Fearless: No. 2 - Sam (Fearless) (9 page)

"THAT'S HER! THAT BLOND GIRL!"

Gaia was rounding the corner of Bleecker Street less than sixty seconds later when she heard another commotion behind her. Gaia turned her head partway, and out of the corner of her eye she saw two policemen pointing after her. The big man in the suit had managed to sic the cops on her in
record time.

She didn't turn her head any farther or slow her steps. The cops hadn't really seen her face yet, and she meant to keep it that way.

It was wrong and bad to run away from cops, but Gaia was really tired now, and she hadn't done anything illegal, except maybe flip the balding guy, but he was strangling her, and he deserved it. Furthermore, she had given him ample warning.

She would just run away from them this one time, she promised herself. In the future she would be extra friendly and helpful to the police.

She was coming up on her favorite deli when she had a brainstorm. The hatch to the basement, a sprawling black hole in the sidewalk in front of the store, was open. She could disappear without having been seen, and the cops would probably
be happy to forget
about the whole thing. Were they really going to blame a high school kid for roughing up a guy three times her size? She practically dove into its darkness. She pulled the heavy metal doors shut behind her and clung to the top of the rickety conveyor belt used to stock the supply rooms. She heard footsteps banging along overhead. Hopefully they belonged to the cops.

Ugh. The place was pitch black and smelled awful. It was unfortunate to be winded and gasping for breath in a place where the air was thick with dust and rotting food. There were certainly rats down below, but she didn't want to think about that too much.

Gaia glanced at the glowing hands of her watch. Five minutes took several hours to pass. At last she opened one of the doors a crack and peered out.
Never had New York City air smelled so fresh.
No sign of any police.

She opened it another few inches. She was either home free or a very easy target. Still no sign. Time to make her move. She threw open the hatch door and climbed out. Once on the sidewalk, she spun around.

What she saw made her freeze. Her blood seemed to stop in her veins. Black blotches clouded her vision. She put her head down to prevent herself from fainting, and when she looked up again, he was gone.

It wasn't a cop. It wasn't CJ. Who knew where he'd gone? The man she'd thought she'd seen in that split second looked uncannily familiar. He looked, although she was sure she'd imagined it, like her father. It couldn't have been. She was low on oxygen, over-tired, overwrought. It couldn't have actually been him. But it
shocked her to her core
just the same.

On trembling legs she found her way home. She stopped at the bottom of the stoop, trying to regain her breath and her sense of balance. She prayed Ella wouldn't be home yet.

Deep, cleansing breaths. In, one, two, three. Out, one, two, three. She put her hands on her hips and bent her head low to keep the blood flowing into it. She wasn't going crazy. There could be people in the world who looked a little like her dad. Was that so impossible?

It was a crazy night. With all she'd been through, who could blame her for a minor hallucination?

"Say good-bye, bitch."

Gaia choked on her cleansing breath. Stupid, moron, shit head CJ was sticking his stupid gun in her face again.
How much more could she take in one night?
She was completely beyond reason. She was exhausted and mad and frustrated and totally freaked by the sight of that familiar man.

Without thinking, she shocked both herself and CJ by wrenching the gun right out of his hand and throwing it as hard as she could down Perry Street. She wanted him away from her. Now. That was it.

CJ ran after it.

"Can't you leave me
alone
for a couple of
hours
, you little
shit?
" she screamed after him.

Then she lumbered up the stairs to the front door, carrying with her the discomforting knowledge that in addition to losing her heart and her pride, she had also lost her mind.

The only thing she'd managed to keep was her virginity.

"THAT STUPID, STUPID GIRL!" HE paced the floor of the loft, pausing briefly to kick an ottoman out of his way. "Ella, did I not order you to kill that lowlife the same way you killed his friend? What is the problem here?"

Ella glared at the parquet floor. "I said I'm trying, sir."

