Spike sat in his swordfish, ready to go and find Faye, when a stream of questions hit him. Where was she? Was she alright? Would Jet or Gabby worry? What would he do once he found her?
The last one stung his heart as a painful realization came to him:
Did Faye feel the same way?
He sat back in his seat, deflated. Why bother if he wasn't sure? He remembered all the times Faye had criticized him or called him 'lunkhead'. Why do I love her? he wondered to himself. She was never nice to me...
That's because you were never nice to her. He sat dumbly, waiting for that damned voice to some back and elaborate. Finally, it squeaked again:
Every time she reached out to you, you shoved her away. Spike shook his head, not wanting to believe his conscience, which was frustratingly always right. Memories buzzed through his head like bees, each one stinging: seeing Faye for the first time, smiling at him in her uniform; listening to her spill her heart out to Ein; working with her on almost every bounty; Faye's childhood "VHS"; her cautioning him with eyes that masked concern before he went to go fight Pierrot le Fou; waking up bandaged, Faye smiling and humming, his telling her she was off-key.
He buried his head in his hands, not wanting to remember the last one. I was just kidding! I was just trying to get her mad. I was still hung up on Julia!
Excuses flooded his head. He pushed them all away, knowing each one was as useless as bell peppers without any beef. He sighed, giving in once again to his stupid feelings. Well, he thought angrily, you could have clued me in on this whole "love" thing before, you know. The voice stayed silent.
He sighed again. What if Faye DOESN'T feel the same way? What if she does? Would things even work out? He waited uselessly for the voice to make one last appearence. He rubbed his temples, tired of the internal conflicts that were wearing him out. Guess I gotta figure this one out by myself.
He sat for a minute, waiting for anything to come and give him a sign. Jeez. Me and Faye. Would it work out? He furrowed his eyebrows, determined to find this one out by himself.
Of course! Spike smiled triumphantly, but quickly sobering as he came to a serious thought. I LOVE her. LOVE. Not those little flings or one night stands. We were meant for each other. He smacked his forehead, wondering for the tenth time why he hadn't figured this all out before. He froze for a minute, unsure whether or not to let the next thought through. Oh well, better sooner than later.
What about Julia? What about her? I thought she was the one, and look what happened... He thought about what exactly had happened with Julia. Suddenly, a horrifying thought hit him. I wasn't in love with Julia- I needed someone to love, and there she was. Beautiful, blonde, 'in' with the syndicate. But, nothing really happened. Sure they slept together, told each other that the other was their missing half, but really, he didn't establish a relationship with her. She was, after all, Vicious's girlfriend the whole time. All the times Spike was away from her, he would make up virtues for her until she was his supreme goddess, perfect in every way, his missing link. He smirked sadly. The grass is always greener on the other side. What the hell does that mean, anyway?
He closed his eyes, taking in everything. He sighed. Feelings tore at his insides, ripping him apart. Julia had been his world, what every good and holy was based on, and now this comes along?! His world was falling down, and he accepted it. He smiled grimly to himself. Well, now I guess Faye will have to be Miss Holier Than Thou. He snorted. Maybe not.
He started his engine good humouredly for what had just happened.
He was going to go get Faye. Period. Nothing else mattered.
He sped off in his ship, not wanting to think about any other possibilies.
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Gabby shooed Edward out of the kitchen after the cookies were put into the oven. Ed had made a larger mess than usual, and Gabby knew that if Ed stayed any longer, she would knock something else over. Gabby tiredly wet a dishtowel from her apron pocket and began to wipe down the counters, picking up boxes as she went. Her usually infinite patience was shot along with her nerves. Two weeks on the Bebop and already she was pooped. She stood up straight pulling back her shoulders.
"I am NOT a whiner." She thought aloud. "I will do this, and I will do this right, and I am NOT tired."
Jet walked in the room, yawning.
"What was that?"
Gabby spun around, forgetting the lecture she had just been giving herself, and latched her arms around Jet's neck.
"Jet we need a vacation!"
Jet looked at her amusedly for a minute.
"Really?"
"Really."
"What did you have in mind?"
"Somewhere with a beach, somewhere nice, somewhere smallish, somewhere nice.."
"You said that twice."
"That's because it's twice as important!"
Jet smiled tenderly at Gabby, not letting her know that going away with her was the thing he wanted most in the world. That and getting his hair back, but that was besides the point.
"...We'd have to take Ed and Ein with us...."
"I don't care! They can share a room. I just need to feel the sun on my face and a cool ocean breeze...."
