Disclaimer: I don't own the ever-cool Cowboy Bebop. Nor do I own "Tossing and Turning," that rockin' oldie song by Bobby Lewis.
A/N: Okay, I admit it: a new idea struck my fancy. More ideas are swimming through my brain as I write this. Which one to write first...? Originally completed 8/11/11. My birthday. :D I couldn't possibly have more fun than writing a story, after all! Please review...as a present? And the lines between the text represent scene changes.
Rated K.
My Pillow Upside Down
The whole incident might never have happened if Ed hadn't been wearing her goggles. When she had her goggles on, no one could tell if she was awake or asleep. So when she shuffled over to the couch and dropped a pillow on Faye's head, the dark-haired beauty wasn't exactly pleased. Especially since, until Ed showed up, Faye had been snoring peacefully.
Edward was new to the Bebop crew—and besides, she normally slept in the service corridors. How was Faye to know that Ed was a sleepwalker? And with the goggles covering the girl's closed eyes, how could Faye know that Edward was actually asleep?
No, to Faye's ignorant gaze, Ed was just a kid ruining her beauty sleep at a time when all respectable Earthlings (not to mention Martians and Ganymedes) should be in bed. And Faye was not happy about it. "Why, you little—!" she growled, whacking Ed in the head with a couch cushion. Thus, unbeknowest to all but Ed, Ed woke up. Her blue eyes opened behind her goggles just in time to give her warning as Faye swung at her again. The young hacker bent back out of the way, put her hands on the floor, and flipped over backwards onto her feet.
"Huh? Did Edward do something wrong?" she asked.
"Don't try that lame excuse on me!" snapped Faye. "You think waking me up in the middle of the night is funny?"
"Ed wake you up. . ." Edward said aloud. Now the decision lay before her: play it safe, or play dumb. She could go back to bed . . . or continue to bait Faye. Ed instantly decided to be daring. On the Hammerhead, fun was much harder to come by than sleep. "Hee-hee. Yay, Ed wake Faye-Faye up! Wake up! Go to sleep. Beauty sleep. Faye-Faye needs it, you know. More beauty sleep. Lots more. Years and years—"
"All right, that's it!" Faye bellowed, snatching up her cushion once more and diving at Ed. "Grrr—you little brat!" Ed giggled and moved fluidly around Faye—and picked up her dropped pillow along the way.
With all the squeals floating up the stairwell, it was impossible for a bounty hunter to get any sleep. Spike at first tried mightily to tune the noise out—not because he was a particularly forgiving type, but because he really would have rather just ignored it and gone back to sleep.
But after ten minutes of the hullaballoo, enough was enough.
Seething now, Spike rolled off his mattress and dug around in the sheets to find himself a shirt. Jet groaned in the bed across the room. "Hey, now, Spike—you turning this place into a war zone isn't gonna help matters."
"Oh, this is war," his partner replied grimly. Jet groaned again and put his pillow over his head. But Spike grabbed it for himself, and all the other pillows on the two beds.
Clothed in a dress shirt and boxers, armed and dangerous, Spike left the room at full tilt.
When he got downstairs, he saw Faye chasing Ed round and round the living room (if it could be called that), swinging at the girl with a cushion and always missing. Ein had added to the din by starting to bark up a storm. Spike shouted at the top of his voice, "You're gonna be sorry you made me come down here!"
Both Faye and Edward jumped, startled. They had the same nervous expressions. Faye took one look at the ugly glare on his face and protested, "Ed started it!"
"Like I care!" Spike snarled, throwing himself into the fray. He whammed Faye right in the face with a pillow, and she went down. Flat on her back, she threw the pillow off and rolled away as he came at her again. Then she took the offensive.
Now, to be fair, Faye was good. She swung hard and fast, and didn't waste any effort on moves that wouldn't get her anywhere.
It was just that Spike was better. As if they were in a boxing match, he blocked many of her pillow blows with his forearms and wove around most of the others. The one time Faye managed to score a hit on his green head, she found out to her dismay that he had let her hit him. That way, he lured her close enough to punch her in the stomach with a pillow.
Faye went down again, and this time, Spike brought a pillow crashing down on her face to keep her down.
Next, he went for the dog, who was driving him crazy. Ein yelped and tried to run away with his tail between his legs, but Spike dumped an armload of pillows on top of him and finished the job with a laundry basket. A basket which was solid metal and used on the Hammerhead to carry tools and other maintenance goods. It was pretty hard to escape from, if you were a Corgie trapped underneath it.
Edward beheld the fight scene with dismay. "Take cover!" she howled, diving behind the sofa. Her shriek only served to make it easier for Spike to track her. He whirled around, vaulted over the couch, and came up triumphantly with Ed in his grasp.
"You're the one who's causing all this racket, you little rugrat!" he yelled. Ed struggled to pull her collar free of him.
"Ed is sorry; Ed is sorry!" she wailed. Spike grinned at her in an evil way.
"Not yet, you're not," he promised her. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed her onto the sofa. Before she could get up, he threw at least a dozen pillows on top of her. The scream coming from underneath was nothing more than a high, whining note. Then he stood on top of his mountain and warned the general vicinity, "And this had better not happen again!"
All was quiet once he stormed out of the room. From a teeny gap in the mound of pillows, Edward's arm shakily poked out, pointer finger up in the air. Her voice muffled, she declared,
"Spike wins."
See you, Space Cowboy. . .
