Author's Note: Decided to finish writing this chapter and get it up even though I'm not in the best of moods. I had stupid jury duty today and ….ah screw it this story is M rated anyway. Fuck my luck; I'm now on some stupid criminal trial. I'm sad and mad and torn up. I figured writing would help but not really. Not even listening to My Chem is helping. Ok, enough of my ramble, here is a little more of the story.

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It was a rare occurrence but Fun Ghoul actually woke up before everyone else. He grabbed his boots from the floor by the table and pulled them on. He glanced over at his lover. Poison's red hair hung limply across his eyes. Ghoul reached out a hand and lightly brushed the hair behind Poison's ear. Standing and moving a different table, he pulled one leg under his body. He stared out the window, daydreaming about everything that had happened to them since becoming Killjoys. He pulled out his green ray gun and lightly ran his finger over the almost completely faded letters that spelled out Fun Ghoul. It wasn't suppose to be his name at first. He just thought it would be fun for his gun to have a name and him to be the nameless one. They all did. Then he thought about how cool it would be to have a gun named Fun Ghoul. He smiled at the memory.

Time seemed to fade back to the first time they met Show Pony. The brightly clothed boy on roller blades spoke animatedly at them for over an hour before finally slowing enough to guess at their names. Pointing to each of them in turn he said the names of their guns. Jet Star had been the first to say anything after that. They found out that someone named Dr. Death Defying was using their gun names as handles for the Killjoys themselves. Poison had just shrugged and said something about it being too late now to try to correct them.

Fun Ghoul laughed to himself a little. A noticeable creek of the wooden floor sounded behind him. Spinning quickly and pointing his gun at the chest of whoever was trying to sneak up on him. Ghoul sighed. Bullet stood behind him, her head nodding slightly. Her vacant eyes could almost be telling him to shoot her right now. Ghoul lowered his gun, "You shouldn't sneak up on people."

Bullet's vacant eyes stared deep into his. He squirmed under her stare. Her eyes seemed to bore into him, searching him. He shook his head, breaking himself of the spell her vacant eyes held over him. Getting up slowly, so to not scare her, he smiled, "Hey Bullet, how are you feeling?"

Bullet tilted her head to the side, "I guess Poison was right to laugh at me for calling you smart."

Ghoul shook his dark chocolate locks out of his eyes, "I meant do you still feel like you are going to throw up or do you want some food? I think there are a couple of cans of Power Pup around here. We might have to make another run if Cherri doesn't bring some back with her."

Bullet blinked slowly, "I think I can eat something. And I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to get sick on you."

Ghoul waved her off. He walked over to the kitchen type area. The door had long been ripped off, so even in the kitchen he could still keep his eyes on her. He grabbed two cans of Power Pup and used the can opener to slice them open. Walking out with the cans and two sporks, he spoke softly, "Think nothing of it. Poison, well, he used to have a bit of a problem with some stuff and well before we were lovers we were best friends. I was always there with him. Holding back his long hair, making him hangover cures. The works. I'm kinda used to being thrown up on."

Bullet looked over at Poison. He was still asleep but she could see his one arm moving searching out the missing person. He would probably wake up when his arm failed to find said person. Bullet could feel the sides of her lips perk up, "You really love him don't you?"

Ghoul nodded, "Yeah. More than either of us realized before he got shot. It was all fun and games before that. Before we went on that last mission to get back Missile Kid, I told him just how much I loved him and if he died then I would. When I saw that shot go through his chin, I really thought I lost him. I didn't care anymore. I shoved Jet and Missile out the door and went suicidal. I didn't care if I died because I didn't have Poison anymore. When I awoke hours later to find I was still alive, I knew that Poison had to be too. I made Kobra and Jet come with me. I knew there was only one place they would take him outside of Battery City. Zone One. It was the training center for Dracs. Korse has wanted us ever since the first time we disturbed one of his plans."

Bullet nodded along with everything that Ghoul said. His words seemed to put her in a trance. She fumbled for words before finding what she wanted to say, "That's beautiful. I wonder if Sean is looking for me."

Ghoul reached over and lightly touched her arm, "I'm sure he is. As long as he wasn't Draced then I'm sure he is with another Killjoy group hoping to break in there and find you."

Bullet rubbed at her forehead, "Strange."

Ghoul looked at her worried, "What'sa matter Sugar?"

Bullet stared at him again. Only this time her eyes weren't vacant. A small spark seemed to hide deep within them, "I don't know. Parts of my head just hurt. Like something wants to come out but can't. I think I should lie down again."

Ghoul nodded, "That's fine. Rest. You've had a rough day since yesterday."

Bullet slowly stood and walked over to the table that had been her bed. She laid down on top and slightly turned her head to look at Ghoul, "Thank you."

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Author's Note: Yeah, that's where I'm ending it for now. I kinda wanted a nice little thoughtful chapter with some sweet stuff thrown in. Next chapter. Show Pony shows up. Maybe. Maybe some Jet Star and Kobra Kid stuff. They need some loving in this fic. That and my boyfriend is a bassist so I gotta give some love to Mikey.