Disclaimer: Sorry there must be a mixup none of the bebop crew are here right guys *turns to look at group of people behind her all faces hidden by those goofy glasses with the fake nose attached* Right *they reply in unison* You see officer nothing out of the ordinary here


A/N: I had a spell of writers block that wouldn't let me continue til I got this out of my system kept coming to me while I was in the middle of another story lol well here it goes idk if it's all that good the characters are sumwhat, okay a very ooc but I couldn't help myself so well, i just had to do it :D





[Cowboy Bebop]



A Flipping of Pages



Faye sat lazing about on one of the couches in the main room of the bebop. Their last bounty had been a hard core criminal and they'd all been put to the test. Even Ed was sleeping, a rather disturbing thought since it wasn't something she did very often. Her noise was a usual sound among the crew and it was strange to be without it. Soothing but strange.

Spike lay sprawled across his bed in the room across the hall humming some tune. It caught Faye's ear and she strained to catch the melody. She could hear his alluring voice whisper a snatch of a verse lost in his own thoughts. "...Come to me, whisper in my ear...I'm waiting for the day you walked out of here..." It was vague and simplistic. He was probably singing it wrong, she thought smugly. He never did have a very good memory for things like that.

A soft clicking sound and every once in a while the clump of heavily shoed feet indicated Jet's position. Trimming his bonsai garden. It must be nice to have a hobby, she reckoned wearily. Something to keep your mind of the endless loneliness. For her there was nothing. The bebop and its crew were her only life. And a sad pitiful one it was. Sure they were her friends and all, a source of money and food, but she needed more. Something to latch on to. She was a wild girl at heart and it showed but nowadays she was more sedate and unsociable. Too much alone time was bad for you and at this point it was making her sick.

Rolling over onto her stomach she flipped on the monitor only to shut it right back off again when the announcer started talking about another bounty head. A worthless one at that not even a million woolongs in the least. Not worth their time.

Suddenly the ship shuddered and came to a halt. Jet walked out of his garden room closing the door softly behind him and treaded his way down the hallway his shoes thumping against the metal flooring loudly echoing off every wall. The sound was harsh and overbearing but in actuality he only made a small tap as he approached. The larger sound was perhaps her own personification of it, an imitation blown out of proportion due to her splitting headache.

"Why have we stopped?" Faye questioned him rubbing her head lightly with her palms. She rolled onto her side and sat up slowly. Her vision swam before her for a few moments.

"We've reached Venus." He looked at the navigation system. "I'm going down there to pick up the parts we need for the bebop you wanna come?"

She thought about it briefly before deciding that it would be better to stay aboard. Last time she'd been on Venus she'd angered a few people and that hadn't been that long ago. No reason to see them any sooner than necessary. "No I'll be fine here."

He turned to Spike's doorway. "What about you Spike? You coming?" He didn't wait for an answer merely continued his revolution to the other side of the room where Ed was lying on the floor. "How bout you Ed, care to join us?" Her response was much faster than Spikes. "Ed want go. Where Jet Jet, where we go?"

"Venus, Ed." The cowboy had finally emerged from his den. He ruffled his hair absently as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Lighting one he took a long drag of it as he replaced the pack to his pocket. "Ready to go, Jet?" A puff of smoke clouded about his face tangling in his words as it swirled upward.

"Yeah let's get going." They headed for the door Ed flying around zooming in and out of them in quick twists and turns her arms held out imitating an airplane. Spike pushed her through the doorway gently. "We better hurry." Jet commented as he closed the door. "Don't wanna leave Faye alone too long, she might take off with everything."

Indignantly Faye threw a pillow at the door. "That was only the one time, bastard." That dick, always making fun of her. It wasn't like she was that much trouble. She took stock of the empty alcohol bottles littering the floor and a few empty food cans lying about. Okey, so maybe she did make a few messes once in a while but Spike had helped her with this one and it wasn't like he was ever chastised.

She stood up stretching absently as she watched Ein nose through a few bottles a, whine of hunger emanating from his throat. Kicking away some of the trash that blocked her path Faye headed into the kitchen her own stomach growling audibly. "Alright Ein, let's see what we got." She shuffled through cabinets and drawers opening the icebox expectantly. Eventually she found a can of dog food and some chocolate hidden in the farthest reaches of the last cabinet. Pulling open the lid of the dog food she swiped a small taste of it for herself before tossing it to Ein. "A little too salty for me." She commented to his wagging tail and glittering eyes as he gobbled away at his food.

