Judas in Bolivia

Summary: Season 2: Episode 6 El Camino de la Muerte; Teresa, James, & Guero are put through the ringer for a chance to move El Santo's product. Teresa & James POV; For WimsicalElve

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Chapter 1: Choose (James POV)

We are in a concert holding cell. El Santo told Teresa the deal is as good as done, but only if she gives someone up to the knife. "He wants one of us to die to get his drugs." I state. I'm the first to put our predicament into words.

Teresa is silently pacing, but I know she is coming up with a plan to save us all. I don't see how that is possible, but she's good at finding the light in the dark cave.

"He's insane." I scoff as Guero paces past me.

"Maybe he's just trying to turn us against each other." Guero tries to reason.

Fucking rat! Of course, that's what he thinks. Just because he turned at the drop of a hat doesn't mean that everyone else is that fickle with their loyalty.

It be easiest to turn over Guero. My job would be done and we will have paid El Santo in blood; but Teresa obviously cares about him, so she won't go that route. She could choose me, I've offered my life for hers several times in the past. She wouldn't choose me, because she hasn't in the past. She'll come up with a plan to save us all. I refuse to think about this anymore. My choice is Guero.

"We need a weapon." I say looking at the cell we are in.

"If you attack these people, they will slaughter us." Guero yells at me.

"Oh, yeah? Then what the hell is your plan?" I'm look at the gate that serves as a door; investigating it for any signs of potential for weapons "We're in this prison because of you." I turn back to point at Guero. "Don't you forget that." Goddamn prick!

He's angry enough he switches to Spanish. "Look here, James." Then switches back to English as he explains his theory to me. "No, no, no. We're here 'cause Epifanio outsmarted you, and now you're desperate."

"Desperate enough to give you to El Santo." I vocalize my plan, because I'm done listening to this jackass!

"Hey, I will gladly trade my life for hers." Guero fires back. "How about you?"

He's talking about loyalty again, like he even understands what that word means. He acts like he cares about her, but he left her to fend for herself when the feds came to ship him away to a safe house. "You're an idiot." I say shaking my head at him. "He's not gonna let any of us live."

"Stop it." Teresa breaks her silence.

"Yeah, how do you know that?" Guero questions me.

"He's toying with us." I tell him. It's obvious.

"You're a coward." He spits back at me.

"I'm a coward?" How am I the coward? I have lied to Camila Vargas' face, I have offered my life to save Teresa, and this prick has the nerve to call me a coward.

"Yeah." Then switches to Spanish to finish his insult. "Did Camilla take your balls or what, asshole?"

"You're a rat. Trading other people's lives for your own. You're the Judas." I snap back to his insult.

"Yeah, who's the one trying to steal another man's woman?" He hisses in response to my declaration.

Oh, that's what this is about. He thinks that's the issue at hand. First, Teresa isn't his anymore. Nor since he left her for government protection. Second, he might be right. Sadly. Never thought I say that. I definitely have a thing for her, but I'm not trying to date her. She has gained my respect every time she has saved me and not needed to and she has a strong will to live. It helps that she is easy on the eyes. Living with Camila, I get to see her in more than shirts and jeans. And damn that body is fine! "You fucking child." I scoff at his insinuation. "This is business." This situation we are in has nothing to do with my crush on Teresa. "But I guess if you were a real man, she wouldn't have to beg to keep you alive." I continue my verbal assault.

That's the ticket! Guero's fist connects with my face. He approaches me with intent to do more damage, but I grab around his neck with my forearm and slam him again the metal bars of the cell

Teresa comes over and attempts to pull my arm from Guero's throat. "Stop it. Stop it. This is exactly what he wants. Stop it!" She yells and finally I let him go, tossing him away from us.

Metal clanking open grabs our attention. Several men in white with batons enter the cell, while Teresa's 'protection' child asks "Who, Teresa? Who do you give to the knife?"

Teresa walks toward the door, before making her decision. "Me."

Fuck! That's her plan! I take back what I said about her will to live. I figured she came up with a plan to save us all, but instead she saves the rat and me.

I stand in shock at her decision, but Guero attempts to follow her. "Hey, Teresa! Hey! Hey, take me. Hey! Take me! Hey! Teresa!" He shouts as the guards hold him back. Teresa is long gone.