Alex still sat there with her gun pointed, but began to lower it to her bed.
"So, you must be Alex, am I right?" Spike asked her. She slowly nodded and let her hands, still grasping the gun tightly, rest on the bed. "Hey! I was wondering where that one got off to." Spike said as he walked over to the bed and took the gun from her.
"I figured it was one of your best and would be good for a beginner. So I taught her how to use it. She's quite the sharp shooter if you ask me." Jet said as he took a few puffs of his cigarette.
"Are you now?" Spike asked her. She nodded again. "Well, I guess maybe it's because she's always quiet."
"She's had a rough night Spike, we went after Diboa tonight and had a little incident. It wouldn't surprise me if she didn't talk for a little while." Jet said.
"You nabbed Diboa?! God damn it Jet, I told you I was after him!" Spike yelled but then chuckled. "I thought I saw you at that bar earlier."
"Yea, we were at the Shining Star this morning when he was trying to pick up Alex, but we went under the guise of being engaged which seemed to work." He explained.
"Well damn, with a body like that, who wouldn't want to pick her up?" spike said as he turned to Alex and tried to kiss her cheek. She was still uneasy about earlier and didn't want anyone near her like that, especially if she didn't know them. Instead of Spike kissing her, he received a sharp blow across his face. He was knocked backwards and to the floor when she stood up angrily. 'What an asshole' she thought. Spike looked up at her, rubbing his cheek. Jet only laughed.
"Told you she was a good partner! Not only that, she's a good cook too!" Jet chuckled as Alex walked out of the room, leaving Spike still on the floor and Jet still chuckling.
"Jerk." She muttered as she exited. Spike watched her leave.
"A feisty one Jet, think you can handle her?" Spike asked with a grin. Jet slowly stopped laughing.
"Eh? Oh, we aren't like that. Strictly business between the two of us." he said as he inhaled the cigarette smoke again.
"Uh huh. Then tell me, why you are in her room at 11:30 at night?" Spike asked as he stood up again. Jet shot him a dirty look.
"She's a musician. She plays guitar and she was playing, so I came in here to listen. Maybe she'll play tomorrow, you'll see how good she is and how beautiful it sounds." He said as he put his cigarette out.
"Right, I'll believe you." He said as he walked towards the door. Jet opened it and saw Alex lying on the couch.
"Alex, you still up?" Jet asked as he and Spike came out of her room. She picked her head up off of the bright yellow cushions and looked at Jet. "Go to bed. You need to sleep." He said as both he and Spike walked towards the kitchen table. She blinked at him and then got up. Drowsily, she staggered to her room.
"Good night, Jet." She said with a yawn. He smiled at her.
"Good night Alex." He said. Spike looked at her.
"Yea, good night." He said with a wink. Alex rolled her eyes at him and he was sure he heard her growl at him. She pulled the door shut behind her and wasn't heard from anymore that night.
"Well, she likes you." Jet chuckled as he grabbed his box of cigarettes from the counter and lit one up. Spike, as usual, had already begun rummaging through the refrigerator.
"What the hell are these?" He asked as he pulled out a plate wrapped in tin foil. Jet glanced over.
"Oh, those are the grilled pork chops she made last night. Heat them up and eat them, they're amazing." He said. Spike lifted the foil off and looked at them. The charred grill markings made him drool and grow even hungrier.
"So how did you find this girl again?" he asked as he tossed the dish into the microwave and turned it on.
"I was here about a month or so ago and I was food shopping. I was in the marketplace and heard this sound, but as soon as I heard it, it stopped. When I had finished shopping, I was walking back to the ship when I heard it again. I walked towards it and it led me back to the docks where the ship was. She was playing her guitar by the light of the moon. I offered her a chance to live on the ship with me and she took it. That's how she came to live on the Bebop, basically." He explained. Spike nodded.
"And what's this about a mishap while dealing with Diboa tonight?" he asked. Jet sighed.
"She almost became a victim. I went looking for more bullets for my gun and when I came back, he had her tied up and was starting to undress her. I got there before he was able to finish unzipping her jeans." He explained. Spike nodded again.
"Uh huh…that was really smart, leaving her alone with a serial rapist." Spike pointed out. Jet felt horrible by now.
"Thanks Spike, make me feel better." He sighed as the microwave beeped. Spike took out the pork chops and grabbed a fork and knife before sitting down across from Jet.
"So tell me Jet, what is keeping you from dating her? I mean look at her, she has a great body and she's young, why not give her a chance to become Mrs. Jet Black?"
"Spike, you don't get it. First off, she's young enough to be my daughter. And second, she isn't the type of girl to easily trust a man with her heart. She's had a really rough past you know. Her parents were killed when she was 8 and she was in and orphanage until she turned 16 and ran away. She's 23 and was homeless for several years. She was very reluctant to come aboard the ship at first but after a little conversation, she realized I wasn't such a bad person and came on. Spike, she's not just some Barbie you can mess around with and then leave alone, she's been through too much to just be dropped like a bad habit." Jet lectured. Spike was busy eating.
"She can stay."
"What?"
"She can stay. Are you deaf?"
"Of course she can stay, what the hell are you going on about?"
