Title: Competing With Ms. Perfect

Author: Gunsmoke N Cigarettes

Summary: When Spike returns with his angel, Faye feels that she always pales in comparison to Ms. Perfect. Can she prove to Spike that she can be otherwise?

AN: Hey, people! Wow! This is The-Infamous-Bounty-Hunter, posting the AN. Last time, it was Kendra Luehr. Anyways, I'm happy we got 16 reviews for our first chapter! Anyways one reviwer (faintscent) asks: Um i'm wonderin...
wha did you mean? "WRITTEN BY THEINFAMOUSBOUNTYHUNTER AND KENDRA LUEHR!" was like all of you? Like all 3 of ya?

The answer to that is that Gunsmoke N Cigarettes is made of two people. I, The-Infamous-Bounty-Hunter, am an author on the site, as is the lengendary Kendra Luehr. So, we hope that makes it clear for you! And another reviewer (J.K.E) asked us why we made Julia a bitch. Well, we made her a bitch because we hate her. Please note, that Julia will be extremely OOC. We don't know how Julia acted, so don't flame us on that, because you probably don't know how she acted, either. I do hope that none of you take offense, and will keep on reviewing. We love ya all!

Disclaimer: Kendra Luehr and The-Infamous-Bounty-Hunter do not own Cowboy Bebop! If one of there uncles or aunts were a producer on the show or came up with the idea for this great anime, then maybe they'd own it. But right now, that's never gonna happen.

Warning: Coarse Language

Chapter Two

Faye wrapped her arms around her legs, breathing in the fresh scent of the spring flowers. She had found a little meadow with a river, so she rested here, occasionally dipping her feet into the ice cold water or rolling down the fields of the beautiful grass.

"Faye?"

Spike watched as her shoulders briefly stiffened. "I, uh...came to get you. Jet wants you back home."

"Well he can expect me home when I'm coming home", she said in a monotone voice. She watched as a trout slowly made its way down the river.

Spike sighed, placing his hands into his pockets before flopping his head back in disgust. "Can you at least pretend to care about the old guy? You worry him, Faye...you're like the daughter he never had."

"I do care about him. He's my second dad. He knows everything," she replied, dipping her feet back into the water once more.

"Then why won't you end this madness," Spike demanded, feeling as if he were pulling teeth. "Don't you know I'm sorry, Faye? I didn't mean any of the things I said...at least...well...most of them."

There...he finally said it.

"I don't care. He knows why I'm doing this, and you...well...you just have to find out." She reached for her pocket and brought out a cigarette and a lighter. She lit her cigarette briefly and put it up to her lips, inhaling the sweet nicotine. "You know, putting the cigarette up to your lips is like the Christmas Eve of Christmas. It's the best part, because you feel it, and you know that it's coming." She breathed in deep.

Spike nodded, a sudden smile coming to his lips. "Yeah...kinda the same feeling you get when you're complete." Having said that, he glanced back down at the vixen, shaking his head. "I know I'm speaking for all of us back at the Bebop when I say that we're not complete without you, Faye, so please...come back as soon as you can."

She laughed and stood up. "You don't understand Spike," she chuckled, "I'm not coming back to the Bebop."

He flinched as if he had been burned. "Wait...what? But you said..."

"Yeah, I said so, but I say a lot of things. But I'm just a rotten wench for doing that, huh?" Faye laughed again, dropping her cigarette into the river, watching morosely as it got carried away by the current.

Spike grunted, suddenly seizing her by the arm and spinning her around so that their faces were only inches apart. "You had better come back to the Bebop, Faye...if you don't, what will become of Jet and the others? Are you so selfish that you're willing to sacrifice their happiness?"

"Maybe. Spike, anything you say or do is not going to make me come back!" She whispered harshly.

"Alright, that's it..."

Letting out a cry, Faye felt her world become turned upside down the moment that Spike flipped her up and over his shoulder, her cries of protest ringing about within his ears as he carried her proudly toward the Swordfish II.

When he said she was going, he damn well meant it.

"God damn you Spike! Put me down, you oversized idiot! HELP! RAPE, RAPE!" Faye beat on Spike's back and kicked him in the head a couple of times.

"Quit being such a baby," Spike muttered, wincing as the pain within his head began to throb.

Throwing her into the back of his ship, he added smugly, "Hope you enjoy your cramped space, Faye...it's going to be at least 50 minutes 'til we get back."

Letting out a cry of frustration, Faye burrowed her head in her arms and began to cry silently.

Taking his comm. link off of its hook, Spike brought it up to his mouth, announcing smugly, "I've got the girl, Jet...pick up our signal so that you can come and pick up the Redtail."

