Nowhere Man
Author: Liz Camp
Warnings: Crazy, wild mansex will be spotted periodically through this fic. Just not yet. You know, this is going to turn into an epic as I see it...so it may be awhile. The plot is holding me hostage, but we will have snugly Spike/Jet action soon.
Disclaimer: Bebop, Trigun and Nowhere Man are not owned by me. I need a hug *sobbing*
Author's notes: Finally, action! (sorry, not the snugly kind). Though Vash does have a nice kind of aerial ballet thing he's doing.
Previous Chapter---
The two took advantage of the confusion, both edging towards the exit, removing their guns from their shoulder holsters and sneaking from cover to cover. Using tables, counters, whatever they could see as a shield from the gunmen, they crept closer to the door.
Midway to the exit, they were spotted.
Chapter 6----
"Shiiiiiit!" Jet ducked as several bullets whizzed over his head. "What the fuck did you do now Spike?!"
"Why is it always my fault?!" Spike screamed over the barrage of gunfire, ducking behind a counter and reloading his gun. He registered Vash's presence kneeling beside him, a very large gun in hand. "I don't care how you got here right now...you know how to use that thing?"
Vash winked at Spike, laying down cover-fire as Jet ran across the room, joining them under their makeshift shield.
"Hey Vash, glad you're here." Jet nodded to the man, then turned to Spike, "Oh, I don't know..." He slammed a second magazine into his gun, exchanging fire with the nearest man, "It's just that BANG the last FIVE times BANG I've been shot at were all BANG related to you. It's funny..." Jet ducked behind the counter, dodging return fire, "...I'm starting to see a pattern BANG!...ha!" Jet grinned as the man went down, Vash looking at him in abject horror.
"Don't kill them!" Spike stared at Vash, disbelief washing over his features.
"What the hell do you think they're trying to do to us?!"
"No one, no matter the circumstances, has the right to take the life of another. Get out of here...both of you. I'll cover you." Vash said sadly, as he reloaded his weapon. Spike unloaded his gun in the direction of the gunmen, then reloaded quickly.
"You sure you'll be okay by yourself?" He managed to shout between rounds. The noise was getting intense, and the smell of gunpowder and heated metal hung in the air. Vash sighed impatiently.
"Yes, yes...just go!" Vash jumped out from behind the counter as soon as there was a pause in gunfire. Spike watched him for a moment, stunned as the gangly looking blond twisted and dived, firing to distract the men. The way he moved...Spike was jerked out of his thoughts by Jet grabbing his arm and dragging him towards the door. They just made it out when they heard return fire from automatic weapons.
"Shit, he's not going to make it through that!" Spike held his gun at ready position, listening carefully to the gunfight. He couldn't hear Vash's gun, but the others were still shooting, so it was likely that Vash wasn't dead yet. As Spike crept closer to the door, intent on at least trying to distract Vash's attackers long enough for all three of them to escape, silence descended on the bar. Spike stopped, listening.
"You think we got him?" One of the gunmen.
"Dunno, where is he?"
"How the fuck should I know?! He wasn't on our target list!"
"Just go look!"
Spike listened to the three remaining men search the bar, they weren't exactly being delicate either. It sounded like they were just tossing the chairs and tables against whatever wall was nearby.
"I tell you guys, this is weird. We have no information on this guy...he just shows up out of the blue, and now we cant find him. It's as if-"
The voice was interrupted by the booming sound of Vash's gun. Spike counted three shots, then something exploded, shaking the ground underneath him. The bar's windows shattered outward as Spike and Jet dove for cover behind a truck parked nearby.
"What the hell was that?" Jet stared at the bar as smoke tendrils rose form the pane-less windows. Spike shrugged at his friend, and slowly stood up, intent on helping Vash.
As soon as Spike neared the bar, Vash stumbled through the door, and fell to the sidewalk. Jet ran up to Vash's prone form.
"Hey man, you okay?" Vash sat up quickly, and sighed melodramatically.
"I just hate being shot at... I hate it, hate it, *hate it*," he whined in a high-pitched voice. Spike rolled his eyes.
"If you're not injured, we should probably get the hell out of here." Spike holstered his weapon, reaching a hand out to Vash to help the man up.
"Yeah, that's a good idea...those guys are going to figure out that I'm gone pretty soon." Vash, mid-way to standing up, froze; a terrified expression on his face.
