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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
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"Couch, chair or bed?" her asked as he walked into
the house with Aida in his arms. She still didn't really like being carried
like this, but Sands hadn't given her a choice. Not that she seemed up to
arguing with him.
"Bed. I'm exhausted." It annoyed Aida that all she was managing to
do was keep her head upright on her neck as she propped her temple against his
shoulder. However, it was all she had
the energy to do, so she did it stubbornly.
"Bed it is
then," Sands said with a crooked smile as he carried her up the stairs.
Their household was becoming a very quiet and slightly lonely place now that
the two women spent much of their days sleeping. He remained silent as he
walked until laying her down gently on top of the covers and pulling them out
from under her before tucking her in. "Do you want me to stay?"
"Please." Her hands lightly tugged at his shirt. "I'm scared. I hate being sick."
"Why are you
scared? There's no reason to&quo" he said with a frown as he let himself
be pulled down onto the bed. He laid down beside her, propping his head up on
an elbow to look at her.
"I'm so
weak..."
"Stop that
right now. You are not weak. Not now, not ever. Yre sre strong, vibrant and
beautiful every moment of the day."
"I can't even
stand up without help," she said in a slow, stark voice.
"There are
more than one kind of weakness, spitfire. You're not any of them. I don't want
to hear that word out of your mouth again, savvy? Even if you could barely
blink your eyes you would never be weak. You would be fighting for that blink,
wouldn't you? You're strong. In more ways than one. You're stronger than
me."
"You fight
every day of your life," she whispered.
"If anyone is the fighter, it's you."
"I'm not a
fighter. I'm stubborn. There's a difference."
"Stubborness
isn't always enough and we both know it."
"Fine. I
fight. But that doesn't mean that you don't."
Rather than wasting
time and energy on arguing, Aida sighed...and immediately thought of a topic of
conversation that Sands would hate, but one that had to be dealt with
eventually. For now she put it off, but
she made a mental note to ask him about it later.
"Do you still
want to talk or do you want me to let you sleep?" he asked softly.
"You haven't
said anything about Sheldon appearing yet," she murmured.
"I was going
to ask, but I didn't know if you'd rather sleep. What did you two do?" he
asked softly.
"He played
with your rabbit for awhile, and then we went outside, and then he wanted to go
for a walk and we were going to -"
"-but you
realised that that would probably be a bad idea since I'm effectively the
pariah of the neighborhood," he finished with a frown.
"That
and...Sheldon's not exactly you even if you look alike. But then he found the brick, and everything
from there on is a little fuzzy."
He whispered a
curse. "I should have been there for you. Why didn't you tell Sheldon to
get me?"
"I didn't want
him to think I was upset with him."
Sands grunted in
frustration and fell on his back onto the bed, scrubbing a hand across his
face. "It doesn't matter if he thinks anything, Aida. He's not real. You
are. You matter more than anyone else."
"If he's not
real, then Jeffrey's not real, and Salida's not real, and I can do anything I
want without consequence," she muttered tiredly.
"No, you
can't," he argued.
"Then he's
just as real as everyone else."
Sands grunted at
that, feeling suddenly as weary as she surely must be feeling just by arguing
about thisuot;uot;I thought you were tired."
"I am."
"Then stop
arguing and get some sleep."
"You're only
saying that because you don't want to discuss this," she accused, her
voice growing hoarse from all the talking she was doing.
"Maybe so. It
doesn't change the fact that you need rest or that you're losing your voice
anyway."
"I'm tired of
you slamming door all all the things you don't want to talk about," she
muttered, picking at the blankets. He
was right about one thing - she was
tired.
"Fine,"
he muttered. "All doors are open. I'll talk about anything you want until
you've either fallen asleep or can't talk anymore. Jeffrey and Sheldon aren't
real. They never have been, nor never will be. But that doesn't mean that they
can't affect the world around them. They obviously can as you've seen.
Therefore, your actions could have consequences sometimes."