There came a static-filled "10-4", then the mossy-haired cowboy cheerily placed his comm. link back into its original position and boarded the ship.

Now that things were going his way, he was absolutely on top of the world.

"I hate you," Came the tear spoken voice from the cargo hold. "I just wanted to stay there.." She trailed off, sniffling and then letting rivulets of tears come pouring down her soft cheeks.

Spike glanced back at her irritably in his rear view mirror, then shrugged. "Well, now, no need to hold a grudge," he teased, putting the Swordfish into full gear before blasting off into the great gray skies above. "Oh...and you might wanna hold onto something."

There was no reply.

Spike frowned deeply.

Faye was being such a pain in the ass lately, and, quite frankly, he didn't know what to make of it. He wanted to reach out to her, but he had never done so in the past, so he certainly didn't want to start now.

Subconsciously gritting his teeth, he tried again, "Faye? You alive? Just yelp or something if you're breathing..."

When Spike looked in the rearview mirror again, he saw that Faye was curled up in a ball and sleeping. Her face was red along with little mascara stains down along her cheeks.

"So this is the new Faye Valentine, huh," he softly asked himself, shaking his head before returning his gaze to the path ahead.

One thing was for sure; she had changed.

Drastically.

--------------Approximately 50 minutes Later-----------------

Spike carried Faye bridal style into the commons, his gaze sweeping across the room before he decided to lay her sleeping form down across his favorite place to dwell: the couch.

Lying her petite form down across the beaten-up furniture, he sighed, just then realizing how tiring the woman made everything.

He poked her once, just for good measure, thinking it was funny how she rolled over and whispered, "Go away, mean lady."

He then looked over in the direction of the hallway after gazing at Faye and saw that Julia was standing there. He gave her his trademark smile, then waved.

"Hey," she returned, only to immediately scowl upon noticing whom he was standing over. "What are you doing with Faye?"

"Huh?" Spike looked down, only to realize how awkward the situation appeared. "Oh! No! Hehe..." He trailed off.

"You know what? Don't answer that question," she urged, rolling her eyes before stalking over to him and sending a tremendous smack across his now throbbing cheek. "Ever since I arrived you've been putting the moves on that hooker! What is wrong with you!"

Spike blanched. "WHAT? What moves have I been pulling?" He demanded incredulously, now clutching his cheek throbbing cheek. "God, I've gotten kicked in the face like 6 times today, Jules!"

"Well I'm sure you deserved it," she spat back in retaliation, giving him a rough push that sent him sprawling backwards and right on top of Faye.

"Oof!"

Faye woke up, startled, with a hand that was placed where a hand shouldn't be placed.

"Oh my god! Spike! GET YOUR HAND OFF OF MY FUCKING BOOBS!" Faye screeched, sending the man off of the couch with a tremendous kick to his stomach.

"AAGH!"

Smashing down against the coffee table in-between himself and Julia, Spike found his head dancing with both pain and misery as he sat their staring dumbly at the two angry women.

What on earth had he done?

"Well? Are you going to explain yourself?", Julia demanded, shaking like a leaf as she tried her damndest to pull herself together. "You just grabbed her boobs, Spike! Now what am I supposed to believe?"

Faye was absolutely livid. "You're such a pervert!", she hissed, stomping on his hand extra hard.

"JESUS!", Spike wailed, nurturing his injured hand while sending her a fiery glance. "Will you two crazy women just stop a second? Julia, I am NOT cheating on you, and Faye, for the love of God, I did NOT mean to touch your damn boobs! They're probably fake, for all I know!"

Faye's eyes welled up with tears, and even Julia felt a sudden pang of sympathy for the poor girl. Only a little, that is.

"You fucking pervert! You've probably felt enough up to tell the difference!" She stomped on his other hand lying on the floor and kicked Spike in the balls.

Wincing, Spike took the pain like a man, feeling that he deserved it. When he finally forced himself to look up, Julia was there before him, gently reaching out to touch his shoulder.

"Spike...are you ok?", she questioned sweetly, cradling his head against her bosom before stroking his surprisingly soft mass of hair. "I promise you that bitch won't get away with this...I believe you, now."

Spike's eyes widened. Only a moment before the woman had been absolutely livid and now---he didn't even know.

Faye watched all of this from the corner of the hallway. If Julia wanted to play like that, then she would have to bring it on.

Skipping over to the bonsai room, Faye felt her spirits already lifting as she prepared to tell Jet of her plans.