Popping a chocolate through her lips, she wandered around the bebop aimlessly. Walking down the hallway toward her room she stepped inside flipping on the lights. She hadn't slept in here for a long time. The bunks were a tad bit skinny and she rather liked the length and width of the couches in the other room. Standing in front of the mirror she acknowledged her disheveled appearance. Slipping out of her yellow outfit she threw it across the floor to land in the corner of the room.

Searching through her drawers she looked for something more comfortable to wear. She pranced about her room naked, searching. Finally she found an old azure dress tight and silky, short and comfortable. It was revealing yes but then wasn't everything she owned. She adorned it adjusting the thin straps tediously so as not to show too much. In the least bit she didn't want to give jet and Spike a free show. The dress clung to her prominent breasts a sharp v'ed collar dipping deeply between them. It flowed downward tautly along the sharp curves of her hips and rear only stopping where her thighs began in a finely embroidered hem.

Reaching for a brush on the counter top she brushed her purple hair. The short tresses managed to untangle themselves into a stringy vibrant mass framing her elegant features. Her mind elsewhere she ran her fingers through her locks wishing she had someone to run their fingers through her hair. But she hadn't had anyone like that in a long time.

Replacing the brush she analyzed her new appearance. Much more like herself. She left her room switching off the lights so it was left once more in darkness. She wandered up and down the halls and corridors taking a quick peep on Jet's bonsai plants all neatly trimmed and watered. She couldn't fathom his infatuation with them, to her it was a dull thing to pass the time staring at plants and pruning them to perfection. They could do nothing for you and eventually they died.

She left the garden intent on visiting Spike's room. He was a silent cowboy with an air of mysterious secrets surrounding him, many of which she wished to discover. Opening his door only a crack she reached her hand in cautiously through the aperture and switched on the lights. Peering into it she saw nothing out of the ordinary, nothing to set him aside from everyone else aboard the bebop but she knew there had to be something hidden in the folds and shadows of this room that could give her an idea about him, even if vague. Pushing the door forward she squeezed in a few feet.

She traipsed around the room looking along the counter tops for something personal that could perhaps tell of his past. All she found was a few scraps of paper, two or three loose woolongs, and a cigarette but tossed in the corner. Nervously she bent down to search into his drawers. Cautiously she gazed about as though expecting to find someone watching her invading Spike's privacy. But of course there was no one because they were all gone, down to Venus. She opened the drawer flinching as it creaked screechily. She blushed as she realized the drawer held Spike's pants and undergarments. She closed it quickly. Moving on to another to forget what she'd glimpsed. The second drawer she tried was more successful. Within it she found a bouquet of dry roses a fragrant scent still clinging to them limply. Taking them out carefully she looked at the tag tied to their base. It read:

"To Julia, a gift for my beloved flower who is more beautiful than any other rose I could give her."


The handwriting was definitely unmistakable as Spikes. Written precisely, slanting to the right as it flowed evenly across the card. "Good old Spike Speigal trust him to be a ladies man." She muttered setting the flowers down and returning to the drawer. A brown dusty box lay at the bottom of the drawer. She grunted as she stood trying to lift it. Managing to remove it she carried it over to his bunk putting it down with a muted thud. She sat down next to it, wary of finding out its contents.

Blowing on the lid she snapped her eyes shut not wanting the thick layer of dust that blew up from it to get into them. She opened the lid tentatively half expecting some hideous monster to jump out at her from its murky depths. No such luck. Inside she found a tattered book and a golden music box delicately carved. She took in her hands the music box first. Lifting its lid she heard a familiar tune one akin to that which Spike had been humming earlier. It was pleasant and heartwarming and at the same time a sorrowful tune that pulled at one's heartstrings. Even Faye, a tough girl like herself, felt a wave of feeling in response. She let the lid fall closed pushing the box away from her as the mood became too blue and empty.

Lifting out the book she discovered it wasn't really a book at all it was more of a...a journal. Spike had a journal? She found it hard to believe that a hard core bounty hunter like him would carry around such a thing, not to mention even having one in the first place.

