Courting An Assassin
26 works of fan fiction and yet none depicting the relationship between Jeane and Travis before she… you know… went a bit more crazy than usual.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or locations.
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Sometimes all you needed to make a bad day go away was a nice cold beer. Unfortunately for Travis Touchdown, one beer wasn't going to erase the past month of shitty-ness.
His career as a professional wrestler in northern Mexico was over. A drink driving accident had wound him with a lifetime ban and a hefty fine should he ever feel the need to jump the border again like he did whenever he wasn't on tour.
It all went wrong after coming back from Japan. He wound up late for his match, stuck in the streets around Tokyo looking for a decent hentai bookstore, got his ass kicked because he was distracted by the cute looking girls in the 7th row. Returning to Santa Destroy with a few weeks off he ploughed a lot of his money on an online-auction site and now had possession of a 5 foot tall pure-white Bizarre Jelly lovers Glastonbury statue and a working beam katana.
Then his parents cut off his credit card.
He was out of money, out of a job with only a few thousand to live off. Maybe he could head for Ohio, try out one of the development federations there that lead to the multi-million dollar organizations. But that would take ages and probably wouldn't work.
It may be the cess-pit of America but at least the booze was always cheap here, the nicest anyone ever said about the city.
"Get me a banana daiquiri. Put it on my tab."
Oh yeah, and the fact for some reason it had some smoking hot chicks. It wasn't all bad after all.
Moving to the barstool next to her, the former wrestler decided to make his move.
"If you touch me I will break of the part of your body that did it." Okay… so that was not what was supposed to happen.
"Hey I wasn't going to!" Travis said defensively.
"Whatever."
"So what's someone as pretty as you doing in a rough place like this?"
"Trying to relax after work."
"In the Death Match bar?"
"What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing… just you normally see only two types of girl here." The bartender seemed to take a step back from the former wrestler as his head bounced off the counter with such force that it made a large dent in the wood. "What the hell just happened?" He asked as he fell backwards off his stool, barley conscious.
"You ever, make that implication again and I will hurt you." She threatened, fire burning in her red eyes. Red eyes? Where have I seen those before?
"Sorry! Is there anyway I can make it up to you?" He apoligized, rubbing a gloved hand against his forehead. It was bleeding slightly, maybe he could score sympathy points here.
"…"
"Please?"
"Fine, you pay for my next drink."
"Can do…I think. What's your name?"
"Jeane."
"Right, mine's Travis."
"Travis…" She mused, it was a familiar name but she couldn't quite remember where she'd heard it. Still apart from a pitiful few chat-up lines he seemed nice. Maybe she needed someone to help her forget those dreadful years. "Do you need medical attention? I did slam your head pretty hard."
"Nah, I'm cool. Hey, if you slam my head against the bar again, I could probably make a hole to get to the liquor bottles."
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Another NMH multi-chapter fic? Wow. Hey one-shots cannot fill a fandom alone.