Spoot: Well, It's been a while!

Rock: you're gunna try something new aren't you…

Revy: you're fuckin' right!

Overkill

"What the fuck am I doing?"

"What do you mean?

"I mean, what the fuck am I doing." Revy snapped as she sat up and looked out the window. She lit a cigarette and glanced back at the man in her bed. He too sat up and reached out, taking the cigarette from her lips and putting it to his own. She glared at him. "That's my last one, so don't go fucking letting it just burn Rock…" She scolded. He handed it back to her and exhaled the line of smoke. She looked back out the window, in thought mostly. "Everything is always so fast paced…" She began.

"Right, and now that things are calm you're getting itchy…" Rock said as he searched the room for his shirt. She scoffed and bit down on the filter of the cigarette. "You're fuckin' right." She flopped down on the bed and ran her hand down Rock's back. "I need some excitement…before I blow my head off." He looked back at her with a smile. She was stretched out on the bed, half naked. She had given up modesty long ago. She held a hand up and grabbed the back of Rock's head and jerked him down. His eyes went wide. She planted a kiss on him so hard it made his lips numb. "Take your pants off Rock…"

"I thought you would never get up." Benny said from the table. Rock was approaching slowly. He shook his head at the blond and sat down. "I ordered for you…hope you-"

"That's fine." Rock interrupted. He looked a little forlorn. He propped his chin up on his hand. Dutch sat down with some food then looked to the young man. "Revy bitchin' at you again?" He asked as he passed Benny some soup. Rock shook his head. "No," He began with a sigh. "She's just…" He leaned back in the chair and looked up. "I dunno…she's starting to get antsy." He said. Dutch sipped some noodles then looked up. "We all know what that means."

"YEAH!" Benny snapped as he leaned into the table. "It means Rock gets laid a bunch!" Dutch pushed Benny back and sighed. "No. It means she's gunna start lookin' for something to do…" Rock nodded. "So we find her something to do!" Benny said with a smile. "Make something up."

"She knows the difference. We can only fool her so many times." Dutch snapped. "She's not stupid." Rock sat up and looked at the two. "Can't we call someone…maybe Eda has something for her to do…" Dutch shook his head. "No, the church has been quiet the past week. And the drug trade is calmer now that you changed things." Rock suddenly slammed his fist into his palm. "ME!" He snapped. The two men gave him a blank look. "I changed the equation….leaving out variables…and messing up the equivalent…Gotta fix the equation…"

"You wanna help us simple folk out." Dutch said with a smile. Rock looked to him with bright eyes. "She needs something to protect. She needs to feel needed. She needs…" Benny and Dutch leaned in close, blinking at him. "…Motherhood." Rock said with confidence. Benny about fell out of his chair with laughter. Dutch took his sunglasses off, hiding behind his hand as he rubbed his eyes. "You can't be serious." He said as he put his glasses back on. "CAN YOU IMAGINE OUR REVY! A Mommy! NO WAY!" Benny laughed out. "She barely wants you around half the time."

"What are you talking about Dutch! She loves me!" Rock snapped. Benny started to laugh again. "I never said she didn't….she sure shows it…" Dutch had to grimace at his own lie. "She shows it…in her own way…." Rock stated. Dutch was about to speak when Rock's eyes went wide. He leaned forward, clutching the back of his head. Another projectile came flying out the window. "ROCK! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FOOD!" Revy's voice could be heard bellowing from the hotel room above. Rock stood up and turned around. His eyes large and dark. "I'M NOT YOUR SLAVE REBBECA! YOU CAN COME GET IT YOUR DAMN SELF!"

"WHAT WAS THAT?"

"YOU HEARD ME YA' BITCH!"

Dutch leaned in to whisper to Benny. "They're perfect for each other…" He hissed. Benny nodded and the two slowly got up and inched away from the fight that was about to erupt.

Rock came storming up the stairs in a blind fit of rage. In his hand, a doggy bag. He kicked open the door and threw the bag hard. It barely missed Revy's head. Her eyes went wide as it whooshed past her ear. She even went as far as letting out a small gasp. "There's your stupid food." He snapped as he stormed the bathroom and slammed the door. Revy crooked her head to the side, watching that door. Something wasn't right. He never got this mad. She stood and approached the door. "Rock?" She whispered as she reached to knock.