"Clearly not very hard. You are a trained assassin, need I remind you, and he is a pathetic, imbecilic teenager. Do you honestly need backup?" He beckoned to his two omnipresent bodyguards, who stood at attention several yards away.

"No," Ella said firmly.

He glared irritably at Ella. Was she not
adequately frightened
of him anymore?

He methodically took a gun out of his drawer, walked over to her, and pressed the barrel to her fore-head. "Ella, you know I would as easily kill you as ask you this a third time?"

She didn't meet his gaze. "Yes, sir."

"I've taken some pains placing you with that doormat George Niven, so I'm forced to be patient with you. But know this, Ella. My patience is wearing."

No, she wasn't frightened enough. He fired the gun so that the bullet nearly grazed her nose and ruptured a windowpane with a blast of noise. Ella jumped back in shock. Her eyes were momentarily filled with fear.

There. That was better.

"Trust me, Ella, if something happens to that girl, I will kill you and everyone you have ever cared about. I need Gaia, and I need her alive."

He walked to the wall of windows, watching the dying sun set flame to New Jersey's sky in a lurid show of color.

Perhaps it was time to move forward. Perhaps it was time to bring Gaia in.

HOW LONG HAD HE BEEN SITTING
here? Tom wondered, looking up at the ceiling of the diner absently. Cracks riddled the surface of the plaster, buried under multiple coats of high-gloss light orange paint. The color was the same as the bun sandwiching the burger that sat on his plate, which he hadn't found the appetite to eat.

He truly hadn't expected to see Gaia. He hadn't prepared himself for it. Now
his fragile hold on life's priorities were shattered once more.

His baby. His child. His and Katia's. His throat ached at the memory of her face. He'd known she'd be grown-up now, much like a woman, but he didn't
know
. He hadn't been ready for it.

He'd always imagined she would grow up to be a beautiful woman, being Katia's daughter, but he was surprised by precisely how. She wasn't petite like her mother. She was tall and lanky, like him. Her hair had stayed that glorious pale yellow. He would have guessed it would fade and darken, as most child hair did, but hers hadn't. It had remained straight and soft looking. Her eyes were still
deep, challenging blue.
Some blue eyes looked pale and watery -- more an absence of color than a color itself. But Gaia's were rich with pigment, a dense, tumultuous, changeable blue.

He'd desperately wanted to go to her. To hold her for just a few minutes. To tell her he loved her and thought of her every hour of every day. He needed her to know that she would never be alone; she would never be unloved as long as he was alive.

And if he had, what would she have said to him? Would she have glared at him in anger? In hurt?
Could she ever forgive him for abandoning her?

Tom pulled his eyes back down from the ceiling, pinning them to the chipped Formica table on which his hands rested. What was the use of imagining it? He couldn't hold Gaia. He couldn't talk to her. To contact her would be selfish and put her in greater danger than she could ever know. His presence here at all was a terrible, senseless risk.

Five years ago he'd clung to Katia, and in doing so he'd as sure as killed her himself. He couldn't do that to Gaia. He'd already hurt her enough.

His desire rose to an unquenchable thirst as he burrowed his lips in her soft, buttery hair --

"GAIA, IS THAT YOU?" ED FARGO
stared at the pretty brunette in the wide-brimmed straw hat, sunglasses, and flowery dress standing in the doorway of his family's apartment.

"Yes. Duh," she replied somewhat impatiently.

Ed studied her for another moment in confusion. "Why are you wearing a wig?"

"What wig?" Gaia asked.

"Have you been a brunette all this time and I just didn't notice?" Ed asked, feigning innocent surprise.

Gaia rolled her eyes. "I'm not wearing a wig, smarty-pants. I colored my hair with washable dye," she explained reasonably.

"Oh. Aha. Okay, then."

Ed shut the door behind him and locked it, and he wheeled along next to her down the hallway to the elevator. Gaia, typically,
didn't offer any more information.

"Would you mind if I asked why?" Ed asked as the elevator arrived and Gaia pushed him in.