Humming to himself, Jet cheerily continued to prune his beloved bonsai, only to curse his very existence the moment that his clippers slipped and sliced off a very important limb.

"Dammit," he cursed, only to see Faye standing there in the doorway. "Oh...so you're back. What do you want?"

She stepped in and closed the screen behind her. "Jet, I need help. You know by this point that I like Spike, and now I'm afraid I'm in love with the Gorgio! And as for that twit, Julia, I think she's plotting some big revenge on me because Spike felt me up. I was sleeping, for God's sake!"

When all Jet did was stare, she continued irritably, "Anyway, I know you really don't like Julia, so can you help me out?"

Faye was officially pleading with him, her eyes widening with innocence.

Jet's eyes widened as well due to her sudden confession, his hand shaking slightly as he set down his clippers. "Well what would you like me to do?"

"Anything to get back at that blonde slut." Faye grinned nastily. Suddenly, Edward popped out of nowhere as if in answer to her pleas.

"AHH!" Faye screamed, clutching onto the bonsai table for support. "What the hell? How did you get in here?"

"Vent." Edward pointed up at the ceiling, and, indeed, there was a vent with the screening broken off.

Jet's bushy eyebrows drew in together, then, noticing Faye's devious expression, he groaned. "Faye, you have got to be kidding me...you're not thinking of using that thing to your advantage, are you?"

Faye rubbed her hands together. "Time will tell Jet, time will tell. Ed, can you hack into the Swordfish? I want to have it go out of control when Julia's in it with Spike."

Ed nodded cheerily. "Yep, yep, yeppy! Ed will do anything to help the Faye-Faye! Edward will let you in on a little secret...Edward does NOT like Julia-person. She's mean, and naggy and faggy and baggy!"

Jet blinked, despite his obvious amusement. "I'm sure this is just great and all, but what about Spike? Won't he be hurt, too?"

"Ah, think of it as payback, Jet...for all those times he made fun of you. Are you in?", Faye asked, already knowing what Jet would say next.

He sighed in resignation. "Only because you asked so nicely."

Faye and Edward cheered, then immediately began planning their revenge.

"Jet, I need you to tell Spike and Julia that you need some groceries so that Ed can hack into the Swordfish and send them somewhere on Earth. Spike doesn't know heads or tails about that place, so it'll be perfect. Everybody got the plan?" Faye asked, looking at Ed, then Jet.

Jet rubbed his balding head, acknowledging in a tired, yet condescending tone, "Sure, Faye, sure."

--------------------------------------------------------30 minutes later-------------------------------------------------------

"Spike...where the hell are we? This sure doesn't look like the grocery store!", Julia wailed, her left eye twitching ever-so-slightly as she watched the passerby cross the street and every once and a while bump into her from behind.

"Julia! I don't fucking know!" Spike tugged on his hair, fusterated that he had embarrassed himself in front of Julia.
Absolutely infuriated at being talked to in such a tone, the blonde spun around on her heel, ordering at the top of her lungs, "Well go find out, genius! Ask those two girls over there! They look like they know what they're doing!"

The two girls that Julia was talking about, where currently arguing and snapping at each other. "Evelyn, I know where we're at! Now if you would just close your fricking trap, I could explain it to you!" The girl whipped her perwinkle colored hair in the blonde's face, and snorted loudly.

The blonde merely smirked, then adjusted her utility belt about her waist, threatening to pull out her guns by her blatant body language. "Care to repeat that?", she returned sweetly, yet just unsweet enough to be obvious that she wasn't in a good mood.

"I said shut your fricking trap! Gosh..." The blue haired girl's voice softened a little bit, and she turned to face her friend again.

"I'm sorry Evey."

"Yeah, yeah, don't get all soft on me", Evelyn muttered, only to immediately break out into an unexpected smirk once Spike uneasily sidled on up to greet them. "What, do we look like hookers to you?", she cooed, immediately dropping the sweet and innocent look. "Get lost, creep! The candy shop's closed!"

Rayne looked absolutely horrified and started stammering. "Sh-She's kid-kidding really!" Rayne looked Spike up and down, and thought he was cute. Evelyn gave a disgusted gag at her friend's behavior, returning hotly in response, "No, I'm not kidding! Stop putting words in my mouth, Rayne!"

Blatantly ignoring the young woman's protests, the blonde approached Spike with a fiery look in her eyes, roughly poking him in the chest with one of her laquered fingernails. "Whaddaya want, Bub? C'mon, spill it, or else I'll be forced to spill your guts!"

Spike smiled at the girl cooly, and grabbed her wrist. "I don't think you'd want to do that, sweetheart."

