Wheeeee.
Title: Defence
Summary: Faye and Spike visit a fence on Mars.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 536
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: Spike/Faye
A/N: Another for 30_kisses. I predict that half my ff.net readers will think I misspelled defence, and the other half won't know what fence means. 12 themes left, 12 months in the next year. Coincidence? ...Well, yeah. But it's nice. I like how Jet sounds in this. I think I nailed him, though I didn't do much with him.
“Martin LaRue,” Jet said, laying a picture on the table. “Alias Theo, Shifty, and Gerald.” Faye made a non-committal noise and continued buffing her nails. Spike stretched and yawned, nodding his approval.
“My contact with the ISSP got me the rundown on this guy,” Jet told them. “He’s gone underground, but he’s got a confidant: a fence on Mars, goes by Vinn. Been in and out of jail for possession of stolen goods, but always ends up turning state’s evidence.”
“Sounds like our man,” Spike replied.
“One problem,” Jet added, “the ISSP has lost track of him. He picks up and moves every few months, and he slipped through the last time.”
Meanwhile, Ed had been typing on her computer, waving her arms and singing at it. “Ed has found him!” she said joyously, launching into a song and leading Ein into a dance.
“Spike, you go,” Jet said, “and take Faye with you.”
“Why do I have to go?” Faye complained, trying to pry Ed from her leg.
Jet laughed. “Leverage, what else?” Faye gave him a withering glance.
-
The place wasn’t easy to find, but it wasn’t supposed to be. It was down a flight of stairs from the street, behind a rusted out grate. Spike banged on it, and a man appeared.
“Cops?” he asked, peering at them.
“Bounty hunters,” Spike replied. “You Vinn?”
“You want info, guns, or ammo?”
“First one, unless you’re running a special,” he said sardonically.
“I’m your man,” he replied, pulling back the grate. “Step into my office.”
The shop was dingy and full of obviously expensive and obviously stolen computer equipment. Stepping over a fallen computer, Spike found himself facing a desk covered in food wrappers and cups of cold coffee. Vinn situated himself behind it. Spike laid out the situation. The man listened carefully, nodding and tapping his fingers together.
“I’ll give you the information you want,” Vinn said when he was finished, “but I want something.”
“How much?” Spike asked.
“Just a kiss,” he replied, leering at Faye. Spike’s eyes narrowed. He leaned forward as if to give the rat-like man a piece of his mind, but found himself being restrained by Faye.
“My pleasure,” she said seductively, planting a long kiss on his lips.
A devious smile spread across the man’s face. “And a hundred thousand woolongs.” Now it was Spike’s turn to hold Faye back.
-
They emerged from Vinn’s den poorer but wiser. Faye had a smug smile on her face that Spike was doing his damnedest to ignore. In the end, he settled for glaring at her.
“Somebody got jealous,” Faye said in a sing-song voice. Uncharacteristically, Spike didn’t have a come-back. He didn’t want to admit that she was right. Something about seeing that sleazy man with his lips all over Faye infuriated him.
“I think somebody’s got a little crush,” she goaded him.
“I think somebody’s imagining things,” he replied. Was she right?
“Spi-ke likes me,” she sang into his ear, doing a silly little dance. Whether or not it was true, it was getting annoying, and Faye showed no signs of stopping.
Spike sighed. It was going to be a very long walk back to the ship.
Summary: Faye and Spike visit a fence on Mars.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 536
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: Spike/Faye
A/N: Another for 30_kisses. I predict that half my ff.net readers will think I misspelled defence, and the other half won't know what fence means. 12 themes left, 12 months in the next year. Coincidence? ...Well, yeah. But it's nice. I like how Jet sounds in this. I think I nailed him, though I didn't do much with him.
“Martin LaRue,” Jet said, laying a picture on the table. “Alias Theo, Shifty, and Gerald.” Faye made a non-committal noise and continued buffing her nails. Spike stretched and yawned, nodding his approval.
“My contact with the ISSP got me the rundown on this guy,” Jet told them. “He’s gone underground, but he’s got a confidant: a fence on Mars, goes by Vinn. Been in and out of jail for possession of stolen goods, but always ends up turning state’s evidence.”
“Sounds like our man,” Spike replied.
“One problem,” Jet added, “the ISSP has lost track of him. He picks up and moves every few months, and he slipped through the last time.”
Meanwhile, Ed had been typing on her computer, waving her arms and singing at it. “Ed has found him!” she said joyously, launching into a song and leading Ein into a dance.
“Spike, you go,” Jet said, “and take Faye with you.”
“Why do I have to go?” Faye complained, trying to pry Ed from her leg.
Jet laughed. “Leverage, what else?” Faye gave him a withering glance.
-
The place wasn’t easy to find, but it wasn’t supposed to be. It was down a flight of stairs from the street, behind a rusted out grate. Spike banged on it, and a man appeared.
“Cops?” he asked, peering at them.
“Bounty hunters,” Spike replied. “You Vinn?”
“You want info, guns, or ammo?”
“First one, unless you’re running a special,” he said sardonically.
“I’m your man,” he replied, pulling back the grate. “Step into my office.”
The shop was dingy and full of obviously expensive and obviously stolen computer equipment. Stepping over a fallen computer, Spike found himself facing a desk covered in food wrappers and cups of cold coffee. Vinn situated himself behind it. Spike laid out the situation. The man listened carefully, nodding and tapping his fingers together.
“I’ll give you the information you want,” Vinn said when he was finished, “but I want something.”
“How much?” Spike asked.
“Just a kiss,” he replied, leering at Faye. Spike’s eyes narrowed. He leaned forward as if to give the rat-like man a piece of his mind, but found himself being restrained by Faye.
“My pleasure,” she said seductively, planting a long kiss on his lips.
A devious smile spread across the man’s face. “And a hundred thousand woolongs.” Now it was Spike’s turn to hold Faye back.
-
They emerged from Vinn’s den poorer but wiser. Faye had a smug smile on her face that Spike was doing his damnedest to ignore. In the end, he settled for glaring at her.
“Somebody got jealous,” Faye said in a sing-song voice. Uncharacteristically, Spike didn’t have a come-back. He didn’t want to admit that she was right. Something about seeing that sleazy man with his lips all over Faye infuriated him.
“I think somebody’s got a little crush,” she goaded him.
“I think somebody’s imagining things,” he replied. Was she right?
“Spi-ke likes me,” she sang into his ear, doing a silly little dance. Whether or not it was true, it was getting annoying, and Faye showed no signs of stopping.
Spike sighed. It was going to be a very long walk back to the ship.