Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Got You ❯ Click! Click! BOOM! ( Chapter 7 )

I do not own the characters of Cowboy Bebop. They are the property of Sunrise, Bones, and Bandai Visual (2001). They make the money, not me. Nor can I take credit for most of my chapter headings- they are the product of their authors. Sigh.

And now….

An explosive reaction.

 

Chapter 7: Click Click Boom (Saliva)

 

Spike ignored the crew as they began to stir. He preferred to not think about what Jet had planned. From what Faye had said about The Initiate and the implications brought up concerning their newest financial endeavor, he was a bit uncomfortable with the thought of learning more- ignorant bliss and all. After procuring some breakfast, Ed settled down to continue searching for the illusive and lucrative drug team. Faye plopped comfortably behind, immediately eyeballing the pack of cigarettes sitting on the table. Did I leave those here? She had to pull a snatch-and-grab right under Spike's nose; which usually ended in some half-hearted display of dominance from the lanky cowboy. Deciding that it was now or never, Faye swooped and grabbed the pack; Spike shifted on the couch forcing Faye to pull a hasty retreat. Wondering what had caused Faye to leave quickly, Ed peeked around her trusty laptop in time to see Spike glance at Faye's departing backside with a small smirk playing on his lips.

"Oooo lala," she giggled staring towards the couch, "Ed just caught Spike peeking at Faye-Faye's bottom."

"What was that Ed?" Jet was sure he had heard wrong, but the pink of Spike's ears as he hid under an arm made Jet pause and rethink. Since when does Spike blush?

"Edward saw Spike pretending to sleep," she was taunting, "When Faye-Faye grabbed her smoker sticks off the coffee table, Spike-person smiled and peeked at her tushy." She gave a tittering giggle.

"Ed," Spike drawled from under his arm, "I did NO such thing."

“Spike-person did too!” His arm shifted in order to level a displeased glare.

"Spike, you calling her a liar?"

"No, just misinformed,” his gaze shifted to a disbelieving Jet. “I would never. I repeat NEVER check out Faye's ass or any other part of her anatomy."

Jet shook as he chuckled, "I'm callin' bullshit there, Spike-o. You'd have to be blind, or broken not to look."

"Jet! I'm shocked! You're turning into a perv in your old age."

"Age, rage, butt ogling rampage!” Ed stood and circled the couch, “Spike and Jet will. Be. Caged!"

"Ed finish your search!” She melted back to her post. “Spike, you got caught. Suck it up." Jet left, determined to find solitary sanity with his scissors and greenery. Spike simply shrugged and tried to pretend the conversation never occurred. It may have worked if Ed had quit singing.

 

The main room had finally quieted; Ed finished her research and left Spike to his fitful dreams. Faye heard him moan, in passing, and paused. He always looks so different when he's asleep. She watched for a moment before she heard a commotion from the hangar and decided to refill her coffee before she was caught. Spike chuckled softly, Like what you saw Faye?

 

“Ed,” Jet peered around his tools at the contorting net diver, “go wake Spike and pull up the new information.”

“Aye-aye!” She rolled upright, sprinting away and launched when she neared the couch; landing on Spike with the ease of a pro-wrestler.

“Oof! What the…?!” Gold eyes blinked back only inches from his face. He scowled, “ED!!” and rolled, knocking her to the floor.

She sprang up beside his head, yelling, “Waky-waky Spiky-Spike. It is time to earn your keep! Hehe.”

“Ed, do you NOT know how to do anything gently?” He rubbed the tiny bruise forming on his chest.

“Papa Jet did not say, `Wake Spike gently.' He said to just get Spike up and that's what Ed did!” Her face disappeared behind a toothy grin. Seemingly boneless, she dropped before Tomato. Faye flopped next to Spike, a steaming mug in hand. Immediately he stole it.

“Not for you!” She took a swipe, only to crash into his back.

“But yours is here, and I need some now.” He selfishly gulped the black liquid, immediately replacing it, mouth scalded. “Bleh, too hot!” He returned the pilfered beverage.

“Ewe! Have it,” pulling a face she plunked the mug on the coffee table, “I don't need your back wash.” She pushed Spike to the end of the couch and pulled out a cigarette. Spike found a comfortable slouch, keeping Faye in his periphery. She put it to her lips and flipped the lighter. Puff, puff… Furrowed brow... Pout.

“What the hell? It just burnt up.” She pulled out another. Put it to her lips, lighter… After the fifth, she was glaring at the pack, her patience gone. “What's wrong with these?” Spike held his breath, What if she gives up before the best one?

“Maybe you got a dud pack, Faye? Best not let them go to waste.”