"What is it?" Jet asked, nervous.
"Oh, dear LORD!"
"What, what...are you hurt? What's wrong?" Spike pulled Vash the rest of the way to his feet, doing a cursory inspection of the blonde, looking for wounds.
"Th-the package! I left Knives' package in the bar!" Vash made a move towards the broken bar door, Jet holding his right arm and Spike his left.
"Hey man, whatever is in that thing, it's not worth your life!" Jet tried to get a better grip on the suprisingly strong man as he struggled and kicked violently.
"No...you don't understand!" Vash pulled away from the two men, trying not to hurt them, "it took me *years* to find that. Knives would *kill* me if I left it behind!"
"Not if you're already dead!" Spike tried to grab Vash as he ran past, Vash just twisted out of his grip, vaulting through the window frame. Gunfire erupted once again.
"What the hell-is he really *that* stupid?" Jet raved as he ducked behind their shelter-truck once more, pulling Spike behind him. Spike knelt down and sighed, removing a cigarette from his new package. He lit the cancer-stick and took a deep drag before responding.
"Or he's that good." As soon as the last word fell from Spike's lips, Vash once again stumbled through the doorway, large package in hands. Shooting followed him out, and Vash seemed unaware of the bullets flying by, stumbling and coughing spastically.
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As Vash stumbled away from the smoke, the three gunmen ran from the building, and spotted Vash gagging nearby. The leader raised his hand signaling for his men to be quiet. He aimed carefully...
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Vash was watching the three men in the reflection from a nearby car...any second now...
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Spike watched with a sinking feeling...they were going to ambush Vash...he couldn't allow that.
--
Vash tensed, completely focused on the gunmen, when...
"Watch out Vash, they're behind you?!"
"Huh?" Vash's head swung towards Spike's voice in the same instant the lead gunman fired. His eyes widened as he cursed himself out for several nano-seconds.
--
Crap, all Spike had managed to do was distract Vash, ensuring his death. Spike kept his gaze focused on the blonde, determined to watch the consequences of his actions, if nothing else. After Vash fell, Spike would attack, and damn the consequences.
But, as the bullets fired, Vash seemed to almost, blink out of existence for a moment, appearing ten feet away from where he'd been.
/How the hell.../
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Vash sighed inwardly, those guys almost had him. Actually hit him, in fact, grazing his left cheek and boy it stung! Vash stumbled, unloading his gun quickly as he tripped over his feet, and, as he fell, threw three bullets. All three gunmen fell a second later, unconcious.
Vash lay there as Spike and Jet rushed over to him, most likely to see what kind of fatal wound he had. This was going to be hard to explain. Also...how was he going to explain being able to move faster than Spike could follow? He thanked the powers that be Jet was reloading his weapon when he performed his 'miraculous act'. Eh...think about it another time. Right now...they had to leave before the bad guys came to.
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"Run!" Vash shouted, getting up quickly, and starting down the street. The two gunmen were forced to follow him at an insane pace.
"You hurt?" Jet managed to pant out, trying to keep up with the two youthful men.
"Naww, just scratched, I've had worse," Vash didn't even sound winded. He slowed his pace to a walk after a few blocks, "I'm pretty sure we've lost them, we should get back to the ship. Jet and Spike wheezed in reply.
They walked together, silent for a few blocks, the two bounty hunters trying to recover. Eventually, Spiked turned to Vash, angry.
"So whatever is in that package is worth your life?" Vash's eyes widened comically.
"Oh, no...well, not really. But Knives would never forgive me if I let his gift blow up, or get shot at or something. I'd much rather face those guys than Knives when he's 'in a mood'. Brr..." Vash shivered. Last time he'd forgotten something promised to his brother was still fresh in his memory.
"Riight." Jet's comm beeped; stopped in the street to flip it open. Faye's face filled the screen, looking uncharacteristically worried.
"Jet! Are Spike and Vash with you?" Jet arched an eyebrow.
"Yeah, what do you want?"
"Get back to the ship *right now*, and make sure no one spots you."
"Little late for that," Spike muttered to himself, and Vash snorted in amusement. Jet gave a dirty look to both men, then turned back to the comm.
"What's going on?" Vash and Spike leaned over Jet to watch Faye.
"I'll explain everything when you get back. How far away are you now?" Spike checked the street names, before answering for Jet.