Rayne looked at Spike, and snarled, "Get your hands off of her! I mean it, creep!" She whipped out a pistol from her jacket and aimed right for his puffy head.

Before Spike could even reply, however, Evelyn had already taken her free arm and placed it onto his bicep before catapulting him up and over her head and down onto the ground in one full swoop. Stomping her right combat boot down onto his chest, she retrieved one of her battle daggers from between her breasts, questioning coolly in response, "I believe it is you who shouldn't do a thing when it comes to me, bozo, so why don't you come clean and tell us who you're working for?"

Rayne kneeled down and put her pistol on the middle of his forehead and cooed, "Yea, even though you're cute, we won't let you live if you're here to kindnap us." Rayne sighed...That sounded soo stupid.

Wondering where the hell Julia was and how on earth two women had gotten the best of him, Spike glanced up at them both with disbelief in his two-toned eyes, muttering sourly under his breath, "All I even wanted was some frickin' directions to the grocery store. Yeesh."

Evelyn smirked, then gave him a firm kick in the side. "Sympathy doesn't come easily to liars."

"I'm not lying, dammit!", Spike growled, growing more and more agitated by the second. "See that blonde over there? Ask her! She can tell you the truth!"

Rayne got up, and kept her gun trained on Spike's head. "Hey lady," She called, "Is this your friend?"

Julia had been far too busy filing her nails from the nail file in her purse, so she was now terribly surprised to find her boyfriend lying flat on his ass surrounded by two offensively attractive females. Frowning, she returned curtly, "No."
She figured that he had been putting on the moves, so this was what he deserved.

Evelyn grinned, turning back to Spike with a confidence that sickened him. "You heard 'em, Mr...what's your story? Fess up!"

Rayne smiled, and walked back over to Spike. She straddled his chest, and put her gun back on his forehead. "Yea, sweetie. Your friend over there says that you're lying...So tell us the truth, or I'll blow your fucking brains out."

Spike groaned, wondering what on earth he had done in his past life to give him such bad karma. Deciding that he had had just about enough of this, he punched the firearm out of the young woman's hand and kneed her in the chest so that she went flying off and to the side. Normally hitting women was against his style, but...well...not in this particular case.

Swearing, Evelyn tossed one of her daggers toward his lunging form, yet it only succeeded in slicing the side of the mossy-haired cowboy's arm.

"Julia!", he shouted, racing toward her like a maniac, "I don't care what Jet says, we're not getting the fucking groceries! This place is crawling with morons!"

Rayne got up and took out another pistol. She succeded in shooting Spike in the leg and watched as he felt to the ground. "Bastard!" She screamed.Julia saw Spike fall to the ground and her eyes widened. "Shit," She cursed, and ran over to him.

Rolling the cowboy over in her arms, she apologized frantically, "Oh, sweetie, I am sooo sorry! I thought...well...that you were hitting on those women!"

Spike balked. "What? Jesus Christ, Julia! You should know by now that my style does not include tumbling with guns and daggers!"

The blonde smiled weakly. "Um...everybody makes mistakes?"

"Yeah...some of us more than others", Spike muttered, wincing as he staggered back and to his feet without the help of his beloved. Glancing to the right, he came to realize that the two women were gone.

Good.

"Gosh Evey! That guy was pretty fucking strong. We're lucky we got away. I think..." Rayne shook her head and paid more attention to the Zipcraft she was currently driving.

"And we're pretty low on gas. Dammit!" Rayne cursed, and hit the craft hard.

Evelyn merely shrugged in response. "I don't care if he was strong or not...he's an ass. All men are asses." She said this with an acerbic tone that rather surprised her comrade, yet she decided not to question her sudden manner.

Propping her chin on her fist, the blonde added casually, "If it needs gas, just use some banana peels...I hear that works."

Rayne snorted and said, "Yea, but the bad thing is we don't have any bananas. We'll just contact a ship for help." Rayne pointed out a giant ship floating by.

Evelyn snorted. "That piece of crap fishing ship? You have got to be kidding me."

Rayne elbowed the girl in the side and beckoned to the gas meter on the craft. "If you want to float in space for days, months, even years with me as your only company, then you're right. If you don't than you'll shut up about it and let me contact the ship!"

"Fine", Evelyn muttered, leaning back in her co-captain's seat before motioning for Rayne to make the transaction. "So talk to 'em, already."

Rayne typed in the code for the ship and began to speak into the microphone. "Hello! My name's Rayne Rivers and my partner and I, Evelyn Muscovitz, are out of gas. If you could bring us into the ship, we'd be happy to pay you 20,000 woolongs."

