Alex wandered happily to the waiting room where she found her bag of clothes and stuff. She began to rifle through it to pull out a pair of jeans and a tank top to wear so she could step out of the hospital for breakfast and to buy her fiancée flowers. Wow, her fiancée. She never imagined referring to someone as her fiancée, let alone finding Mr. Right period. She quickly changed her clothes and pocketed her money, her gun, and her phone before pulling on her long black coat. Damn she loved wearing it. She couldn't not wear it; people would see her gun and the police, because of it, would probably confront her. After running a brush through her hair quickly, she sighed happily and walked out the door of the waiting room. The doctors knew who she was, or at least who she was there for, and greeted her happily as she walked out of the hospital.
"What a day. I can't believe that things are going so perfectly. It's like a dream come true." She said happily as she walked down the sidewalk with the sun on her face and the slight breeze in her hair. Birds sang, people were chattering happily, and even the bums on the corners were smiling. How bizarre was this? She came to a small café near a bookstore and decided that she could have breakfast and read a newspaper at the same time. After buying a daily paper at the bookstore, she walked over to the café and took a seat and waited for the waiter or waitress to take her order. As she sat reading, she realized that her and Spike's little adventure made an appearance on the second page. There was even a picture of her leaning at Spike's side trying to make sure he was alright. She giggled and read what it said. It blew up the issue that the three of them were bounty hunters and saved the city and some other blown up heroic story…quite interesting in her opinion. The waiter stepped up to her with a pad of paper and a pen, how old-fashioned. Now a days people are used to using handheld computers instead of the pen and paper.
"What can I get you this morning ma'am?" he asked. His long dark purple hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail with a strand of black leather, stylish! He smiled at her showing just a hint of his pearly white teeth.
"I'd like a French Vanilla Cappuccino and I guess a chocolate chip muffin." She said as she glanced over the menu and then watched him scribble on his pad of paper.
"I'll have to check on the muffin, we may not have any right now." He said.
"Oh, well if you don't have one, I'll take a croissant instead." She said. The waiter scribbled on the paper again.
"Alright ma'am, I'll be back shortly with your order." He smiled politely. His blue eyes sparkled as he continued smiling as he walked away. Alex sat back and read her paper with a contented sigh.
"So what made you do it Spike? I mean, force yourself conscious just to ask her then and there last night?" Jet asked curiously. Spike shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know, I just wanted to do it at the right time with the right mood in the air I guess. Last night just felt…perfect." He said dreamily. Jet sighed.
"Always a lady-pleaser, that you are. So romantic."
"I hope you're not hitting on me now Jet, not only am I engaged, I'm not like that." He grinned. Despite him being injured, Jet smacked Spike's head.
"Damn fool, always screwin' around! You idiot. I swear, I'm about to ask Alex why she even said yes to a moron like you. First you go off after a bounty that nearly killed you, then you straight up act like a dumbass, now what? It's a wonder she said yes to you."
"Calm down Jet," Spike said as he rubbed his head. "I've been noticing that someone around here seems to have the hots for you anyway." He grinned. Jet stared at him wide-eyed.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked.
"That doctor Giasoda, I've seen her eyin' you up!" he said with a smile.
"You're pullin' my chain you damned fool." Jet grunted. Spike shook his head.
"Nope, she's been checkin' you out all this time! Keep an eye on her the next time she comes in the room if you don't believe me!"
"Those damned drugs are screwing with your head." Jet groaned.
"They ain't drugs, they's imagination enhancers!" Spike said goofily. Jet smacked Spike again.
"She doesn't like me and you're a damned idiot."
"1,000 woolongs says she stutters when she comes in the next time while you're in here." Spike said slyly. Jet eyed him.
"Deal." He said as he shook his hand. "Now about your woman."
"What about her?"
"Why her of all people? Especially after Julia, I thought you said never again?" Jet asked. Spike thought a moment before smiling.
"I always loved a girl that could kick my ass." He said with a cheesy grin a mile wide. Jet simply smacked him again.
"Pardon me miss," the waiter said as he stepped back out on the sunny patio. She looked up at him as he placed her cappuccino on the table in front of her. "We have neither the muffin, nor the croissant. Could you come inside and pick something out of the case that we do have?" he asked politely, seeming sorry for the fact they didn't have what she wanted.
"Sure, no problem." she said as she folded her paper and stood. She followed him towards an alley before getting a weird feeling. "Is this the way inside?"