She sighed, knowing that what she had just said probably sounded as stupid as she thought it did. Jet merely looked at her lovingly. She folded her hands and gave him her sweetest look.
"Pleeeaase Jet? We've been drifting around in space ever since I got back! We can go anywhere you want, just so long as there is a beach and a place to sleep."
Jet grinned and pulled her close to him, kissing her forehead and smoothing her hair as if she was five years old.
"Sure, I know just the place..."
An hour later, Gabby, Jet, and Ed with Ein in her lap were flying towards Ganymede, all squished together in the Hammerhead, a cargo trailer being dragged along. Gabby had persuaded Jet to leave the Bebop in its regular docking place in case Spike or Faye came home.
As they neared Jet's hometown on Ganymede a face popped up in the monitor in Jet's windshield. Brown and wrinkly, the person smiled and threw up his hands.
"Jet!"
"Donelly!"
Jet greeted the man with an equal amount of eagerness. Gabby leaned in and smiled at the face.
"Ooh? And who's this pretty little lady?"
Jet, already cramped for space, managed to slip an arm around Gabby's shoulders.
"This is Gabby, and lay off, she's spoken for."
Gabby blushed slightly as Jet tightened his grip on her.
"I would never! Pleased to meet you, missy."
Why do people always call me that? she wondered.
"Hey, Donelly, nice to see you again, we'll be here for a week or so, staying at the Fisherman, so we'll drop by! How's that sound?"
"Sounds good to me! Have fun!"
They swerved around and parked in front of a beat up motel on the rocky beachfront. The was an old sign with faded paint over the doorway that said, "The Fisherman".
As Gabby detangled herself from the jumble of limbs that belonged to Jet, Ed, and Ein, she surveyed the landscape. Hmmm, she thought. Not as nice as I imagined, but I'll trust Jet on this one. She smiled and looked over at Jet, who was trying to carry all the bags by himself. She shook her head, but didn't do anything, knowing that he wouldn't let her help anyway. She sighed and felt her heart swell up. He's such a gentleman.
The trio traipsed into the motel, Ein trailing behind, being wonderfully obedient. The old man at the counter woke up when Jet dropped the suitcases on the floor.
"Jet?" He croaked.
Gabby looked over at Jet who grinned wider than she had ever seen him do, and struck up a conversation of old friends with the withered old man. She smiled. Is there anybody Jet DOESN'T know in this town?
Finally getting their rooms (Ed and Ein in a room, Gabby had her own, and Jet had his own) and getting everything set up, Gabby set Ed off on an expedition on finding the perfect seashell that she could attach to her computer when they got home. Ed had zoomed off in the direction of the beach, Ein barking at her heels. Gabby shook her head, almost feeling bad for tricking Ed. She knew there would be no shells on a beach filled with rocks. Oh well. She shrugged her shoulders and walked towards Jet, who had his hand outstretched for her to hold.
She trotted over and grabbed his hand, feeling that if she got any happier, she would burst. Jet had been much more outgoing and affectionate since they had arrived. She had long since guessed that this was where he had grown up. They walked around the town, stopping every five minutes to talk to someone else. Finally they came in front of a snazzy looking bar that said "La Fin" over the doorway.
Jet pulled her closer and held open the door for her.
"I want you to meet someone."
Oh, you mean I haven't met everyone already? she thought.
The bar was bustling with a crowd of good natured drunks, all patting Jet on the back as he passed them. Finally they came to the counter as Gabby sat down, and Jet stood, a strange smile on his face. A woman walked out from behind a curtain and immediately froze before Gabby could get a good look at her, looking at Jet.
"Alisa.."
Gabby's eye's went wide in shock and her jaw felt like it hit the floor. THIS was Alisa?
"Jet.."
The woman's voice was soft and melodic.
"So, I see you've got the 'La Fin' back up. Is Rhint still in jail?"
Jet's voice was strange and highly pitched for his usual gruff growl.
"Yes, he still has a year and a half sentence, I hope he's all right..."
Jet smiled and said something else in that strange pitch, striking up a conversation, but it was all lost to Gabby.
