A/N: This story was originally intended as a one shot I wrote for a good friend who originally turned me onto Bebop. However someone here reached out to me and asked me to continue this into a story. So for now I'm going to make this an in progress story. I can't guarantee a lot of chapters, but I'm gonna continue this on for at least one more chapter. If you like this, stick around...let's see where this goes.
Julia was dead. She had heard it herself. Faye had become rather adept at hiding in hallways and around corners in her time on the Bebop. She knew the boys would include her in the conversation if she just attempted to be involved. She couldn't do that though. Couldn't let them know that she actually did care, about them...about their adventures, the family they had turned into. So often she hid, hid and listened.
She hadn't expected to ever see him again, in all honestly. Hadn't she just been talking to Jet about Spike probably already being dead? There he was though. Sitting on the couch, complaining about food he was shoving into his mouth. How could they both be so nonchalant about this. Talking as if they were discussing their next bounty to go after. They were laughing now, but Spikes laugh sounded hollow and empty, it sent a cold chill through her body. She saw him get up and decided she had to do something...and do it quick.
Here she stood now, a gun trained on his back as he walked down the hall to the hanger. Her hands were shaking violently as her finger reached for the trigger. How dare he? How could he stand there and tell her all these things about himself. So callously at that, like these were things he shared with her regularly. Like his entire existence wasn't an enigma to her, even still.
She had been internally warring with herself for months now. She wanted to know more about herself, yes, but what she craved knowledge on...was Spike. She had tried her hardest to fight feelings for him. Feelings that she had told herself were just sheer annoyance but had seemed to slowly morph into something different. She couldn't want him though, he wanted someone else. That someone else was dead now though, and for some reason he was still leaving.
He needed to "find out if he was really alive" what was that? Was he so narcissistic? He didn't care that she had told him her memories had returned, hadn't cared that she admitted this was the only place she could return to. She had tried to get him to see...she had come back to her home, to him. And he was still just...walking away. Her vision blurred as tears welled up in her eyes. Making it hard to keep her gun on him. He wanted to feel alive? She could shoot one into his shoulder right now and prove to him he was alive. Her finger twitched against the trigger, her hand lifting slightly at the last minute; and a shot rang off. Still he walked on.
One, two, three, four more shots she fired in the air behind him, not even illicting so much as a flinch from him. "SPIKE", he heard her cry. Then the sound of her heels pounding against the metal of the ship as she ran towards him. To what, beg him to stay? This was something he had to do, no matter how much his mind screamed out to the girl running towards him. He had made it to the swordfish in the hanger by the time she caught up to him. "Hey, I'm not done talking to you!" He could hear the anger and sadness in her voice, even before he turned around. He did though, despite his better judgement, turn around.
When he turned, he raked his fingers through his hair. This isn't what he needed right now, his head hurt, not to mention his body...his heart. Julia had died in front of him, despite their collective best efforts. Her last ragged breaths were taken in his arms, and then he left her there. Dead on a rooftop. The thought made his hand fist in his hair before he tore it away and looked at Faye, with fire burning in his eyes.
She still had the gun in her hand, her cheeks were littered with tears she spilled for him. Her face was contorted, pain and anger marring her sharp features. "Please...don't go", she whispered, looking down at her boots. A small chuckle tumbled through his chest and died in his throat. He heard the gun clatter to the floor and then felt her hand connect with his face. Bright, white pain spread across his cheek and jaw. "YOURE LAUGHING?", she practically shrieked at him. Her anger echoing around the hanger. Then her hands were on his chest, shoving him backwards. "You wanna feel ALIVE, I'll show you alive!" Smack, her hands connected again, but this time he was prepared for the assault to his chest. He grabbed her wrists and held them tightly. She looked up at him, fresh tears spillling from her eyes.
"What do you expect this to do Faye? Somewhere in your head do you think smacking me around is going to make me stay?" Frustration was building quickly within him now. He didn't understand, why now? Why was she suddenly so attatched to his presence. They had spent so much time together at this point he was used to her cold attitude. In her softer moments he had enjoyed her laugh and camaraderie but this was something he had never seen from her before. Real, raw emotions. For him? His grip on her wrists loosened. Her head and shoulders fell and she shook with the force of her tears.
Suddenly and without much thought he pulled her against him. She crashed into his chest with a small noise and his arms enveloped her tightly. His chin rested on the top of her head and he spoke. "Faye...", he said softly, "this isn't the time for this, not now." He could barely hear her words as she sobbed them into his chest, "if not now...then when? When you're dead, when you- when you don't come back" the last words caught in her throat as she choked back more tears.
He moved his arms now, and she looked up at him. "Who says I won't come back, Faye?" His hands moving to gently cup her face. "This isn't about you, this isn't about me, this is something I have to do. I need you to understand." "I can't.", she sobbed a balled fist connecting with his chest, but all anger behind it was gone. Only aching sadness was left. "Please Spike," she asked again, "please don't leave...me.", and with that he was kissing her. His hands moved from her face to lace into her hair, holding her to him. A shocked squeek fell from her mouth before she relaxed against him and opened her mouth under his.
