The Troublemaker and the Rebel

Author's Note: James Cameron invented better characters in a two hour and seventeen minute movie than Stephanie Meyer did in 2,443 pages of four books. Sorry, I actually like 'Twilight' (It's okay; All the other Cullens but Edward (especially Alice and Jasper) and Leah are my favorites.) but I've always wanted to crack that joke. xD Anyways, I was originally gonna put this up on Valentine's Day but I had some editing issues and re-did it. So here's some drabbles on my 2nd favorite (or maybe first, they and Ripley/Hicks are neck and neck) "Aliens" couple, Vasquez/Drake.

Summary: She's a dangerous and feisty troublemaker. He's a cold hearted but calm rebel. They're Marines, best friends, and though unlikely to some, pretty damn crazy for each other.

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One: The Big Bang
Summary: It starts out with a bang. Literally.

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He remembers the exact day he met her.

Alright, that's a lie. He can barely remember the events of last week half the time, let alone something from what feels like and is years ago. But everything else is a perfectly preserved memory.

He feels old, reflecting back to when he had to be barely two months eighteen years old. Already thrown out of the house from his pissed off parents who found out he had turned down a college offer that could put him on the right path, instead of the gritty and dangerous job as a Colonial Marine. 'Good riddance.' they had said. 'To think we actually thought you could be better than your brother Anthony.'

Bullshit. He'd proved them wrong.

Now just why he had been wandering about at one point in the halls when he had been a boot camp was a mystery. Was he perhaps in search for a smoke? Maybe he was due for a nice gamble with those cardsharp smartasses? He had forgotten that too.

What does it matter? He remembers everything about her from that day, and that's all that had mattered.

Yes, it all came back clearly. Suddenly from the corner of his eye there a small staircase leading up to the Mess Hall, he was certain. And the reason it had caught his eye was the person by it.

Well the person tumbling down them after crying "WOAA!" and several profanities in a familiar foreign language.

He could see the person's petite height, and probably at most reached up to his chin just from an assumed guess. Warmly tanned skin, a fine body, and cropped, curly jet black hair, he wasn't going to lie. She was beautiful.

She reached the floor at a hard 'THUD', startling him. He raised his pale blond eyebrows and before his mind was even aware of it, he was running towards her. After all, what if this was serious? Did she break a bone for her fall?

Just as he had reached her side, she was already sitting up; dusting off whatever side of her had gotten hit during that small but painful looking fall. She looked up to his face, her fierce amber-chocolate brown eyes glaring directly at his sky blue ones. Boy did she look pissed, for a second he wondered if perhaps someone had actually pushed her.

"What the hell do you want?" she huffed, while scanning her thighs to see if there were any cuts or bruises to somehow be found. He got down on his knees in concern, but of course kept his guard up; after all, the girl looked ready to bite him. She had a menacing stare that made a vicious pit bull look like a huggable teddy bear.

"Are you alright?" he asked, rather tumbled the words out too fast and nervously. She froze for a second, her hard face softening in surprise. Not of course to anything like some gingerly princess smile, but a sly, devilish, amused smirk.

"Bah, me? I'm fine man. I've gotten used to falling, it's my average action next to almost getting my ass killed." she shrugged it off with the wave of a careless hand. Her smile faded for a moment, and the two were silent. Her eyes glanced the other way, while he contently stared at her, swearing he saw the slightest hot flush appear on her cheeks. By the time she realized this; she scowled and forced it away.

He had to laugh just from the expression on her face alone, but another curious thought entered her mind. Why was she running? Or better yet, what was she running from?

"Jenette." she said suddenly, drawing his attention back to her.

"What?" he inquired, cocking his head to the side.

"I said Jenette, pendejo. Jenette Vasquez. That's my name, you better remember it damn well." she, Jenette, winked and got to her feet.

The name didn't ring any familiar tune, but her face did. She was one of those bold, brave, 'one of the guys' type of girl. She was known to hang around the troubled crowds, usually in the corner or proudly telling someone off. Now he hadn't exactly seen her in action, but personally he didn't want to.

"Mark. Mark Drake." he nodded as well, noticing that by the time he finished his sentence she started off.

"By the way, I'd start runnin' if I were you!" she said shortly before breaking out into mad fits of laughter while running. A strong gut feeling told Drake that this girl was trouble, and obviously wasn't running away from trouble. She was the trouble!

Before he knew it, the largest BOOM went off, following a green smoke rushing through everywhere and past him as well.

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"You could've snitched me out, ya know?" she remarked casually, leaning by the frame of the bathroom door. It surprised her, how stupid this guy was to take the blame of supposedly setting off the stink bombs in the mess hall after several others had participated in screwing the security cameras to turn off for a few minutes in order to have no evidence as to who did it.

"What worth would've come out of that then, Jenny?" he shrugged, looking directly to her. She frowned as soon as he said the last sentence, and tightened her fists.

"Don't call me that." she warned, glaring venomously. Then again with the sudden second thought, she supposed she deserved it. The guy took all the blame for something she did, and she was seriously ungrateful enough to get pissed at an innocent nickname.

She sighed, shaking her head and walking further towards him, close enough to where he stared face down at the bathroom floors he was looking at her dark boots.

"Look, I don't know why you didn't tell, but for whatever reason it is, you're a crazy dumbass. For what it's worth..." she paused, heaving a heavy sigh before continuing. "I'll make it up to you in some way I suppose."

He pauses, looking up to her with the widest grin he could possibly make.

"Oh I know, you already have." he says in his most casual and calm tone, trying not to spoil anything for her. She's not stupid; she already knows this is leading off to something bad, and she tenses.

"How?" she slowly draws out.

"Cos, with my punishment they never specified anything, so this is your toothbrush I'm using to clean the bathroom floors." he grins. She wipes it off immediately, by punching him across the jaw.

"Why you little- argh!" its call he can understand from her before she goes off on some furious rant in a foreign language. Spanish, perhaps? He was certain she was that, it wasn't hard to tell from her appearance.

"See you later baby doll." he croons mockingly, laughing at the top of his lungs, all while flinching at the throbbing pain at his jaw.

'Damn does she know how to throw a punch.' he remarks to himself.

There was something about her that Jenette Vasquez, just something about her he couldn't describe. Something that made her so unlike and different than any other girl he had met before.

In the meanwhile, it didn't matter. In case he hadn't noticed then, the two weren't exactly off to a good start for a beautiful friendship. Fuck it; this was a close enough start.

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Ta da! I LOVE these two so much. After finishing "Fly On" I couldn't help myself! These two are so dang awesome! xD Crack fluff I suppose, it's never said how these two met. I read up once that they met together in juvy according to the novel version of Aliens. ಠ_ಠ Well okay then...