She opened it up to the first page and started reading.


Julia. A fire burns within me at the mere mention of her name. Pulling at my soul it dances around me in a thick lather of passion. She is the perfect image of beauty if only I can get her to notice me. A quick glance in a corridor, a smile from across the table, a drink shared at a bar, or a short conversation I wish for. But I am invisible to such as her and I must try harder to get her attention for she alone is worth the effort.

Hmm. Who knew the charming cowboy had been so in love and so unable to get a girl. Two things she'd never associated with him before now. She turned a few pages hoping for a more entertaining piece. Perusing through the pages, she found it. And oh how interesting it was...


'Come home with me.' I asked her to come home with me last night. It was late and we'd been at that bar for so long I felt like I knew half the people in there. I think I must've puffed half a pack on the walk home. Maybe I was nervous her smiles could melt butter...

We reached my apartment after a block of walking. I opened the door quickly not wanting to wait any longer than necessary. As she stepped inside I took her coat revealing her loose top and pants that clung to the curve of her body, and oh what a body it was. She eyed me strangely as I stared grinning sheepishly that she had noticed me.

We conversed for a while but of course for me that was not enough. I longed to touch her to embrace and hold her in my arms. My Julia, my love.

She let me kiss her leaning into me and pulling at my clothes but kisses were all she allowed and nothing more. It was not my lack of trying, but quite the contrary it was her lack of trust.


If any of this could be believed, Spike was coming off as a hopeless romantic. Caught up in the game he couldn't even get on top of things much less the girl. Faye wondered if he ever did end up with her if she ever fell for him as he had fallen for her. Flipping again past a few more pages she found exactly what she was looking for. Full on passion written by Spike Speigal himself, she couldn't conceive what she was reading as true.


I led her smiling up the stairs and into my room. I knew it wouldn't have been long before I claimed her. She lay sprawled out on my bed invitingly. How could I refuse such a plain gesture? I dived upon her pressing my lips against hers dangerously in a fit of passion. She returned it with just as much fervor her tongue flitting through my open lips, I bit down on her lower lip gliding my own tongue across it. Kissing trails along her jaw and down her neck. She giggled softly as I played with her hair. "Spike" She whispered my name as I undid the bottons of her blouse. She leaned forward throwing off her blouse carelessly. Putting her arms around my neck she tangled her fingers in my hair as she nibbled at my ear. Taking advantage of her position, I reached behind her and snapped open the hooks of her bra. The straps fell to her elbow when she leaned away from me to undo the bottons of my own shirt. Twisting her head she let her golden locks fall over her naked skin concealing any glimpse I might have had of her breasts. She looked up at me mischievously knowing she had annoyed me. I helped her with my shirt pulling out my arms and tossing it away.

I kissed her hard on the mouth almost forcing it on her but she accepted me and bid me entrance once again. I led a line of kisses along her honey sweet skin down the valley of her breasts to her navel. Skillfully I undid her pants with my mouth, cupping her breasts in my hands. She leapt off the edge of the bed pulling me with her as she slipped out of her pants.


In abandon Faye wondered if she should continue reading. Spike was liable to beat her if he found out. But she was getting a taste of his past an image of raw passion she'd envisioned the emotionless cowboy to be without. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the page and its enticing story. Her curiosity won out over her caution she read on.


Kneeling down before me she all but tore off my pants as she removed my shoes and threw the lot of it aside. I stood naked before her while she wore only a black thong hiding all that I had longed for, for so long. Still kneeling she ran her hands up my legs in quick fluid movements. I shuddered at her actions. Gripping my hips she pushed me back onto the bed as she laid a mark of her own kisses down my abdomen to the base of my hips. She looked into my eyes challengingly as she reached skillfully between my legs to handle my quivering member.

Her hands were gentle as she fondled me. I whispered her name softly knowing what she was about to do. Her mouth formed a deep 'o' as she guided me through her soft lips. Her tongue, Oh her masterful tongue, how it caressed my pulsating organ. Circling it, massaging it, enticing it to linger as she pulled at it continuously. I could hear myself moaning in response to her treatment.