"We're just around the corner Faye, be there in a moment." Faye nodded.
"Good, hurry up, as soon as you get here, we're taking off."
"Just what the heck happened Faye?" Jet asked as they rounded the corner. They spotted the transport ship and Faye standing out on the deck. Faye flipped her comm shut, waving frantically to the group and making impatient gestures. The three hurried over and boarded the ship, Faye following. She handed a small piece of paper to Vash.
"Here, these are the latitude and longitude coordinates where we're meeting someone who can help us." Spike made a low noise in the back of his throat.
"Not that I mind all the cloak and dagger stuff, really, a woman's got to have her mystery and all, especially approaching old age. But I'd like to know what's going on if it involves me." Faye crossed her arms, and glared at Spike.
"First of all, I'm not old! And I have plenty of mystery in my female charms without having to keep secrets from you, thank you very much!" Faye tossed her laptop to Jet, "Just for that, Jet gets to see first."
Jet sat down in a chair and smirked at Spike, "See, that's what you get for being so impatient," Jet's smirk disappeared and his eyes widened as he took in the contents of the screen, "Holy shit! We're now wanted criminals...worth a bundle too."
"Oh yeah, how much this time?" Spike flicked the tip of his cigarette; somehow he'd managed to hold onto it through their brief run."
"Sixty million woolongs each for Jet, Ed, Vash and me; a whopping one hundred and twenty for lunkhead over there." Faye replied. Vash jerked around quickly from the control panel he was programming coordinates into.
"You're saying...I'm now a wanted man? I have a bounty on me?" He eyes grew inhumanly wide, "not again! I must have killed Lady Luck's first born in a previous life!" Vash collapsed to his knees, head held in hands.
"Hold up on the drama for a second," Spike arched an eyebrow at the pathetic looking heap of blonde in front of him.
"What do you mean, again?"
Vash ignored the question, muttering something about fate and being cursed.
A/N I'm not sure if that action scene went the way I wanted.. but I tried. It's damn hard describing Vash's movements in writing, or the bebop crews reactions...almost as bad as trying to narrate a DBZ fight *whacks head on her desk* Tell me if I'm doing an adequate job
Author: Liz Camp
Warnings: Crazy, wild mansex will be spotted periodically through this fic. Just not yet. You know, this is going to turn into an epic as I see it...so it may be awhile. The plot is holding me hostage, but we will have snugly Spike/Jet action soon.
Disclaimer: Bebop, Trigun and Nowhere Man are not owned by me. I need a hug *sobbing*
Author's notes: Finally, action! (sorry, not the snugly kind). Though Vash does have a nice kind of aerial ballet thing he's doing.
Previous Chapter---
The two took advantage of the confusion, both edging towards the exit, removing their guns from their shoulder holsters and sneaking from cover to cover. Using tables, counters, whatever they could see as a shield from the gunmen, they crept closer to the door.
Midway to the exit, they were spotted.
Chapter 6----
"Shiiiiiit!" Jet ducked as several bullets whizzed over his head. "What the fuck did you do now Spike?!"
"Why is it always my fault?!" Spike screamed over the barrage of gunfire, ducking behind a counter and reloading his gun. He registered Vash's presence kneeling beside him, a very large gun in hand. "I don't care how you got here right now...you know how to use that thing?"
Vash winked at Spike, laying down cover-fire as Jet ran across the room, joining them under their makeshift shield.
"Hey Vash, glad you're here." Jet nodded to the man, then turned to Spike, "Oh, I don't know..." He slammed a second magazine into his gun, exchanging fire with the nearest man, "It's just that BANG the last FIVE times BANG I've been shot at were all BANG related to you. It's funny..." Jet ducked behind the counter, dodging return fire, "...I'm starting to see a pattern BANG!...ha!" Jet grinned as the man went down, Vash looking at him in abject horror.
"Don't kill them!" Spike stared at Vash, disbelief washing over his features.
"What the hell do you think they're trying to do to us?!"
"No one, no matter the circumstances, has the right to take the life of another. Get out of here...both of you. I'll cover you." Vash said sadly, as he reloaded his weapon. Spike unloaded his gun in the direction of the gunmen, then reloaded quickly.
"You sure you'll be okay by yourself?" He managed to shout between rounds. The noise was getting intense, and the smell of gunpowder and heated metal hung in the air. Vash sighed impatiently.