Edward happened to be at the controls at the time of the transaction, so she grinned, chortling erratically before leaping onto the pilot's chair and pressing the comminications button. "Hellooooo, spooky space creatures! This is Edwaaaard, at your serviiiice!", the redhead exclaimed enthusiastically, giggling as she wiggled her arms about her clapped her hands.

"Sweet! I think I know who you are! This is Radical Edward, right?" Rayne beamed, even though the girl couldn't see her.

The redhead suddenly sniffed the communicator, growling with suspicion as if she were a dog. "Whoooo is this spooky space creatuuuure, and why does she wish to know Edward?"

Evelyn sighed, placing a hand over her face as she listened to all of this. "This is just great, Rayne...the nearest ship we come across is inhabited by a bunch of freaks. Turn around."

Rayne waved off Evelyn and began to talk to Edward. "Well, Ms. Edward, I've heard of all of your great hackings! Helping people by finding out what that disease was was amazing! Anyways, Ed, would you mind talkig to the captain of your ship to see if it's ok with she/he if we can board so we can rest a little?"

Edward thought only a split second before nodding cheerfully. "Yep, yep, yeppy, Rayne-person! Ed will go find Captain Jet-Jet!"

Somersaulting off of the captain's chair, the redhead blithely rolled into the adjacent room, only to hit the shins of the one man whom she was looking for.

"Aaaah, Jet-Jeeet! Edward found you!", the young adolescent exclaimed enthusiastically, wrapping her spindly arms about his legs in utter rapture.

Raising an eyebrow, Jet demanded rather suspiciously, "Alright, kid, what's with all the affection? Is there something you want?"

Edward nodded. "Yes, sir, Captain Jet-Jet, sir!" She immediately bestowed him with a salute. "A Missus Rayne-person and Evey-buh-devey would like to board for the night!"

Jet balked. "What? Ed, I thought I told you not to talk to strangers without my being present!"

"Come see, Jet-Jet, come see!", the girl urged, taking her hulky comrade by the arm before pulling him back into the main controls room.

Jet immediately picked up his comm. link and sat down. "Hello?"

"Why hello! My name is Rayne, and I feel you're the captain of the ship. Am I right?" Rayne's voice twinkled in and out over the scratchy connection of the comm. link.

Jet scratched his balding head, then nodded. "Uh, yeah...that's right. Edward, here, tells me that you want to board. Is this just temporary?"

He inwardly crossed his fingers, realizing how terrible things could get if he had yet more mouths to feed.

"Umm...Well, me and Evelyn are drifters..So if we were offered a place on the ship, we would contribute to helping you all. I can cook, clean, and Evelyn is pretty good at everything." Rayne hoped she could stay.

This was her one chance to study her idol.

Radical Edward.

Jet sighed, leaning forward in slight disgust. Faye wasn't going to like this...

"Yeah, ok, sure...the hangar's in the back. I'll open it up for you", he found himself acknowledging, rather shocked how he had just accepted their offer without even giving it a second thought. Flicking the switch to the hangar, he leaned back in his seat and massaged his temples.

With any luck, the Bebop would be able to retain its hot water for a little less than a week due to the over-exertion on the system as of late.

Oh, yeah. Faye definitely wasn't going to like this.

"Thanks!" Rayne flew into the hangar and parked in the empty spot.

"Evelyn, you've been quiet. What's wrong?" Rayne looked over in concern for her best friend.

"Why do you always think there's something wrong? Can't a girl just sit and think?", the blonde demanded, considerably flustered. "Besides," she added, hopping out of their craft, "something about this place gives me the creeps...like...it's all unsettling, you know?"

"I get what you mean. It's like déjà vu.." Rayne shivered and hopped out of the craft after her.She ran to the door that opened to the living room, and ran inside.

"Hi." She quietly squeaked as she saw a girl hanging down from the pipes.

It was her...it was Edward!

"Oooh! You're taaall!", the redhead observed, in awe as her golden eyes glided inquisitively over to the blonde behind her. She grinned unexpectedly. "Oh! Pretty blonde-person...not mean and nasty, like Julia-whore!" Evelyn raised an eyebrow. "Um...what?"

"Wait a minute...didn't we see a blonde today?" Rayne scratched her head, and stopped abruptly when she saw a purple haired woman step out of the shadows.

"So, Jet's picked up more strays? At least they'll be agreeable..I hope.."Faye muttered, and crossed her arms.

Evelyn mimicked the woman and crossed her arms, as well. "We'll see...as long as nobody touches my guns and daggers, I've got no reason to kick any of your asses." She smirked. "I'm Evelyn, by the way...charmed."

