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Meyers lay beside Sands, watching the other man sleep. He was beautiful. After they had had sex, he had placed the sunglasses back on his face. Meyers hadn't asked he figured that it was a safety issue. After all, it must be difficult to fall asleep without being able to close your eyes. Although he was guessing it would be worse if Sands actually had eyes to close.

He made sure that Sands was completely covered, he kissed his forehead and got out of bed. He found his pants and shirt and put them on. He glanced at the sleeping man, smiled and then left.
When he got downstairs, Fernando was sitting at the table eating Lasagna and doing his homework. Fernando looked up when Meyers entered the room. "Where's Senor Sands?"

"Sleeping."

The boy nodded. "He okay?"

"He will be."

Fernando nodded once again. He and Sands had already discussed what they were going to do. As Sheldon saw it, there was no place for him in the CIA, when he had talked to Chuck Bradney about staying, the only thing that he'd be good for would be sitting in a room, listening to previously recorded interrogations, interviews and confessions and creating typed transcripts for them. He told Bradney exactly what he could do with that job.

After that conversation, he had gone home and had a talk with Fernando. He wanted the child's input. After all, he had moved him from Mexico and he didn't want to go moving back if Fernando didn't want to. It was the night of that discussion that the notion hit him and he wasn't sure how he felt about it.

As long as he could remember, Sheldon had only cared about the well-being of one person—himself. Now, and ever since his 'accident' he found that he wasn't as independent as he used to be. There were certain things that he relied on other people for and that meant trusting that they would not backstab him. And somewhere in between all of that, his forced trust had become genuine. It was then that he realized not only did he need this kid, but also he had gotten used to having him around.

Fernando was a smart child. He had figured out, right from the beginning that Sands needed him. He could usually tell when Sands needed something before the man told him. When Sands mentioned going back to Mexico, Fernando had said that he didn't care. He didn't concern himself with what Sands might have done to get himself in his predicament. He didn't care about anything that he had done in the past. All he cared about was that Sands needed him now. Sands had been one of the only adults in his life to care enough about him to take care of him. He'd go anywhere that Sands did as long as he still wanted him.

While Meyers and Fernando were downstairs talking Sands slept. His dreams seemed to reflect the inner turmoil he was facing. They were a strange mixture of sounds and sensations. He woke up breathing heavy and shaking. After getting dressed, he found his stick and went downstairs.
He wasn't loud when he came down the stairs; he knew that if something were wrong, being silent would be crucial. He stood near the landing and let his brain sort out all the sounds he heard. It only took him a few seconds to realize that everything was fine. Once he entered the room completely Fernando pushed back his chair and walked over to him.

Meyers was surprised. Sands stood still, with his hands at his sides and waited. Fernando grabbed Sands' hand and led him to an empty chair. Meyers waited until Sands seemed settled before he started talking. "So now what?"

Sands 'looked' at him. "That's a redundant question, isn't it?"

"Is it?" Meyers could guess what Sands was getting at.

"Yes it is. Fernando and I are going back to Mexico. I don't care what you do."

Meyers tried to keep his face emotionless. He didn't want Fernando to see anything that might raise questions. Sands seemed to be able to sense that there was something wrong. "Fernando, leave." Meyers was going to say something but Fernando shook his head. It was clear that the kid was well aware and used to Sands' moods.

Once Sands heard the boy's bedroom door close he turned so that he was facing Meyers. "I am well aware of what you're doing. I'm not sure I like it."

Meyers sighed. "Look Jeff; I love you. I want to be with you. Why can't you accept that?"
Sands put his head into his hands. There were some things that he didn't want to explain; his insecurities were one of them. "Nothing good ever lasts, something will happen. I know this. My career with the CIA may be over but yours isn't."

Meyers laughed. "Out of all the excuses you could have used, that's the one you choose. Jesus Christ."

Sands smiled back. He had known right from the beginning that he wasn't going to win that argument. "Alright I'm moving back to Mexico. Things have settled down enough over there, with all of the members of the Cartel either dead or in jail, nothing will happen. I'm not going to ask you to abandon your career and come with me," Sands gently caressed the side of Meyers' face, "but if you decided to, I wouldn't stop you."

Meyers smiled. He knew that this was the closest he was ever going to get to Sands saying that he wanted him with him. Meyers' kissed the tips of Sands' fingers as they brushed against his mouth. They both knew without saying it that he'd be moving too.