"Yes, yes...just go!" Vash jumped out from behind the counter as soon as there was a pause in gunfire. Spike watched him for a moment, stunned as the gangly looking blond twisted and dived, firing to distract the men. The way he moved...Spike was jerked out of his thoughts by Jet grabbing his arm and dragging him towards the door. They just made it out when they heard return fire from automatic weapons.
"Shit, he's not going to make it through that!" Spike held his gun at ready position, listening carefully to the gunfight. He couldn't hear Vash's gun, but the others were still shooting, so it was likely that Vash wasn't dead yet. As Spike crept closer to the door, intent on at least trying to distract Vash's attackers long enough for all three of them to escape, silence descended on the bar. Spike stopped, listening.
"You think we got him?" One of the gunmen.
"Dunno, where is he?"
"How the fuck should I know?! He wasn't on our target list!"
"Just go look!"
Spike listened to the three remaining men search the bar, they weren't exactly being delicate either. It sounded like they were just tossing the chairs and tables against whatever wall was nearby.
"I tell you guys, this is weird. We have no information on this guy...he just shows up out of the blue, and now we cant find him. It's as if-"
The voice was interrupted by the booming sound of Vash's gun. Spike counted three shots, then something exploded, shaking the ground underneath him. The bar's windows shattered outward as Spike and Jet dove for cover behind a truck parked nearby.
"What the hell was that?" Jet stared at the bar as smoke tendrils rose form the pane-less windows. Spike shrugged at his friend, and slowly stood up, intent on helping Vash.
As soon as Spike neared the bar, Vash stumbled through the door, and fell to the sidewalk. Jet ran up to Vash's prone form.
"Hey man, you okay?" Vash sat up quickly, and sighed melodramatically.
"I just hate being shot at... I hate it, hate it, *hate it*," he whined in a high-pitched voice. Spike rolled his eyes.
"If you're not injured, we should probably get the hell out of here." Spike holstered his weapon, reaching a hand out to Vash to help the man up.
"Yeah, that's a good idea...those guys are going to figure out that I'm gone pretty soon." Vash, mid-way to standing up, froze; a terrified expression on his face.
"What is it?" Jet asked, nervous.
"Oh, dear LORD!"
"What, what...are you hurt? What's wrong?" Spike pulled Vash the rest of the way to his feet, doing a cursory inspection of the blonde, looking for wounds.
"Th-the package! I left Knives' package in the bar!" Vash made a move towards the broken bar door, Jet holding his right arm and Spike his left.
"Hey man, whatever is in that thing, it's not worth your life!" Jet tried to get a better grip on the suprisingly strong man as he struggled and kicked violently.
"No...you don't understand!" Vash pulled away from the two men, trying not to hurt them, "it took me *years* to find that. Knives would *kill* me if I left it behind!"
"Not if you're already dead!" Spike tried to grab Vash as he ran past, Vash just twisted out of his grip, vaulting through the window frame. Gunfire erupted once again.
"What the hell-is he really *that* stupid?" Jet raved as he ducked behind their shelter-truck once more, pulling Spike behind him. Spike knelt down and sighed, removing a cigarette from his new package. He lit the cancer-stick and took a deep drag before responding.
"Or he's that good." As soon as the last word fell from Spike's lips, Vash once again stumbled through the doorway, large package in hands. Shooting followed him out, and Vash seemed unaware of the bullets flying by, stumbling and coughing spastically.
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As Vash stumbled away from the smoke, the three gunmen ran from the building, and spotted Vash gagging nearby. The leader raised his hand signaling for his men to be quiet. He aimed carefully...
---
Vash was watching the three men in the reflection from a nearby car...any second now...
---
Spike watched with a sinking feeling...they were going to ambush Vash...he couldn't allow that.
--
Vash tensed, completely focused on the gunmen, when...
"Watch out Vash, they're behind you?!"
"Huh?" Vash's head swung towards Spike's voice in the same instant the lead gunman fired. His eyes widened as he cursed himself out for several nano-seconds.
--
Crap, all Spike had managed to do was distract Vash, ensuring his death. Spike kept his gaze focused on the blonde, determined to watch the consequences of his actions, if nothing else. After Vash fell, Spike would attack, and damn the consequences.
