Nowhere Man
Author: Liz Camp
Warnings: All I want is LOVE & PEACE....and some yaoi. Eventually.
Disclaimer: Tribop Man isn't mine... see how combining words saves you time? Its splendaboulous
Author's notes: Chapter 4, and the plot marches on....
I'm really amazed at the positive feedback I'm getting from this one...it's starting to take over time from my first fic, darnit! Who knew there was a market for TriBop? Ya'll are as crazy as I am!
Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
-Nowhere Man, the Beatles
Previous Chapter--
Faye smiled sweetly at Jet. "Odds are he's a better cook than you."
"Shuddup, Faye, you're not helping." Spike glared at her, and walked towards the doorway, intent on explaining the mechanics of the thing, or maybe just shoving his friends through it and watching them scream.
----Chapter 4
"-aaaah! What the hell?!" Jet and Faye lurched through the door, followed by a very smug looking Spike.
"Hello strangers! Through with your reunion?" Vash waved enthusiastically from behind a counter of some sort. Spike looked at the room, taking in his surroundings.
"Yeah, what is this place?" The three cowboys were standing in a fairly large room, filled with cafeteria-style tables and one long counter lined by stools. Currently, the counter was overflowing with a huge amount of food, all of which smelled absolutely delicious. There were place settings at four of the stools next to the rather artful looking arrangement.
"Wow...look at this setup Jet, why can't you cook like that?" Faye elbowed her friend, earning herself a sideways death-glare.
"I can, we just never have enough money for me to."
"Settle down kids," Spike put a hand on Jet's shoulder, "Jet, I know you can cook. I remember when we used to be able to actually *afford* a dinner like this."
"Until a certain someone weaseled her way into our lives," Jet grumbled.
"Yeah, but she's our weasel." Spike winked at Jet, getting a half-smirk in return.
"Hey, I'm right here you know."
"You say something Faye?"
Faye rolled her eyes, "Not a damn thing. Jerks."
"Well then, if I'm not interrupting something, there's plenty to eat, so everyone help yourselves! Ask if you want anything else, and try the donuts! I made them myself but there not as good as the ones in this little bakery on Mars...they're just so golden and flaky and...anyway...enjoy!"
"No man, this is great," Jet started filling a plate, "you gonna eat?"
"Yeah, I was just waiting-"
"I insist, cook goes first." Jet grinned at Vash humorlessly, Vash just shrugged.
"If you insist, hey, I'm not complaining." The plant loaded his own plate, sat down on a nearby stool and began stuffing his face, pausing occasionally to swallow. Jet nodded, satisfied, and sat down next to the tall blonde, eating from his own plate. The other two followed Jet's example, Spike sitting beside Jet and Faye nearest the food.
"So, uhh...Vash is it? What business are you in anyway?" Vash paused in his feast, looking over at the muscular man next to him and shrugging.
"This and that. Mostly I do supply runs for my brother's projects. I like to wander, meet people, help out where I can with what I can...how about you?
"Bounty hunters." Vash's fork clattered to the table. His right eye twitched slightly.
"Rea-" Vash squeaked, then cleared his throat. "Really?" The second try sounded near normal. Jet appraised the blonde, he was definitely hiding something, the sooner Jet could get the Bebop and it's onboard criminal database online, the better.
"Wow! Who would have thought...real live bounty hunters here! On my ship! This *is* special." Vash grinned, his eyes darting around the room desperately.
"Excuse me for sounding rude, but you don't seem all that thrilled by our chosen profession."
"Oh, it's not *that*, it's just that I've had a few past unpleasant experiences with bounty hunters and major property damage. But there are no bounties here, so I trust my ship will stay in one piece. It will, wont it? No blowing it up...no shooting holes through it...say, you don't own a giant metal boomerang, do you?"
"No...just my fishing ship." Jet watched Vash, puzzled.
"Ah...good. Speaking of your ship, as soon as you're done eating we should go and look at it. Whoever wants to come, that is. I have rooms that are made up if you want to rest instead."
Faye raised her glass, smiling, "Here's to resting in a private room." Spike rolled his eyes at the woman.
"You've never helped with the repairs before, why aren't I surprised you're not gonna now?" Faye stuck her tongue out at him. Jet stood up, finished, and turned to Vash.
