So now she knew. She knew, but nothing had really changed. Yes, she had given him hope, but Lobo still hated waiting. Even though he had lived for so long and even though he had eternity on his side, the Czarnian was remarkably impatient. It was a rare thing if he didn't want things to happen straight away, and didn't mind waiting.

Still, if he wanted things to have a chance of going his way he had to give her time. Had to give her space. He knew it wasn't reasonable to expect her to start something up with him so soon after being told that the father of her stillborn child was dead as well.

But he wanted her to. He wanted her with an intensity he had never wanted anyone else, and even more so now after he'd told her. It was strange. No, scratch that; it was downright insane! He often wondered why. What was it about her that could reduce him to this? To make him sit around waiting, to hang around even back when he knew she was taken. Must be something with that Goddess part of her, he reasoned.

He sometimes thought about leaving. Go to some bar, or harem or brothel, to drink and fuck her out of his system. To move the frag on. But he'd already tried that the first time he left, and it simply didn't fragging work! He just kept seeing her in every chick he encountered, kept on thinking and wondering and dreaming about her.

It was pathetic, really. And it was hell.

Something could also be said about the fact that he never once thought about killing her in an attempt to rid himself of what he was feeling.

So he kept on waiting, staying in the holding pattern while she dealt with whatever it was that went on in that pretty head of hers.

Still, eventually he had to get out of the house. So one day Leela's houseguest was missing but a note was left for her on her kitchen table, and hanging over the back of a chair was that sleek space suit she'd worn when he'd taken her out into space to see the dolphins.

Gone to check on the fishies, the note read in Lobo's none too neat handwriting, followed by a set of PINpoint co-ordinates. Oh, he would be back before too long, but it never hurt for her to know where to find him.

As Lobo was stomping his way up the road to Leela's house, he wondered for the thousand time how the frag she had managed to turn him into such a softie. He sort of felt guilty, because no matter what he had thought and said last he saw her, about her being alone, he had once again gone off. But at least it hadn't been for his own profit or enjoyment; he'd felt a need to have words with a certain fanged dweeb, and gone on a long-ass trip to trace the fucker across the multiverse. It had been harder and taken longer than it should have, but Lobo did get an explanation for that.

He sighed. To say that he was disappointed about the results of his trip was like saying that water was wet.

So now he had to bring the news. He didn't look forward to this at all, but at least he had a bottle of styrong-ass rum with him. He had a feeling that at least one or the other of them would need it.

He just knew he'd get the blame for this.

After he left Sin, the Main Man took a detour by his bunker on his way to Leela's house. It was officially a job after all, and he never went out on a job without a few guns, knives and explosives, no matter what the job were.
Setting down the space-hawg outside of the barrier, he wondred if he was allowed in yet.

She'd heard his bike and opened up the door, motioning him in.
"Come on, I just changed it. You do know where the master bedroom is, right? I've showed you the layout of the house before. You'll be sleeping up there, first landing up the private circular staircase. I'm down in the sunroom off the kitchen. You need anything? Because I'm about to go get ready for bed. Figured you could meet Tom in the morning."

When leela had gone off for the night, Lobo started walking around the house and the garden, mapping it out in his mind. Sure, he had been there before, but he hadn't exactly studied it like he was now. Every shadowy corner was etched into his memory, as were every possible hiding-place and escape-route that he figured would be suitable for a small and weak brat. No, he wasn't exactly one for children.
As he walked around, he constantly kept honing in on Leela's location, every now and then turning in her direction.

Not a sound. Not a single solitary sound. Having Lobo there was a lot like not having him around at all it seemed. Because try as hard as she could, she just couldn't hear anything beyond the creaks and moans of the big house. But then again, he had drunk a lot of alcohol, so maybe he was down for the night. Lying on one side, then the other, she finally gave up on listening for him.

And that's when the darkness started closing in. Leela tried, counting to ten, then counting once more. Every night it got a little worse, the surrounding black shadows a little colder, more threatening. Finally she ducked her head under the covers, shivering and fearful. Can't be scared, nothing to be scared about. Lobo is here. Nothing can hurt me... but what if something is outside right now
and comes through the window or what if it's in here already and...
Rubbing cold hands against each other she bit her lip and tried to stay quiet, tried to calm down enough to maybe get some sleep for a change.

He kept walking around in the darkness. He smoked a cigar while he was out in the garden, then he made his way into the dark house. While he didn't exactly have night-vision, darkness wasn't a problem for him. Since he wasn't a stealthy type, his heavy boots echoed against the floor as he walked by the door the sun-room, sensing Leela inside.

