Jet tossed the noodles and broccoli from the pan into the air and back
again. He knew he should have left by now, Faye didn't seem like herself,
but he obstinately remained on the ship. This was all probably a ploy to
get him to accept his former comrades back into his fold. He wasn't going
to do that.
He wandered over to the fridge to peek in and see if he could find anything interesting to fry up with the noodles. Nothing. Shit.
That woman was mighty clever. He had almost gone rushing off to find her when he saw that she had tears in her eyes. He didn't believe he could have ever stood for a girl crying but he managed to hold his ground. Faye was shifty. He decided to let her stew for a bit. She had said Spike was alright, anyways.
He thought that there'd be more food around now that he was alone but he was still almost starving. He had been eating the noodles boiled for days now. It was like being stranded on a desert island with only coconuts to eat for months. He couldn't handle it anymore. He decided to fry up the noodles after boiling them this time. He had also managed to track down some broccoli although he wasn't sure how long it had been sitting in the fridge. It was still mostly green. He cut off all the brown bits. What he really wanted right now was some cheese and bread. Something thick and heavy. Or some pepper and carrot soup. He could feel his stomach begin to feed on itself.
He brought the pan and some chopsticks over to the couch. There wasn't much of a point in serving up the food on a plate since he was the only one here. 'The Enforcer' had started so he settled and put his feet up on the coffee table.
Clint Eastwood just had something about him. He wasn't a brilliant actor as such but he had something. The same thing Spike had. The same thing Jet believed he had. The thing that made him want to become a cop. He finished up the noodles and broccoli then rubbed unconsciously at his prosthetic arm. Sometimes it still felt like it was itching. He laughed when he thought of how Spike had managed to come out of so many horrid situations without a single amputation. Well, besides his eye, anyways. By rights he should have been a crash-test dummy by now, made entirely of fake bits and pieces. He cursed and thanked God at the same time for Spike's amazing luck.
Had Faye actually been crying?
Not that he thought she was an emotionless monster but even when they thought Spike was dead she had lain about the ship stolid and silent. She hadn't cried once. If she had, Jet hadn't caught her. She was pretty conniving, though. She probably had something to gain bringing he and Spike back together but he couldn't think of what. Women were so friggin' greedy that way.
Jet stood and headed for the bathroom during the commercial break. It seems the broccoli wasn't good after all.
He wandered over to the fridge to peek in and see if he could find anything interesting to fry up with the noodles. Nothing. Shit.
That woman was mighty clever. He had almost gone rushing off to find her when he saw that she had tears in her eyes. He didn't believe he could have ever stood for a girl crying but he managed to hold his ground. Faye was shifty. He decided to let her stew for a bit. She had said Spike was alright, anyways.
He thought that there'd be more food around now that he was alone but he was still almost starving. He had been eating the noodles boiled for days now. It was like being stranded on a desert island with only coconuts to eat for months. He couldn't handle it anymore. He decided to fry up the noodles after boiling them this time. He had also managed to track down some broccoli although he wasn't sure how long it had been sitting in the fridge. It was still mostly green. He cut off all the brown bits. What he really wanted right now was some cheese and bread. Something thick and heavy. Or some pepper and carrot soup. He could feel his stomach begin to feed on itself.
He brought the pan and some chopsticks over to the couch. There wasn't much of a point in serving up the food on a plate since he was the only one here. 'The Enforcer' had started so he settled and put his feet up on the coffee table.
Clint Eastwood just had something about him. He wasn't a brilliant actor as such but he had something. The same thing Spike had. The same thing Jet believed he had. The thing that made him want to become a cop. He finished up the noodles and broccoli then rubbed unconsciously at his prosthetic arm. Sometimes it still felt like it was itching. He laughed when he thought of how Spike had managed to come out of so many horrid situations without a single amputation. Well, besides his eye, anyways. By rights he should have been a crash-test dummy by now, made entirely of fake bits and pieces. He cursed and thanked God at the same time for Spike's amazing luck.
Had Faye actually been crying?
Not that he thought she was an emotionless monster but even when they thought Spike was dead she had lain about the ship stolid and silent. She hadn't cried once. If she had, Jet hadn't caught her. She was pretty conniving, though. She probably had something to gain bringing he and Spike back together but he couldn't think of what. Women were so friggin' greedy that way.
Jet stood and headed for the bathroom during the commercial break. It seems the broccoli wasn't good after all.