"Absolutely not!" Jet yelled at Britney. "There is no way in hell I am letting my daughter become a bounty hunter! Why do you think I sent you money for college?"
"Yeah... about that..." Britney started, but then saw the look on Jet's face and stopped. "Nevermind."
"Britney... You are still in college right...? That's what I've been sending you the money every month for."
"I dropped out..." Britney replied looking at the ground.
"You WHAT?" Jet yelled. "How could you? I was trying to make a better life for you with that!"
"My grades dropped trying to take care of Yura, and I lost of scholarship. But I'm a really good bounty hunter, I swear! I know I can help you guys!" Britney reasoned with her father, but he still seemed stuck on the issue of college. He opened his mouth to say something but Britney interrupted. "I know you wanted a better life for me and Yura, and college could have given that to me. But obviously it's not Dad. I couldn't handle taking care of a child and being in college at the same time, even with help-"
"You could have left Yura with us last time you were here. She would have been fine and you would have been able to concentrate on school." Jet replied. He sighed, knowing there was nothing that could be done at this point. "But you are not helping us bounty hunt. That's a no. You can earn your keep by working around the ship."
"Don't Dad me! It's too dangerous! I will not have my daughter or granddaughter be in danger!" Jet yelled, then stomped off.
Britney huffed. She was 24 and still her father had an idea that he could control her. She squealed and stomped her feet real quick. Yura and Spike both looked at her. Spike looked at Yura. "Yura, why don't you go find Aunt Faye and bug her for a bit..." Yura got a bright smile on her face. Spike noticed. She was just like her mother, almost always happy and not afraid or nervous about anything.
"OK! I'll be right back Uncle Spike!" Yura chirped as she ran off go find Faye.
Spike looked at Britney. Britney felt his gaze on her and she looked back. "What?" She hissed.
"Oh nothing. I was going to give you some comfort but you seem like your in a bitchy mood. So I'll sit back and let you work it out yourself." Spike leaned back on the couch, stretching his feet on the table and his arms behind his head.
"Your a bastard, you know that?" Britney asked.
"So I've been told." He took a puff of his cigarette and winked at Britney.
"That's it." She said as she stomped over to Spike. She grabbed his cigarette and took a puff of it herself before throwing it on the floor. Spike stood up.
"That was my last cigarette." He looked a little pissed about it, but not really. Then Britney cupped his face and pulled him in and kissed him, hard and rough. Spike went with it, putting his hands on Britney's waist and pulling her closer. Britney moved her hands and wrapped her arms around Spike's neck. Spike's hand traveled up and down Britney's back until they went down and cupped around her thighs, lifting her so she was straddling him in the air. She wrapped her legs around him, holding on tight as she kissing continued, now much more intense than before.
Finally they broke apart, needing to come back up for air. They breathed heavily as Spike put Britney down, leaning his forehead on hers. They smiled at each other for a moment, taking in the moment.
"She's gotten so big." Spike said, talking about Yura.
"I know. It seems like only yesterday I was bringing her onto the ship..." Britney said, both of them still smiling. "I feel bad, her not knowing who her father is..."
"But it's for the best. You know Jet would flip if he found out who." Spike replied.
"I know. In some messed up way this is what's best I guess..." Britney sighed. Then pulled away from Spike. "So how many girls have you kissed since I was gone?" She said as she pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Spike took it from her before she could even take the first drag.
"That depends. How many guys have you kissed?" Spike threw the question back at her.
"Ooooohhh... avoiding questions now are we?" Britney smiled. "None."
"I don't believe that Miss Bounty Hunter..." Spike replied. "I know exactly how you get your man. And you know your dad isn't going to be happy about that."
"It works. My bills get paid." Britney replied.
"I saw the article. Scarlette O'hare..." Spike replied, completely calling Britney out. He took a piece of paper out and threw it on the table next to them. "Funny stuff."
Britney giggled. She picked up the picture of a woman in a mask wearing all black, walking a criminal to the police station. "This is cute. You think that's me?"
"I know it's you." Spike answered.
"Proof. What do you have?" Britney asked, shoving the picture against his chest with a smirk on her face.
"Well one thing is in this picture, she has that same exact smirk you get when you think you have the upper hand in a debate, like that." Spike said pointing out Britney's smirk. "But what really shows it is the scar, right at the base of the next on the left side shaped like an X." Spike said holding the picture closer to Britney's face. He then brushed her ponytail aside, showing her scar at the base of her neck that looked like an X.
The smirk on Britney's face disappeared as she took over her look of confidence. "Please don't say my dad knows."
"No. He doesn't. But if you're staying her he's definitely gonna figure it out." Spike said as he stretched back out on the couch. "I'm going to sleep."
"You're a jerk, you know that?" Britney said with a smile.
"So I've been told." Spike smirked back before Britney left the room to look for her father.
AN- And so the plot thickens! If you read the original before i deleted it, you have some idea of what is coming up. But there are a LOT of changes, so don't think this is just a more detailed version of the original. Hope you enjoyed this update. R&R! Thanx! TTFN!