"If they can
affect the world around them, then they're real on some level."
"Not any of my
levels," he muttered.
"Fine. Not your levels." Why did it seem like he was in denial about
all this?
"Fine. I don't
care what anyone else says. They're voices inside my head. They don't have
bodies but mine. They don't speak except with my voice. They're not real."
"Fine."
"The doors are
still open. This is your nickel. What do you want to talk about? This is your
chance. Your pass, as it were."
"It's not like
you're cooperative even when you say you will be," she muttered under her
breath.
"Oh? Then how
would you have me be? I'm listening. I'm trying my best for you."
"I wouldn't
have you be anything other than completely honest with yourself."
"I'm being
honest," he said with a frown, turning his head on the pillow to look at
her.
No you're not. "Then you have nothing to worry
about."
"No, you don't
believe me, I can tell it in your voice. Why don't you think I'm being honest.
I was."
"I believe
you," she sighed, not wanting to get into this.
"No you don't.
Now you're just humoring me," he said with a frown.
"Please...I'm
tired, Sands."
"Alright. I'm
sorry. I shouldn't have started an argument with you. Get some rest, spitfire."
He sighed and sat up on the bed so that he could take his shoes off and
everything out of his pockets, remaining silent asdid did so.
Part of her was
glad he didn't push her for more of her opinions, but another was weighed down
by the same opinion that she didn't want to voice; that she thought he was
purposely turning a blind eye to the reality of his predicament. However, she truly was tired, and that was a
conversation to have while both parties were fully aware.
"Help me with
my pillows please?" she asked softly, trying to raise herself off the bed
with her good arm while she tried to shift the numerous pillows that had
accumulated behind her so she could sleep, sit up, or recline more easily.
He turned back to
her and stuck his legs under the covers before reaching over to gently help her
sit up. "How do you want me to help?"
"I want to lie
down, but there's too many pillows. And
they're all lumpy."
"Alright."
He reached behind her and began pulling out pillows and tossing them to the
foot of the bed or off the sides until she was left with one. He then took that
single remaining pillow and fluffed it as best he could before placing it back
where she could rest her head on it. "Like that?"
Aida shook her head
and looked at him apologetically.
"I need one more."
He nodded and
grabbed his own pillow and placed it on top of hers after fluffing it like he
had the first. "Better?"
"Yes. Thank you."
"You're
welcome," he said with a small smile for smiling's sake. "Do you need
anything else?"
"No. I should just get some sleep. Can someone wake me for dinner?"
"Alright.
Someone will," he said as he laid down next to her, laying his head on the
bed because he didn't feel like going after one of the pillows he had tossed
away. "I love you, Aida."
"I know. And I love you too."
"Good. Get
some rest, spitfire. Feel better." Something suddenly occurred to him and
he sat up in bed. "Wait, you didn't want me to sleep up here earlier
because you didn't want me to get you sick. Should I go?"
"Just face the
other way. I don't want to be left
alone. Not while I know I'm alone."
Sands sighed. He
didn't want to face the other way. He wanted to hold her close and keep her
safe. But�her health came before his wants. "Ok. I'll stay here with
you." He laid back down and rolled over so that he was looking across the
room to the wall.
Aida snuggled close
to his back, briefly rubbing her nose against his spine. As closed her eyes she let out her breath in
a deep sigh, trying to relax enough for her mind to slow down.
Sands closed his
eyes upon feeling her move against his back and her hot breath through her
shirt. He tried to relax, but it wasn't easy. He could feel Sheldon moving
about in his head telling him to go downstairs and get Saturninus. That he had
dropped him and that he was ly aly and cold down there. Sands ignored him.
"You're
tense..." Aida murmured.
"It's nothing.
Sheldon's�never mind. I'm fine. Get some rest."
"Sheldon's
what?"
"Forget it. He's
fine. Sleep."
"Alright." Carefully, Aida draped her arm over Sands'
lower chest, her hand reaching for one of his.
