Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop or it's characters. Please don't sue me, I have no money.

Sorry for not getting this out sooner. I'm no longer at college, and have joined the air force. My basic training started this December, so don't expect anything new for at least 6 weeks after the 6 of December.

I'm spending a lot of time at my mother's, which means no internet during the week and/or weekends I'm down there. Sorry for the delay, I how this chapter is worth it.

Also, anyone who read my other bebop fiction may have noticed it has been deleted. I'm sorry to those who liked it and read it, but I really hated it. It was bothering me to no end, so I decided to trash it. Some day I might decide to revise it and/or redo it.

Enjoy!

Chapter Four: Respect

The room was cold, dank, and stank of abused power. The white wash walls were covered in old pictures of students forcing themselves to smile and the bright over head light flicked every few seconds. Though everyone had a theory on why this was, Faye's was that the light was there to make students crack faster and harder. These teachers had a lot to learn about the everyday college student if they thought something like a simple light was going to make her go...

Hold on, I wonder what this lighting is doing to my make up!

Quickly jerking her head toward the mirrored side of the den's room, her eyes widened in horror. Because of the fight – and she was sure, and the damned lighting in the room, her make up was smeared and looked as if it had been applied by a five year old. A cross-eyed five year old. These teachers are tricksy they are...

"Did you say something Miss. Valentin!"

Faye drew back in galvanize. She had not even realized she was talking aloud. Damned lords of the ring! "No sir. I was just thinking aloud, I am very sorry to have disturbed you. Please continue with your ah...lecture..."

The man pudgy little man snorted loudly, took a long look at her breasts, then continued his speech about how everyone should be respectful toward their fellow man. A nerve ticked above Faye's right eye. Like that pervert has any right to speak of respect

"...Which is why the two of you are going to be spending the rest of the term together. I'll have your dorm's changed by next Monday."

It took a full twenty seconds for it to sink in. Deep green eyes met dual red-brown, and an understanding was reached. They get out of this, or they kill the den trying. Plastering on their most sincere smiles, they turned to look at the unpleasant little man at once. Then man paled considerably at their looks.

"Sir, is this really necessary? After all, it's not that Spike and I don't respect one another. We were just having a playful sparring match before we..." Faye forced herself to blush prettily and covered her mouth with one hand. Mainly to keep her laughter at bay. After all, the thought of her playing a shy, timid girl was just too funny! "Well, I think you get the idea..."

Spike raised an eyebrow at her act, then winced visibly when her high heel connected with is toe. "Ahh, yeah. I have nothing but respect for ladies..."

Apparently, they had not reached the understanding that Faye had thought...

Faye's gaze shot over to meet his once more, and if looks could kill my friends, Spike would have been twelve feet under in a split second. And the lanky S.O.B. knew it too.

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"What the fuck was that! 'I have nothing but respect for ladies' – could you not have acted like a jackass for at least five more minutes! I had that man eating out of the palm of my hand until you pulled that dumb ass stunt of yours. You might as well have come out and said 'well, since Faye is fare from a lady, I feel no need to waist any of my precise consideration on her!"

"What can I say? Unlike some people, I don't lie." Faye snorted at that, a clear indication she thought differently, and averted her eyes from him. Spike stopped short, really angry for the first time since their fight. Turning toward Faye, he grasped her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean! What the hell have I ever lied about you bitch! You don't even know me!"

"Darling, I know you better then I would care to. At the party last night you lied. You killed 'Rena's pet, then said you didn't."

"Why the hell dose everything come back to that stupid lizard! It was a lizard, not a child or a person for god sake!"

The slap Faye delivered was unexpected by both of them. So was her punch to Spike's stomach. And the kick to his side...well, maybe not, but Faye found it very gratifying. And the look on his face? Priceless, absolutely priceless. "Well, I don't know about you," Faye smiled her brightest smile down at the man before her as she continued. "but I feel much better. See you later roomie."

"I'm going to get you back for this Faye. Just you watch, when you least expect it I'll --"

"Yes yes, extract your revenge. Lunkhead, do you have any idea how many people tell me that every day? Well, you'll be living with me, you'll see."

Spike grunted, stood up, and wiped the blood from his mouth with his thumb. Glaring one last time at the current bane of his existence, Spike slowly made his way back to his dorm room.

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Faye slandered into her room, ignoring her room mate passed out face down on the floor, and started packing up her things. Five minutes later, Verena kicked on the door, startling Faye's room mate awake. The poor girl gasped out in pain from the loud sounds and bright light of the sun, then when running out of the room as vomit started to travel up her throat, threatening to come out on her new floor carpet.

Verena, used to this schedule, quickly moved to stand at the side of the door, away from the bathrooms, and waited for the girl to come brailing out into the hallway. Before making her way into the room. "Gren told me that you and Spike when to the dens office. Anything good happen?"