Faye smirked back and pointed to the other girl. "Well, I'm Faye, Faye Valentine. Who's the girl with the blue hair?"

"I'm Rayne Rivers. Nice ta meet ya." She waved to Faye and zoomed over to Ed. She began chatting with her, and the girl would laugh occasionally.

Evelyn raised an eyebrow, then shrugged it off. "She's a fan...what can I say?" Before Faye could even respond, a terribly irritated Julia and a limping Spike came hobbling into the room, several expletives and shouts emanating forth from their lips.

Upon locking eyes with the blonde before them, however, the cowboy swore brusquely under his breath. "Shit."

"Nice to see you, too", Evelyn cooed, smirking as she sent Rayne a knowing look. "Guess who's come back for round two!"

"Oh, Evey, I'm tired!" The girl whined and shot the Cowboy an apologizing glance.

"Sorry for the leg. I just don't like getting hit." She rubbed the back of her head nervously.

Spike shrugged, a sour expression etched out across his naturally handsome features. "Yeah, whatever." Turning to Julia, he requested flatly, "Take me to my room, please."

She winked seductively. "With pleasure."

"Wait a minute!" Faye barked out. "We have to be introduced to all of our crew members! Now stay put!" Spike and Julia stopped in mid step.

"JET!" Faye screeched, and Jet ran into the room. Rayne stopped talking to Edward as soon as she saw him.

He was handsome.

Evelyn immediately noticed the lovesick look in her best friend's eyes and made a face.

Here we go...

"Hi..." Rayne trailed off, and stared into Jet's sky blue eyes.The balding man smiled, then held out his real hand for her to shake. "So you're the infamous Rayne Rivers, huh? You, uh...don't look like how you sound."

"Yeah, I know...she's pretty annoying over the comm. link", Evelyn piped in, winking in her friend's direction. "Sorry...couldn't resist!"

Rayne looked disappointed at his comment. "What do you mean..Mr.?"

"Oh!" Jet appeared to be terribly flustered, recovering sheepishly, "No, no, no, no...that's not it at all! What I meant was...uh...dammit." He looked to Spike for help, but the cowboy held his hands up in surrender, so he had no choice other than to turn back to the heartbroken girl. Laughing in spite of himself, he corrected, "What I meant was...um...you're a lot prettier than you sound. Wait, that sounds like I'm coming onto you, and I, uh...um..."

"We get it, Mr. Black", Evelyn cut in, rolling her eyes. "Your translation clearly equals 'She pretty, me too stupid to process any coherent thoughts', so just call it quits, alright?"

Rayne smiled slightly and said softly, "Thank you for the compliment. I didn't know I had an annoying voice."

Jet drooped. "Th-that's not what I meant..."

"Ok, guys, I really need to get off my leg...are we dismissed?", Spike questioned hopefully from behind, thus causing Evelyn to shoot him a fiery look that he promptly ignored.

"Uh yea. I need to speak with Mr. Black about Evelyn and I's sleeping quarters." She clearly shot everybody a look that said, "Don't bother me, or I'll kill you."She pulled Jet out of the living room by his arm and to a random part of the ship.

Bewildered, the balding man sent Spike and Faye a helpless look over his shoulder, both of whom were now smirking a knowing smirk. Groaning, he turned back toward the woman, only to realize that Evelyn was at his other side.

Oh, boy...

It had been years since he had been inbetween two women, let alone with one, so this was making matters all the more difficult.

Suddenly pushing open a door, Jet motioned toward the inside with his mechanical arm, announcing shakily, "Um...uh...th-this is your room, ladies. Hope it meets to your satisfaction?"

Evelyn peered in, then shrugged. "Sure, whatever, gramps...it's fine for now."

Jet balked. Gramps...?

Rayne stared hard at Evelyn and pushed her into the room. She shut it and leaned on the door, despite the girl's screams of protest."I'm sorry about that. She's a real loon!" Rayne smiled up at him and fluttered her eyes.

"Uh, yeah...loon", Jet agreed, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. God, he needed an anti-perspirant. Overhearing the curious mumbles in the commons, he decided that he had better return to his comrades, so he gave Rayne a brief nod, then asked hesitantly, "So, uh...you going to bed?"

"Oh no. It's way to early. Would you mind staying up with me? I need someone to talk to, and you seem like the listening type." Rayne widened her eyes like a child's and silently mouthed please.

Jet inwardly groaned. He severely disliked babysitting, yet he shrugged and motioned for her to follow him. "C'mon...let's go back and join the others."