"The Bebop is pretty wrecked, are you sure you have the parts to fix it?" Vash nodded enthusiastically.
"No problem, I have pretty much everything here, but I need to stop by Earth anyway, y'know, have to pick up a package. Anything I don't have we can get easily enough."
"Right. I appreciate this, but I'm kind of confused on one thing."
"What's that?"
"Why are you doing this? I mean, why inconvenience yourself to help complete strangers?" Vash watched Jet silently, considering. He finally nodded.
"Good Karma." Vash winked, grabbing Jet's arm and pulling him over to the door. He programmed the door quickly, glancing around the dining room. "Anyone else coming?"
"Yeah, wait up." Spike stuffed the last few bites of whatever into his mouth, swallowing he joined the two men. "What about you Faye?"
"That private room thing sounds nice, Mr. Vash." Faye smiled sweetly, "If you would just tell me how to get there, I'd be more than happy to find my own way."
"Oh no, I can't have such a beautiful young lady wander the halls by herself, now can I? I've programmed the door to take you to your room after we leave, anyway. If you need anything, there's a comm in your room, so just give a ring, Seeya!" Vash waved to the woman, pushing Spike and Jet through the doorway, then disappearing after them.
As soon as the three men left, the smile on Faye's lips turned into a deep scowl. There went her chance to investigate. Ah well, she'd win him over with her charm, and he'd tell her anything she wanted. This goof was just too nice for his own good.
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"Would you just hold still? I'm trying to pull it out!"
"Your doing it wrong. You've got to push it in a little, twist, then pull out."
"Don't tell me how to do it; I've been doing this since you were a kid."
"Yeah, doing it *wrong*."
"Oh, for God's sake!" Jet threw his hands up in the air, "you want to do it so badly, go ahead and try!"
Spike grinned at Jet, "There, done. That's one more part we have to replace."
"Yeah, yeah, Mr. Smart ass, now move so I can fix the gravity." Spike stood up, overemphasizing the motion, and moved out of Jet's path.
"Yes sir, Mr. Ship Expert, sir!" Jet grumbled under his breath, taking a drag off the smoldering cigarette dangling from his lips. Spike nearly moaned. "Hey Jet, do you happen to have another cigarette?"
Jet looked up at the standing figure, his face a mask of annoyance, "This is my last one, dammit. It seems *someone* mooched all the others off of me.
Spike bent down beside his friend, gently removing the lit cigarette from his lips. He took a deep drag, then handed the stick back to Jet, winking when he did.
"I needed that." Jet stared at him, wide-eyed.
"Damn Spike, warn me before you do shit like that."
"Ehh, you know you like me anyway." Jet went back to grumbling and cursing over the equipment he was disassembling, and trying like hell to ignore the blush spreading across his face.
"Hey guys, I got that doohickey you wanted!" Vash poked his head over some equipment and waved.
"Good," Jet sat up, grimacing and rubbing the small of his back, "all we really need now is a gravity stabilizer and a few propulsion rods. Then I can go back to fixing the damn computer network." Jet sighed, "I miss Ed...she could have had the system online in half a day." Vash smiled weakly.
"Uhh...I kind of already fixed your network. Everything should be up internally, and your connection to the wired is functioning again." Jet looked taken aback at that.
"Shit, really? You just saved me a couple of days, man."
"Hai, hai. No problem, but we're going to need to stop by earth for the gravity thingamajigger. That's good anyway, 'cause I have to pick up some parts and this gift I ordered awhile ago."
"Earth, huh?" Spike leaned against a metal crate, "we could get in contact with Ed there, see how she's doing." Spike shot a meaningful glance at his friend, who nodded back to him. Vash seemed oblivious of their silent communication. Ed was the best technic/hacker around, if anyone could find info on the blonde, she could.
"Good idea, Spike. we haven't talked to Ed in awhile." Vash watched the conversation with interest.
"So...I'll go set a course to Earth, we should be there really soon. Ja ne." Vash waved again, disappearing from sight.
"I wonder what's so important he has to go to a desolate planet like Earth, anyway?" Spike put his hand on Jet's shoulder in response.
"Dunno, but whatever it is, we'll find out soon enough."
A/N Okay...its a filler chapter, but still necessary. What do you think? This fic is starting to take over time used for the other one. I really, really appreciate all the reviews, especially all of you who've reviewed more than once. Till next time!
