The next morning Ed woke up, happily finding Spike still sleeping. He had bent his body so his head rested in the palm of his hand while his elbow sat on the armrest of the chair. The little green bear was still on his lap but oddly he looked like he was looking up at Spike. As if on cue Spike moved in his seat, waking up. He looked down at the bear and screamed almost like a girl. Jumping up he looked over to Ed who was cracking up.
"You thought that was funny, didn't you?"
"Oh, hell yeah."
"I think I may have to teach you a lesson or two little girl."
"Bring it on old man."
"I'm not old. At least I don't act old.. Do I?"
"Not at all Spike. If anything you act like someone my age."
"That was a good prank though." He tossed the bear at Ed and smiled.
She caught the bear and tossed it back. "I know I'm good. Now tell me what kind of lesson you'll teach me. I love to learn."
He let the bear hit him then fall to the ground. "I'll teach you something you'll never forget." He leaned on the bed bringing his face close to Elisabeth's. His eyes meeting hers as he spoke. "My lessons will make you have a new look on life."
"A.. And what is that?" She swallowed hard as she looked back into his mismatched eyes.
Spike's voice dropped as leaned even closer to her, the tip of his nose almost touching hers.
"I'll teach you what a real prank is." He smiled and winked then pulled his face back, the smile mostly from the red across Ed's cheeks.
"You ass." Elisabeth muttered.
"Jet told me to keep my hands to myself and that's what I plan on doing."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"He doesn't want me to do something like this." Spike put a hand lightly on her cheek, stroking her flesh with his thumb. Her face turning warm under his touch.
"But I can see you're doing it anyways."
"Do you want me to stop?" He kept the same low tone in his voice.
There was a problem in her answering. Did she want to say yes and find out he was messing with her or say no and push him away if he really liked her?
"No, it's fine. Not like you're making me uncomfortable or anything."
The two lost eye contact when a nurse walked in. She smiled as Spike took a step back letting his hand return to his side.
"Am I interrupting anything?"
"Nope. Is it time for me to change my bandages?"
"Yeah." She looked at Spike and smiled.
"Do I have to leave?"
"You can stay but you may have to turn around while I get wrapped. I'm still not comfortable enough with you to let you see me topless."
Spike's face turned red as he looked at Ed then sharply turned to face the door.
"I have to go get something to eat. See ya later Elisabeth."
"Bye bye Spike."
Later that afternoon Ed was let out of the hospital. The Bebop felt so full with everyone there. And everything was calm, or at least it was calm. As soon as everyone relaxed there was a knock at the hanger door. Jet got up and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Why hello. My name is Bob Bobby Bobette."
"Um, hi?"
The strange man busted through the door and walked himself to the main room where Alice, Spike and Ed were sitting. His tall body paired with light green hair bowed as he began talking.
"Hello all. I come from the Bobette and Sons Company. I come to you today to see if you'd like any of the fallowing jobs done."
Jet walked back into the main room and sighed, another door-to-door salesmen.
"But.." Spike was cut off.
"I do windows, doors, floors, sinks, tubs, carpets, rugs, lampshades, ovens, range tops. Do you have a stain that just won't come out? I can't promise I'll get them out but I can try my hardest."
The four watched the man all their right eyes twitching slightly.
"I can bathe your pets, take care of the sick and injured. I can make dinner and then entertain with my stand up comedy."
"Get out." Snapped Jet.
"No, it's the truth. I cost only forty-nine Woolongs a hour."
"I said GET OUT!"
Mr. Bobette smiled and kept talking. "My price may seem steep but in the long run it's the best price for someone like me."
A few minutes pasted before Spike got up and began to chase Mr. Bobette. The man ran, running out of the main room fallowed by Spike. When he returned he was riding on a motorized scooter. "I'm guessing you kind folks don't need my aid."
"If you don't leave you'll be needing medical aid."
"Good day to you all." He nodded then left.
"Ok, what the hell just happened?" Ed blinked and looked around.
"Hell if I know." Jet said gruffly.
"I think you should be resting Elisabeth."
"Fine, I'm going." She stood up shakily. Quickly Spike jumped up to help her.
"C'mon Ed." He picked her up and walked off towards her room.
"Those two are so cute."
"I never seen Spike like this, it's creepy."
"Who knows, Spike could be the one for Ed."
"The day he settles down is the day I give up bounty hunting!"
Spike walked down the halls of the Bebop holding Ed.
"I'm not a baby, you don't need to carry me."
"Yes I do. You're still weak and you don't need any extra stress."
"Fine. Do as you wish."
"That's what I thought."
Instead of taking Ed to her new room he took her to his room. Gently he placed her on his bed then walked towards the door.
"Why did you bring me here?"
He shrugged then smiled. "Just felt like the right thing to do at the time. You get some sleep ok?"
"I will thanks."
She watched Spike leave, smiling as she let her nose press against his pillow. His smell fresh on the air of the bed. The scent she couldn't pin point, mainly the smell of smoke and whatever kind of shampoo he used. It was just like when he first left but now he wasn't gone. She wanted to know where he would be sleeping. Hopefully he wouldn't sleep on the couch. She would happily give him his bed back if he even thought about sleeping on that evil sofa.
Later that night Elisabeth woke up. She was having nightmares and also needed a drink. Walking into the main room she found Spike on the couch, a magazine over his face and his hands under his head.
"Spike, Spike." She whispered, leaning over the couch. Yet he didn't wake, just moved rolling onto his side.
Elisabeth shook him lightly. "Spike, wake up!"
"Huh? What's wrong?" He sat up rubbing his face then his eyes.
"Go to bed. I know how uncomfortable that couch can be so go back to your own bed. I'm going to my bed, get your ass in your own."
"Right, right I'm going."