All continued until she finally let me go, too full of desire and pure need to let her refuse me. My breathe was ragged and my member pulsed violently urging me to hurry. I brought her face to mine and reaching down I led my hands along her sides and grabbed the edges of her thong. I slid it down her legs and she helped me to remove it. That done I flipped our positions so that I was on top. I had it in my mind to take her then but catching sight of her soft smirk I changed my mind. Julia, you know me far too well. For her it would be as though she had won for I had given in to her acts of passion yet had done nothing to arouse her myself. Not to say that she was not aroused for clearly by her heated breathing and grasping hands she was.

I returned the smile playfully nipping at her bottom lip. I tasted blood but she had nipped back and I was not worried of hurting her. Going back to my work I kissed her from chin to collar bone moving to her breasts with a soft licking trail. I took her right breast in my hand and massaged it gently my fingers brushing carelessly over her erect nipple. The left I covered with my mouth suckling softly. In response she gurgled, an attempt at muffling her moans.

Kneading her hips, I brought myself away from her enticing mountains to her quavering thighs. Reaching my thumb and forefinger into her slit I parted her folds flicking my tongue into her depths playfully. Her body shook with passion and she begged me to take her, to take her fast. I waited mounting her arousal as I continued the assault with my tongue.

Taking one last taste of her flowery folds I shifted myself so I could enter her. Quickly I dipped into her. She shook with need, her red rimmed eyes frantic as she clawed at my back. I darted in and out of her the climax mounting as we moved together to a silent rhythm arching our bodies to one another.

Finally the release. In a surge of passion I filled her entire being and her nails seared into my back as I placed a rough kiss on her crushing lips. I collapsed on top of her resting for a few still moments. "I love you" I whispered to her with all the compassion I could muster.

"Aisheteru." She breathed back kissing my forehead lightly as we both fell into a silent sleep.


Faye looked down at her knuckles that had turned white from gripping the edges of the leather bound journal so tightly. Spike had been so passionate and caring. What had changed him so? What had happened to his Julia whom he had loved so much? She had to find out. Reading Spike's journal had made her closer to him made her feel something for him akin to companionship. She felt connected through this. She had to finish his story, find out what had gone wrong. She skipped several pages until she came to a strange page. The words slanted more drastically and it was written in a roundabout way as though he'd been in a hurry writing it or his mind had at least been racing.


Julia...

How can I tell her...

Tell her that I have to leave her forever.

She would never believe that it was for her own safety.

She is just as stubborn as I and knowing that there is no way I can show it to her.

Life is becoming too hard too difficult...

...

Too dangerous.

I can't let her face this danger alone and there's nothing I can do to protect her. The dragon syndicate is far too powerful for the two of us alone.


I can't bring her down with me.


The dragon syndicate. Had Spike been involved with them even that long ago? She progressed to the next entry.


I came to her side kissing her with a passion born of love, lust and, fear. "I must leave you my beloved." She looked at me with sad blue eyes begging me to stay by her side. "I must do it for you Julia, better to leave your love knowing I can keep it within my heart, than to lose you to the hands of Vicious and the rest of the syndicate. They would tear you to pieces if only to get at me. I will not sacrifice you just to enjoy your love.

Kissing her one last time I held her in my arms clinging to her, my heart rupturing within my chest. I longed to keep her next to me and take her with me but her life was more important to me than anything and I had to keep her safe. Our lips parted and I left her a single tear falling from my eye running down my cheek to land in a puddle of murky water rippling with the impact rippling continuously.


Poor Spike forced tp leave Julia like that. He seemed so much more emotional. So loving and caring. He was unsure of himself then unwilling to take risks for others just as he was. He'd lost his sense of caution now a reckless cowboy daring death to take its toll on him. She feared that losing Julia's love had eaten away at his true self leaving him a gambling shell. But of course that was not true he'd lost her so long ago and nothing in truth had changed about him but his lust for life. She flipped to the farthest pages looking for more recent thoughts. She passed a few entries about first coming aboard the bebop meeting his old friend jet and coming across the data dog Ein. She was looking for herself to come into the picture but before she could locate anything she became distracted again by an out-of- place mention of Julia.


Her poor soul. My lovely golden haired Julia her skin white and perfect her lips soft pink and inviting her wintry blue eyes like pools of liquid light now closed forever in eternal sleep. VICIOUS!!! How could you take her from me as you did? I left her so that she would be safe from your hand but you, you sought her out and destroyed her. You murdered my love.