The door swung open and there he was. Some shaving cream still on his face. "Do you love me?" He snapped. His eyes were dark and angry. His face however, was calm. This scared Revy. For the first time in her life…she feared someone. "You…you know I do." She stuttered as she backed up. "Right, only when it's convenient for you." He murmured as he went back into the bathroom. She reached out to him but it was too late. He shut the door on her. No longer able to keep herself calm she let out a yell and kicked the wall. From there she proceeded to rip the room apart.

Rock stood, facing himself in the mirror. His eyes closed as he listened to the woman in the other room lose her mind. He smiled. He had gotten to her. It wouldn't be long before she would kick the door down and either kill him, or kiss him. He waited as her fit slowly died down. Confusion started to creep over him. Why wasn't she kicking the door down? In the beginning of his life, Rock was a coward. Now? Not so much. He opened the bathroom door and his eyes went wide. Not because the room was in shambles, but because the woman that sat in the middle of the room, on the floor…was in tears.

"Revy…" He said softly as he approached her. She sat there, legs spread wildly, an arm covering her face as she sobbed. She grit her teeth and shook her head. "Get away from me!" She snapped. As always, he ignored her and got down on his knees and scooped her into his arms. He learned to just ignore her. Her threats were hollow. She sobbed hard into his chest. He said nothing, did nothing, and let her get it out. Another lesson he learned. Don't try to calm her, and don't try and make it better. At that moment, things were not ok. And this time…it was his fault she was so upset. He knew that, but said nothing, and refused to take it back. This was the answer he needed. This was her way of telling him. Showing him, she loved…and loved hard. So hard it scared her.

Her breakdown proved to Rock that she loved him full time, not just when she wanted to. He inched a little closer to her, keeping a strong grip around her body. She tried to get away for a second but abandoned that idea when he kissed her gently. "I get it." He said softly, making her go limp in his arms. "There's no need to keep fighting." His words made her sob hard. He rubbed her back, feeling with his hands, a few new scars. His brow furrowed as he recalled how she got them. She buried herself in him and wrapped her arms around his body and held on…for dear life. She was thinking the same thing. She could feel where his hands were.

"ROCK! Move!" She cried out. Rock looked up and gasped Torch smiled big. He lifted his lighter up and his grin grew. He flicked the switch and a flame appeared. Rock's eyes reflected the fire inching closer to his face. "I'm gunna enjoy burning you alive." The man hissed. He stood and stepped back. Just before the flame hit Rock, Revy jumped in front of him. He looked up, watching her face as fire bellowed around them. Pain…she was in so much pain. She grit her teeth and opened her eyes and smiled at him. "You alright?" She asked. "Why did you…" He began. She let out a cry. "FUCK! This hurt! THIS HURTS!"

"I'll clean this up…" She began. She was on her feet now. Much to both of their surprise. He shook his head as he swept up a few shards of glass. "It's alright Revy, I got it. Why don't you just sit down and eat." He moved past her and threw away the glass. She looked down at the doggy bag he had brought in an hour before. "Bet it's all smashed up…and cold." She mumbled. "Then when I get this cleaned up, I'll treat you to something not smashed." He said as he picked up splinters of broken chair. "That's all you ever do…clean up my messes."

"Maybe that's what I'm meant to do." He said as he threw the trash away. She clenched her fists, causing her gloves to make that squeaking sound. "You're not a damn maid." She snapped. "And you're not my babysitter….or my father."

"That's right." He said. "I'm your husband." With that he proceeded to kiss the top of her head and continue to clean. She punched the wall and stormed into the bathroom. He just shook his head and smiled. After he took over the city from Balalaika, and swept Chang under the rug he married Revy. It was a shock to her, but she somehow managed to go along with it. Life was peaceful aside from the gang was here and there. He ran the city with peace in mind, and it drove Revy crazy. "Husband or not…" Came the voice from the bathroom. "You can't keep cleaning up after me." He sighed as he tossed the doggy bag in the trash. "That's true. When are you gunna start taking responsibility here…and act more like a wife!" He snapped as he smiled. He waited…

Sure enough she came flying from the bathroom in a fit of rage. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?" She bellowed. 'Here we go.' He thought. She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close. "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? OH! YOU WANT ME IN THE KITCHEN, IS THAT RIGHT! BEARFOOT AND PREGNANT!" She whaled. He shrugged and smiled. She tossed him on the bed and stood over him, growling. "You got one part right." He said as he looked up at her. He smiled as he closed his eyes and tilted his head. "the pregnant part!" He said with a giggle. She fell over, stone cold.

Spoot: So, shall I keep going?!

Rock: I think so!

Revy: Fuck, I'm screwd…