5 New Drabbles for fanfic100

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Title: Doll-Face
Fandom: Once Upon a Time in Mexico
Characters: Agent Sheldon Jeffrey Sands
Prompt: #1, Beginnings
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG for mild violence
Summary: A typical day between Sands and his sisters.
Author’s Notes: Pre-OUaTiM. Part of a drabble set fleshing out Sands for my extended fic “Alpha.” Infinite thanks to evilmissbecky for agreeing to beta.



“I don’t want to!” Sheldon screamed, lashing out with his fists.

“Do it, Shelly! Just get into it!” Teresa ordered, while Christie and Charlotte attempted to hold him down.

“I’m not a girl!” he bawled, attempting to kick at his captors. Teresa laughed and pulled the dress over his head as he twisted and squirmed.

“Mom and Dad wish you were, and so do we—you weren’t supposed to be a boy,” Charlotte taunted.

“You even have a girl’s name,” Christie giggled.

Teresa screamed—blood dripped from her hand and Sheldon’s mouth. Only then did Mr. and Mrs. Sands arrive.





Title: Second Grade Blues
Fandom: Once Upon a Time in Mexico
Characters: Agent Sheldon Jeffrey Sands
Prompt: #88, School
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG for disturbing material.
Summary: Sands goes to school.
Author’s Notes: Pre-OUaTiM. Part of a drabble set fleshing out Sands for my extended fic “Alpha.” Infinite thanks to evilmissbecky for agreeing to beta.



Sheldon trudged to class, to Mrs. Johnson’s room. He sat down with the other second graders and resented them terribly. He knew something they didn’t—he knew that he was above them. He was better than them. Mrs. Johnson thought so, too. She’d said he was on the level of fifth graders, at least.

He pulled out his books and his crayons. He sneered at his classmates, feeling strangely empowered by the way they would avoid him. He wondered if they were afraid of him—he knew Harold was. At least, he’d better fear him. He’d make sure of it.





Title: Baseball
Fandom: Once Upon a Time in Mexico
Characters: Agent Sheldon Jeffrey Sands
Prompt: #27, Parents
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: Teresa crosses a line.
Author’s Notes: Pre-OUaTiM. Part of a drabble set fleshing out Sands for my extended fic “Alpha.” Infinite thanks to evilmissbecky for agreeing to beta.



He’d heard the crash and had run to find out what had happened. He’d seen Teresa run inside, had heard her calling to Mom and Dad. He’d looked, had seen the broken window, and had heard his sister.

“I told Shelly not to, but he threw it! He did it on purpose, too!”

The fact that he hated baseball had merely enforced the lie. Teresa had laughed at him afterwards, cackling and daring him to try and prove that she’d done it.

In the darkness of night, Sheldon swore revenge. Someday, he’d get back at her. He’d make her pay.





Title: Sibling Rivalry
Fandom: Once Upon a Time in Mexico
Characters: Agent Sheldon Jeffrey Sands
Prompt: #86, Choices
Word Count: 100
Rating: R for disturbing material.
Summary: Sands discovers what he is truly good at—and that he enjoys it.
Author’s Notes: Pre-OUaTiM. Part of a drabble set fleshing out Sands for my extended fic “Alpha.” Infinite thanks to evilmissbecky for agreeing to beta.



Annie was dead.

He knew what he had just done. He had known about life and death for several years now—he knew that killing was wrong and it was permanent.

And he had done it anyway.

He stared down at Annie, her still, lifeless body slowly going cold in the crib. He considered his own feelings on the matter. He certainly didn’t feel sorry—so what did he feel?

He felt powerful. He felt good. He’d just ended a life—and it had been so easy.

Sheldon smiled. He had only one regret—he could only kill her once.





Title: Run
Fandom: Once Upon a Time in Mexico
Characters: Agent Sheldon Jeffrey Sands
Prompt: #30, Death
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13 for disturbing material.
Summary: Sands indulges in his favorite hobby.
Author’s Notes: Pre-OUaTiM. Part of a drabble set fleshing out Sands for my extended fic “Alpha.” Infinite thanks to evilmissbecky for agreeing to beta.



Jeffrey watched, barely aware that he was panting as the beetle ran on air. He imagined the screams it would make as its legs paddled uselessly, its body skewered on the metal pin in the cardboard.

“Run, run towards death,” he whispered, smiling at his prey. How he loved watching them die—it reminded him of Annie. The beetle slowed—he poked it, and laughed when its legs resumed their skittering.

The door swung open. He looked up in alarm—it was Teresa. She stared in shock for a moment.

“Oh my God! Mom! Dad! Come see what Sheldon’s doing!”