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Subject: {ASSM} Hired By Fate (M/F, No Sex, Slow)
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Story Codes: M/F, No Sex, Slow

Copyright 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. This is fiction.

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Hired By Fate
by rache


-Tuesday, 7:40pm, Ramada Lounge-

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes, very sure."

"It's crazy stuff...real permanent, you know?"

"Can you do it or not?"

"Yeah, I can do it. I just don't know if I want to. Something ain't
right with this."

"Look if it's the money..."

"No it's not your green. Okay, I got some business to take care of
upstate. You think about it, when I get...No, don't interupt, I'm doin
you a favor here...When I get back you tell me it's a go and it's
done. You change your mind, we forget all about it. Three days, you
think about it."

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-Friday, 10:20am, telephone-

"Sid? Yeah it's Johnny...listen I need a tire changed. Yeah,
right...Okay, bring your tools. What? No, piece of cake...C'mon Sid,
ya turn a few wrenches, yeah it's easy dope...Right."

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-Friday, 5:30pm, Al's Big Boy Diner-

"Okay here's the deal. Three grand..."

"Up front."

"What? Sid, where'd that come from?"

"Attica. I did a wooden nickel and I didn't drop a dime. Up front."

"I got two, what'r we arguing here?"

"I want three up front, ain't no arguin' Johnny."

"It's a pop-pop job, c'mon, here's two, take it...Shit. Happy?"

"Well. It ain't three."

"Don't worry about it. Get the other one at Denny's after. I'll buy ya
a freakin' burger."

"Two burgers."

"Shut the fuck up!....Right. Here's the deal she's stayin at the 8
Days, upstairs room 226. She got some jewelry, credit cards, little
cash. Nobody cares what's missin got it?"

"Boyfriend?"

"What?"

"Bitch is in a motel, somebody's buyin the tire."

"She ain't hooked."

"So....What? Somebody pick her name out of a freakin' hat?"

"Why you askin? You know better Sid, c'mon. She's alone, she's gonna
be alone. If she ain't alone you got the wrong room cause it ain't
worth changin a whole set, right?"

"I'm just sayin..."

"Yeah I know what your sayin."

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Sid drove through the parking lot of the 8 Days Motel slowly, looking
at the different vehicles parked. They were all dark, all empty. There
was a Chevy panel van nearby. He didn't really like the way it looked,
but it had out of state tags and that made it okay. He parked near the
open stairs at the far end, away from the brightly lit lobby. He
hadn't seen anyone else in there though. The clerk was probably in the
back, watching tv and drinking coffee, he figured.

He was happy with the location. The motel was on the interstate, a few
miles east of Indianapolis. Mostly folks going from somewhere to
nowhere and back again, a society in transition. Nobody ever saw or
heard anything in places like this. The people who just might, would
be checking out early and 300 miles away before lunch. A couple days,
a week maybe before the locals here got the locals there to track
those people down. They wouldn't remember anything but the monotony of
the road and the kids fighting in the back seat.

Sid wasn't overly large, not especially menacing. Short black hair,
weak chin, watery brown eyes and a thin mouth. Being average, being
forgettable had helped him out more than a few times. He'd been caught
driving a stolen car, with an unregistered piece under the seat, just
outside in Buffalo. Five years got reduced by good behavior and
overcrowding to 17 months. He'd violated parole 3 days after he got
out, taking a job with Johnny in Cleveland. One of the boys again, but
it paid the rent. Better than that shit job Corrections had set him up
with.

This wasn't his first whack job, not the first woman either. Lotta
guys didn't do women, something about it didn't sit right, even for
the hardest guys. Like it would bring bad luck or something. Sid
didn't know about that, most people tended to make their own luck, he
figured. Like the woman upstairs, whatever she'd done was going to
bring a lot of bad luck as soon as he finished his smoke. Three grand
was a lot for a job like this, whacking a nobody civilian. He wondered
if she was a witness or something and that gave him pause. He looked
at the van again, wondering if there might not be a deputy marshall or
two in there. Maybe a couple more next door, maybe even one in the
room with her. A female, like they were sisters, just waiting for him.

Johnny had sworn she'd be alone though. Sid wasn't a rat, but if he
got fucked on this one, he thought, those feds might as well give him
a new name instead of handcuffs, because some people would be going
down. He pulled on a pair of black leather gloves, pulled a black
baseball cap down low and felt his little .32 semi-automatic in the
big pocket of his jacket. There would be a camera on the parking lot,
he knew, not a good one, but it would be there. He took a deep breath,
opening the car door quickly and walking towards the stairs, keeping
his head down but his eyes on the lobby, relieved that there wasn't
anyone to see.

