Disclaimer: The movie Snatch and all the characters in it belongs to Guy Richie and a whole horde of other blokes that I don't know the names of. I gain nothing off this scribble except writing experience and a bit of satisfaction.

Chapter 1

Tommy and Turkish lay on their backs in the middle of the boxing ring, head to head and staring at the ceiling. An expensive bottle of scotch stood next to Turkish, nearly empty. The minutes ticked by as the two men lay in silence and then Tommy spoke.

"Have you thought about what we're gonna do then Turk?"

Silence met his enquiry and Tommy figured that Turk was still mad at him for opening his mouth. He sighed ruefully. He was always getting himself into trouble with his big mouth, no matter how hard he tried to stay quiet.

"S'okay Tommy."

The sound next to his ear made Tommy jump but at least it meant that Turkish was talking to him.

"You got a plan then?" he asked timidly.

"Yeah, I got a plan." Said Turkish as he levered himself into a sitting position and looked around with blurry eyes for the bottle. Raising it to his lips, he drained it and then tossed it across the ring where it rolled over the edge and broke on the stone floor.

Shrugging, he started getting to his feet. After the third attempt, he stayed on his arse and looked up at Tommy who had obtained an upright posture almost five minutes ago.

"Need a hand then?" asked Tommy, master of stating the obvious.

Turkish scowled at him and wordlessly held out a hand to his partner, who took hold and heaved him onto his feet.

When Turkish had stopped swaying and seemed reasonably secure on his feet, Tommy felt confident enough to ask:

"What's the plan then?"

Turkish looked down at Tommy, who had that annoying look in his eyes. The one that said he believed Turkish could get them out of any scrape they managed to find themselves in.

"I plan on going home to bed, to sleep."

Tommy was sure his face looked as crestfallen as his innards felt and it was confirmed when Turkish asked:

"What, you don't like the plan?"

"Well, I just, only…" Tommy stammered.

"Spit it out." snapped Turkish.

"What about Hans?"

"What about Hans? I don't recall inviting him to sleep with me."

Tommy sighed. Even drunk, the cutting sarcasm never left Turkish's tone, in fact, sometimes it made it worse.

"What about the fight?"

"What about it? I plan on making money on it."

"But what about…Bethany?"

Turkish turned his full gaze on Tommy and spoke in a tone that had grit in it.

"She got herself into this and she can get herself out of it."

"But…but…but…" started Tommy.

"But fucking nothing Tommy, we're not her guardian angels y'know. Now lets go home."

Tommy shook his head and grinned at nothing, knowing that the other mans act was just that – an act. Catching up with Turkish, he grabbed the ropes as the bigger man wrestled his way through them and staggered down to the floor.

Tommy locked up as they left the building and then the two of them made their way down the street, light drizzle darkening the shoulders of their matching camel coats. By the time they reached the building where they lived, Turkish was partially soaked and mostly sober.

Tommy's flat was on the first floor and Turkish's was on the third. He assured the younger man that he was more than capable of making it to his door safe and sound.

"What could happen to me? "He called from the elevator. "Ze Germans?"

Tommy knew he shouldn't say anything but he couldn't stop himself.

"Actually Turk, they already did happen to you."

A loud: "Fuck you Tommy" was echoed by the slamming of the elevator gate and the rumble of the old machinery as it hoisted the cage upwards.