"It's the service entrance right through the kitchen, I figured it'd be easier." He said pushing a friendly smile. It seemed alright, so she followed. He led her about half way down the alley before he spoke again. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" he asked as he glanced back over his shoulder at her.
"Oh, Alex. I'm not seeing anyone though." She said.
"Really?" he asked sounding interested.
"No, I mean I'm engaged." She grinned shyly. He slowed down.
"What's his name if you once again don't mind me asking?"
"Spike, Spike Spiegel." She said. He stopped dead in his tracks. "Is there something wrong? Do you know him?" she asked.
"No, it sounded familiar, but I don't know him." The waiter said as he continued to walk her through the alley. They walked past a door labeled 'Service Entrance' and Alex began to wonder.
"Where are we going?" she asked. "We just passed the service entrance door." she said becoming frustrated and nervous. They came to the dead end of the alley where the waiter whirled and faced Alex.
"We're going for a little ride." He grinned. Before she could pull her gun, he grabbed both her wrists with his one hand and held a gun at her forehead with the other.
"I'll scream!" she threatened. He only grinned.
"Go ahead, no one will hear you. That's why I brought you all the way back here." he said smartly. "Even if you make a move, I'll pull the trigger before you can get far, let alone hit me. I fought on Titan with a father of a friend of yours. After all, 30 million woolongs to get you to Blade McGowan seems pretty easy money to me." Alex looked up at the man in horror.
"Who are you?" she said. He holstered the gun and bound her hands with duct tape before slapping a piece over her mouth.
"Call me Gren." He smiled as he lifted her on his shoulder and carried her to a waiting van. He threw her in the back after taking her purse, gun, and phone. As he settled into the driver's seat, he browsed the numbers in the phone and decided to call 'Spike Cell'.
Back at the hospital, the two men were waiting for the doctor to come in to see who would win their little bet.
"She does not!" Jet argued.
"She does too!" Spike retorted.
"Does not!"
"Does too!"
"Does not!"
"Does too!" the battle raged for about five more minutes when finally Spike's cell phone rang from the drawer beside the bed. "Gimmie!" he demanded as Jet pulled it from the drawer.
"It's Alex, you're sweetie pie!" he teased before tossing the phone to him. Spike pushed the talk button and held it to his ear.
"Hey sweetheart!" he greeted.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but your sweetheart is being held hostage." A voice came through the phone. It was a mans voice and spike swore he'd heard it before.
"Who is this?!" he demanded as he sat straight up in his bed. he didn't care about his wounds or how much pain he was in.
"All I can tell you is that with me she's in safe hands. With Blade she'll be in more danger than you could imagine."
"What a day. I can't believe that things are going so perfectly. It's like a dream come true." She said happily as she walked down the sidewalk with the sun on her face and the slight breeze in her hair. Birds sang, people were chattering happily, and even the bums on the corners were smiling. How bizarre was this? She came to a small café near a bookstore and decided that she could have breakfast and read a newspaper at the same time. After buying a daily paper at the bookstore, she walked over to the café and took a seat and waited for the waiter or waitress to take her order. As she sat reading, she realized that her and Spike's little adventure made an appearance on the second page. There was even a picture of her leaning at Spike's side trying to make sure he was alright. She giggled and read what it said. It blew up the issue that the three of them were bounty hunters and saved the city and some other blown up heroic story…quite interesting in her opinion. The waiter stepped up to her with a pad of paper and a pen, how old-fashioned. Now a days people are used to using handheld computers instead of the pen and paper.
"What can I get you this morning ma'am?" he asked. His long dark purple hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail with a strand of black leather, stylish! He smiled at her showing just a hint of his pearly white teeth.
"I'd like a French Vanilla Cappuccino and I guess a chocolate chip muffin." She said as she glanced over the menu and then watched him scribble on his pad of paper.
"I'll have to check on the muffin, we may not have any right now." He said.
"Oh, well if you don't have one, I'll take a croissant instead." She said. The waiter scribbled on the paper again.
"Alright ma'am, I'll be back shortly with your order." He smiled politely. His blue eyes sparkled as he continued smiling as he walked away. Alex sat back and read her paper with a contented sigh.
"So what made you do it Spike? I mean, force yourself conscious just to ask her then and there last night?" Jet asked curiously. Spike shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know, I just wanted to do it at the right time with the right mood in the air I guess. Last night just felt…perfect." He said dreamily. Jet sighed.
"Always a lady-pleaser, that you are. So romantic."