Author: Liz Camp
Warnings: All I want is LOVE & PEACE....and some yaoi. Eventually.
Disclaimer: Tribop Man isn't mine... see how combining words saves you time? Its splendaboulous
Author's notes: Chapter 4, and the plot marches on....
I'm really amazed at the positive feedback I'm getting from this one...it's starting to take over time from my first fic, darnit! Who knew there was a market for TriBop? Ya'll are as crazy as I am!
Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
-Nowhere Man, the Beatles
Previous Chapter--
Faye smiled sweetly at Jet. "Odds are he's a better cook than you."
"Shuddup, Faye, you're not helping." Spike glared at her, and walked towards the doorway, intent on explaining the mechanics of the thing, or maybe just shoving his friends through it and watching them scream.
----Chapter 4
"-aaaah! What the hell?!" Jet and Faye lurched through the door, followed by a very smug looking Spike.
"Hello strangers! Through with your reunion?" Vash waved enthusiastically from behind a counter of some sort. Spike looked at the room, taking in his surroundings.
"Yeah, what is this place?" The three cowboys were standing in a fairly large room, filled with cafeteria-style tables and one long counter lined by stools. Currently, the counter was overflowing with a huge amount of food, all of which smelled absolutely delicious. There were place settings at four of the stools next to the rather artful looking arrangement.
"Wow...look at this setup Jet, why can't you cook like that?" Faye elbowed her friend, earning herself a sideways death-glare.
"I can, we just never have enough money for me to."
"Settle down kids," Spike put a hand on Jet's shoulder, "Jet, I know you can cook. I remember when we used to be able to actually *afford* a dinner like this."
"Until a certain someone weaseled her way into our lives," Jet grumbled.
"Yeah, but she's our weasel." Spike winked at Jet, getting a half-smirk in return.
"Hey, I'm right here you know."
"You say something Faye?"
Faye rolled her eyes, "Not a damn thing. Jerks."
"Well then, if I'm not interrupting something, there's plenty to eat, so everyone help yourselves! Ask if you want anything else, and try the donuts! I made them myself but there not as good as the ones in this little bakery on Mars...they're just so golden and flaky and...anyway...enjoy!"
"No man, this is great," Jet started filling a plate, "you gonna eat?"
"Yeah, I was just waiting-"
"I insist, cook goes first." Jet grinned at Vash humorlessly, Vash just shrugged.
"If you insist, hey, I'm not complaining." The plant loaded his own plate, sat down on a nearby stool and began stuffing his face, pausing occasionally to swallow. Jet nodded, satisfied, and sat down next to the tall blonde, eating from his own plate. The other two followed Jet's example, Spike sitting beside Jet and Faye nearest the food.
"So, uhh...Vash is it? What business are you in anyway?" Vash paused in his feast, looking over at the muscular man next to him and shrugging.
"This and that. Mostly I do supply runs for my brother's projects. I like to wander, meet people, help out where I can with what I can...how about you?
"Bounty hunters." Vash's fork clattered to the table. His right eye twitched slightly.
"Rea-" Vash squeaked, then cleared his throat. "Really?" The second try sounded near normal. Jet appraised the blonde, he was definitely hiding something, the sooner Jet could get the Bebop and it's onboard criminal database online, the better.
"Wow! Who would have thought...real live bounty hunters here! On my ship! This *is* special." Vash grinned, his eyes darting around the room desperately.
"Excuse me for sounding rude, but you don't seem all that thrilled by our chosen profession."
"Oh, it's not *that*, it's just that I've had a few past unpleasant experiences with bounty hunters and major property damage. But there are no bounties here, so I trust my ship will stay in one piece. It will, wont it? No blowing it up...no shooting holes through it...say, you don't own a giant metal boomerang, do you?"
"No...just my fishing ship." Jet watched Vash, puzzled.
"Ah...good. Speaking of your ship, as soon as you're done eating we should go and look at it. Whoever wants to come, that is. I have rooms that are made up if you want to rest instead."
Faye raised her glass, smiling, "Here's to resting in a private room." Spike rolled his eyes at the woman.
"You've never helped with the repairs before, why aren't I surprised you're not gonna now?" Faye stuck her tongue out at him. Jet stood up, finished, and turned to Vash.
