"Sombra…." Brian sighed as he threw the hand towel over his shoulder.

"What's up?" The fully grown adult woman asked. While laying across the couch in her underpants and a shirt she had stolen from Brian's dresser.

"You've been here for three days."

"Yup," Sombra agreed as sh tapped absently at the holographic keys her implants created for her.

"How long are you going to stay?"

"No los se," she shrugged. "Got a week off. It's kinda nice to just sit around, ya know?"

Brian turned around from the sink he was doing dishes at and stared at her accusingly.

"Ah...yeah…" Sombra cleared her throat as she spun her legs over the couch and stood up. If nothing else, she had some really nice legs… "Here ya go!" Sombra smiled and winked as she passed him the small pile of dishes that had accumulated next to her couch spot.

"Really? That's it?" Brian sighed as he turned back to the sink and starting the new load of dishes.

"Hey, I saw where you were looking, amigo," Sombra laughed. She had a nice, clear laugh. Even when she was mocking him.

"Of course I was. I'm seventeen," Brian rolled his eyes. He refused to be apologetic if she was going to be prancing around like that. "And Timmy should be home in about an hour, so put pants on."

"Maton…"

"What was that?"

"No es nada...it's nothing," Sombra smirked as she did a little twirl in front of Brian. She really enjoyed picking on him. Might have been the air of maturity about him, despite not losing all of his youthful ...well...fun. "Gonna take a shower. Feel free to peek."

"Sombra…." Brian sigh as he let his head drop.

"Ha, ha, see you later!"

"I'm home…" Timmy said quietly as he walked through the door. He had been down since two days earlier when he had gotten lost. Brian had been so mad. So mad that he didn't even scold Timmy. He just hugged him, but still had that look he got when Timmy did something stupid.

"Ah, welcome back kiddo," Sombra grinned as she walked out of Brian's bedroom. She was drying her hair with a towel while wearing a lightly dampened t-shirt and sweatpants.

"Yeah...where's Brian," Timmy looked around, slightly concerned. It wasn't that he didn't like Miss Sombra, but she was...too much for him. Even as outgoing as Timmy was, Sombra's energy was intimidating. Yet somehow, even with Brian's more reserved nature, he was even able to control Sombra, to an extent.

"Hmm? Oh!" Sombra nodded as she jerked a thumb over her shoulder. "He's in the back doing laundry."

"Oh, okay," Timmy nodded, going to the fridge to forage for a snack.

"Hey, I got an idea!" Sombra snapped her fingers as she started opening cupboards and looking through the pantry. "How about I make dinner, ay?"

"You can cook?" Timmy looked up dubiously.

"Of course I can cook!" Sombra's eyes narrowed as she smirked. "Didn't get this far in life without learning to cook, hombrecito!"

"Is that Timmy?" Brian came from the back carrying a basket of laundry. "What are you doing?"

"She wants to make dinner," Timmy answered.

"She can cook?" Brian raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Dios…" Sombra's arms crossed as she pouted. "Why is it so hard to believe I can cook? I didn't have parents and had to eat somehow!"

"Oh…" Brian blinked, looking a little ashamed of himself. That was massively insensitive of him. At least he had known his parents.

"Ah, no, don't start that shit," Sombra lifter Brian's chin with a finger and grinned at him. "Don't feel sorry for me amigo. Look at me now! I'm the best hacker in the world. I'm hot and not wearing a bra."

"Jesus, Sombra!" Brian cursed as he brushed past the woman and going to the living room.

"I know you just felt me up!" Sombra cackled from behind him. "As payment, I'll give you a list of things I need from the store, 'K?"

"Can't believe I let her talk me into this crap," Bian muttered as he stalked around the store. It wasn't hard to find the things on Sombra's list, Numbani was a thriving mega city, after all. People from all over the world had come here to live peacefully.

Even weirdos dressed as cowboys, apparently.

"Something wrong?" the man asked, shifting the cigar to the other side of his mouth..

"Not supposed to smoke indoors," Brian frowned. "Besides, it's bad for your health."

"It certainly is," the man chuckled, but he also squeezed the cigar out with his omnic arm. "My apologies. Sometimes I forget myself."

"Nah, it's fine," Brian shrugged. The man may have been dressed oddly, but at least he was polite.

"You look a might put out," the man smiled warmly. "Anything you need help with?"

"Eh," Brian sighed with a slight shake of his head. "Nah, just have a crazy houseguest. She insists on cooking, so I have to do the shopping. And cleaning. And everything else. Ah...sorry, didn't mean to vent on you mister…?"

"Heh, just call me Jesse," the man held out his hand. "Sounds like you don't mind too much though."

"I'm Brian," he said, shaking Jesse's hand. "I suppose it isn't too bad. Been me and my little brother for a while, so having somebody come and mix it up a bit is kinda...refreshing? I guess?"

Jesse let out a quiet laugh as he nodded. "It can certainly feel that way. Sounds like she is older than you though."

"Yeah," Brian nodded as he thought about it. "Think she's...about ten years older than me?"

"She pretty?"

"Oh yeah!" Brian laughed. "Super cute. Really smart too. But also kind of an airhead."

"Best ones are," Jesse laughed clapping Brian on the shoulder. This was a good kid. Sounded like he had some circumstances, but was doing alright.

"So what are you doing here, Jesse? Visiting Numbani?" Brian smiled.

"Not so much, just doing some work," Jesse shrugged lightly. "I'm a bounty hunter. And there are a couple of guys I'm tracking."

"Huh…" Brian thought for a moment. "Wouldn't happen to be that Road Hog guy and the other one...something Rat…"

"Junk Rat, yeah," Jesse raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"My brother ran into them the other day. They took his last five dollars," Brian sighed. "At least they helped him back to the train station when he was lost."

"They...did what now?" Jesse's look was half surprise, and half amusement.

"I know, right?" Brian laughed. "Road Hog, apparently carried Timmy to the station on his shoulder. Was super nice and everything. Not the kind of thing you would expect from hardened criminals."

"Huh, well," Jesse's eyes narrowed slightly as he smirked. " What are the odds you'll let me have a chat with your brother?"

"Hmmm…" Brian's eyes narrowed to match Jesse's as he smirked slightly. "Buy the tequila that my moronic houseguest apparently needs for whatever she is supposed to be cooking, and you can come talk to him. And you carry the bags."

"I'll carry half of the bags," Jesse chuckled. "I like you kid, you're smooth. No wonder you have sexy older women staying at your house."

AN: Yeah...the title is a Cowboy movie. I couldn't resist. :)