Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Got You ❯ My Girlfriend's Shower Sucks ( Chapter 34 )

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….

Some flying lessons, without a ship.

 

Chapter 34: My Girlfriend's Shower Sucks (Goldfinger)

 

Kevin snickered at the violent smashing of wood. “Sounds like your husband just met Genza's fist.” He continued to chuckle, placing the gun next to him. Faye grimaced, she could hear shuffling, the sound of flesh being hit floating through the small building. She forced herself to calm and drown out Lihas's laughter. She strained to hear something useful after Angie's squeal, a hushed order and scrambling feet. She needed to be cool, collected and unfazed by whatever she may see. She shuddered at the chilling images her mind supplied, creating a worst case scenario.

 

Spike, anticipating a hit, ducked the initial punch. Sending one of his own towards the large man's ribs. Genza coughed, grinned and swung again, catching Spike's jaw and launching him through the closet. Angie shrieked, attempting to flatten against the wall. Not interested in her, Spike shook off the stars and wood splinters and ordered her to run. The poor girl didn't have to be asked twice, sprinting from the cabin a sobbing mess. Witness out of the way Spike stood and analyzed his opponent. The guy was huge. He was a puncher and grappler an interesting contrast to Spike's quick kicks. He launched three at the man's skull. Left foot met temple, right met neck then swung down to plow into his chin. Genza's head snapped back with a sickening crunch. Grinning, the monster rolled his shoulder and inched closer, attempting to limit Spike's distance.

Spike kicked for Genza's ribs. Frowning slightly when a beefy fist wrapped around his foot. Dropping, he kicked up, hoping to knock the hold loose. Genza chuckled, hefted and tossed. Chucking Spike into the distant wall. He rolled off the surface and onto the floor with a wheeze, Wasn't expecting to become airborne. He popped his back, grimacing at the pains and pulls slashing across his shoulder and down his spine. Genza stilled, his knuckles popping. “I recognize you.”

Spike blinked, “Yeah?”

“You were a sweeper for the Red Dragons some years ago.”

Spike nodded, “And?”

Genza stilled, “Holy shit! That girl wasn't lying.”

Spike swiped at his chin, “Why would she?”

“She said she was married to some rising star. Kevin thought you were a cowboy, you just clean up messes.”

Spike scowled.

“Man, I followed your record like most kids keep baseball stats. You an' Vicious were amazing.” He grinned, “I figured I could do better though and when I take you out and haul you and that wife of yours back I'll be promoted.”

Spike chuckled. “You're not a sweeper, never could be.”

Genza stiffened, “I could…”

Spike grinned, “Nope. No finesse.” Shrug, “'Sides, the only records Vicious and I had were rumors. You'd know that if you had the chops. You're just… a…” He glanced at the bathroom door. “Faye would know what to call you.” He grinned when he heard a pained groan accompanied with the sound of plastic bottles falling, and then string of muffled cusses, or what Spike assumed were cusses, They must've gagged her. Both men flinched at the gun shot.

Genza smirked, “Looks like your wifey just got a hole in the head.”

“Doubt it.”

 

Lihas too busy laughing at the scuffling outside missed Faye's change in posture. Arms still wrapped around the toilet, she used her foot to kick the gun by her hands.

“Sounds…” snort, “Like Genza just threw skinny into the wall.” He clutched the back wall, trying to keep from falling into the tub. Gun out of the way Faye pulled up on her knees, drawing his attention. He reached for her upraised rear. “Relax, baby. I'll help you grieve.” She snarled and kicked back, her heel smashing through teeth. Shocked, he fell back into the tub, toiletries pelting him. Faye gave a sympathetic shudder when she heard the sound of pebbles tapping into the tub and then skull ricochet off tile. Oops. Guess I kicked a little too hard. He groaned, reminding her that he would be moving and pissed, though groggy, quite soon. She tugged on her bindings. Grimacing at the plastic slicing through her hands. They used new restraints. Shit. With some creative stretching she inched the gun closer to the toilet. Laying flat she pressed the muzzle to the bowl. Closed her eyes and fired. She heard the porcelain crack, ceiling tiles raining down. She bit her lip when a chunk of toilet toppled onto her hands, water splashing around her. She grimaced and pulled up, tugging free from the shattered cream ceramic, glaring at the stray scratches and cuts she ripped the tape from her mouth and spun on the woozy drug dealer. Clutching a handful of hair she bashed his head back into the tile wall. “Jerk.” She smiled at the spider web that blossomed around him. Digging the gun from the puddle, she smashed the mirror, gingerly retrieving a decent sliver of glass. Scowling at the self inflicted injuries, she bumbled through freeing herself and eased towards the exit. Ignoring the shards piercing her feet she cracked the door open and stepped into the room.

 

Spike nodded, his gesture unnerving Genza. “What?” Faye hobbled further into the room and grinned. Genza froze at the sound of a safety releasing.