Sid paused outside the door, listening carefully and hearing nothing
but the weak sound of the television. The curtains were pulled, but
small flashes of light escaped, reflected off the walls. He removed
his gun carefully, knowing all too well the tendency of such things to
catch on  pockets and such. That's why he never carried it in his
pants, not after what had happened to Baltimore Joe. They called him
Dickless Joe now and he was ripe little queen in Attica, real popular.
Sid shut those thoughts out, with a frown. Weird how the mind filled
with stupid crap at times like that. He fitted the large silencer to
the pistol with a half-twist and...

...rap-rap-rap... 

The sound was barely audible above the television, which really wasn't
that loud either. Nancy looked at the door for a moment, holding her
breath. It was a few minutes after midnight and she'd been waiting for
it, but maybe not *really* expecting it. She stood up slowly,
smoothing her night shirt, a lacy black thing her ex-husband had given
her once, a long time ago. A lifetime ago really. Nancy walked to the
door barefoot, feeling her heart beating faster, willing herself to
breathe. She didn't know what to expect and that was the real fear.

As soon as Nancy unlocked the door, moving the funny shaped metal
piece back, out of the way and turning the knob, Sid pushed hard,
knocking the smaller woman backwards, so that she fell heavily onto
the floor. He stepped in closing the door behind him and bringing up
his gun. She was barely five feet away, sprawled on the carpet,
illuminated by the television to her left. "Don't move. Don't scream."
Sid told her quietly. He was supposed to just do her, right then,
without any talk, any hesitation. His finger had even tightened on the
trigger, another small pull and it would be over. But...

"Sidney?" Nancy stared at the man, recognizing him easily, even after
nearly ten years.

"Nancy?" Sid stared at the woman and swallowed hard. He lowered his
gun slowly, easing tension off the trigger and just holding it
uselessly at his side. "What...what are you doing here?"

"I-I'm waiting...Sid, oh God! It is you!" She stood up, smiling
tenderly and felt a growing wetness in her eyes she'd never have
expected. She ran up to him, throwing her arms around his neck and
kissing his cheek.

Sid couldn't help but put his own arms around her, hugging her tightly
and burying his nose in her long black silky hair. "Oh Jesus,
Nancy...Nancy..." It was all either of them said for several long
minutes.

They were sitting together, on the bed, talking a short time later.

"Where have you been? You never called, you never wrote! Mom was
worried sick about you!" Nancy berated the man, frowning and shaking
her head. "We were both worried!"

"I know." Sid sighed. "How...how is mom?" He looked at his sister from
the corner of his eye, afraid to face the truth.

"She's dead." Nancy said softly. "Seven years ago. She...she had
breast cancer, it was...bad."

"Oh." Sid closed his eyes. His mom hadn't deserved that. Hadn't
deserved any of it. She'd spent her whole life trying to raise Sid and
Nancy alone, ever since their father had run off when Sid was just a
newborn and Nancy barely out of diapers.

"I tried to find you." Nancy shrugged. "I called some of your old
friends, you know. But nobody knew anything." She looked at her
brother, hitting him suddenly as tears burst from her soft brown eyes.
"Where have you been?"

"Hey...hey!" Sid grabbed her clumsily, wrapping Nancy up in a hug,
shushing her as the girl pounded her fists weakly on his shoulders.
"Shhhh....I was all over, nowhere...anyplace I could get work." He had
no explanation, no excuses, he knew. Whatever he said would be
meaningless, useless.

After a while Nancy stopped crying and she wiped her eyes on the bed
sheet.

"So now you...you're a...hitman? You're a criminal?" Nancy looked at
the gun Sid had set down on top of the television.

He held up his hands. "I do what I have to. You don't know, Nance, you
don't know what it was like for me." Sid shook his head, staring at
her.

"So tell me then." She challenged him. "Make me understand why you
left us. Left me, Sid! Just like he did...you abandoned me!" Nancy was
going to start crying again and she fought it.

"I...I can't tell you. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry, Nancy...But look.
I'm not going anywhere ever again, alright? I'll stay with you now,
forever...the rest of our lives. I don't have anybody, no one..." He
felt his own eyes growing moist. "I've been so lonely, Nance. I missed
you so much!"

"The rest of our lives?" Nancy looked at him, suddenly remembering
what was going on, why they'd met after all these years in some
anonymous motel room. "You're supposed to kill me, Sid." She choked
slightly. "Aren't you?"

"Yeah, uh...I was supposed to." He grabbed his sister's shoulders,
squeezing them, turning her to face him. "But I won't, I can't. I
didn't know who was going to be here, Nancy. I didn't know! Believe
me! We have to leave...we can...we can go to California, I know some
guys there..."

"Sid...Sid!" Nancy stared at him, trying to get his attention. "Sid!
Listen to me! Don't you know why you're supposed to kill me?"

"What?" Sid leaned back slightly. "No, I don't know. I don't care, it
doesn't matter now. Just listen to me okay, it'll be okay. Whoever it
is, I don't care. We can hide. I have some money, not much but enough
and..."

