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A/N-Yes, Duck I was having a very bad day when I wrote those song fics.
Beau, if you don't like my writing, don't read it!
Cobalt was sleeping when Spot finally came home. He sat down next to me at the side of her bed. "How is she?"
I shrugged. "She woke up about an hour ago speaking French and crying about her brother."
Spot nodded. "I'm gonna find da Delanceys tamorrow. Ya comin' wit me?"
I smiled. "Would I ever miss a fight with jerks like them?"
He laughed. "Course ya wouldn't. Now, I talked ta some boidies taday..."
'This can't be good,' I thought. "Yeah?"
"Dey told me dey saw ya kissin' her taday."
'Not good. Definitely not good!' "Yeah."
"Where ya gonna tell me?"
'Do you think I'm stupid?' "No."
"Why not?"
'You'd kill me.' "I don't know."
"Tell me now!"
'Again, I'm not that thick Spot. Get over it!' "I didn't want you pissed off at me."
"Well, ya wouldn't be in hot watah now if ya told me."
'Yes I would.' "Okay."
"So...why did ya do it?"
'Because I'm getting really annoyed with your ego.' "Because I didn't. I don't know."
"Why'd ya kiss her?"
'Because she's a sex goddess. Can't you tell?' "She kissed me first."
"I know. Ya kissed back though."
'Not your business.' "So?"
"Nevermind."
"Alright. So I'll see you tomorrow at the distribution office?"
"Yeah. Night Storm." He stood and headed for his room. I glanced at Cobalt and then him.
"Night Spot."
He left and I stayed, staring at her face for any sign of life. There was only the steady rise and fall of her chest. "Cobalt?"
She stirred. "Orage? Est-ce que c'est vous?"
"What?"
"It is you." She sat up and smiled. "Spot was here, no?"
"Yeah he was. He knows about us."
She looked horrified. "You told him?!"
"No! His spies saw us."
"He has spies? He is that paranoid?"
I laughed. "He just wants everyone here to be safe. That's all."
Cobalt smirked and hugged me. "You always defend him? Even when he is wrong?"
"He's my best friend. I owe him a lot."
"I owe him too."
I shrugged and kissed her again. "You still didn't answer my question. Are you my girl or not?"
She giggled. "I suppose so. Though, I have never been someone's 'girl' as you put it."
"You be my girlfriend. That's all it is."
"Ah! Je peux faire cela! Orage, que diriez-vous si je vous disais que je pense l'amour de I vous et Tache?"
"Sweetheart, for the last time...I don't speak French."
She blushed. "Do not pay attention to it. It was nothing."
"It was something. What was it?"
"Rien."
"Whatever. Now go to sleep...we have Delancey ass to kick tomorrow. I want you at your best."
"Oui."
"Does that mean 'yes' or am I not picking up on French at all?"
"Yes it mean 'yes'. I tend to speak French because I do not know all the English dialect."
"Okay then. You lost me. Just go to sleep."
She rolled her eyes and lay back down. "I'll see you tomorrow, no?"
"Yeah. I'll be here to wake you up with a kiss."
Spot sat on his bunk, anger coursing through his body. "He's lyin' ta me! I can't...I hate it!" He stood up. It was the next morning. If I could get Cobalt with a lousy kiss, then so could he. He ran up to the room I had left her in and leaned over her. She was sleeping soundly. He pressed his mouth against her's in a soft kiss. She woke up, put her arms around him, and opened her eyes. Then she pushed him away.
"You are not Storm!"
"No, I ain't am I?"
"You little...Hybride! Je vous déteste en ce moment! Vous n'avez eu aucun droit de faire cela! Je suis la fille de l'orage non votre! Vous, vous, vous fils égotiste d'une chienne!
Spot backed up, not knowing what she had said to him, but knowing it wasn't good at all. She stood up from the bed and advanced on him. "Je lui dis le moment où je le vois aujourd'hui, Tache Conlon! Vous ne partirez pas avec ceci! Juste parce que vous êtes le chef de Brooklyn ne veut pas dire que vous pouvez... molester n'importe quelle fille que vous voulez!"
Tops, who had came to the doorway was laughing hysterically. "You are so lucky he doesn't know what you are saying, Cobalt!" I was watching by now and glaring at Spot.
"Why?" I snapped.
He looked at me. "Why what?"
"Why are you doing this? You can't do that to her! She didn't do anything to deserve it!"
"No but you did!"
"Fuck off, Spot!"
He lunged at me. I jumped out of the way and he landed on Tops. "You keep your hands off my girl, Conlon!"
He turned back toward me, punching me square in the face. "OUT STORM! Get out of me lodgin' house an' leave Cobalt heah! If I see ya two again, I'll let every guy in da house have some 'quality time' wit her! Understand?"