There it was. Something on the edge of her hearing, and getting louder. She began to tremble, cold chills running up and down her arms, up and down her back. "Lo... Lobo?" she whispered into the dark. Something was there. Something was in her house now, she could hear the heavy footfalls, practically sense the heavy breathing. Was it him or was it...?
"Lobo?" She whispered again, a little louder. </i>Please let it be him, please let it be him.</i> If he didn't answer soon, she was going to scream and wake the whole house up. Again.

The heavy footsteps halted and resumed, coming right up to her door. The doorknob turned and the door opened a bit. "Yeah?" Came the answer in a deep and low voice. "Sumthin´ up? The monster's out here, not under yer bed."

Hands that had tightly clenched a blanket finally started to relax at the sound of that voice. "No, no nothing's up. I just ah, thought I heard something. Didn't know what it was and - " everything came out in a rush. "Wouldyoucheckforme? Under the bed I mean? No, never mind, nevermind that was stupid. Night Lobo." Rolling over, she closed her eyes and curled under the blanket. Bad enough she was
frightened and shivering like a small rabbit; but if Lobo said there were no monsters under the bed, there were none. After all, he would know, right? But what if he's wrong, what if there is? A small mewl of fear escaped her lips before she clamped her mouth closed tight and waited for the sound of the door to close.

Instead of the door closing, there was a low and amused chuckle and the heavy footsteps drew nearer. "We gotta fix this fear o' th' dark o' yers someday."

Of course he was amused. And there was also a wicked little part of his sadistic brain that said he could take advantage of
this.

"I'm all ears. You tell me how to do it, and I'll do it. And how did you know I was so sca-scared of the dark anyhow?" Hearing the footsteps come around, she stretched out her hand to feel him, to know where he was. And to make sure it's really him.
"Sorry, 'Bo. Don't mean to be, but I used to get these horrible nightmares and all. Bet you aren't scared of anything, are you?"

There was a slight rattle of the chain as he stretched out his hand somewhat to allow her to touch him. "Yer shakin' an' whiperin', course yer scared. An' it's a weakness an' I can read those." he explains. "Ya get yer sight back an' we deal with it."
"Naw, nuthin' ta be scared off. I'm th' Main Man."

Sliding her fingers down his arm, she lightly ran her fingers over his chains, then over the leather of the glove on his hand. Slipping her fingers between his, she squeezed lightly, then let go to sit up in the bed and comb her fingers through her hair. Just another nervous habit, one it was still hard to break.
"Yea, when I can see again. But not before, ok? I mean, I wasn't always like this. It's just gotten worse, that's all."
"You sure there's nothing under the bed though?"

He laughed. A short bark, really. "Yeah, I'm sure. Ya want me ta fire of a few round under there ta convince ya?" he grinned, crouching down next to the bed.

"No. It's ok, really. You don't have to shoot under my bed."
Fidgetting under her sheets, she tapped her fingers against her leg. "But um, if you wanted to come back later and say hi or something, you could you know. I wouldn't mind. Really I wouldn't."

"So yer plannin' on stayin' awake an' hiding uner yer covers th' rest 'o the night, that what yer sayin'?" He snorted.

"You got a better idea?" She shakes her head. "No, no eventually I fall asleep." And then I have nightmares and dream that I'm lost in the dark, and then I wake up and I am lost in the dark. "I mean, you know, sooner or later."
"'S just hard to sleep when I'm alone, when it's like this. Keep thinking I'm hearing things, or something's
gonna.. I keep thinking stupid stuff, that's all."

"Aw, feetal's gizz..." he muttered. Shifting, he sat down on the floor, leaning his back againt the bed. "Gimme a fraggin' pillow an' go ta sleep."
He would much rather be in the bed than beside it, but it was a far too narrow one.

"No, you don't have to do that, really you don't. It ok, really."
"On second thought, here." She pulled her pillow from behind her back, handed it over, and snuggled under the covers. Lying on her stomach, and stretching one hand out beyond the bed, she felt around in the dark until she found his shoulder. "There you are. Good night, Main Man." And in a softer voice. "Thank you Lobo"

He just grumbled something and put the pillow behind his back. Stretching out his legs and crossing them at the ankles, he snorted and wondered what the fragging fuck he was doing.
"Chalk it up as another thing ya owe me."