They walked together until they split off to go their own ways. Spike was so tired he almost forgot to get out of his day clothes and as soon as his head hit his pillow he was out. Ed was the same way; she was out as soon as the covers were pulled up around her shoulders.
"You thought that was funny, didn't you?"
"Oh, hell yeah."
"I think I may have to teach you a lesson or two little girl."
"Bring it on old man."
"I'm not old. At least I don't act old.. Do I?"
"Not at all Spike. If anything you act like someone my age."
"That was a good prank though." He tossed the bear at Ed and smiled.
She caught the bear and tossed it back. "I know I'm good. Now tell me what kind of lesson you'll teach me. I love to learn."
He let the bear hit him then fall to the ground. "I'll teach you something you'll never forget." He leaned on the bed bringing his face close to Elisabeth's. His eyes meeting hers as he spoke. "My lessons will make you have a new look on life."
"A.. And what is that?" She swallowed hard as she looked back into his mismatched eyes.
Spike's voice dropped as leaned even closer to her, the tip of his nose almost touching hers.
"I'll teach you what a real prank is." He smiled and winked then pulled his face back, the smile mostly from the red across Ed's cheeks.
"You ass." Elisabeth muttered.
"Jet told me to keep my hands to myself and that's what I plan on doing."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"He doesn't want me to do something like this." Spike put a hand lightly on her cheek, stroking her flesh with his thumb. Her face turning warm under his touch.
"But I can see you're doing it anyways."
"Do you want me to stop?" He kept the same low tone in his voice.
There was a problem in her answering. Did she want to say yes and find out he was messing with her or say no and push him away if he really liked her?
"No, it's fine. Not like you're making me uncomfortable or anything."
The two lost eye contact when a nurse walked in. She smiled as Spike took a step back letting his hand return to his side.
"Am I interrupting anything?"
"Nope. Is it time for me to change my bandages?"
"Yeah." She looked at Spike and smiled.
"Do I have to leave?"
"You can stay but you may have to turn around while I get wrapped. I'm still not comfortable enough with you to let you see me topless."
Spike's face turned red as he looked at Ed then sharply turned to face the door.
"I have to go get something to eat. See ya later Elisabeth."
"Bye bye Spike."
Later that afternoon Ed was let out of the hospital. The Bebop felt so full with everyone there. And everything was calm, or at least it was calm. As soon as everyone relaxed there was a knock at the hanger door. Jet got up and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Why hello. My name is Bob Bobby Bobette."
"Um, hi?"
The strange man busted through the door and walked himself to the main room where Alice, Spike and Ed were sitting. His tall body paired with light green hair bowed as he began talking.
"Hello all. I come from the Bobette and Sons Company. I come to you today to see if you'd like any of the fallowing jobs done."
Jet walked back into the main room and sighed, another door-to-door salesmen.
"But.." Spike was cut off.
"I do windows, doors, floors, sinks, tubs, carpets, rugs, lampshades, ovens, range tops. Do you have a stain that just won't come out? I can't promise I'll get them out but I can try my hardest."
The four watched the man all their right eyes twitching slightly.
"I can bathe your pets, take care of the sick and injured. I can make dinner and then entertain with my stand up comedy."
"Get out." Snapped Jet.
"No, it's the truth. I cost only forty-nine Woolongs a hour."
"I said GET OUT!"
Mr. Bobette smiled and kept talking. "My price may seem steep but in the long run it's the best price for someone like me."
A few minutes pasted before Spike got up and began to chase Mr. Bobette. The man ran, running out of the main room fallowed by Spike. When he returned he was riding on a motorized scooter. "I'm guessing you kind folks don't need my aid."
"If you don't leave you'll be needing medical aid."
"Good day to you all." He nodded then left.
"Ok, what the hell just happened?" Ed blinked and looked around.
"Hell if I know." Jet said gruffly.
"I think you should be resting Elisabeth."
"Fine, I'm going." She stood up shakily. Quickly Spike jumped up to help her.
"C'mon Ed." He picked her up and walked off towards her room.
"Those two are so cute."
"I never seen Spike like this, it's creepy."
"Who knows, Spike could be the one for Ed."
"The day he settles down is the day I give up bounty hunting!"
Spike walked down the halls of the Bebop holding Ed.
"I'm not a baby, you don't need to carry me."
"Yes I do. You're still weak and you don't need any extra stress."
"Fine. Do as you wish."
"That's what I thought."
Instead of taking Ed to her new room he took her to his room. Gently he placed her on his bed then walked towards the door.
"Why did you bring me here?"
He shrugged then smiled. "Just felt like the right thing to do at the time. You get some sleep ok?"
"I will thanks."
She watched Spike leave, smiling as she let her nose press against his pillow. His smell fresh on the air of the bed. The scent she couldn't pin point, mainly the smell of smoke and whatever kind of shampoo he used. It was just like when he first left but now he wasn't gone. She wanted to know where he would be sleeping. Hopefully he wouldn't sleep on the couch. She would happily give him his bed back if he even thought about sleeping on that evil sofa.
Later that night Elisabeth woke up. She was having nightmares and also needed a drink. Walking into the main room she found Spike on the couch, a magazine over his face and his hands under his head.
"Spike, Spike." She whispered, leaning over the couch. Yet he didn't wake, just moved rolling onto his side.
Elisabeth shook him lightly. "Spike, wake up!"
"Huh? What's wrong?" He sat up rubbing his face then his eyes.
"Go to bed. I know how uncomfortable that couch can be so go back to your own bed. I'm going to my bed, get your ass in your own."
"Right, right I'm going."
They walked together until they split off to go their own ways. Spike was so tired he almost forgot to get out of his day clothes and as soon as his head hit his pillow he was out. Ed was the same way; she was out as soon as the covers were pulled up around her shoulders.