He took it after a
moment's hesitation not because he was reluctant to hold her hand but because
his thoughts had been elsewhere and he hadn't noticed. He brought it to his
lips and kissed her knuckles gently before letting it fall back to where it
would be comfortable for her to hold it.
"I love
you," she murmured again.
"I love you
too. Sleep."
&;Yes;Yes,
sir," she muttered.
"Don't 'yes, sir,' me, just do it,"
he said with a sigh. "Or don't.
"Yes,
sir." This time, there was a hint
of a smile on her lips.
"Don't call me
sir," he murmured.
"Yes,
sir."
"Just don't,
Aida. I don't like it." He was quietly serious.
"Yes...ma'am."
"Not
funny."
"You're not
funny."
"No, I'm
not."
Aida sighed. "Fine."
"You're the
one who said she was tired. Don't look at me as if I sent you to bed without
supper."
"You don't
know how I'm looking at you?" she smiled, her eyes closed.
"I can guess
well enough."
"My eyes are
closed."
"As they
should be. You're supposed to be sleeping, remember?"
"You're the
one who keeps talking back."
"You're the
one who keeps talking in the first place," he countered.
"See...? There
you did it again."
"I did
not." He frowas has he realized he had just proven her own point. Fine. He
could play the silent act as well as she could
"And
again." Once more Aida smiled
against his back.
He just grunted and
reached down to pull the sheet up over himself. Not that he was cold, but that
being extra warm was nicer.
"I think
grunts count."
"No they
don't." He sighed. "Ok fine. No more talking from me. Sleep. Love
you."
"Love
you."
He kissed her
fingertips but didn't say a word and closed his own eyes.
"Sands?"
"Whatot;so irritable."
"Don't worry
about it. It's fucking forgotten. I'm sorry I walked out on you," he said
softly. "I shouldn't have. It won't happen again."
"I didn't
mind. But then again, I was being an
ass."
"No, you
weren't. You were upset. That's a far cry from being an ass, vixen."
She didn't argue
since she doubted that he would change her mind. What she said instead was, "You're so
loyal."
"Why do you
say that?" he asked curiously.
"Because you
won't even let me bad talk myself."
He frowned at that,
not understanding. "But it wasn't your fault."
"It's not your
either, so why should you suffer?"
"I'm not
suffering."
Salida laughed
dryly. "Is that something you could
promise me without lying?"
He shrugged.
"I don't think I'm suffering, so yeah."
"I doubt you
were thinking that an hour ago."
"An hour ago I
was to pissed off to be suffering," he said with a shrug.
"But you do suffer."
He just shrugged.
"Not because of you," he assured.
"Right."
He frowned.
"Why do you think you make me suffer? You don't."
"I make you
miserable at times. I still remember everything
we said earlier."
"You don't
make me miserable. You�make me think over things sometimes, but not
miserable," he stubbornly insisted.
"Well...I feel
like I make you miserable."
"Why do you
feel like that? You don't," he insisted.
"Because I can
see your face after some of the things I say.
Personally, I think it looks like a kicked puppy."
"I do not look
like that."
"Yes, you
do."
"No I
don't," he said with a petulant frown.
"It's a little
bit more miserable than the one on your face now."
That only caused
his frown to deepen. "Fine. Whatever. I'm not miserable or whatever now so
don't worry about it."
All of a sudden,
Salida smiled. "You're treating me
like normal."
"I wasn't
before?" Jeffrey asked with a confused furrowing of his brow.
"Not
really. Not since the other day."
"How was I
treating you then?"
"Delicately. You didn't even argue with me."
"That hasn't
changed. I don't like arguing with you. And I like treating you as if you
should be cherished sometimes. I don't know, it's like I'm supposed to or
something. It's my job."
"But it's not
normal," she pouted. "I like
normal."
"How do you
know it's not normal?" he asked, smiling a little at her pout before
moving a little closer to her but still able to see her face if he angled his
head just so.
"Because...well...it
isn't." She now looked confused.