"I'm sorry if I'm a bother. I'll go to sleep, ok?" Rayne sensed his dislike of her suggestion, and turned back to the door.

"Oh, no, it's fine...just c'mon before the others get at each other's throats", Jet insisted, smiling wearily as he began to trudge off toward the commons.

"It's ok...Good night." She winked at him and opened the door to the room. She screamed when Evelyn grabbed her and closed the door.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?", the blonde demanded, giving her an absolutely incredulous look. "Flirting with the captain? Why? It won't work to our advantage!"

"What advantage? I like the guy, that's all!" Rayne fumed, hitting the wall with her fist."Oww..." She groaned and held her fist up to her mouth, gently blowing on it.

Evelyn smirked. "Serves you right, squirt. C'mon, get into bed and dream lots of dreams of your dear Jet."

Rayne grumbled but did as she was told. "Good night, Evey." Rayne felt herself slipping into Dreamland. She snored softly, and grunted a few times.Evelyn smiled, then got into bed. "Goodnight...Juliet. Dream of your Romeo."

---------------------THE COMMONS--------------------------

Meanwhile, Julia hovered over Jet bandaging up her lover, her mouth in a pretty pout as she asked hopefully, "Will he be alright, Jet? He's lost an awful lot of blood..."

Spike grinned. "Babe, you've clearly never seen me in action." He did, however, feel rather woozy...

Jet snorted, and grumbled, "You fricking idiot. Those women are good at shooting, if they got you this good. Which one did this anyways?"

"The one with the blue hair..." Spike trailed off, and yawned.

Jet couldn't help but smile at this, then knotted the gauze about the cowboy's leg as a finishing touch.

"OW! JESUS!"

"Oh...sorry."

Placing a hand upon Spike's shoulder, Julia turned to Faye, accusing hotly, "If you hadn't sent us out, this would've never happened!"

"Hey! We needed groceries! It's not my fault Spike can't take a hint!" Faye stomped her foot, and her face darkened to a violet red.

Spike groaned, flopping back lazily against the couch. "Here we go..."

"Spike needs to take a hint? What about you?", Julia suggested, absolutely outraged. "You knew that we wanted some alone time, so you purposely sent us out when you could've done it yourself!"

"My ship's wrecked, you dumb fuck! " It was true. She had done some damage when she broke though the hanger.

Julia pouted, yet before she could return with a biting response, Jet was already firmly inbetween them. "Enough!", he shouted, his face red with sheer anger. "Our guests are trying to sleep, so keep your caterwauling to a minimum, alright?"

Both Faye and Julia exchanged a look and they decided to let it go for this one time of teasing Jet.

"Really now, Jet? You wouldn't say that if Rayne wasn't here!" Faye teased, wagging her finger in front of his face.

"She has a point, old man", Spike added from the couch, lazily opening an eye as a grin split across his face. "She's kinda cute...go for it."

"Cute?", Julia demanded, spinning on him in an instant. "What do you mean, cute?"

Spike grinned. "Ok, sorry...the blonde's hotter."

"WHAT?"

"Kidding!", he insisted, rolling his eyes before turning over so that he was facing the disgruntled group. "Can't anyone joke around on here, anymore? Sheesh."

"Not since you have a fiancé, dummy. Anyways, Jet, you should go for it. I'm totally for you on this. And she totally digs you." Faye's eyes sparkled.

"How can you be sure?" Jet gulped. The girl was cute...

"Call it Woman's Intuition."

"Faye, your woman's intuition is about as useless as Jet's missing hair", Spike gibed from behind, causing her to turn and give him a merciless smack on the head. Jet, in turn, gave him a death glare before looking back to Faye and nodding.

"Fine", he agreed, "I guess I can take your word for it..."

"Go for it, Old Man." She said, but used the word as a term of endearment.

"Welp...tomorrow. I'm beat", Jet muttered, stretching his weary limbs before letting out a heavy sigh. "I ain't as young or flexible as I used to be, after all..."

Spike grinned. "Ya got that right...are you sure you could even bed the girl, Jet?"

Julia blanched. "Spike! Why is your mind always in the gutter every time that I'm not in your arms? I could use some attention, you know!"

A slight cough came from the doorway of the living room. "Umm, hi? I came out for a glass of water." Rayne was dressed in a long pink tee, her cheeks a bright magenta.

Jet also felt his cheeks go ablaze. What had she heard?

"Ummm..." She noticed that everyone was staring at her.

"I heard the trying to bed me part. Are you guys happy?" She asked blankly.

Sending Spike a sharp glance, Jet then scratched the back of his head, apologizing weakly, "I, uh...I'm really sorry you had to hear all of that, Rayne. He was just kidding...weren't you, Spike?"