Gaia tapped her foot on the linoleum floor. "What happened to your promise not to ask questions?"

"I meant I wouldn't ask questions about big stuff," Ed said defensively. "Parents, past, unusual abilities. Not hair color. But fine. Don't tell me if you don't want."

Gaia sighed huffily. "Fine, I will tell you. But don't chicken out on me, okay?"

Ed put his head in his hand. "I have a feeling I'm not going to like the explanation very much."

"Okay?" Gaia pressed.

"Okay," Ed replied weakly.

The elevator arrived at the lobby, and the doors opened.

"Remember I told you CJ was out to get me?" Gaia asked, following him out of the elevator. "Well, he's still out to get me, and I'm sick of hiding out in my room. I wanted to go on this errand with you, but I don't want him to open fire again, particularly not at you. So that's why I look like this."

Ed swallowed. He let his wheelchair roll to a stop. "CJ is likely to open fire in the middle of the day?"

"Not if he doesn't recognize me," Gaia said breezily.

"But if he does?" Ed demanded.

"Yeah. Probably." Gaia took hold of the back of his chair and rolled him to the entrance of the building.

"Gaia! What do you think you're doing?"

"You said you wouldn't chicken out," Gaia reminded him,
rolling contentedly along.

"I didn't realize my
life
would be in danger," Ed complained.

"It won't be," Gaia assured him without sounding at all convincing.

"Gaia! Stop pushing me! I'm being hijacked here!"

Gaia stopped. She took a breath. "Sorry," she said, like she meant it. She turned him around. "You're right. I'll take you back."

"No. I'm not saying ... I'm just --" Ed sputtered. Why was Gaia so frustrating all the time? How did she always manage to
stay in control
of every situation? "Gaia, stop! Just stop."

Gaia stopped. She let go of the chair.

"Thank you," Ed said. He looked around the dull gray lobby with its drab fifties decor and hoped that no one he or his parents knew was within hearing distance of this conversation. "Now, don't roll me anymore."

"I'm sorry," Gaia said."I really am. I won't do it again."

He glared at her in silence.

"Do you want to come or not come? It's totally up to you," Gaia said solicitously. "I promise I won't
touch
your chair."

She actually looked sweet as she waited for his response.
Man, she made a fine brunette.
Errrg. He knocked his knuckles against the armrest. Of course he would go with her, even if he
was
going to get shot at. That was the really pitiful thing.

"All right, Gaia," he said after he'd made her wait long enough. He wheeled into the bright sunshine of First Avenue, and she followed. "But slow down, okay? You're making me nervous."

"I'll try. It's just that I've had a rough couple of days, what with not getting killed and all."

"Right," Ed said, wondering how he'd ended up with such a friend.

They walked across the avenue and took East Sixth Street past all the Indian restaurants toward Second Avenue. Ed could smell the curry.

"So where are we going?" Ed asked.

"To buy condoms," Gaia replied.

(Cough.) "To buy" -- Ed paused to clear his throat so his voice wouldn't come out squeaky -- "condoms?"

"You gotta be safe," Gaia pointed out.

Ed scratched his head behind his ear. "Yes. Yes, you do," he said slowly. "Can I ask who they're for?"

"Me," Gaia said.

"Um . . . Gaia?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't know if you ever got to the unit in health class where they covered this stuff, but . . . uh, condoms are usually intended to be worn by the --"

Gaia punched him on the shoulder playfully but still too hard. "I don't mean I'm going to
wear
one, dummy."

He waited for her to offer some corrected version of her plan, but of course she didn't.

"So you're buying them for a guy?" he tried out.

"Yes," she said.

"And that guy would be . . .?"

Gaia looked at him over her dark glasses. "Remember how I told you I wanted to have sex?"

"Yeah?" That was a
hard conversation to forget.

"Well, obviously I'm going to need some condoms," Gaia explained as if she were speaking to a person with a very low IQ.