She couldn't take her eyes off the woman who had broken Jet's heart, all those years ago. She's beautiful.....Gabby thought. Not voluptuous and fun beautiful like Faye, but a mysterious, gentle kind of beautiful. She was tall and thin, with big brown eyes, and that black straight, shiny, stylish hair Gabby was supposed to have been born with. Her skin was flawless and milky. Gabby's unwittingly touched her own hair, brown and wavy, frizzing out from the long ride. She fingered a place on her hairline where a blemish had begun to pop up. As she stared up at the woman again, she noticed that Alisa was probably a perfect match for Jet, height, weight, age, and looks. Gabby felt like crying. She was neither tall, she must have been at least three inches shorter, and had been getting chubby since she had boarded the ship. And she was probably five years younger than Alisa, since Jet was eight or nine years older than her.
Suddenly, Alisa noticed Gabby and the tears welling up in her eyes, and leaned into her.
"Excuse me, are you alright?"
And she's kind too!
Gabby sniffed and shook her head.
"Oh, just allergies. Do you have a tissue or something?"
As Alisa handed Gabby a napkin, Jet totally ignored Gabby's tears, and hurriedly introduced her.
Alisa extended a hand.
"It's so nice to meet you."
Gabby smiled, wiping her nose.
"Likewise, I'm sure."
Jet and Alisa talked for another half an hour, Gabby growing more miserable by the minute. By the time they left, Gabby was silent, and didn't even respond when Jet held her hand. Finally reaching the motel, Gabby muttered something about putting things away, and ran up the stairs. Jet scratched his head in confusion, and went tout to look for Ed.
Gabby flopped on her bed and let out all the tears she had been hiding for the last forty-five minutes. She had never felt so ugly in her entire life. How could Jet stand to be with her? He probably didn't. She felt ashamed at doubting Jet's feelings, but couldn't help it. Come to think of it, he had never really kissed her since the time he told her that she was his sunshine. That was sweet and all, but just look at how he was with Alisa! He was totally different, relaxed and happy. How could I have been so fooled as to think that I was his one and only? She cried harder. It's not fair!
Why wasn't it fair? Because I love him! I love him more than anything! Why is this happening to me...? She sniffed, wiping her nose on her arm and looked out the window. It was dark outside. Gee, how long have I been in here? She flopped back down on the bed, waves of sadness renewing her tears. Suddenly she heard a knock on the door.
She sat up. The door opened without a response. Jet stood in the doorway, looking concerned.
"Are you alright? You've been up here for three hours."
Three hours? Really? It didn't seem like that long...
Gabby sniffed again.
"I'm just fine..."
Jet sat on the bed and looked into her face blotchy red, with hair stuck to places where tears had dried. Gabby knew she did not make a pretty picture.
Jet peeled a wad of hair from her cheek and smiled at her. Pulling her close, he whispered to her.
"Ohh, it's okay, what's the matter? We're on vacation, remember?"
Gabby pulled away furiously, all tears gone.
"Jet, you know you still love Alisa!"
Jet raised his eye brows. That was all the response Gabby needed.
"I mean, even if I didn't see how you were talking to her, just look at her! She's perfect! You and her were a match made in heaven. I don't even want to know how I looked next to her. Don't even say it. And I'll bet she cooks better too..."
Jet looked sadly at Gabby, and started to explain as if he were talking to a child.
"Gabby, of course I love Alisa-"
Gabby's face went taut with fury.
"-but not in that way. We've shared memories, and a good part of both of our lives. I love her as a friend, same as Donelly, but I didn't live with Donelly for years, and Donnelly never broke my heart."
Gabby merely stared at him with skepticism.
"Gabby, I love YOU. You. Only you. You are perfect, you are kind, you are beautiful, you get along great with Ed and Ein, you clean, you shop, and you love ME despite all that I am. And to tell you the truth, I always cooked when we were together."
Gabby gazed at him sadly, still wanting an explanation.
"Then how come you've never kissed me?"
"I've kissed you.."
Gabby could see Jet's face getting red despite the dim lighting of the room.
"I didn't know you wanted me to kiss you...like that...I didn't want to disrespect you or anything.."
Gabby's face softened.
"Oh Jet, I'm so sorry, please forgive me... I really behaved badly, didn't I?"
Jet grinned, her rounded chin disappearing in his paw-like hand.
"It's nice to know you were jealous, though."
He kissed her, and it was just as Gabby remembered, sweet and soft, but strong and passionate. She barely felt his hands snake their way behind her back and under her knees as he carried her next door into his room, and she certainly didn't notice the small head poking it's way out of the door on the other side of Jet's room as it giggled and snuck back into it's own room.