Spike grinned, “Faye,” she shifted off a rather deep chunk of glass and cocked an eyebrow. “This guy thinks he has what it takes to be a sweeper.”

She snorted, “He's stupid muscle.” Her lip curled, “Maybe a brawler.” Spike nodded when she slipped back into her roll of a Syndicate socialite. “Daddy would call him… expendable.” Her eyes and gun trained on the bounty's back, “Big. Stupid. Muscle. Barely worth the amount of food he consumes.”

 

Jet heard the gunshot. Panic, worry and stress battling for control. Was it Spike or Faye?! He rushed the front door, busting through. Spike looked battered, but otherwise fine. Faye on the other hand looked like she had a battle with a china shop and lost. Chunks of white porcelain, glass and sheet rock splattered across her head and shoulders, her front sopping wet, vicious little scratches crisscrossing her arms. He frowned at the wet, bloody footprints leading from the bathroom. A small, pink puddle forming under her. “Faye, go dry off. I've got him.”

She snorted, “Not until Giaganto here is incapacitated.” She glanced at Spike, “He chucked Spike across the room like he was nothin'.”

Jet rolled his eyes and trained his gun on the bounty's head. “Where's Lihas?”

Faye grinned, “Tragic, really. He became a statistic.” Her head shook, “Had an accident in the shower.”

“That why you're dripping?”

Her lip curled, “They tied me to the toilet.”

Spike snorted, “You're goin' to want to wash that off Faye.”

Her eyebrows crashed together, “It was clean water, lunkhead.”

Jet shuddered, “Still.”

Spike snickered, “Keep tellin' yourself that, Faye.”

“I will.”

Genza cleared his throat, “What the hell's wrong with you guys?”

Spike stepped closer, Faye limped left, Jet right. Genza's eyes swiveled trying to decide who to track. Spike struck first, his foot slamming into the man's ear. Jet took the slight swaying to swoop in, his mechanical arm burying into diaphragm. Faye eased back, gun still trained on the bounty. Wheezing he missed Spike float close again, a spinning kick connecting with his cheekbone.

Faye snickered, “How hard is this guy's head?”

Jet chuckled, “Pretty tough.” He brought a fist down onto the back of Genza's cranium, slamming his face into the floor. Wasting no time he cuffed the behemoth, Faye easing closer to keep him covered. She winced when another shard dug into her foot. Jet scowled, lugging Genza out the door. “Spike help her get that glass out, after you wrap up Lihas.”

She perched on the edge of the couch, digging a large chunk from her foot with a hiss. “I doubt he'll be goin' anywhere.”

Spike scowled, “Why?”

“Woman's intuition.” She dropped a second shard on the carpet.

Spike peeked into the bathroom and pulled a face. Kevin was a slobbering mess. He grinned at Faye, “You do that?”

“Yes.” She had swapped feet, “Jerk grabbed my ass.” She glanced at him, “I'm getting real sick of him grabbin' me.”

Spike snickered and cuffed the bounty. He shook his head at the shattered tile, swirling out from a bloody center. “Poor bastard.” Lihas groaned. Spike chuckled, “You're lucky she got to you first.” Another pained moan. Spike returned to the main room, Faye scowling at the tiny shards embedded in her heel. He studied the mess, kneeling before her, towel in hand. “I would've gotten to you eventually.”

She huffed, “I wasn't sure you could take out that yeti.”

He chuckled, “I've dealt with worse.” He tugged a chunk of plaster from her hair, “Where were you when you shot the toilet?”

“Right next to it.”

“Are you stupid?” Faye turned to find Jet glaring. “What if the bowl fell on your head, or your aim was wrong and you shot yourself?”

“I pointed the gun up and laid flat.”

“Stupid stunt Faye and you know it.” His brows furrowed when he entered the bathroom. “Good God! What did you do in here?!”

“I had to get free, so I smashed the mirror.”

“And the toilet, shower and one of the bounty's heads.” He clucked at the drooling man, “We're lucky he isn't dead.”

She snorted, “He's lucky he isn't dead.” Shrug, “I don't care. Asshole grabbed my butt one too many times.” She glanced around the space, “Where's Angie?”

Spike chuckled, “Ran off after I crashed through the door and fell on her.” He frowned, “For some reason, she wasn't as happy to see me this time.”

Faye glared at the closet, “You land on her hard?” Spike shook his head. “Bummer. Stupid cow ratted me out.”

Jet hefted Kevin over his shoulder, “Guess it's a good thing she ran off then.”

“Shut up…” she hissed at Spike's nursing skills, “That hurt!”

“Wear shoes next time.”

“Har. Har.”