"Obviously," Ed said. His heart was racing, and he was feeling a bit queasy. He was miserably uncomfortable both with the
remote hope
that Gaia intended to have sex with him and the idea that she was planning to have sex with somebody else.

"Can you tell me who the lucky guy is?" His choice of words made him think of the conversation he'd had with Heather the day before. Had Gaia really written something about him in her notebook? As hard as Ed was trying to sound light and carefree, he felt his life's happiness was hanging on her answer.

"Nope," Gaia said.

Ed felt oddly relieved. "Okay. Let me ask you this. Have you told this person you're planning to have sex with him?" He hated himself for fishing, but he couldn't help it.

Gaia suddenly looked ill at ease. "No, not exactly."

"So you're just going to pounce on him in the dead of night?"

Gaia looked offended. "No. I'm not," she replied stiffly.

"Then what?"

"When I'm ready, I'm going to just go to where he lives and . . . ask him," Gaia explained a little defensively.

"Just ask him."

"Right."

"I see."

"Does that sound so bad?" she asked. Were her eyes searching, or was he imagining it?

She stopped in front of a discount pharmacy on Third Avenue and gallantly held open the door while he passed.

"Kind of unorthodox, I guess, but not ...
bad,
exactly."

Gaia was already studying the selection hanging on the wall behind the counter. "So what do you think, Ed?" she asked him, squinting at the labels. "Lubricated? Ribbed? Ultrasensitive?"

Ed tried to breathe evenly. For a girl who'd been concerned about awkwardness a couple of days ago, she was really taking this in the teeth. "Jeez, I don't know," he said feebly. He scanned the back wall, which was jam packed with every brand of embarrassing merchandise -- birth control, tampons, pregnancy tests, laxatives, hemorrhoid medicine. What sick mind decided that all that stuff went behind the counter where you had to ask for it by name? "You pick."

She pointed out the package she wanted to the cashier man, who wore a sweater vest and a name tag that said, "Hi, my name is Omar." Omar, looking curious and somewhat amused, spent an extra-long time locating Gaia's choice. At last he slapped the bright red box on the counter, and Gaia paid up. Ed realized Omar was giving him approving, go-get-'em looks.

"Have fun," Omar said as they left the store.

Ed was certain his face was probably the shade of a ripe strawberry. He suddenly wished he weren't wearing a bright orange tie-dyed T-shirt.

"Do you think the guy is going to say no?" Gaia asked as they started back in the direction of his building.

"I'm not saying that."

"But you're thinking that," Gaia accused.

"No, it's just . . . I mean, look, Gaia, it's not your everyday thing to do to a guy."

Gaia nodded thoughtfully. "I realize that. I do. But I'm a little desperate here. I figure I can stay alive till tomorrow, but maybe not after that. If there's any chance of losing my virginity before then, I've just got to do it. Tonight."

"Tonight?" Ed couldn't hide his shock.

"Yeah."

"Tonight," Ed repeated numbly.

"Yes, Ed. Tonight. Saturday night."

Ed's brain felt like it was shutting down.

"So I'm just going to go right to his room and ask. Nicely, of course. I won't insist or anything. And if he seems really reluctant or . . ."

"Freaked out," Ed supplied.

"Or freaked out," Gaia allowed, "I'll just tell him the truth."

Gaia paused to let him say something, but when he didn't, she surged ahead. When she was with Ed and her mouth got going, there was no stopping her.

"The truth is good. The truth is your friend. Seriously. I'll just say to him, Look, I'm probably going to get shot in the head tomorrow, and I really want to have sex before I go, so would you mind?"

Gaia looked at Ed again for some response. He couldn't even work his mouth anymore.

"And even if he thinks I'm completely repulsive and would rather have sex with his aunt, well, he probably still won't want to refuse a girl's dying request, will he? What do you say?" She turned to Ed with a genuinely hopeful look on her face.

Ed struggled for words. "I -- I say. I say . . . have fun."