"Good enough
for me," he said after a moment of mild amusement. "I'll try my best,
vixen," he said, leaning down to kiss her cheek gently.
"But at
first...we didn't argue at first."
"That doesn't
mean anything, vixen. We're not arguing now, are we?" he held her even
closer, wanting to be near her.
"Noo..."
"Then what's
the problem? I don't see one."
"Well...I
guess there isn't one...except I'm hungry."
He gave a low
chuckle at that. "Did you leave anything intact in the kitchen?" he
asked lightly, trying his best to make light of the situation rather than
remind her of what had happened. He hoped she would take it the way he had
meant it.
"I don't
know..." She blushed.
"Don't worry
about it. Breaking things can be fun," he said with a smirk before
continuing on, "You have three options then. We can go out, I can go out
and get you something while you stay here, or we can order in."
"Order
in?"
"Alright. What
would you like?"
"Burger
King?"
"I don't think
they deliver, but I'll go get you some if that's really what you want."
"They don't deliver?"
"Not that I
know of, no. Burger King doesn't seem like the kind of place that delivers to
me, vixen. More of a drive up kind of place. They don't come to you, you go to
them." He frowned in thought. "You know, there aren't a whole lot of
restaurants that do deliver."
"Oh...we could
get food and go to a park," she suggested hopefully.
"Ok. We could
do that. In a minute," he said, not wanting to get up from holding her
quite yet. He also didn't know where he had left his shoes, and that could
constitute a problem.
"Alright. In a minute."
"I'm not
trying to starve you or anything. I just don't want to get up yet," he
said with a slow sigh, wrapping his arms around her tightly for a brief moment
before letting his grip go slack. "Alright, I guess we can go. I think I
left my shoes in the Porsche."
Salida didn't let
go of him.
"Or we can
stay for a little while longer. I'm for that idea too," he said with a
short laugh when he found he couldn't move. "This is better anyway."
He leaned his head against hers gently and closed his eyes, breathing in her
scent and letting her presence envelop him.
"You can't
hold me while you drive," she murmured.
"I could try
really hard," he responded in turn. "I'm stubborn. I could make it
work."
"You wouldn't
be able to see," she pointed out, "and your legs would fall
asleep."
He sighed.
"Maybe we should just stay here for a little while then because I don't
want to let go just yet."
"No...no
letting go." She wasn't about to
fall asleep, but she was very content with where she was.
"I wouldn't
dream of it, vixen," he said softly, raising his head a little so that he
could kiss her forehead gently, but still not opening his eyes yet.
"I like it
when you kiss my forehead."
"Why? Not that
I don't like it too, that's why I do it, I was just curious." He kissed it
gently again, letting his lips linger on her skin for a brief second before
pressing his head against hers again.
"It makes me
feel safe. It's soothing. Reassuring."
"Good. That's
how I want it to make you feel," he said with a small smile, opening his
eyes slowly to look at her. "I love you, Salida," he said softly.
"I love
you."
"You're making
it difficult for me to want to leave, you know," he said with a soft laugh
and a sigh.
"Ohhh...but
I'm hungry."
Jeffrey sighed.
t;Tht;Then let's go."
"But I don't
want to get up."
"I don't want
you to either, but to get food you have to."
She sighed. "Alright."
"We can go
whenever you want. If you want to stay here awhile I will more than agree to
that. If you want to get food, then we'll go."
"I want a
picnic."
"Then you
shall have a picnic. But that means you have to let me go so that I can get up
and go get your picnic."
"I wanna
come."
"I wasn't
going to leave you here, vixen. Not coming was not an option."

"Okay." She still made no effort to move.
"Vixen, if you
don't move then you don't get your picnic and you stay hungry," he
reminded her gently.
"Can we bring
a blanket so we can lay in the grass?"
"If you
like."
"And then I
won't have to move?"
"No. You can
stay laying with me until the stars come out and the night passes if that's
what you want."
"Wait...you
left a note...earlier."
We just need to take it one day at a
time."