"The Bebop is pretty wrecked, are you sure you have the parts to fix it?" Vash nodded enthusiastically.
"No problem, I have pretty much everything here, but I need to stop by Earth anyway, y'know, have to pick up a package. Anything I don't have we can get easily enough."
"Right. I appreciate this, but I'm kind of confused on one thing."
"What's that?"
"Why are you doing this? I mean, why inconvenience yourself to help complete strangers?" Vash watched Jet silently, considering. He finally nodded.
"Good Karma." Vash winked, grabbing Jet's arm and pulling him over to the door. He programmed the door quickly, glancing around the dining room. "Anyone else coming?"
"Yeah, wait up." Spike stuffed the last few bites of whatever into his mouth, swallowing he joined the two men. "What about you Faye?"
"That private room thing sounds nice, Mr. Vash." Faye smiled sweetly, "If you would just tell me how to get there, I'd be more than happy to find my own way."
"Oh no, I can't have such a beautiful young lady wander the halls by herself, now can I? I've programmed the door to take you to your room after we leave, anyway. If you need anything, there's a comm in your room, so just give a ring, Seeya!" Vash waved to the woman, pushing Spike and Jet through the doorway, then disappearing after them.
As soon as the three men left, the smile on Faye's lips turned into a deep scowl. There went her chance to investigate. Ah well, she'd win him over with her charm, and he'd tell her anything she wanted. This goof was just too nice for his own good.
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"Would you just hold still? I'm trying to pull it out!"
"Your doing it wrong. You've got to push it in a little, twist, then pull out."
"Don't tell me how to do it; I've been doing this since you were a kid."
"Yeah, doing it *wrong*."
"Oh, for God's sake!" Jet threw his hands up in the air, "you want to do it so badly, go ahead and try!"
Spike grinned at Jet, "There, done. That's one more part we have to replace."
"Yeah, yeah, Mr. Smart ass, now move so I can fix the gravity." Spike stood up, overemphasizing the motion, and moved out of Jet's path.
"Yes sir, Mr. Ship Expert, sir!" Jet grumbled under his breath, taking a drag off the smoldering cigarette dangling from his lips. Spike nearly moaned. "Hey Jet, do you happen to have another cigarette?"
Jet looked up at the standing figure, his face a mask of annoyance, "This is my last one, dammit. It seems *someone* mooched all the others off of me.
Spike bent down beside his friend, gently removing the lit cigarette from his lips. He took a deep drag, then handed the stick back to Jet, winking when he did.
"I needed that." Jet stared at him, wide-eyed.
"Damn Spike, warn me before you do shit like that."
"Ehh, you know you like me anyway." Jet went back to grumbling and cursing over the equipment he was disassembling, and trying like hell to ignore the blush spreading across his face.
"Hey guys, I got that doohickey you wanted!" Vash poked his head over some equipment and waved.
"Good," Jet sat up, grimacing and rubbing the small of his back, "all we really need now is a gravity stabilizer and a few propulsion rods. Then I can go back to fixing the damn computer network." Jet sighed, "I miss Ed...she could have had the system online in half a day." Vash smiled weakly.
"Uhh...I kind of already fixed your network. Everything should be up internally, and your connection to the wired is functioning again." Jet looked taken aback at that.
"Shit, really? You just saved me a couple of days, man."
"Hai, hai. No problem, but we're going to need to stop by earth for the gravity thingamajigger. That's good anyway, 'cause I have to pick up some parts and this gift I ordered awhile ago."
"Earth, huh?" Spike leaned against a metal crate, "we could get in contact with Ed there, see how she's doing." Spike shot a meaningful glance at his friend, who nodded back to him. Vash seemed oblivious of their silent communication. Ed was the best technic/hacker around, if anyone could find info on the blonde, she could.
"Good idea, Spike. we haven't talked to Ed in awhile." Vash watched the conversation with interest.
"So...I'll go set a course to Earth, we should be there really soon. Ja ne." Vash waved again, disappearing from sight.
"I wonder what's so important he has to go to a desolate planet like Earth, anyway?" Spike put his hand on Jet's shoulder in response.
"Dunno, but whatever it is, we'll find out soon enough."
A/N Okay...its a filler chapter, but still necessary. What do you think? This fic is starting to take over time used for the other one. I really, really appreciate all the reviews, especially all of you who've reviewed more than once. Till next time!