to the broken
mirror and then to his bloodied face, neck and arm. �That makes fucking two of us.�
�Three of us,�
Sands added. �You are sunrise again,
right?� heed wed warily.
Salida nodded,
shaking her head when her stomach growled.
�I think I�m actually hungry,� she whispered, almost amazed. She�d been ready to give up, but apparently
life wasn�t ready to stop bugging her yet.
�We�ll have to go
out. I seriously fucking doubt there�s
anything left edible in his place,� Jeffrey said, relieved that she seemed to
be feeling physically better at least.
�If there�s
anything left in the refrigerator or cabinets it�s more than a few months old,�
Sands added. �I haven�t exactly had time
to shop,� he said dryly.
�Later,� Salida
murmured, scooting incrementally closer to Jeffrey. �You two need to clean up more . . . and you
should call Grant, Sands. Let her know
that you�re still alive and all.�
�Are we?� Jeffrey
addressed Sands, wanting to know if this was over.
�For now at least,�
Sands responded with a nod and wince. �You
just had to go for the fucking face, didn�t you?� he grumbled, fingering the
deep cut along his jaw.
�Stop your fucking whining.
It could have been your fucking throat.�
�Stop,� Salida
groaned. �Stop or let me leave.�
�Fine.�
�We�re fucking
stopping.�
Salida shook her
head, not really believing them, and tried to stand. She�d made it halfway to her feet before
blacking out and collapsing. She cursed,
and managed to catch herself with her hands before planting her face into the
floor.
�What the fuck was
that? If you can�t even fucking stand,
we�re going to the emergency room. I don�t
fucking care what you say otherwise,� Jeffrey said firmly, his eyes wide with
worry as he helped her sit up again.
�I�m fine. It�s just . . . I don�t think I�ve eaten
anything since you took me out for dinner.
Nothing more substantial than crackers and soda water at least.�
�Fuck. You want me to go get you something?� Jeffrey
asked with a frown.
She shook her
head. �I�ll be fine if I take things a
bit more slowly.� She tried again, this
time using the wall and the counter to help support her, and made it to her
feet. �I�m . . . I�m going to go find
some sun to sit in until you two are ready to leave.�
�If you�re sure you�re
alright?� Jeffrey asked, his frown deepening despite the pain of the cutng
ng
Sands� jaw as his mouth moved.
Salida knew she
couldn�t really promise him that. So
instead she squeezed his arm and whispered, �I will be.�
�Alright. Go sit down. We�ll be out as soon as we don�t look . . . like
we just had a knife fight and lost.�
�That�ll probably
fucking take awhile,� Sands muttered, gasping slightly as he saw his and
Jeffrey�s face in an unbroken piece of mirror for the first time. �Oh fuck. That�ll definitely take awhile.�

After the men got cleaned up as best they could, they
emerged from the bathroom to find Salida lying in a large patch of sunlight. �Just . . . stay put, sunrise. I�m going all all spitfire. After that, if she hasn�t fucking castrated me
over the phone, we�ll all fucking get something to eat.� He picked up his cell phone and dialed home,
pacing as he waited for Aida to answer.
On the sixth ring,
she picked up. �Sands?� she asked almost
warily.
�Who else would it
be? Yes, it�s me, spitfire,� he said
somewhat wearily. �I�m home. And we�re all alive and counted for.�
�What do you mean
you�re home?� she asked with some relief, sitting down on the bed, phone in
hand.
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