"I hope you're not hitting on me now Jet, not only am I engaged, I'm not like that." He grinned. Despite him being injured, Jet smacked Spike's head.
"Damn fool, always screwin' around! You idiot. I swear, I'm about to ask Alex why she even said yes to a moron like you. First you go off after a bounty that nearly killed you, then you straight up act like a dumbass, now what? It's a wonder she said yes to you."
"Calm down Jet," Spike said as he rubbed his head. "I've been noticing that someone around here seems to have the hots for you anyway." He grinned. Jet stared at him wide-eyed.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked.
"That doctor Giasoda, I've seen her eyin' you up!" he said with a smile.
"You're pullin' my chain you damned fool." Jet grunted. Spike shook his head.
"Nope, she's been checkin' you out all this time! Keep an eye on her the next time she comes in the room if you don't believe me!"
"Those damned drugs are screwing with your head." Jet groaned.
"They ain't drugs, they's imagination enhancers!" Spike said goofily. Jet smacked Spike again.
"She doesn't like me and you're a damned idiot."
"1,000 woolongs says she stutters when she comes in the next time while you're in here." Spike said slyly. Jet eyed him.
"Deal." He said as he shook his hand. "Now about your woman."
"What about her?"
"Why her of all people? Especially after Julia, I thought you said never again?" Jet asked. Spike thought a moment before smiling.
"I always loved a girl that could kick my ass." He said with a cheesy grin a mile wide. Jet simply smacked him again.
"Pardon me miss," the waiter said as he stepped back out on the sunny patio. She looked up at him as he placed her cappuccino on the table in front of her. "We have neither the muffin, nor the croissant. Could you come inside and pick something out of the case that we do have?" he asked politely, seeming sorry for the fact they didn't have what she wanted.
"Sure, no problem." she said as she folded her paper and stood. She followed him towards an alley before getting a weird feeling. "Is this the way inside?"
"It's the service entrance right through the kitchen, I figured it'd be easier." He said pushing a friendly smile. It seemed alright, so she followed. He led her about half way down the alley before he spoke again. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" he asked as he glanced back over his shoulder at her.
"Oh, Alex. I'm not seeing anyone though." She said.
"Really?" he asked sounding interested.
"No, I mean I'm engaged." She grinned shyly. He slowed down.
"What's his name if you once again don't mind me asking?"
"Spike, Spike Spiegel." She said. He stopped dead in his tracks. "Is there something wrong? Do you know him?" she asked.
"No, it sounded familiar, but I don't know him." The waiter said as he continued to walk her through the alley. They walked past a door labeled 'Service Entrance' and Alex began to wonder.
"Where are we going?" she asked. "We just passed the service entrance door." she said becoming frustrated and nervous. They came to the dead end of the alley where the waiter whirled and faced Alex.
"We're going for a little ride." He grinned. Before she could pull her gun, he grabbed both her wrists with his one hand and held a gun at her forehead with the other.
"I'll scream!" she threatened. He only grinned.
"Go ahead, no one will hear you. That's why I brought you all the way back here." he said smartly. "Even if you make a move, I'll pull the trigger before you can get far, let alone hit me. I fought on Titan with a father of a friend of yours. After all, 30 million woolongs to get you to Blade McGowan seems pretty easy money to me." Alex looked up at the man in horror.
"Who are you?" she said. He holstered the gun and bound her hands with duct tape before slapping a piece over her mouth.
"Call me Gren." He smiled as he lifted her on his shoulder and carried her to a waiting van. He threw her in the back after taking her purse, gun, and phone. As he settled into the driver's seat, he browsed the numbers in the phone and decided to call 'Spike Cell'.
Back at the hospital, the two men were waiting for the doctor to come in to see who would win their little bet.
"She does not!" Jet argued.
"She does too!" Spike retorted.
"Does not!"
"Does too!"
"Does not!"
"Does too!" the battle raged for about five more minutes when finally Spike's cell phone rang from the drawer beside the bed. "Gimmie!" he demanded as Jet pulled it from the drawer.
"It's Alex, you're sweetie pie!" he teased before tossing the phone to him. Spike pushed the talk button and held it to his ear.
"Hey sweetheart!" he greeted.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but your sweetheart is being held hostage." A voice came through the phone. It was a mans voice and spike swore he'd heard it before.
"Who is this?!" he demanded as he sat straight up in his bed. he didn't care about his wounds or how much pain he was in.
"All I can tell you is that with me she's in safe hands. With Blade she'll be in more danger than you could imagine."