 

Annette clucked her tongue and herded Faye away, a nervous Ed following. George passed Spike an icepack. With a stiff nod, he accepted, placing it on the counter next to him. Jet snorted, helping himself to a cup of coffee. ISSP was due soon to collect the bounties. Angie had drifted back, nervous and wary. She settled in a chair as far from the cowboys as possible. Three cigarettes and two cups of coffee later, Faye returned: clean, dry, hobbling and bandaged. She eased into the stool next to Spike and stared at the Formica counter top. He dug out a smoke and lit it, contemplating the swirls of gray over his head. George plopped a piece of dessert in front of Faye. Angie made the mistake of shifting closer, drawing Faye's glare.

“What?”

“I… uh…”

Ed scurried to occupy the stool opposite Spike, spun towards the girl and hissed. “Edward is watching you.” She appeared to fluff up, “I do not like you.”

Faye grimaced, nudging her slice of pie towards the kid. “Here Ed.”

She inhaled sharply, redhead forgotten, whole focus on the pile of whipped cream and cherry. “Ooooolala.” She plucked the cherry, “Fankssss Thaayye-Faye!”

“Welcome. Now be still.”

Annette dropped some pain killers in front of the grimacing woman and glowering cowboy, she glanced at Angie, “You've got some nasty bruises, dear. This'll help you relax.” Faye nodded, swallowing the pills dry and glaring at the shifting girl. Spike ignored his, opting to study Faye.

“I… uh…” she blinked at Spike who shrugged and tapped his smoke. Her gaze flickered over Ed, who had already made her opinion painfully clear, settling on Jet. He turned his back to speak to the ISSP sergeant.

George nodded. Annette stilled her cleaning, “You're folks'll be here in the morning to pick you up.”

“Uh… thanks.” Her gaze shifted back to Faye who was busy trying to ease off the stool.

Spike smirked, catching her arm. “Where you goin' to sleep, Faye?”

She shrugged, too sore to jerk her arm free, “Ed's bed.”

George puffed, “Oh no you aren't!!”

She blinked, “Our cabin's destroyed and...”

He winked at Spike, “You two stay here,” he passed a key. “The kid and I already moved your stuff.” Spike nodded. Easing Faye towards the door.

Angie caught Faye's arm. Earning a disgruntled hiss and disproving glares from both cowboys and a sticky faced Ed. Faye turned towards the girl, her face blank. “What?”

“I… uh…”

Faye shrugged, “I… uh… I… uh… don't really care. You froze and did what you had to do to survive.” Her lip lifted, “And I did what I had to do.” She snatched the key from Spike and began hobbling away. “It's not like we were ever friends, so live with your choice.”

Spike grinned just catching Faye mumble, `stupid cow' under her breath. He glanced at the girl, “Be glad that's all you get from her.”

Jet nodded, “She busted Spike's nose for less.”

He dropped his cigarette, “You would've deserved it for ratting her out while she was trying to save you.”

Ed nodded.

Spike sauntered from the building, closely shadowing the stiff and grumbling Faye.

Jet grinned, his money card bursting with bounty profits. He glanced at Annette before turning to George, “How much do we owe you for the mess in that cabin.”

George grinned, “Funniest thing, Jet.” He rubbed his neck, “Those boys left a hefty deposit and used their bank card to pay off the room.”

Ed shifted, “Edward made the bounty heads pay for the mess!”

Jet chuckled, he couldn't believe it. The Bebop's record was actually improving.

The young ISSP sergeant returned and studied the brooding Angie. He leaned towards Jet, “She coming too?”

Jet shrugged, “She's just a hapless victim.”

The cop shook his head, “No. She's got a bounty. Stupid girl's been their cover from the beginning.”

Jet scowled, “She have to go?”

The cop nodded. Angie began weeping when another cop flicked a shiny set of cuffs around her wrists. Annette stepped close, “Don't worry honey. Share what you know about those two and they'll make you a deal.”

Jet put a restraining hand on Ed's forehead. It was pointless she snarled, “Ratfink lady has practice singing.”

The cops nodded at Annette's reassurances. “They know you're guilty of being naive and stupid, not kidnapping, theft, drug running and distribution.” Angie's lip quivered.

Ed snorted, “Suck it up.”

Jet scowled, trying to suppress his grin. She was getting surprisingly good at impersonating the others on the ship. “Ed go check on Ein.”

She nodded, hopping from the stool.

 

Faye tugged off her clothes. She just wanted to sleep, shower in the morning and get as far from the quaint little campground as possible. Spike shut the door, just catching Faye tugging on one of his clean shirts. He grinned, kicking stray clothing out of the way and adding his own. She sat on the bed, easing her bandaged feet under the covers. She glanced at him before lying down with a sigh. He chuckled, “Do I have to respect the middle?”

She peeked at him through her lashes, “Am I going to wake up tied to the bed.”

“Only if you want to be.” He smirked at the pink dusting she attempted to hide by rolling over.

“Sleep where you want.” He eased under the sheets and slid close, wary of the various cuts and bruises littering her arms. She sighed, pressing closer. He flicked off the light, “'Night Faye.”

“'Night.”