A/N: Okay! Finally! I'm done! Whew. Too tired to write anymore, Blooknaburg is waiting patiently, so: 31 reviews! Woo hoo! *Yawn* Okay love ya all. Big smooches ~.~ ---very tired
The last one stung his heart as a painful realization came to him:
Did Faye feel the same way?
He sat back in his seat, deflated. Why bother if he wasn't sure? He remembered all the times Faye had criticized him or called him 'lunkhead'. Why do I love her? he wondered to himself. She was never nice to me...
That's because you were never nice to her. He sat dumbly, waiting for that damned voice to some back and elaborate. Finally, it squeaked again:
Every time she reached out to you, you shoved her away. Spike shook his head, not wanting to believe his conscience, which was frustratingly always right. Memories buzzed through his head like bees, each one stinging: seeing Faye for the first time, smiling at him in her uniform; listening to her spill her heart out to Ein; working with her on almost every bounty; Faye's childhood "VHS"; her cautioning him with eyes that masked concern before he went to go fight Pierrot le Fou; waking up bandaged, Faye smiling and humming, his telling her she was off-key.
He buried his head in his hands, not wanting to remember the last one. I was just kidding! I was just trying to get her mad. I was still hung up on Julia!
Excuses flooded his head. He pushed them all away, knowing each one was as useless as bell peppers without any beef. He sighed, giving in once again to his stupid feelings. Well, he thought angrily, you could have clued me in on this whole "love" thing before, you know. The voice stayed silent.
He sighed again. What if Faye DOESN'T feel the same way? What if she does? Would things even work out? He waited uselessly for the voice to make one last appearence. He rubbed his temples, tired of the internal conflicts that were wearing him out. Guess I gotta figure this one out by myself.
He sat for a minute, waiting for anything to come and give him a sign. Jeez. Me and Faye. Would it work out? He furrowed his eyebrows, determined to find this one out by himself.
Of course! Spike smiled triumphantly, but quickly sobering as he came to a serious thought. I LOVE her. LOVE. Not those little flings or one night stands. We were meant for each other. He smacked his forehead, wondering for the tenth time why he hadn't figured this all out before. He froze for a minute, unsure whether or not to let the next thought through. Oh well, better sooner than later.
What about Julia? What about her? I thought she was the one, and look what happened... He thought about what exactly had happened with Julia. Suddenly, a horrifying thought hit him. I wasn't in love with Julia- I needed someone to love, and there she was. Beautiful, blonde, 'in' with the syndicate. But, nothing really happened. Sure they slept together, told each other that the other was their missing half, but really, he didn't establish a relationship with her. She was, after all, Vicious's girlfriend the whole time. All the times Spike was away from her, he would make up virtues for her until she was his supreme goddess, perfect in every way, his missing link. He smirked sadly. The grass is always greener on the other side. What the hell does that mean, anyway?
He closed his eyes, taking in everything. He sighed. Feelings tore at his insides, ripping him apart. Julia had been his world, what every good and holy was based on, and now this comes along?! His world was falling down, and he accepted it. He smiled grimly to himself. Well, now I guess Faye will have to be Miss Holier Than Thou. He snorted. Maybe not.
He started his engine good humouredly for what had just happened.
He was going to go get Faye. Period. Nothing else mattered.
He sped off in his ship, not wanting to think about any other possibilies.
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Gabby shooed Edward out of the kitchen after the cookies were put into the oven. Ed had made a larger mess than usual, and Gabby knew that if Ed stayed any longer, she would knock something else over. Gabby tiredly wet a dishtowel from her apron pocket and began to wipe down the counters, picking up boxes as she went. Her usually infinite patience was shot along with her nerves. Two weeks on the Bebop and already she was pooped. She stood up straight pulling back her shoulders.
"I am NOT a whiner." She thought aloud. "I will do this, and I will do this right, and I am NOT tired."
Jet walked in the room, yawning.
"What was that?"
Gabby spun around, forgetting the lecture she had just been giving herself, and latched her arms around Jet's neck.
"Jet we need a vacation!"
Jet looked at her amusedly for a minute.
"Really?"
"Really."
"What did you have in mind?"
"Somewhere with a beach, somewhere nice, somewhere smallish, somewhere nice.."
"You said that twice."
"That's because it's twice as important!"
Jet smiled tenderly at Gabby, not letting her know that going away with her was the thing he wanted most in the world. That and getting his hair back, but that was besides the point.
"...We'd have to take Ed and Ein with us...."
"I don't care! They can share a room. I just need to feel the sun on my face and a cool ocean breeze...."