She was already pulling out the last stick, “Bologna, Spike. Dud pack? Pff. I got ripped off.” She lit it, and took a drag, “Last time I snatch this brand, even in a pinch. What happened to pride in your work, huh? I swear every single one of these was complete and utter cr…”

POP!

“…ap!” Green eyes crossed to examine the cigarette. It closely resembled a peeled banana. "Oh my God!" Spike began chuckle. He was quite pleased his prank worked. When the load exploded Faye froze. She still had not processed what had occurred, she just kept studying the offensive object, silently ordering it to explain itself.

“Faye, spit that prank cigarette out of your mouth and look at this!” Spike shot the older man a look of displeasure.

"P-p-prank? You mean?" Shit! Spike schooled his features. Faye already processing, "Hey, Lunkhead,” her teeth tightly clenched, “You have any idea how my decent pack of smokes turned into death traps?"

"Haven't you read the warning on the side Faye?”

She snarled, “No.”

“Then what are you talking about?" Spike gave a shrug and directed his attention to the fan overhead.

"You could have blown my nose off with that stupid trick you idiot!"

"No I couldn't, come on Faye, it was all in fun."

"Fun? FUN?! Wasting perfectly good smokes is not fun! It's a waste of money. MY MONEY!!"

"You stole that pack. Besides, I had a blast." Spike winked at Faye before returning his attention to the ceiling. Jet, sensed the downfall of the group's cohesion and immediately went into the plan. "Both of you, knock it off! We need to start on the bounty..." The biggest problem would be Spike. Since he wouldn't work as a student Jet needed to decide if he was necessary and if so find a reason for him to be on or near the campus. He was a must as back up. Faye needed to gain information and with luck a calling card. She had to work the crowd, not scan for potential problems. To everyone else she had to appear a normal college student, which meant for the most part she had to remain unaware of Lihas's darker interests. “Faye, you'll be living as a regular college student starting Monday. Have Ed show you the courses offered and set you up at a local hang-out for work. Make up a cover story too.” Faye nodded. “Spike, I don't know what we can do with you," Jet sighed while Spike portrayed the essence of smug.

"If there is an education building you could enroll him in the daycare," Faye's smile was hopeful. Spike slanted a glance her way, noting the little sparkle in her eyes.

Jet made a point to ignore the useless tip, shrugging, "I guess you could disguise yourself as a janitor.” Spike's focus shifted to Jet, Why am I always a janitor?

Jet reading his mind, leveled a glare, “Because it's the easiest. You don't try and hide who you are.” He glanced at Faye, “She'll at least play a role and do a half decent job at it. You refuse to.” Spike slumped. Jet sighed, “Look, whatever you end up doing there try to be subtle, NO property damage.” He huffed, "If you can come up with something better than janitor be my guest." The group slouched into their seats to contemplate the plan. "Faye, you'll need to go buy some new clothes."

She rolled her eyes, "So you've said. I don't understand why though,” she glanced at her legs, “What you want isn't my style. I go for more of a sophisticated woman look."

Sigh. I knew this would be trouble.

"Pfff... More like..."

"Spike! Drop it." Jet was in no mood to hear an argument about Faye's choice in garments. What's he care, anyway? "Get some things that'll work but make sure they're cheap."

"Fine." Faye shrugged and glared at Spike. Jet settled his attention on Ed, still trying to find information on the drug slinging team.

"Take Ed with you when you go. She needs some fresh air."

"She isn't a dog, besides wouldn't it be..." Jet was not in the mood.

"I don't remember asking Faye.”

“Who the fuck are you? My mother?!” She stepped closer, “You can't tell me…”

“Take Ed and go- now." That was it. He left no room for argument and she couldn't unless she followed- which explained his hasty retreat. Faye, too busy grumbling about not being paid enough to Ed-sit missed the quiet 'click' of the storage closet door, gathered her money card. "JET!” she glanced around for said man, “Err... this sucks!" She stomped her foot, but without the proper audience it lost its effect. "Come on Ed, let's go." Spike could sense Faye attempting to stare through the back of his skull, but decided to feign sleep. She flipped the empty cigarette package onto his stomach and stalked to the door. He barely caught the hissed warning, "You started this, Brill-o for brains, no whining when I retaliate."

He just gave a half hearted wave. "Have fun shopping with Ed, Faye."

"Ass." She turned her attention to the hacker, "Ed move it or I'll drag you!"

"Ed is not luggage, Faye-Faye. Ed can walk."

"THEN LET'S GO!" Her grip gave the impression that she would haul Ed around like an overstuffed suitcase if the girl did not do as told.