But, as the bullets fired, Vash seemed to almost, blink out of existence for a moment, appearing ten feet away from where he'd been.
/How the hell.../
---
Vash sighed inwardly, those guys almost had him. Actually hit him, in fact, grazing his left cheek and boy it stung! Vash stumbled, unloading his gun quickly as he tripped over his feet, and, as he fell, threw three bullets. All three gunmen fell a second later, unconcious.
Vash lay there as Spike and Jet rushed over to him, most likely to see what kind of fatal wound he had. This was going to be hard to explain. Also...how was he going to explain being able to move faster than Spike could follow? He thanked the powers that be Jet was reloading his weapon when he performed his 'miraculous act'. Eh...think about it another time. Right now...they had to leave before the bad guys came to.
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"Run!" Vash shouted, getting up quickly, and starting down the street. The two gunmen were forced to follow him at an insane pace.
"You hurt?" Jet managed to pant out, trying to keep up with the two youthful men.
"Naww, just scratched, I've had worse," Vash didn't even sound winded. He slowed his pace to a walk after a few blocks, "I'm pretty sure we've lost them, we should get back to the ship. Jet and Spike wheezed in reply.
They walked together, silent for a few blocks, the two bounty hunters trying to recover. Eventually, Spiked turned to Vash, angry.
"So whatever is in that package is worth your life?" Vash's eyes widened comically.
"Oh, no...well, not really. But Knives would never forgive me if I let his gift blow up, or get shot at or something. I'd much rather face those guys than Knives when he's 'in a mood'. Brr..." Vash shivered. Last time he'd forgotten something promised to his brother was still fresh in his memory.
"Riight." Jet's comm beeped; stopped in the street to flip it open. Faye's face filled the screen, looking uncharacteristically worried.
"Jet! Are Spike and Vash with you?" Jet arched an eyebrow.
"Yeah, what do you want?"
"Get back to the ship *right now*, and make sure no one spots you."
"Little late for that," Spike muttered to himself, and Vash snorted in amusement. Jet gave a dirty look to both men, then turned back to the comm.
"What's going on?" Vash and Spike leaned over Jet to watch Faye.
"I'll explain everything when you get back. How far away are you now?" Spike checked the street names, before answering for Jet.
"We're just around the corner Faye, be there in a moment." Faye nodded.
"Good, hurry up, as soon as you get here, we're taking off."
"Just what the heck happened Faye?" Jet asked as they rounded the corner. They spotted the transport ship and Faye standing out on the deck. Faye flipped her comm shut, waving frantically to the group and making impatient gestures. The three hurried over and boarded the ship, Faye following. She handed a small piece of paper to Vash.
"Here, these are the latitude and longitude coordinates where we're meeting someone who can help us." Spike made a low noise in the back of his throat.
"Not that I mind all the cloak and dagger stuff, really, a woman's got to have her mystery and all, especially approaching old age. But I'd like to know what's going on if it involves me." Faye crossed her arms, and glared at Spike.
"First of all, I'm not old! And I have plenty of mystery in my female charms without having to keep secrets from you, thank you very much!" Faye tossed her laptop to Jet, "Just for that, Jet gets to see first."
Jet sat down in a chair and smirked at Spike, "See, that's what you get for being so impatient," Jet's smirk disappeared and his eyes widened as he took in the contents of the screen, "Holy shit! We're now wanted criminals...worth a bundle too."
"Oh yeah, how much this time?" Spike flicked the tip of his cigarette; somehow he'd managed to hold onto it through their brief run."
"Sixty million woolongs each for Jet, Ed, Vash and me; a whopping one hundred and twenty for lunkhead over there." Faye replied. Vash jerked around quickly from the control panel he was programming coordinates into.
"You're saying...I'm now a wanted man? I have a bounty on me?" He eyes grew inhumanly wide, "not again! I must have killed Lady Luck's first born in a previous life!" Vash collapsed to his knees, head held in hands.
"Hold up on the drama for a second," Spike arched an eyebrow at the pathetic looking heap of blonde in front of him.
"What do you mean, again?"
Vash ignored the question, muttering something about fate and being cursed.
A/N I'm not sure if that action scene went the way I wanted.. but I tried. It's damn hard describing Vash's movements in writing, or the bebop crews reactions...almost as bad as trying to narrate a DBZ fight *whacks head on her desk* Tell me if I'm doing an adequate job