She sighed, knowing that what she had just said probably sounded as stupid as she thought it did. Jet merely looked at her lovingly. She folded her hands and gave him her sweetest look.
"Pleeeaase Jet? We've been drifting around in space ever since I got back! We can go anywhere you want, just so long as there is a beach and a place to sleep."
Jet grinned and pulled her close to him, kissing her forehead and smoothing her hair as if she was five years old.
"Sure, I know just the place..."
An hour later, Gabby, Jet, and Ed with Ein in her lap were flying towards Ganymede, all squished together in the Hammerhead, a cargo trailer being dragged along. Gabby had persuaded Jet to leave the Bebop in its regular docking place in case Spike or Faye came home.
As they neared Jet's hometown on Ganymede a face popped up in the monitor in Jet's windshield. Brown and wrinkly, the person smiled and threw up his hands.
"Jet!"
"Donelly!"
Jet greeted the man with an equal amount of eagerness. Gabby leaned in and smiled at the face.
"Ooh? And who's this pretty little lady?"
Jet, already cramped for space, managed to slip an arm around Gabby's shoulders.
"This is Gabby, and lay off, she's spoken for."
Gabby blushed slightly as Jet tightened his grip on her.
"I would never! Pleased to meet you, missy."
Why do people always call me that? she wondered.
"Hey, Donelly, nice to see you again, we'll be here for a week or so, staying at the Fisherman, so we'll drop by! How's that sound?"
"Sounds good to me! Have fun!"
They swerved around and parked in front of a beat up motel on the rocky beachfront. The was an old sign with faded paint over the doorway that said, "The Fisherman".
As Gabby detangled herself from the jumble of limbs that belonged to Jet, Ed, and Ein, she surveyed the landscape. Hmmm, she thought. Not as nice as I imagined, but I'll trust Jet on this one. She smiled and looked over at Jet, who was trying to carry all the bags by himself. She shook her head, but didn't do anything, knowing that he wouldn't let her help anyway. She sighed and felt her heart swell up. He's such a gentleman.
The trio traipsed into the motel, Ein trailing behind, being wonderfully obedient. The old man at the counter woke up when Jet dropped the suitcases on the floor.
"Jet?" He croaked.
Gabby looked over at Jet who grinned wider than she had ever seen him do, and struck up a conversation of old friends with the withered old man. She smiled. Is there anybody Jet DOESN'T know in this town?
Finally getting their rooms (Ed and Ein in a room, Gabby had her own, and Jet had his own) and getting everything set up, Gabby set Ed off on an expedition on finding the perfect seashell that she could attach to her computer when they got home. Ed had zoomed off in the direction of the beach, Ein barking at her heels. Gabby shook her head, almost feeling bad for tricking Ed. She knew there would be no shells on a beach filled with rocks. Oh well. She shrugged her shoulders and walked towards Jet, who had his hand outstretched for her to hold.
She trotted over and grabbed his hand, feeling that if she got any happier, she would burst. Jet had been much more outgoing and affectionate since they had arrived. She had long since guessed that this was where he had grown up. They walked around the town, stopping every five minutes to talk to someone else. Finally they came in front of a snazzy looking bar that said "La Fin" over the doorway.
Jet pulled her closer and held open the door for her.
"I want you to meet someone."
Oh, you mean I haven't met everyone already? she thought.
The bar was bustling with a crowd of good natured drunks, all patting Jet on the back as he passed them. Finally they came to the counter as Gabby sat down, and Jet stood, a strange smile on his face. A woman walked out from behind a curtain and immediately froze before Gabby could get a good look at her, looking at Jet.
"Alisa.."
Gabby's eye's went wide in shock and her jaw felt like it hit the floor. THIS was Alisa?
"Jet.."
The woman's voice was soft and melodic.
"So, I see you've got the 'La Fin' back up. Is Rhint still in jail?"
Jet's voice was strange and highly pitched for his usual gruff growl.
"Yes, he still has a year and a half sentence, I hope he's all right..."
Jet smiled and said something else in that strange pitch, striking up a conversation, but it was all lost to Gabby.
She couldn't take her eyes off the woman who had broken Jet's heart, all those years ago. She's beautiful.....Gabby thought. Not voluptuous and fun beautiful like Faye, but a mysterious, gentle kind of beautiful. She was tall and thin, with big brown eyes, and that black straight, shiny, stylish hair Gabby was supposed to have been born with. Her skin was flawless and milky. Gabby's unwittingly touched her own hair, brown and wavy, frizzing out from the long ride. She fingered a place on her hairline where a blemish had begun to pop up. As she stared up at the woman again, she noticed that Alisa was probably a perfect match for Jet, height, weight, age, and looks. Gabby felt like crying. She was neither tall, she must have been at least three inches shorter, and had been getting chubby since she had boarded the ship. And she was probably five years younger than Alisa, since Jet was eight or nine years older than her.
