Wheeeee fic.
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sabinetzinTitle: Vignette
Summary: The system breaks down.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 336
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Pairing: Spike/Faye
A/N: I'm afraid this isn't very good, nor does it have much point. But that's ok. Another for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30_kisses.
When they first got together, there was a system. Three eight hour shifts a day (ignoring Ed and the twenty-five hour days, both of which were more trouble than they were worth), two on, one off, except when there was a bounty, or a really interesting TV show, or something important.
It was in the second week that it broke down. Jet awoke to a rushing sound. After convincing himself that it wasn’t the waterfall from his dream, he got up to investigate.
Just as he suspected, a pipe in the bathroom had burst. Water was all over the floor. Jet cursed out loud as he wrenched the appropriate valve shut. He stomped off to the living room.
“Goddammit, Spike! Faye! Aren’t you paying any damn-” Whatever admonition was to follow this statement was cut off by what Jet saw on the couch. Spike, who he’d always considered to be a nice, rational human being, was endeavoring to remove Faye’s suspenders. Faye was kissing him anywhere she could reach, grabbing at his hair and muttering something Jet couldn’t hear.
Jet didn’t say anything. He went up to the engine room, gathered his tools, and fixed the pipe himself. He was in the engine room smoking when Spike came in.
“Faye go to bed?” Jet asked, offering Spike a cigarette.
He took it. “Yep.” Silence.
There were a lot of things Jet wanted to say. Most of the things involved expletives, following the general “What in the hell, Spike?” theme. But when he opened his mouth, what came out was more like, “Did it have to be the couch?”
Spike thought about this for a second. “Why not the couch?”
“Hell, I don’t know,” Jet said, rubbing his head. “Dammit, I have to sit there!”
A wide smile spread over Spike’s face. “Like you wouldn’t have.”
“Well, yeah, but that’s not the point,” Jet protested. Spike gave him a little wave and walked out. “Wait, come back here! This is not over! Spike!” Jet followed him out.
Summary: The system breaks down.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 336
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Pairing: Spike/Faye
A/N: I'm afraid this isn't very good, nor does it have much point. But that's ok. Another for
30_kisses.When they first got together, there was a system. Three eight hour shifts a day (ignoring Ed and the twenty-five hour days, both of which were more trouble than they were worth), two on, one off, except when there was a bounty, or a really interesting TV show, or something important.
It was in the second week that it broke down. Jet awoke to a rushing sound. After convincing himself that it wasn’t the waterfall from his dream, he got up to investigate.
Just as he suspected, a pipe in the bathroom had burst. Water was all over the floor. Jet cursed out loud as he wrenched the appropriate valve shut. He stomped off to the living room.
“Goddammit, Spike! Faye! Aren’t you paying any damn-” Whatever admonition was to follow this statement was cut off by what Jet saw on the couch. Spike, who he’d always considered to be a nice, rational human being, was endeavoring to remove Faye’s suspenders. Faye was kissing him anywhere she could reach, grabbing at his hair and muttering something Jet couldn’t hear.
Jet didn’t say anything. He went up to the engine room, gathered his tools, and fixed the pipe himself. He was in the engine room smoking when Spike came in.
“Faye go to bed?” Jet asked, offering Spike a cigarette.
He took it. “Yep.” Silence.
There were a lot of things Jet wanted to say. Most of the things involved expletives, following the general “What in the hell, Spike?” theme. But when he opened his mouth, what came out was more like, “Did it have to be the couch?”
Spike thought about this for a second. “Why not the couch?”
“Hell, I don’t know,” Jet said, rubbing his head. “Dammit, I have to sit there!”
A wide smile spread over Spike’s face. “Like you wouldn’t have.”
“Well, yeah, but that’s not the point,” Jet protested. Spike gave him a little wave and walked out. “Wait, come back here! This is not over! Spike!” Jet followed him out.