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The apartment was empty when they arrived. After thoroughly checking the rooms, Sands began to panic. He had known that leaving Fernando alone and vulnerable had been a stupid idea.
Meyers was uncertain as to what to do. He walked into the living room and found Sands standing completely still. His cane was on the ground and he was making an odd chocking noise in the back of his throat. Meyers approached his friend slowly, being sure to make a lot of noise as he did so. "Shel?"

Sands didn't move. He didn't even seem to notice that anyone had spoken to him.

"Jeff?" Meyers snapped his fingers in front of Sands' face, momentarily forgetting that Sands didn't have any eyes to see his fingers with. Meyers jumped back when Sands collapsed on the floor. Meyers thought that this behaviour was odd, Sands had always had a pretty good grip on things, but this meltdown was not unexpected. The last few months had been an emotional roller coaster. As it was, he was sitting on the floor, rocking and mumbling to himself.

"Sands." Meyers touched his shoulder.

"God no, please. NO!" Sands was screaming. He tore off his sunglasses and threw them across the room. He covered his sockets with his hands, his fingers stiffening into claws.

Meyers grabbed his hands and pulled them away from his face. He knew that the skin was still sensitive and he was afraid that Sheldon was going to try to injure himself. He needed to bring Sheldon back around, he was just unsure on how to do that. He pulled Sands so close that was Sands was practically sitting in his lap. "It's okay, Shel. You're okay."

Sheldon turned in the other man's arms so that his head was resting on the other's chest. For the first time he felt safe. Sands shook his head. "I'm not okay. I'll never be okay again."

Meyers smoothed down his hair. "What's wrong?"

Sands inhaled shakily. "Being part of the CIA is the only thing I've ever done. I didn't bother with personal relationships. My father's dead and my mother probably thinks that I'm dead."

Meyers felt bad for him. The Company had thrown him out on his ass, without really caring what happened to him. He wrapped his arms around his friend, who was shaking and breathing erratically. Meyers could only guess that he was crying. He was caught off guard when Sands started laughing. He wasn't that surprised; Sands' moods were always unpredictable.

"It's so typical. The Company uses you until you are no longer useful. When you have nothing left to offer, they dismiss you as a mistake or they say that you're unstable. It's really pathetic if you think about it."

Meyers held him tightly and rubbed his back. He wished that he could give him is confidence back. He wanted to give him his life back. He wished he could take all the fear and uncertainty out of his voice. He was completely unsure of how to do that. He placed a hand under Sheldon's chin, forcing him to 'look' at him.

Sheldon tried to put his head down but Meyers prevented him from doing that. He bit his lip and was really wishing that he hadn't thrown his sunglasses. He hated feeling exposed and helpless.
Meyers stared into the dark holes and tried to remember the exact shade that his eyes had been. Sands started to tremble, Meyers was staring at him for too long. He could just imagine the look of disgust that would be on his face.

Meyers guessed what Sands was thinking. He removed his hand from his chin and traced the outline of his sockets. "You're beautiful. Even without your chocolate brown eyes." Meyers kissed his forehead, his nose and finally his lips.

Sands moaned and melted against him.

Meyers smiled at how responsive Sheldon was. "How long has it been since someone has touched you?"

Sands smirked and slightly blushed. "Too long." He may have seemed relaxed, but there were a hundred different scenes playing out in his head and none of them were good. They were all bad, most of which ended with one of them dead. And yes, all of those gruesome scenarios materialized because of a few kisses.

Meyers noticed that Sands seemed tense. He wasn't sure what was wrong but he knew that he needed to make Sands see that everything was all right. "What's the matter, Shel?"
Sands shook his head. "Don't touch me. Please just leave me alone." Sands tried backing away but Meyers stopped him.

"Not until you talk to me."

Sheldon snickered. He would have felt like an asshole if he could have been able to see Meyers' face. "I forgot that it's be kind to the mutilated week."

Meyers wasn't falling for Sands' act. "When are you going to quit falling back on that?"

Sands rubbed his index and middle finger between his 'eyes.' "When I get my eyes back."

"Let's assume that isn't going to happen. When are you going to realize that I love you and had started falling for you since the first time we met? I would use any excuse I could think of as to why we should be put on assignments together and what not. These past couple of months have been great. Not because we had to unravel the great mystery of who wanted you dead but because I got to spend time with you and I didn't have to make up an excuse."

Jack held his breath. He had bared his soul; everything that he had been afraid to say and had held back was out in the open. Now he was waiting for the rejection that was sure to follow. What he hadn't expected was for Sands to lean forward and kiss him on the mouth but one thing he had learned was that when opportunity presented itself, you seized it.

So, when Sheldon opened his mouth, Jack sought out his tongue. He was surprised when sands' tongue started wrestling with his own. Obviously, the intrusion was not unwanted. This was proven by the moan that Sands gave just before they broke for air. Meyers waited in silence. He was waiting for some sort of reaction out of the man, anything. He was unprepared for what he got, Sands started sobbing. There was no mistaking it, he wasn't out-right wailing but he was sobbing, it was heart breaking.

And if the situation couldn't get any worse, it did. At that point, the font door opened and Fernando walked in.