"She's a good cook, she can stay."
"So, you must be Alex, am I right?" Spike asked her. She slowly nodded and let her hands, still grasping the gun tightly, rest on the bed. "Hey! I was wondering where that one got off to." Spike said as he walked over to the bed and took the gun from her.
"I figured it was one of your best and would be good for a beginner. So I taught her how to use it. She's quite the sharp shooter if you ask me." Jet said as he took a few puffs of his cigarette.
"Are you now?" Spike asked her. She nodded again. "Well, I guess maybe it's because she's always quiet."
"She's had a rough night Spike, we went after Diboa tonight and had a little incident. It wouldn't surprise me if she didn't talk for a little while." Jet said.
"You nabbed Diboa?! God damn it Jet, I told you I was after him!" Spike yelled but then chuckled. "I thought I saw you at that bar earlier."
"Yea, we were at the Shining Star this morning when he was trying to pick up Alex, but we went under the guise of being engaged which seemed to work." He explained.
"Well damn, with a body like that, who wouldn't want to pick her up?" spike said as he turned to Alex and tried to kiss her cheek. She was still uneasy about earlier and didn't want anyone near her like that, especially if she didn't know them. Instead of Spike kissing her, he received a sharp blow across his face. He was knocked backwards and to the floor when she stood up angrily. 'What an asshole' she thought. Spike looked up at her, rubbing his cheek. Jet only laughed.
"Told you she was a good partner! Not only that, she's a good cook too!" Jet chuckled as Alex walked out of the room, leaving Spike still on the floor and Jet still chuckling.
"Jerk." She muttered as she exited. Spike watched her leave.
"A feisty one Jet, think you can handle her?" Spike asked with a grin. Jet slowly stopped laughing.
"Eh? Oh, we aren't like that. Strictly business between the two of us." he said as he inhaled the cigarette smoke again.
"Uh huh. Then tell me, why you are in her room at 11:30 at night?" Spike asked as he stood up again. Jet shot him a dirty look.
"She's a musician. She plays guitar and she was playing, so I came in here to listen. Maybe she'll play tomorrow, you'll see how good she is and how beautiful it sounds." He said as he put his cigarette out.
"Right, I'll believe you." He said as he walked towards the door. Jet opened it and saw Alex lying on the couch.
"Alex, you still up?" Jet asked as he and Spike came out of her room. She picked her head up off of the bright yellow cushions and looked at Jet. "Go to bed. You need to sleep." He said as both he and Spike walked towards the kitchen table. She blinked at him and then got up. Drowsily, she staggered to her room.
"Good night, Jet." She said with a yawn. He smiled at her.
"Good night Alex." He said. Spike looked at her.
"Yea, good night." He said with a wink. Alex rolled her eyes at him and he was sure he heard her growl at him. She pulled the door shut behind her and wasn't heard from anymore that night.
"Well, she likes you." Jet chuckled as he grabbed his box of cigarettes from the counter and lit one up. Spike, as usual, had already begun rummaging through the refrigerator.
"What the hell are these?" He asked as he pulled out a plate wrapped in tin foil. Jet glanced over.
"Oh, those are the grilled pork chops she made last night. Heat them up and eat them, they're amazing." He said. Spike lifted the foil off and looked at them. The charred grill markings made him drool and grow even hungrier.
"So how did you find this girl again?" he asked as he tossed the dish into the microwave and turned it on.
"I was here about a month or so ago and I was food shopping. I was in the marketplace and heard this sound, but as soon as I heard it, it stopped. When I had finished shopping, I was walking back to the ship when I heard it again. I walked towards it and it led me back to the docks where the ship was. She was playing her guitar by the light of the moon. I offered her a chance to live on the ship with me and she took it. That's how she came to live on the Bebop, basically." He explained. Spike nodded.
"And what's this about a mishap while dealing with Diboa tonight?" he asked. Jet sighed.
"She almost became a victim. I went looking for more bullets for my gun and when I came back, he had her tied up and was starting to undress her. I got there before he was able to finish unzipping her jeans." He explained. Spike nodded again.
"Uh huh…that was really smart, leaving her alone with a serial rapist." Spike pointed out. Jet felt horrible by now.
"Thanks Spike, make me feel better." He sighed as the microwave beeped. Spike took out the pork chops and grabbed a fork and knife before sitting down across from Jet.
"So tell me Jet, what is keeping you from dating her? I mean look at her, she has a great body and she's young, why not give her a chance to become Mrs. Jet Black?"
"Spike, you don't get it. First off, she's young enough to be my daughter. And second, she isn't the type of girl to easily trust a man with her heart. She's had a really rough past you know. Her parents were killed when she was 8 and she was in and orphanage until she turned 16 and ran away. She's 23 and was homeless for several years. She was very reluctant to come aboard the ship at first but after a little conversation, she realized I wasn't such a bad person and came on. Spike, she's not just some Barbie you can mess around with and then leave alone, she's been through too much to just be dropped like a bad habit." Jet lectured. Spike was busy eating.
"She can stay."
"What?"
"She can stay. Are you deaf?"
"Of course she can stay, what the hell are you going on about?"
"She's a good cook, she can stay."