Lunkhead
A/N: This is an introspective piece from Faye's POV right after the italicized scene from episode twenty, "Pierrot Le Fou".
Disclaimer: Cowboy Bebop is not mine. Much as I hate to say it, it's true. Go on, now, read the story before I have Spike pull a Bruce Lee-kick on you.
"This could be the one…the one I don't come back from…the end…" Spike said quietly.
I looked up at him abruptly.
He grinned that infuriating grin of his. "Just messing with your head," he added, a laugh lacing his voice. "Would you rescue me if it was true?"
I turned away from him. "Lunkhead."
I can't believe I called him a lunkhead. Of all the insults I could have come up with, that's what I called him.
But now I wonder, was it really meant as an insult? Or was it a…a term of endearment? Something I said out of fondness?
What in the world am I thinking? I'm not fond of him! The man is an impulsive jerk who manages to get himself shot or stabbed every time he leaves the ship.
There. That was an insult. I feel better now.
I've always thought it was funny, the way he can always go out and get himself banged up, and then come back and be fine in a few days. Like he's invincible or something, even if he does end up looking like a mummy during those few days. And yet, I never want him to leave the ship, because I'm always afraid he won't come back again.
If this is the one he won't be able to walk away from, and my last words to him will have been "lunkhead", how will I feel later?
Nothing. I won't feel a thing. Because it doesn't matter. He doesn't matter. Let him go and get himself killed if he wants to. I don't care. Everyone knows I don't care. I'm an independent woman, you know.
But I do care.
Maybe he did mess my head up a bit, but, yeah, I will rescue him.
Even if he is a lunkhead.