"Whatever it
takes, wife mine," he vowed softly.
"See? How can we fail if we keep that
attitude?"
"We
won't," he answered her.
"I -"
Sands blinked up at
the blue sky that was definitely not his bedroom ceiling and frowned before
interrupting whatever it was that Salida had been about to say. "You're going
to have to wait, sunrise because I need to go check on spitfire," he said,
managing to sound this side of sorry without having to try too hard.
Jeffrey scowled and
cursed at Sands' inopportune timing.
"Aida is sick
so shut the fuck up, Jeffrey," Sands said through gritted teeth. "You
get your precious time with sunrise once I know she's ok."
"Jeffrey,
stop," Salida said quietly.
"You�d want him to do the same if it were me."
Jeffrey sighed, his
anger fading at her quiet insistence. "I'll be back as soon as I can.
Enjoy your sun," he said with a small smile as Sands moved away from her
and stood up on the grass.
"I'll be
here." Now that the blanket was
empty, Salida stretched out to her full length like a cat and happily closed
her eyes.
Jeffrey sighed a
little in longing to see her relax, but Sands was already walking away before
he could look at her any longer. Jeffrey frowned but didn't say anything to
him, only silently willing that he hurry the fuck up so that he could get back
to his wife.
Sands ignored him
for the time being, his entire focus centered on Aida. He entered the kitchen,
only half noticing the path of destruction Salida had leftd ded deciding that
he'd worry about it later. He stepped around broken glasses and dishes
carefully however, not wanting to step on something sharp since he wasn't
wearing any shoes. Once he had traversed the likely battlefield successfully,
he climbed the stairs and made his way into his bedroom to check on Aida.
The room was hot,
almost stifling without the AC on, and Aida had an unhappy look on her face. At
some point in time, she must have added another pillow to the two already
behind her. Now she was half-propped up,
but still sound asleep, heat and all.
Sands moved to turn
the AC on, but set it on low, not wanting her to get too cold. He then walked
over to the side of the bed and kissed her gently on the forehead as to not
wake her up. He then just stood at the side of the bed and watched her for
awhile, ignoring Jeffrey's impatient pacing in the back of his head. He would
not be rushed in spending time with his wife anymore than Jeffrey would.
Aida shifted
restlessly as if she sensed he was near, and the slight frown on her face
deepened, but she didn't wake up.
When it was clear
that she wasn't going to wake up, Sands sighed a little, kissed her again, and
left the bedroom as silently as he had entered it so that Jeffrey might have a
chance to spend time with sunrise for awhile since he couldn't really spend
time with spitfire. He just hoped that little bit of sympathy would go a long
way. He wanted to check again on her later.
"You'll get
your chance,t; Jt; Jeffrey spoke up as they descended the stairs. "Kitty's
sick and I guess I can understand the extenuating circumstances," he said
with a quick shrug. "You can check on her later. Now, go away. Let me be
with my wife."
Sands snorted at
Jeffrey's impatience but left as he had wanted. He would be back to check on
Aida soon.

When Aida woke up, it felt as if her throat was on fire and
her wrist hurt like hell. Not only that,
but she was cold, and Sands was nowhere to be seen.
Since she'd never
been one to sit around and wait for others to help her, Aida managed to get out
of bed. Slipping on a pair of slippers,
she wobbled her way downstairs. The
sight that met her was enough to make her sit down in shock - the living room
had been destroyed, and she could see more mess spilling from the kitchen.
My flowers...the vases Sands got me... Crystal and dying blossoms were mixed
indiscriminately. Aida began to pick up
the pieces of the nearest one, only gathering a few before tears started
slipping down her cheeks. "I'll check.
I'll be right back." He was more careful this time, but somehow managed to
step on a piece of broken glass anyway. He didn't know if it had broken the
skin or not, but it stung enough that he cursed loudly. He returned a few
minutes later with a slight limp and a pair of different cans of pop in his hands.
"Take your pick."