He could feel the tears still on her cheeks, warm and wet against his face. His tongue ran across her lower lip before quickly darting into her mouth. Her body pushed against his as he deepened the kiss and heard her moan against his mouth. He broke away from her mouth quickly and moved to her jaw. He was tired of pretending she wasn't beautiful. He was hurting right now and he didn't care anymore.
He felt her hands clawing at the buttons on his jacket as his lips burned a path down her neck. He grunted against her skin as her hands found their way into his jacket and he felt her nails rake down his sides, through his shirt. His mouth moved back to hers now, as he pushed her back up against his ship. His mouth was rough and hungry against hers. Bruising her lips with the ferocity of his kiss. His hands were still entangled in her short hair but he moved them now. Down, down to the top of her shorts. Somewhere in the fog of anger and lust he found her suspenders and relieved her shorts of their strain. They popped free under his hands and and released their tension against her skin.
Her hands had been busy as well and she quickly pulled his jacked down his arms and to the floor. Now they were on his shirt, clawing at the fabric covering his chest. He grabbed both of her wrists in one of his hands, effectively stopping their attack on his clothing. His other hand was reaching behind her to unclasp the back of her suspenders. He heard them click and he pulled her loose shorts down. He pulled away from her, far enough to remove the rest of her clothing. She was in just her underwear and boots now, and his eyes raked over her body, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips as he stared at her.
She was too shocked by the situation to do much more than writhe against his ship and under his gaze. He was still almost completely clothed, she realized now. Having only managed to remove his jacket before he stopped her. He yanked her back up against him now, kissing her swiftly, before turning her around and pressing her stomach against the hull of the Swordfish. His chest was against her back and she could feel the bulge in his pants against her ass.
She moved against it and heard him groan in her ear. He bit it gently and she shuddered, unsure if it was the sensation of his mouth or the cold metal against her bare skin. She felt his hands move in between them and remove his belt. His mouth was on her neck, kissing and sucking it gently. She heard the grating of his zipper as he pulled it down. His hands were on her hips now, his fingers hooking into her panties as he pulled them down her thighs.
The thrill of the moment had her more than aroused and she could feel herself dripping in anticipation of what he would do next. His one hand reached down and played between her legs, teasing her as his other hand shoved his pants down hastily. His erection was already trying to push through the front of his boxers and he moved them slightly freeing himself from the fabric. He was hard and hot, throbbing against her and she felt herself soak his fingers that were still dancing around her slick lips.
As quickly as his hand had been there, it left. She cried out against the loss of their connection, but before she had time to protest he was surging into her. The force smashing her against the metal and glass of the ship she was pinned to. He pulled away quickly before slamming back inside her. She moaned loudly at the sensation of him pushing deep into her. His movement was fevered and he set a fast pace, slamming into her again and again. His mouth found her shoulder and he bit down onto her soft skin. She shuddered against him and tried to meet his pace. Throwing herself back against him in a desperate attempt to get him as close to her as she could.
His fingers were digging into her hips, holding her in place as he continued to move behind her. Neither of them seemed to understand what was happening, but they also didn't care. They were both careening towards an end that seemed, at least in this moment, exactly right. His hands reached up now and covered her breasts and she arched her back against them. She heard him groan her name out between clenched teeth and it suddenly sent her spiraling down into her pleasure. Her walls clenched around him and she shouted his name loudly as she came. He pumped into her again, his grip getting almost painful as he filled her completely before coming himself.
His hands shot up above her to balance himself and she felt his weight gently press against her for a moment, and then it was gone. He was pulling away from her and reaching down for his pants. She pushed herself away from the ship and silently pulled her panties back up and reseated her shorts in their proper position. She turned to look at him now, not bothering to find her top just yet. "Spike...wha-..." she trailed off as he sighed. "I'm still going Faye." He grabbed his jacket from the ground and slowly stretched his arms into it. "Even...even after whatever that just was." He could hear her voice breaking and she was suddenly studying the floor far harder than she needed. She found her shirt, turned her back to him and finished dressing.
"Yes Faye...I'm sorry, I told you...this is about more than me." He reached forward towards her shoulder but his hand fell before reaching her skin. She spun around and faced him, the tears were back in her eyes. "Then go", she spat angrily. "I'm sorry to have kept you." "I'm not..." his voice steady and clear. She held her breath as he walked towards her, he put his hand under her chin and leaned it up to look at him. He leaned down his lips almost brushing hers, "see you around..." was all he said as his lips laid a painfully soft kiss on hers.
This time she didn't say anything. He walked to his ship, and she watched as he went. He lit a cigarette and lifted himself into the cab. As he closed it down around him a single sob fell from her lips. Then he was gone.
See you space cowboy...