"Owe you, gotcha. Whatever you need, 'Bo." Already nodding off, finally feeling safe for the first time in days, Leela pulled her arm back up and put it under her head.

Lost, she was lost. She couldn't see through the gloom and darkness of the trees. And something was out here, something that growled low and stalked her. She couldn't see it, but it was big and it was close. Stomping her foot, she yelled at it, trying to scare the beast off. A low rumble met her words and her eyes grew wide. "No. NOOOO!" She turned and ran, then tripped and fell. And kept falling, until she hit something solid beneath her and woke up with a cry.

"Ow! What the hell did I fall on, and where did my bed go?"

"Ya tryin' ta break my friggin' neck or what?!" The annoyed snarl should answer very well what she had landed on. "Ain't e'nuff that I'm tryin' ta get some friggin' shut-eye sittin' on a fraggin' floor, I gotta have you fallin' down on me as well?" Lobo was sitting up with Leela sprawled on his lap, rubbing his sore neck. Though he did enjoy the view.

"Oh man. Sorry. Sorry." She put a hand down to push herself up and off him, encountered his leg. And then she pulled away quick as a scalded cat. His leg just 'flexed' with her hand still on him. Ergo, it wasn't a leg at all, it was.. yea. Scarlet faced, she pulled back, practically straddling his lap. "No, I'm not trying to break your neck."
Pulling the strap of her nightgown back up and onto her shoulder, Leela tried to think of a way they could both win. "Look, this isn't gonna work. Why don't you go back to sleep upstairs or something, and I'll try to rest here. At least you can be comfortable while you get some shut eye."

Oh, he leered at that alright.
"An' havin' ta run back down here when ya wake up screamin' like a fraggin' banshee? Frag that."
Unceremoniously, he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder as he stood up and started walking towards the master bedroom.

"He-HEY! What do you, dammit Lobo! I am not just some sack of potatoes that you can"
She suddenly lowered her voice to a loud whisper to avoid waking anyone else up. "Lobo, LOBO. Dammit, there are rules to things like this!" Wiggling, she tried to pull her nightgown down in the back, as she lay slung over his shoulder. Trying to tug it down just a little because it was almost obscenely high, showing her upper thighs, and the bottom inch or so of her ass. And exposing more with each step up the stairs he took.
"Lobo, put me down. Lobo - no, I mean it. Put me DOWN!"

"Shut up, this's the only way either o' us are gonna get some friggin' rest." Reaching the master bedroom, he dumped her on the bed. Sitting down on the side of the bed, he began to unbuckle his heavy boots and to unwrap the chain from his arm.

"I don't.. not sure about - what are you doing?!" The thumps and bumps, and sound of chain clanking together sounded like it was coming from everywhere. Which, because of the high ceilings and the accoustics, it well could have been. Scooting to the other side of the bed, Leela found a pillow and pulled it into her lap, holding it tight in front of her.
"I'm not gonna, that is. You - you, you better not snore dammit!" Poking her
finger forward to hit his jacket, Leela found bared skin there instead. And as she started talking the touch became a light caress, stopping when Leela realized that she was casually stroking his flesh. "And fine, you stay on your side, I'll stay on my side. The bed should be big enough for both of us, just for tonight, right?"

"'at's th' plan." he snorted, amusedly. Though he would gladly make a few alterations in his plans if given the chance. And with the small caresses she had given him, albeit accidetally, he might just get that chance.
Having stripped down to his pants, he stretched out on the bed. "An' I'll snore if I want to."

She turned her back and began climbing under the covers. "Fine, then I'll be hitting you with a pillow if I want to. Just understand, when it happens? Your snoring drove me to it."
"And since we are sleeping in your bed, and not you sleeping on my floor - I don't owe you for this, ok? All's fair, ya know?"

"Whatever." he grunted and let his hands rest over his stomach. "Now go ta' fraggin' sleep."

A nod was all she gave as she turned her back to him and fell asleep.
And later, when she woke up with a small scream and found herself curled in close to him, she didn't pull away. Instead she leaned in closer, one arm up and over his chest to hold him near as she tried to slow her heart beat down once more. Nuzzling the main man's shoulder, she whispered a 'thank you' starting to fall asleep once more.

Unless he was piss-drunk or gone weeks on end without sleep, Lobo was a light sleeper. Which meant that he was aware of what she was doing.
Playing the nice guy on occation could have it's advantages. That meant not taking full advantage of her curling up close to him. Instead he continued to feigh sleep and shifted to wrap and arm around her.