Aida took the can
of 7-Up. "Thank you." *hic*
"You're
welcome," he said with a frown at her continued hiccups before shifting
his weight off of his injured food. "Is their anything else I can get
you?"
Aida shook her head,
then handed over the can. She couldn't
open it.
He opened it for
her and handed it back before taking a seat on the couch next to her and
inspecting the bottom of his foot. More
of my blood spilt today. Lovely.
"What did you
say?" Aida asked weakly.
"I didn't say
anything," he said, putting down his foot.
"Yes, you
did. Did you hurt yourself?"
"I stepped on
a piece of broken glass in the kitchen. It's nothing. It doesn't even
hurt."
"If you'll get
stuff to clean it with, I'll clean it.
Or you could carry me into the bathroom and I could take care of it
there."
"I'll go get
what I need. You just sit there and enjoy your pop," he said with a smile,
kissing her cheek in passing and moving into the bathroom to get what he
needed, still limping slightly. Fuck, he lied. It hurt like a son of a bitch.
He returned a moment later and sat on the couch next to her, his arms laden
with medical supplies.
Aida took the
handiwipes from him first, pulling his leg up into her lap before she gently
wiped the cut, keeping a sharp eye for glass while she was at it. When she'd cleaned most of the blood away,
she could tell that there was no glass left in the cut. That concern eased, she took a roll of gauze
and wrapped it around his foot several times before taping it securely in
place.
"There,"
she whispered, freeing him.
"Do I get a
lollipop or something now?" he asked with a bemused grin as he looked down
at his now cleaned and wrapped foot.
"Sorry. Fresh out."
"Aw, too bad.
Because I really wanted something sweet in my mouth," he teased gently. He
would have kissed her then to finish up the innuendo, but he figured she
probably was neither up to it nor in the mood right now.
Wordlessly, Aida
started to hand him her drink, then thought better of it and pulled it back
towards her.
"Do you know
what happened?" she asked as an alternative.
"No idea. But
I figure that it wasn't Jeffrey who did it. I'd probably have a few more cuts
if it was."
"Good thing
none of the flatware was expensive," she sighed, closing her eyes and
leaning her head back on the couch.
"Yeah,"
he said absently, turning towards her and leaning the side of his head against
the couch as she was. "Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked
softly.
"I'm
bored. But the house is a mess and
that's going to drive me crazy. What if
one of the cats hurts itself on all this glass?"
"I'll clean it
up and the cats are smarter than that, spitfire."
"Not if they
were playing and just happened to race through the room, never realizing the
risk they were putting their little paws .&qu." She quieted when Sands put his hand over her
mouth.
"I said I'd
clean it up, Aida. You're obsessing over something that you don't even need to
worry about. Are you going to stop worrying about it or am I going to have to
keep my hand here a little while longer?" he moved his hand away so she
could answer, but prepared to move it back again depending on her answer.
"But they
could have -"
He cut her off by
putting his hand back. "Could have doesn't exist anymore because it didn't
happen and even if had, you couldn't have prevented it. You need to stop
worrying about this. Everything will be alright."
Aida sighed and
rubbed her eyes. "Fine. But if one of them got hurt, you're taking
them to the vet if they need it."
"Alright,"
he said, letting his hand fall back to his lap.
The antibiotics
made Aida sleepy, and as she sat there on the couch with her eyes closed, she
started to drift off.
"Would you
rather be in bed?" he asked softly, trying to make his voice as
noninvasive as he could while he watched her start to fall asleep.
She shook her
head. "Wanna stay with you."
"Then you
will," Sands said with a gentle smile that she could see and moving in closer
to her so that his forehead nearly touched her cheek.
"I hate being
on so many meds," she complained between several yawns. "All the ones for the pain in the ass,
and now this one. And none of them do
anything for my arm."
"I'm sorry. I
could get you some ice if you want. I wish I could do more," he said with
a frown.
"No. No ice.
I'm already cold."
"Do you want
me to get you a blanket?"
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