Suddenly, Alisa noticed Gabby and the tears welling up in her eyes, and leaned into her.
"Excuse me, are you alright?"
And she's kind too!
Gabby sniffed and shook her head.
"Oh, just allergies. Do you have a tissue or something?"
As Alisa handed Gabby a napkin, Jet totally ignored Gabby's tears, and hurriedly introduced her.
Alisa extended a hand.
"It's so nice to meet you."
Gabby smiled, wiping her nose.
"Likewise, I'm sure."
Jet and Alisa talked for another half an hour, Gabby growing more miserable by the minute. By the time they left, Gabby was silent, and didn't even respond when Jet held her hand. Finally reaching the motel, Gabby muttered something about putting things away, and ran up the stairs. Jet scratched his head in confusion, and went tout to look for Ed.
Gabby flopped on her bed and let out all the tears she had been hiding for the last forty-five minutes. She had never felt so ugly in her entire life. How could Jet stand to be with her? He probably didn't. She felt ashamed at doubting Jet's feelings, but couldn't help it. Come to think of it, he had never really kissed her since the time he told her that she was his sunshine. That was sweet and all, but just look at how he was with Alisa! He was totally different, relaxed and happy. How could I have been so fooled as to think that I was his one and only? She cried harder. It's not fair!
Why wasn't it fair? Because I love him! I love him more than anything! Why is this happening to me...? She sniffed, wiping her nose on her arm and looked out the window. It was dark outside. Gee, how long have I been in here? She flopped back down on the bed, waves of sadness renewing her tears. Suddenly she heard a knock on the door.
She sat up. The door opened without a response. Jet stood in the doorway, looking concerned.
"Are you alright? You've been up here for three hours."
Three hours? Really? It didn't seem like that long...
Gabby sniffed again.
"I'm just fine..."
Jet sat on the bed and looked into her face blotchy red, with hair stuck to places where tears had dried. Gabby knew she did not make a pretty picture.
Jet peeled a wad of hair from her cheek and smiled at her. Pulling her close, he whispered to her.
"Ohh, it's okay, what's the matter? We're on vacation, remember?"
Gabby pulled away furiously, all tears gone.
"Jet, you know you still love Alisa!"
Jet raised his eye brows. That was all the response Gabby needed.
"I mean, even if I didn't see how you were talking to her, just look at her! She's perfect! You and her were a match made in heaven. I don't even want to know how I looked next to her. Don't even say it. And I'll bet she cooks better too..."
Jet looked sadly at Gabby, and started to explain as if he were talking to a child.
"Gabby, of course I love Alisa-"
Gabby's face went taut with fury.
"-but not in that way. We've shared memories, and a good part of both of our lives. I love her as a friend, same as Donelly, but I didn't live with Donelly for years, and Donnelly never broke my heart."
Gabby merely stared at him with skepticism.
"Gabby, I love YOU. You. Only you. You are perfect, you are kind, you are beautiful, you get along great with Ed and Ein, you clean, you shop, and you love ME despite all that I am. And to tell you the truth, I always cooked when we were together."
Gabby gazed at him sadly, still wanting an explanation.
"Then how come you've never kissed me?"
"I've kissed you.."
Gabby could see Jet's face getting red despite the dim lighting of the room.
"I didn't know you wanted me to kiss you...like that...I didn't want to disrespect you or anything.."
Gabby's face softened.
"Oh Jet, I'm so sorry, please forgive me... I really behaved badly, didn't I?"
Jet grinned, her rounded chin disappearing in his paw-like hand.
"It's nice to know you were jealous, though."
He kissed her, and it was just as Gabby remembered, sweet and soft, but strong and passionate. She barely felt his hands snake their way behind her back and under her knees as he carried her next door into his room, and she certainly didn't notice the small head poking it's way out of the door on the other side of Jet's room as it giggled and snuck back into it's own room.
A/N: Okay! Finally! I'm done! Whew. Too tired to write anymore, Blooknaburg is waiting patiently, so: 31 reviews! Woo hoo! *Yawn* Okay love ya all. Big smooches ~.~ ---very tired