I glared but left. He had thrown me out before. He'd let me back in...or so I thought. He always had before.
Cobalt was sleeping when Spot finally came home. He sat down next to me at the side of her bed. "How is she?"
I shrugged. "She woke up about an hour ago speaking French and crying about her brother."
Spot nodded. "I'm gonna find da Delanceys tamorrow. Ya comin' wit me?"
I smiled. "Would I ever miss a fight with jerks like them?"
He laughed. "Course ya wouldn't. Now, I talked ta some boidies taday..."
'This can't be good,' I thought. "Yeah?"
"Dey told me dey saw ya kissin' her taday."
'Not good. Definitely not good!' "Yeah."
"Where ya gonna tell me?"
'Do you think I'm stupid?' "No."
"Why not?"
'You'd kill me.' "I don't know."
"Tell me now!"
'Again, I'm not that thick Spot. Get over it!' "I didn't want you pissed off at me."
"Well, ya wouldn't be in hot watah now if ya told me."
'Yes I would.' "Okay."
"So...why did ya do it?"
'Because I'm getting really annoyed with your ego.' "Because I didn't. I don't know."
"Why'd ya kiss her?"
'Because she's a sex goddess. Can't you tell?' "She kissed me first."
"I know. Ya kissed back though."
'Not your business.' "So?"
"Nevermind."
"Alright. So I'll see you tomorrow at the distribution office?"
"Yeah. Night Storm." He stood and headed for his room. I glanced at Cobalt and then him.
"Night Spot."
He left and I stayed, staring at her face for any sign of life. There was only the steady rise and fall of her chest. "Cobalt?"
She stirred. "Orage? Est-ce que c'est vous?"
"What?"
"It is you." She sat up and smiled. "Spot was here, no?"
"Yeah he was. He knows about us."
She looked horrified. "You told him?!"
"No! His spies saw us."
"He has spies? He is that paranoid?"
I laughed. "He just wants everyone here to be safe. That's all."
Cobalt smirked and hugged me. "You always defend him? Even when he is wrong?"
"He's my best friend. I owe him a lot."
"I owe him too."
I shrugged and kissed her again. "You still didn't answer my question. Are you my girl or not?"
She giggled. "I suppose so. Though, I have never been someone's 'girl' as you put it."
"You be my girlfriend. That's all it is."
"Ah! Je peux faire cela! Orage, que diriez-vous si je vous disais que je pense l'amour de I vous et Tache?"
"Sweetheart, for the last time...I don't speak French."
She blushed. "Do not pay attention to it. It was nothing."
"It was something. What was it?"
"Rien."
"Whatever. Now go to sleep...we have Delancey ass to kick tomorrow. I want you at your best."
"Oui."
"Does that mean 'yes' or am I not picking up on French at all?"
"Yes it mean 'yes'. I tend to speak French because I do not know all the English dialect."
"Okay then. You lost me. Just go to sleep."
She rolled her eyes and lay back down. "I'll see you tomorrow, no?"
"Yeah. I'll be here to wake you up with a kiss."
Spot sat on his bunk, anger coursing through his body. "He's lyin' ta me! I can't...I hate it!" He stood up. It was the next morning. If I could get Cobalt with a lousy kiss, then so could he. He ran up to the room I had left her in and leaned over her. She was sleeping soundly. He pressed his mouth against her's in a soft kiss. She woke up, put her arms around him, and opened her eyes. Then she pushed him away.
"You are not Storm!"
"No, I ain't am I?"
"You little...Hybride! Je vous déteste en ce moment! Vous n'avez eu aucun droit de faire cela! Je suis la fille de l'orage non votre! Vous, vous, vous fils égotiste d'une chienne!
Spot backed up, not knowing what she had said to him, but knowing it wasn't good at all. She stood up from the bed and advanced on him. "Je lui dis le moment où je le vois aujourd'hui, Tache Conlon! Vous ne partirez pas avec ceci! Juste parce que vous êtes le chef de Brooklyn ne veut pas dire que vous pouvez... molester n'importe quelle fille que vous voulez!"
Tops, who had came to the doorway was laughing hysterically. "You are so lucky he doesn't know what you are saying, Cobalt!" I was watching by now and glaring at Spot.
"Why?" I snapped.
He looked at me. "Why what?"
"Why are you doing this? You can't do that to her! She didn't do anything to deserve it!"
"No but you did!"
"Fuck off, Spot!"
He lunged at me. I jumped out of the way and he landed on Tops. "You keep your hands off my girl, Conlon!"
He turned back toward me, punching me square in the face. "OUT STORM! Get out of me lodgin' house an' leave Cobalt heah! If I see ya two again, I'll let every guy in da house have some 'quality time' wit her! Understand?"
I glared but left. He had thrown me out before. He'd let me back in...or so I thought. He always had before.