The Guest: Part II

Yves sighed for the third time in as many minutes.  How many times has she had to ask them to remember to leave the toilet seat down?  Or leave soap?  Or leave toilet paper?  She felt like she was living like a mole, unable to show her head in fear of attack.  It was the middle of the night, her second night there and still no Byers or Jimmy.  Frohike and Langly had been tight lipped as to their whereabouts.

 There was a polite knock on her door come morning and the sound had woken her up from a restless sleep.  She slid out of the covers and pulled on a robe Frohike had loaned her before she unlocked and answered the door.  It was Frohike on the other side.

 She didn’t like the feeling of owing people anything and now she owed the Lone Gunmen big time.  She gestured for Frohike to enter.

 God, Frohike thought to himself, she looks like an angel even right after she wakes and without trying!  But he tried not to let that distract him.  The devil comes in many forms and he trusted Skinner even more than he trusted Yves, and that wasn’t saying much.

 “You’ve been here for a full day and haven’t told us what’s going on yet.”  Frohike said matter-of factly.

 “That’s your problem, Frohike.  You never had learned to beat around the bush.”  Yves replied and stifled a yawn then she sat back onto the bed and with a moment’s hesitation, Frohike joined her.

 “I’ve learned that to get what you want, you have to be straight forward about it.”  Frohike shrugged.

 So, Yves decided to tell him just enough to keep him off her back.  He could be a persuasive little bugger when he wanted to be.  Fine.  She told him about her set up against this brand new corporation that she found to be taking Mob money.  This brought a frown to Frohike’s face.

 “The Mob?  Yves, I always knew you were crazy, but I’d never thought you were stupid until now.”  Frohike shook his head.

 His rejoinder stung her pride.  That frustrated her.  Why should she care what Frohike, Langly, or Byers thought? But it brought her defenses up and she stiffened.

 “I have my reasons.  But there you have it.”  Yves shrugged.

 “I’m going to have to tell Langly.”  Frohike said after a long moments pause.

 “Fine.”  Was all Yves would say.  Frohike stood and waltzed to the door.

 Byers had been glad to get home.  He was tired and discarded his things on a nearby desk before he went upstairs.  He wearily rubbed his eyes as he mounted the stairs, anxious to get some well deserved sleep.  Frohike came out of his room, wearing his usual undershirt and underwear.

 “Oh, hi, Byers.  Glad you’re back.”

 “Byers is here?”  Came a thickly accented woman’s voice from within Frohike’s bedroom.
 
 Blinking, Byers was able to see Yves, sitting on Frohike’s bed in a robe.  He balked, amazed and certain he was seeing things.  It couldn’t be.  He wanted to deny what he saw.
 
 “Umm.”  Byers said unaware that he was staring.

 Yves stood up when she became aware of what Byers problem was.  “No.  Whatever you’re thinking, you’re wrong.”

 Frohike caught on and chuckled.  “If dreams were wishes… no, it’s not what you think, Byers.  I’ve been sharing a room with Langly, Yves has been staying here.”
 
 “What?  For how long and why?”  Byers came to his senses.

 “Let me get Langly so I only have to explain once.”  Frohike went for Langly’s door and went in to wake up the blonde geek.  Yves and Byers could hear an almighty amount of angry cursing coming from Langly as Frohike, using no bedside manner at all, all but drug the sleepy blond to the door.

 Once Byers placated a grumpy Langly, Frohike did the talking.  When he word Mob entered Langly gave a disgusted snort and gave Yves the evil eye.

 “You’re gonna bring the Mob right to our door?  You’ve got some gall coming in here and expect us to sleep with the fishes when they find you with us!”  Langly spat.

 “Langly.”  Byers said.  “Would you rather us just give her over to the Mob?”

 Langly stewed silently.  “No.  But it doesn’t mean I have to like our situation.  How can we be sure she wasn’t tailed when she came here?  They could be staking us out!  Hey!  Where’s Jimmy?”

 Frohike and Byers frowned at each other.  This was going to get complicated.  It always did if Yves was involved.