"Only if you call me and spike sharing a room good."

Blinking twice, Verena laughed. "That's really funny Faye – but really, what happened?"

Shoving another one of her shirts in a bag, Faye didn't even bother to reply. Her silence was answer enough. When her friend failed to say anything, she turned to look at her, only to find that Verena had left. Which was strange since anything Verena did, half the campus could hear her. Neither one of them was known for being the silent type.

Shrugging it off, Faye continued packing in silence, only her thoughts for company. And as soon as that thought crossed her mind, she silently damned her friend for leaving without even trying to make her feel higher then shite.

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"Hey Spike, wow, what the hell happened to you man? Gren is waiting to talk with you in the room by the way. He mentioned something about a fight." Jet called out as he swiped his card to open the community dorm door. He fingered his hat slightly to make the rim block out the sunlight. Glancing over at his old time friend and room mate, he waited for curt response he knew was coming.

"Hey, thanks for letting me know, the fight was nothing, and I'm moving out tonight."

Jet's eyes bugged out of his head as Spike walked around him and started down the hallway toward his room. In the mood Spike was in, Jet knew better then to ask questions yet. So shrugging it off, he continued on to the cafeteria.

Spike looked over his shoulder to insure Jet had gone, before he slammed his fist into the wall. He had so much pent up frustration, he thought he was going to burst. First, the people he normally hung out with were ignoring him because of that bitch Verena and that damned lizard. Then, that bimbo Faye jumps him from behind and starts that stupid fight with him. Again, because of that damned stupid lizard. And finally, the creepiest den on campus dose that whole rooming together thing. Which, frankly, Spike did not think was legal.

Tomorrow morning I'm giving my lawyer a call. That little worm of a man will wish he was never born by the time I'm done with him. And Faye. I'll deal with that slut soon...

Grinning nastily, Spike pushed open his dorm room door, and crossed his hands over his chest. Gren stood up, his jaw clenched, and glared across the room. When he saw Spike had no intention of saying anything, he took a deep breath and stepped forward. "It's not right to hit girls." was the best he could come up with. And as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he could have smacked himself in the forehead.

"If they're hitting you it is..."(AN: which I think is true. Ladies, when we just start hitting guys, and are actually hurting them, they do have the right to restrain us...so many dirty things are now popping into my mind, lol) Spike drawled out, a smile curving his lips. The two men had been friends for too long not to know what was going on in the others mind. They were not close friends, but they were alike in ways that made it simple to get the other's way of thinking.

"Yeah, well, Verena doesn't hit people. But you still saw fit to make her cry. You want over the line when you did that Spike. She don't bother anyone and --"

"She bothers me. Her and that bimbo --"

"Stop calling Faye a bimbo. You don't even know her." Gren stated quietly but harshly.

Spike's eyes narrowed considerably and hardened. Taking a step closer to his once friend, now enemy, he sneered. "Why the insulted boyfriend act? What, did the two little bitches let you fuck them or something? Because --"

He never got to finish. Gren lunged for him before the words could even form on his lips. The two men tousled, smashing into; and braking, anything that lay in their path. And that's about when Verena walked in. Not that they guys noticed, which is why she was able to leave and get a cup of water from the men down the hall.

Walking over to them, she splashed the contents of her glass over the two. "Ah, ladies, glade to have your attention. We need to talk."

"But prince charming here was defending you and your friends honor!" Spike said sarcastically as he pushed away from Gren, who was blushing as red as the inside of a mango.

"Oh Gren, that was so sweet, thank you. But you know it's pointless to defend me in any fashion. So stop your foolishness." with that, she turned to Spike with a hard look in her eyes. "You and I need to talk pet killer."

"Right. Gren, take your girlfriend and get out. I need to pack."

Verena turned to Gren again and smiled sweetly, biting down on her lower lip lightly. "Hey Gren, could you leave me and the killer alone for a while?"

Gren blinked a few times, slightly disturbed that she was asking to be alone with a killer. "Ahh, maybe I should --"

"Leave and I'll make you cookies."

His eyes lite up as an idea crossed his mind. Grinning fro ear to ear, he shook his head no. "I'll leave if you promise to go out with me." his smile grew when he saw her narrowing eyes.

"If Faye put you up to this --"

"She didn't."

"Fine...then I guess it's okay. But only one date. Got it punk?"

"Right-o minni punk."

Verena laughed and flipped him off as he walked out of the room. Turning toward the owner of said room, her smile evaporated. "I respect Faye too much to let someone like you be near her for more then a few minutes. So your helping me change the den's mind about the rooms. Because if you don't, I'll get my old highschool friends to come here and smash open your skull, got it?"