Saving Grace | By : PiratesWench Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time In Mexico Views: 3176 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Sands paced
the waiting room, feeling more helpless than he ever had in his life. His parents, his sister…they actually paled
in comparison to his feelings for Grace.
He had never needed someone until she came along – and just as quickly
as he found her, he could lose her.
“Sands?”
He stopped
pacing at the sound of Harold’s voice.
“Do you know something?”
“No. Look, we have to get you back to Virginia…”
Sands was
appalled. “Are you fucking kidding
me? I’m not leaving.”
“You need
to be debriefed and…”
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“So
defuckingbrief me here – I’m not leaving!”
Harold
decided to dig a bit deeper. “Why
not? We won’t leave her alone here, she
is the CIA’s responsibility since we asked to to stay with you.”
“I can’t,
all right?”
“So you have
been sleeping with her then.yes"> “I don’t believe it.”
“Believe
what?”
“Mr. ‘I
Don’t Give a Fuck About Anyone’ actually cares about somebody.”
“I don’t care
about her, Harold,” Sands spat. He
found the wall and slumped against it.
“I love her.”
“What?”
“I L-O-V-fucking-E her, all right?”
Harold simply looked at Sands. Part of him wanted to ask him to put his
glasses back on, the other…well, the other part of him was toopefipefied by the
revelation that Sands was even familiar with what love was. “Are you…all right?”
Sands put his glasses back on,
shaking his head. “What the fuck do you
think?”
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“I have to go make a couple of
calls.
“No.”
Harold returned a half hour later,
two cups of coffee in his hands. He
handed one to Sands, then said, “I’m flying a surgeon down – he’ll be here by
six.”
“A surgeon? Do you know something about Grace that I
don’t?”
“Not for her, for you. We can’t have you running around with holes
in your head, you’ll freak your woman out.”
“She doesn’t seem to mind,” he said
softly.
“You let her see?”
“Yeah.”
“On purpose?”
Sands grew angry. “Do you have a fucking problem with that?”
“No,” Harold said quickly. “I just thought…face it, you’ve always been
a bit cocky when it comes to women and…”
“She’s not some one night stand,
Harold. She asked to see, so I showed
her.”
“In less than a week she managed
to…”
“Do more than…” He didn’t finish his thought. “I’ll fucking kill that bastard if
she…” Footsteps approached the m
cau
causing Sands to freeze up.
“You brought in Grace Milano?” a
doctor with a thick accent asked.
“Yes,” Sands quickly answered. “What’s going on? Is she all right?”
“She is still in surgery, señor,
she has lost a lot of blood, but things are looking better than when she
arrived. I will let you know when she
is out.”
“Thanks.” Sands voice was emotionless.
The doctor walked away and Sands put a hand to his forehead.
“You really do love her,”
Harold said, things finally sinking in.
Sands slid down the wall, taking a
seat on the floor. “I’d let them
fucking bleed me dry if it meant she’d be all right.”
Harold took a seat on the floor
next to Sands. His voice was suddenly
brimming with emotion. “I thought you
died.”
“You got a phone call after I was…”
“Not down here, Sheldon. When you were first on the job…when your
sister was…I thought you died then. You
turned into someone who was nothing like the young man you were when I first
met you. Thaman man in there,” his head
nodded toward the operating room, “brought you back from the dead. I’m going to have to thank her…then ask her
to get you to clean up your language a bit.”
“Yeah well…I’m thanking her first.” Then it happened. Everything that Sands had gone through in the past week hit him
with the force of a train. Had anyone
else been there with him, he would have continued holding everything in, but
Harold was different. As many times as
they’d been at odds, as many times as Harold had given the impression of
disliking Sands, he was the closet thing to a father Sands had – and Haroknewknew it. Insults came from both ends,
but were never really meant. Fights
occurred, but never held. He’d been through
rough times with Sands, but nothing that compared to the recent events in his
life. It didn’t shock Harold in the
least when Sands leaned his head on his shoulder and began to sob
violently. Sands would never admit to
it later, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t
need to be his usual ‘hard-ass’ self then – his secret would be safe.
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