"Oh Sid." Nancy closed her eyes, sighing. "It's me Sid." She opened
them again, looking into her brother's confused face. "It's me, I paid
for it! I want to die."

"Wha-what?" Sid let her go like she was burning hot.

"I want to die, Sid. I just...I just don't have the...guts...to do it
myself."

"No." Sid laughed. "No, that's crazy. Nobody orders a hit on
themselves. Come on, we have to go...get your stuff..."

"I'm serious!" It was Nancy's turn to grab her brother, taking him by
the arm. "Sid...I'm dying already. I'm..." Her voice dropped to a
whisper. "I'm dead already, please...listen to me..."

"No, no...You're not dead, I won't do it..."

"It's not you!" She shook her pretty head sadly. "I have cancer
Sidney."

He just stared at her then as the words slowly sank into his mind.

"Like mom, Sid. I'm dying and there's nothing anyone can do." She
pulled him closer, needing to be held but Sid pulled back.

"No, no...there's doctors and stuff, hospitals and...and..." He was
shaking his head in fierce denial.

"I've seen the doctors, been to the hospitals. It's breast cancer and
it's malignant, it's going to kill me. The same way it killed mom,
Sid."

"But..."

"I don't want to go like that, please. You didn't see her at the
end...she couldn't go 5 minutes without screaming in pain, Sid. They
kept her asleep, dreaming, but even like that....it hurt her, Sid. I
could see it in her eyes! I don't want it. I can't. Don't you
understand?"

"Nancy, oh Nance...No! Please, you can't do it...okay? They can
operate or something and...and...do the chemo thing and..."

"No, they found it too late, Sid. Too late for an operation.
They...they wanted to take my breasts, both of them, but..." Nancy's
voice quailed. "They said it was such a small chance, Sid. Just a tiny
one and I couldn't let them...I just want to die a woman, a complete
person, you know? Not in...pieces."

The room was quiet for a long time. Neither of them spoke, neither of
them slept. They just lay there on that small bed, holding each other.
 
"Did you ever get, uh...married?" Sid asked slowly. "Or anything?"

"Yeah." Nancy smiled at him. "I did. I have a son, he's almsot four,
named Martin."

"I'm an Uncle?" Sid smiled at that. "Really?"

"Yeah." Nancy nodded with a little laugh. "I have some pictures,
here..." She leaned over to grab her purse off the nightstand, digging
her wallet out and flipping through snapshots.

"He looks like you." Sid grinned. "He's cute." He tapped a photo of
his sister with a tall bonde haired man wearing a Texaco shirt. "That
the guy?"

"Uh-huh. Bill, he worked at the station just off 84th street, you
remember."

"Yeah." Sid frowned at the picture. "You still married?"

"No. We divorced last year." Nancy shrugged and then hastened to
explain as she saw the look on Sid's face. "I did it. I asked for it,
he...Bill wanted to stay, you know? Fight it with me." Sid nodded at
his sister's words without really understanding them. "I love him,
Sid. Martin too. But cancer doesn't just kill one person." She looked
at Sid, hugging him tightly. "It kills the whole family. I couldn't do
that to them."

Sid couldn't think much of a man who'd leave his wife if she was sick.
No matter what she said. But he'd left his mother and sister when they
were healthy, what did that say about him? Sid was very quiet for a
long while, staring at the ceiling and remembering. His sister Nancy
was quiet as well, looking at the dog-eared photo of a husband and son
she wanted to save.

"Will you do it?" Nancy finally asked, her lips close to Sid's ear.

"I don't want to." He replied, equally softly.

"Please?" She kissed his cheek. "Do this one thing for me and then
you're free, Sid."

"What do you mean?" He ran his hands along Nancy's back gently,
feeling her warmth through the lace.

"I forgive you, for everything. You don't need to run anymore. You
don't need to hurt or hide. It wasn't your fault."

"I left, Nance. I abandoned you, like you said. I can't do that
again."

"No, you can't do that, but you can give me what I need." She turned
his head gently in her hands, kissing him tenderly on the lips. "You
can save me." She smiled sadly. "Sid...I'm glad it's you."

"I love you, Nancy." He kissed her as well, pulling her close to his
body, drawing strength from the dying girl.

"I love you too, Sidney." She pushed him away. looking at him without
smiling, or frowning. "After I'm...afterwards...you have to live for
me."

Sid nodded, moving slowly off the bed.

"You have to live for both of us and do...do good. Like mom wanted,
okay?" She smiled hopefully, ignoring the tears running down her
cheeks. "Do good things for us, Sid. Promise me..."

"I know, Nancy. I promise." He whispered, picking up his gun. "It's
going to be okay now. Just...close your eyes..."

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the end
rache696@yahoo.com

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