Warmth and safety and the security of strong arms holding her tight. Leela moved slightly in her sleep, truly at rest for the first time since she'd left New York City. And instead of waking up screaming to nightmares, she made a quiet noise as she began having dreams of a different sort. Ones that were sure to leave her embarrassed when she woke up in the morning, curled half-naked around the czarnian.


When the sun rose, the morning found Lobo wide awake and very amused. During the night Leela had shifted closer and was now almost half on top of him. Judging from the souns she had made, she had had some very good dreams indeed.
It would be fun to rile her about this when she woke up.

Moaning softly in her dream she continued to place soft kisses on his skin. And as she went from sleep to a very lethargic wakefullness, she continued to kiss him. With each kiss her lips lingered a little longer on him, her lips became a little hotter. Nudging his face to the side she began to gently nibble on his neck. "Morning baby" she whispered in his ear as her hands began roaming over his chest.
Her hands slid higher, up onto his wide *wide?* powerful shoulders and then curled themselves in his hair. Into his 'long, dreadlocked, hai - "omigod!" Unseeing, her black on black eyes snapped open as she slammed into full wakefulness and realized just who was lying prone beneath her as she stretched out over his body.

"Mornin' ta you too, babe." he leered, chuckling at the look on her face and having no plan in hell on unwrapping his arms from around her waist.

If anything, his reply only made her turn even more red as she discretely tried to slide off of him and to the side. Something that she simply couldn't do thanks to his arms around her waist. Trying for casual conversation as a distraction, she closed her eyes again and laid her head on his chest.
"So, did you have a restful sleep there, 'Bo?

Alright, time to screw with her head. "Naw, ya kept moanin' my name an' pantin' in my ear th'
whole night. Must've been some damned sweet dreams, doll."

"I did what? I didn't have any - oh those dreams." Oh no, it was definitely time to get off of the white skinned bounty hunter. It was, if he'd only let her, that is. And she couldn't even remember if she was dreaming about him or not.
Oh this was bad, this was very, 'wanna sink into the floor now' bad.
"My dreams were interesting, yea." She tried for the casual approach. "You know, the typical." Shifting her legs around on top of Lobo, she tried to slide off him to the side. "Sorry you didn't get much sleep. Here, I'll lay on the other side of the bed so you can relax."

"I'm perfectly relaxed, 'cept fer one bodypart." he grinned, keeping her right where she was.
"Typical dreams, huh? Dream 'bout me that much, do ya?" While he did want to throw her down on her back and fuck her brains out, he was having some serious nonviolent and sober fun with her.

Oh and how do you answer a comment like that? Easy, you don't. In fact, you change the subject, which is exactly what Leela tried to do. In spite of the fact that she was lying on his chest with her gown pushed up almost to her waist. "What time is it? I need to take a shower here soon and get ready for the day, you know?"
Squirming in his grasp, she crossed her legs and hoped, HOPED that he couldn't tell she woken up excited from what she'd been dreaming about. Or at least, if he did know, and he probably did; he would be nice enough to not say anything.

"'S no rush, sweetcheecks. Still early."
Well, even if she tried to dodge the subject, the subject decided to clearly nudge her as he shifted under her, his hips rising up a bit. On purpose? You bet your ass it was.
And of course he knew about her exitement. He could practically smell it on her.

All squirming came to an absolute halt. In fact for a moment, all breathing did too as she felt him rise and push against her belly.
"On second thought, you can have the first shower. I'm just going to lie down over there" She pointed to the other side of the bed. "And maybe get some more sleep." And hope and pray that this was just another dream. "So if you want to help me out here, I can get off you now. Seriously, I need to get off. Please?"
Yes, she really was tired enough that a. that did make sense, and b. she didn't realize the innuendos of what she said until after she'd said it.

Oh, that was too easy. But at the same time, it was far too good to pass up. His leer grew wider, too bad that she couldn't see it. Or perhaps that was a good thing.
"Sure, Lee-baby. Get yer panties off an' I'll get ya off," he said with an almost purring growl, tightening his grip on her a bit as he shifted under her again. "'less ya want me ta get ya off in th' shower."

The scrapyard was obviously not a normal one. It probably was at some point, but not anymore. It was littered with craters from explosions, but that was the least of it. In the middle there was something that looked like a tower made of scrap-metal, but that on closer inspection was a space-ship.
Inside, Lobo was sitting in front of the control-panel, waiting.

