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Title: Jealous
Rating: K+
Summary: he could relate…


He was not jealous!

"It's a cat man…" Jet said from behind him. "Don't be jealous."

"I am not jealous," he hissed at the American behind him. "You have me mistaken. I'm not jealous of a cat. How could it make me? It's just a cat," he said waving him off and declaring his friend delirious.

"Whatever." Jet shrugged before walking away.

He was not jealous. He wasn't jealous of the fact that she was spending more time with the cat than him. He wasn't jealous of the fact that she would sit with 'Gabby' on rainy days with a book while it snuggled close to her. He was not jealous of it interrupting their snuggle time in bed just because it didn't want to sleep in its very expensive cat-bed.

"You're so pretty Gabby," she cooed from in the living room.

The cat meowed softly and sickly sweet while urging for her master to continue scratching behind her ear. Complying with its request, she gently scratched behind its ear with one of her finely cared for nails and a small smile on her face.

All the while, Joe half sulked half fumed in the doorway.

"Right," He thought. "That's that. I'm going to go in there and tell her what I think of that damned cat!"

His resolve set, he marched into the living room and towards the plush sofa, only to be interrupted when the blonde stood and turned to face him with a smile. "Joe, just on time!" she exclaimed in delight.

He blinked in confusion. "Just…on time?"

She nodded. "Yes. I have to go and take Ivan for his walk. Can you take care of Gabby for me? She won't be much hassle, please?" she asked.

There was a brief moment of silence while he contemplated what he could do to the cat while she was out. With a crooked grin he said, "Sure. Go take Ivan on his walk. I'll take care of her."

Walking quickly over to him, she got up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek before saying, "Thank you," and promptly leaving the room.

Now he was alone with the cat. He didn't call it by its name. Oh no, no…that would be too good for it. The damned thing was anything but God's messenger, which his love had named her after. It was more like devil spawn.

He was more of a dog person anyway.

But when he sat down on the sofa, the cat jumped up next to him and lightly pawed at his hand. Looking down at it, he wondered if throwing it out the window would be a good option, only to reconsider a moment later when he had it in mid air, holding it with both his hands. He didn't mean too, but he made eye contact with it for the briefest second.

"Joe…I heard something." Françoise stopped under the umbrella and looked around for the sound. "Hm? What was it?"

"Uh…there it is again!" she said moving one of her hands up to her left ear.

Joe still confused looked around. "I didn't hear anything…"

Without warning she ran off into one of the back alleys of Tokyo, and disappeared nearly out of sight. Following closely, he found her kneeling next to a sodden brown cardboard box, which had been obviously left there. Coming to a stop near her, he looked over her shoulder to find a, what would've been, white kitten with large, round green eyes, soaking wet just like it's cardboard box.

Looking up at him, Françoise had a pleading look in her eyes. "Joe, can we take it back?" she asked.

He looked at both of them and found similarities in their eyes. Both emeralds, both wide, and both pleading. He shrugged. "You don't have to ask me you know. It's totally up to you if you want to take it with you," he said with a shrug and a small smile.

Her smile widened and she picked the cat up and eased it into her coat. "C'mon. Let's get you dry," she said holding it close.

The cat's head poked out from the top of her coat where the two sides met at a point and looked at Joe.

The same eyes looked at him again, but healthier. The Rag doll cat as it was later identified mewed softly making Joe's resolve not so strong anymore. He sighed heavily and set it down on the sofa. He couldn't throw it out the window…

Slumping down onto the sofa in defeat, he rested his head on the back cushion with his eyes closed. But once again, the cat pawed at his hand begging for a pat. He looked down at it after bringing his head back up and gave a small smile.

"She spoils you, you know?" he said while patting it roughly. No matter how rash he was though, it was grateful for the attention and on some level, in his mind, he could relate to the need for affection.

It purred away while he continued to pat it, and soon seconds turned into minutes…


The routine was when she came home, he would greet her and ask her how her walk was. This ritual came about from lack of anything to do. They couldn't work momentarily as they were all 'dead', and mostly Chang forced G.B to work instead of them to pay for the meals he consumed at the restaurant. But today was different.

It was silent and he wasn't there.

Looking around, she couldn't find him on first glance so she decided to put a sleeping Ivan in his cot before looking around for him. The first stop was his room, but that was empty. Next, she looked in her room – not there either. So walking downstairs, she met a silver hair German who kindly told her where Joe was.

But after Albert's directions, she found Joe on one of the sofas in the living room with Gabby asleep on his chest. Smiling at the sight – and at herself for being so stupid- she walked over to the side of the sofa and brushed some of the hair away from Joe's face softly. Deciding she wanted a hug, she tried to pick gabby up, only to find that she wouldn't move…

She tried many times after that, trying to get the cat off of him without waking him, only for it to be in vain.

Standing upright, she put her hands on her hips and frowned. All she wanted was to snuggle up to him, and her cat got in the way. She loved Gabby, she really did. From the day she'd brought her home and even when the cat had scratched her. But now, as it snuggled up to him and she couldn't…

She stopped and froze.

"I'm not jealous…am I?"


For once, I decided to change it around so Joe was the jealous one…you never see those types of fan fictions anymore! It's always Fran who gets jealous. But hey, the last part was a little hypocritical.

-Shrugs-

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