I heard it from her sister in our bar on Mars. A sad tale I do not wish to retell. Her blood was spilt in my absence and even with the sacrifice of her love I couldn't save her. I couldn't save her...

I'm glad I wrote of my experiences with you Julia for now I will have them with me always and I shall never forget your love.


A tear fell from Faye's eye making a soft patter as it landed on the page. How much had he carried with him all those years? His sorrow hidden behind a mask of indifference he'd braved the world and stood before it after all it had taken from him a cigarette dangling from his lip and his hands placed on his hips. She felt the frustration he must have at Julia's death being unable to prevent it just as she had live on while all those she'd known and loved had died around her. She'd been oblivious to them and still could not for the life of her manage to remember anything about herself or the life she had live.

She flipped the pages slowly wanting to see how Spike felt now. She found her name and read, astonished, Spikes thoughts of her.


She's been aboard the bebop for sometime now and I fear that she notices nothing more of me than the whisper of smoke the puffs out from the butt of my cigarette. She is so beautiful with her indigo tresses of short hair, her creamy skin and long delicate fingers. She's a flirt, gorgeous in her revealing clothes and half nakedness. She is modest in her own right but hides it well. I wish for her to see me and not through me.

Vaguely she reminds me of Julia the same daring and courage I saw in her is alight in Faye. I wish to know this daring to challenge it but I do so in fear for I could endanger her as easily as I could cut my own throat.

Maybe one day she might acknowledge me for who I am and how much I love her. I will be patient and I will wait but with every day my longing to touch her will grow unbidden as will my love. One day...


"That day may come sooner than you think my space cowboy." She commented to herself smiling.

"Curiosity killed the cat you know."

Oh my god, Spike! She threw the book closed attempting to hide it under her. Frantically she looked up to see him leaning against the door frame perfectly silhouetted in the dim light.

A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as he took her in capturing her with his eyes. She wore another one of her revealing outfits this one all the more seductive than any he'd seen her wear before. It's blue material shining in allure. There she was laying on his bed, a perfect angel in every way.

Alternately she surveyed him with her piercing green eyes. It surprised her that he wasn't mad, screaming at her to leave. All she could discern from his shining eyes was amusement and something, something hidden in their depths hinting perhaps of love. She Rolled over onto her side and put her feat over the edge of the bunk her fingers fiddling with the hem of her dress. For a moment in silence she studied her hands. Were they enough to handle this ruthless cowboy? For so long she herself had wanted him but he'd been distant his dark eyes giving the presence of an unforgiving cold heart. But she'd seen through his front. It only plagued her that she may not be enough for him. Julia, she had been everything to him, as much a part of life as breathing. Could she possibly take her place?

With a quick glance up at the carefree cowboy she gave in deciding to risk it. If only for a chance to lie in his arms.

Swishing a strand of persistent hair out of her face, she looked up at his thin strong figure. "You're wrong Spike. Curiosity didn't kill the cat. It made the kittens." She implied huskily, rising to meet his embrace.


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Faye ran a hand along my naked torso. "How is it you have returned without Ed and Jet?" I knew she wanted to know if we were alone if we could continue what we'd started, safely. I told her that I had come back early when Jet had met up with some old friends. Cops, I hated the bastards. Ed went running off and I left her to Jet. I wasn't really in the mood for any of it.

"I'm glad" she whispered into my ear. I wanted to ask her how much she had read but I felt awkward about questioning her. She would of course go on the defensive and I could lose her. Instead I opted to challenge her, knowing she'd go for that easily enough. "So think you can do a better job?" She looked up at me with searching eyes before comprehending what I'd truly meant. She giggled softly, her hand slid down to the button of my pants. "Definitely."


A/N: yeah I kno nothing like I usually write but I just had to get it out the idea of writing it kept plaguing me and I couldn't work on any of my other fics lol r and r if you please tell me what u think and if u don like it then that's ok because I found it a lil sketchy myself. Ne ways I g2g. Ciao

Oh yeah and if you guys actually like this and I feel up to it I might rewrite it from a different perspective. Okey TTFN 'in the words of tigger'! lol :D