He shrugged. "Yeah, sure."

"I don't really mind it...You guys just have to lower your voices or Evelyn will wake up, and she's a reeaaal bitch if she gets waken up." Rayne scratched her head, and laughed.

Spike drooped. "You'd better do what she says...I know for a God-given fact that she's telling the truth."

Rayne walked past them all, and pointed to a doorway. "That's the kitchen, right?"

Jet nodded. "Yeah...do, uh...you need any help?"

"I wouldn't mind," She purred.

Spike couldn't help but find his eyes boggling at the rather amusing display playing out before him, his mind wondering how on earth a woman like that would take such a shine to Jet. He was...well...Jet.

Feeling his face flush, the balding man chuckled nervously, then followed her, blatantly ignoring Spike's thumb's up and Faye's giggling as they entered the kitchen.

"Well, I expect to hear a loud thump in 3...2...1" And when Faye said one, a thump was heard in the kitchen.

A nervous Rayne came out of the kitchen. "I guess my shirt shouldn't have gotten caught on the chair, huh? He kinda saw my underwear..."

Spike once again couldn't help but balk. "Damn, and I missed it!"

"Spiiike!"

"I'm just kidding! God!"

Letting out an unattractive snort, Julia turned to Faye with malice in her eyes, demanding tartly, "And just how did you know that this would happen? The polite thing to do would've been to warn the poor thing."

"Hey, I want to have fun. And Jet deserves a pretty girl with him." She shrugged.

Rayne scoffed, "I'm in the room, you know."

Julia frowned deeply. "Oh, I think she knows, dear...she's just bent on getting you and that bald guy to canoodle like rabbits. I hope you like kids...Jet does!"

Ed popped out of nowhere and said, "Edward resents that!" Rayne and Faye both giggled, and Spike joined in, chuckling slightly.

"Ed resents what? Kids or rabbits?", Julia demanded, not finding humor in the situation at all.

"About Jetty-Jet liking kids. Julia-Whore implied that was the only reason Ed was here!"

Julia's eye twitched ever-so-slightly due to the 'Julia-Whore' bit, returning tartly, "Well as far as I'm concerned...sweetheart...that is the only reason you're around!"

"Alright, that's enough you two!", Jet growled, immediately intervening, knocking Rayne in the backside in the process. "Oh...uh...sorry." He immediately flushed.

Rayne blushed. Turning to Julia she said loud in clear, "Who knows why you're here. All I think you know what to do is fuck and insult great geniuses like Edward! She's smarter than you'll ever be, you fucking whore!"

"Oh! Spike, are you going to let her call me that?", Julia demanded, leaping up from the couch in an instant. She was absolutely livid.

Suddenly feeling cornered, Spike allowed his eyes to dart from one seriously perturbed woman to the other, recovering rather pathetically, "Um...well...gee, Rayne, that wasn't very nice. You think you could apologize?"

Julia was absolutely incredulous. "Apologize? Spike, she needs to do so much more than that!"

"Well she needs to apologize to Edward! Look at the girl, she's going to cry!" Two great pools of crystal like tears welled up in Ed's eyes over Julia's comment.

Faye was in the background, laughing. She was sure glad Rayne was around to help her insult Julia.

Fuming, the blonde immediately sped off toward her and Spike's room, not even looking back.

Sighing, the mossy-haired cowboy moved to go after her, yet Faye immediately stopped him. "She can take care of herself...she's a big girl", she insisted, smiling.

Spike couldn't help but smile, as well. "Sounds good to me...I hate babysitting, anyway."

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So, I hope that was ok. The two new characters are named Rayne Rivers and Evelyn Muscovitz. They are from the BebopRPG on LiveJournal, and Rayne Rivers is The-Infamous-Bounty-Hunter's made up character on the RPG abd Evelyn Muscovitz is Kendra Luehr's made up character on the RPG. A description of the characters is down below, just so you don't get confused on what they look like.

Rayne Rivers

Age: 21

Sex: Female

Height: 5"8 (IN RPG IS 6"2)

Hair Color: Perwinkle, Originally Black

Hair Length: Shoulder Length, Originally Waist Length

Hair Type: Straight; Wavy

Eye Color: Violet

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Evelyn Muscovitz

Age: 22

Sex: Female

Height: 5"5

Hair Color: Light Blonde

Hair Length: About 2 Inches Below Her Shoulders

Hair Type: Straight; Wavy

Eye Color: Brown or Blue (I don't really know lol!)

So there's the characters! Read and Review! 3!