The doors to the garage were thrown open hard enough for them to shatter. The Main Man strode in, fuming. He liked anger, he liked rage, but something was off. In an attempt to calm down, he grabbed one of the many bottles of very potent booze and chugged it down. It didn’t work and the empty bottle was crushed in his hand.

“Boyfriend? Boyfriend?! When th’ fuckin’ hell did the fuckin’ bitch get a boyfriend?! Feetal’s gizz! Th’ fraggin’ whore’s mine, dammit!”

In the next hour, he tore the place apart. Only his precious bike was spared in his jealousy-fueled rage. Finally, when there was nothing left of his garage, save for a few twisted metal-beams, Lobo stopped to really think. Something was really off.

He had stood guard outside the trans after dropping her off, to make sure someone picked her up. He could justify that with not wanting his contractor dead. She had paid in advance, and since he didn’t think she was good enough yet, the contract was still valid.

Going to her house the second he sensed that she was home again, he could perhaps excuse with wanting to mess with her head and perhaps get some.

But this? This was simply wrong.

She had the looks, she had the guts and she could keep up with him in bed.

It was with a frustrated and angry roar that the last Czarnian realized the simple, yet horrifying truth: he was in love.

Leela had failed the test. In a way, he was disappointed, but also pleased. More easy money for him, not to mention free access to booze and sex. He'd just wait until she'd healed up again, then he'd pay her a visit.

But, for now, the Czarnian man reclined on the old ratty couch in his garage, bottle of the ye olde gut-rot in hand.

Lobo was getting bored. Very very bored. Picking random fights and hooking up with girls in Nexus was fine and dandy, but it was starting to get dull.
His bike was repared now, and he would most likely have left already if it wasn't for the training-sessions with Leela. According to him, she still had a long way to go, and the Main Man would never break his word. So, here he was, still.

What he needed was another project. As amusing as the training-sessions could be sometimes, it didn't occupy much of his time. The question was: what project?


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Lobo finally came back to his garage torn, bloody and oh-so very satisfied.

The training with the Leela-chick had proved to be quite amusing.
"Hell, had I know that trainin' girls in self-defence was that fun, I'd done it sooner."
But then again, perhaps not every girl would like lessons while having sex.

After he was done with her for the day, he had gone into nexus to pick a fight. He didn't find one, but he did find alcohol. Strong alcohol.
"Gotta strike up a deal with Blue-cheeks." he grinned, refering to Raven Darkholme, who had treated him to said strong booze. "Gotta get me more of that."

The next day, he decided to try to get around the anti violence-field somehow. It annoyed him to no end. Besides, he had been talking with Raven about beating up the person behind it. So he had asked around a bit. Didn't do him much good. All it gave him was aggravation from that green-skinned woman.
After actually having been one-upped by her, he was once again about to start picking a fight, just to get rid of the frustration. That is, until he ran into a succubus and found another outlet for that.
The voyeurs of the nexus should be very happy.

It really had been a good idea to go back to Nexus. As Lobo finally came back to the garage again, for the third time, he was a pretty well-to-do man. Not only had he gotten the job to ransack and blow up a government base, he had run into that chick Leela again. That had lead to not only another round of brutal sex, but also a job to train her in self-defence, which meant more cash.

"Th' Main fraggin' Man!" he mumbled to himself, very pleased with himself.

That big fatso Mojo had shown up as well. After an insulting offer for a job, he eventually got something worth-while; an incredibly entertaining and long fight with this super-hero-whatever. The fight had lasted hours and resulted in a very large pay-check.

Now he was worn and battered, reeking of blood and sweat and smoke and whatever you reek of if you have been slaughtering and blowing people up for two days straight. He briefly thought about seeking Leela up for round three, but decided that he could at least let his arm grow back first.

Yes, Lobo was indeed pleased with himself.

Lobo was in a foul mood when he came stalking back to the garage. There had been no more fight, no more women, hardly even any more booze. Simply put; he was bored out of his skull.

To make it worse, he was almost broke. Which meant that he had to take on jobs to even get out of Nexus. Spare parts cost money after all, and so did booze.

He had made an offer for a job, but skipped it once he learned what the woman had to offer. It was simply not worth his time.

Grumbling and cursing under his breath, he started rummaging around his gear. Afte a short while he got up with a bottle of the 'Olde Rot Gut' in hand. Half a minute later, the bottle was only half-full and the Main Man laid sprawled out among tools and broken parts, simply slacking off.


After the bottle was empty, gew restless. Eventually, he got up again and headed back.