Hiya, this is a Cowboy Bebop fic. It's a romance(eventually) between Faye and Spike. Nuff said.
Pain and Ignorance
Chapter I
Faye retched for the last time over the toilet of the Bebop. Then, feeling like shit, she pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face in her arms. She took to crying again. In the two months that Spike had been gone Faye had cried a lot. She had also been throwing up a lot. Jet and Ed and even Ein were worried about her.
Something wet nudged her leg and she lifted her bloodshot eyes to see the sad, sympathetic ones of the ugly corgi. He sat on his furry rump and whined at Faye. "Damn," she sniffed and wrapped her arms around Ein, crying into his neck. Then her stomach lurched and she dove at the toilet.
Jet heard the mixed retching and sobs and swore long and loud. He looked at Ed, who was typing away at her laptop with fingers and toes, and declared, "That's it! We're stopping on Mars and going to a doctor. This has gone on long enough."
Ed kept typing. Faye kept crying. Jet kept swearing.
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Spike woke to a blinding light in his eyes. He couldn't move and had to open his eyes by degrees. He looked around as much as his limited field of vision would allow. As far as he could guess, he was in a hospital room. Great.
Just then a plump brunette in a nurses uniform entered the room. She saw he was awake and smiled. "Well hello there!" she said in a cheery voice.
Spike tried to talk but his throat was hoarse with dryness and disuse. "D'you want some ice chips?"
He discovered he could nod and did so. She pressed a button on a remote control and the bed rose so he was in a sitting position. The nurse chatted as she worked. She was very chatty. "You were very lucky to survive that fire, sir. There were no others that made it. There was a blond woman, but she died soon after she was brought in..."
Spike felt something constricting his lungs, then remembered to breathe. Julia was dead. No, he wouldn't dwell on it. He had faced his past and survived. It was time to let himself forget and move on. He looked up to see the nurse looking at him expectantly.
He forced his weak vocal muscled to work, "What?"
"What's your name?"
He closed his eyes. "Spike. Spike Spiegle"
"Well, Spike Spiegle, the doc'll be in shortly to discuss your injuries,"
She started out "Wait!" Spike called. She turned. "What's your name?"
She smiled. "Letty. Just call me Letty"
"Okay... Letty" he said with his wry charming smile. Letty rolled her eyes.
"Doncha try that poop on me. I'm too old"
Spike burst out laughing. She sounded just like Jet.
He sobered immediately. Did Jet and... Faye know he was alive? Probably not. He promised he would give them a phone call just as soon as he was in fighting shape again. "Hey Letty!"
"Yes?"
"How long was I out?"
"Oh, two months I'd say"
Spike whistled. Well that explained partway his inability to move. She left, and a few minutes later a tall balding man walked in. "Hello there. I just learned that your name is Spike. Well Spike, I suppose you want to know what's wrong with you, huh?"
"Yes"
"Okay. You were slashed across the stomach with a knife, it appears. Damn near spilled out your intestines, pardon my language,"
"No problem"
"And you had a few minor burns, but those are mostly healed-no disfigurement. You had a concussion, and that's about the extent of it"
"Then why can't I move?"
"Muscle disuse. You'll need physical therapy, which I see no reason that we can't start tomorrow. Unless you want the re-gen tank?"
"Na. I'll take the traditional way"
"Alrighty then. Letty'll getcha tomorrow morning"
"Fine" Spike was getting tired, and when the doc left he dozed off with thoughts of three of the best friends he'd ever had plaguing him. He really had to call Faye, er, Jet.
Love You Always,
Princess Ona
Pain and Ignorance
Chapter I
Faye retched for the last time over the toilet of the Bebop. Then, feeling like shit, she pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face in her arms. She took to crying again. In the two months that Spike had been gone Faye had cried a lot. She had also been throwing up a lot. Jet and Ed and even Ein were worried about her.
Something wet nudged her leg and she lifted her bloodshot eyes to see the sad, sympathetic ones of the ugly corgi. He sat on his furry rump and whined at Faye. "Damn," she sniffed and wrapped her arms around Ein, crying into his neck. Then her stomach lurched and she dove at the toilet.
Jet heard the mixed retching and sobs and swore long and loud. He looked at Ed, who was typing away at her laptop with fingers and toes, and declared, "That's it! We're stopping on Mars and going to a doctor. This has gone on long enough."
Ed kept typing. Faye kept crying. Jet kept swearing.
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Spike woke to a blinding light in his eyes. He couldn't move and had to open his eyes by degrees. He looked around as much as his limited field of vision would allow. As far as he could guess, he was in a hospital room. Great.
Just then a plump brunette in a nurses uniform entered the room. She saw he was awake and smiled. "Well hello there!" she said in a cheery voice.
Spike tried to talk but his throat was hoarse with dryness and disuse. "D'you want some ice chips?"
He discovered he could nod and did so. She pressed a button on a remote control and the bed rose so he was in a sitting position. The nurse chatted as she worked. She was very chatty. "You were very lucky to survive that fire, sir. There were no others that made it. There was a blond woman, but she died soon after she was brought in..."
Spike felt something constricting his lungs, then remembered to breathe. Julia was dead. No, he wouldn't dwell on it. He had faced his past and survived. It was time to let himself forget and move on. He looked up to see the nurse looking at him expectantly.
He forced his weak vocal muscled to work, "What?"
"What's your name?"
He closed his eyes. "Spike. Spike Spiegle"
"Well, Spike Spiegle, the doc'll be in shortly to discuss your injuries,"
She started out "Wait!" Spike called. She turned. "What's your name?"
She smiled. "Letty. Just call me Letty"
"Okay... Letty" he said with his wry charming smile. Letty rolled her eyes.
"Doncha try that poop on me. I'm too old"
Spike burst out laughing. She sounded just like Jet.
He sobered immediately. Did Jet and... Faye know he was alive? Probably not. He promised he would give them a phone call just as soon as he was in fighting shape again. "Hey Letty!"
"Yes?"
"How long was I out?"
"Oh, two months I'd say"
Spike whistled. Well that explained partway his inability to move. She left, and a few minutes later a tall balding man walked in. "Hello there. I just learned that your name is Spike. Well Spike, I suppose you want to know what's wrong with you, huh?"
"Yes"
"Okay. You were slashed across the stomach with a knife, it appears. Damn near spilled out your intestines, pardon my language,"
"No problem"
"And you had a few minor burns, but those are mostly healed-no disfigurement. You had a concussion, and that's about the extent of it"
"Then why can't I move?"
"Muscle disuse. You'll need physical therapy, which I see no reason that we can't start tomorrow. Unless you want the re-gen tank?"
"Na. I'll take the traditional way"
"Alrighty then. Letty'll getcha tomorrow morning"
"Fine" Spike was getting tired, and when the doc left he dozed off with thoughts of three of the best friends he'd ever had plaguing him. He really had to call Faye, er, Jet.
Love You Always,
Princess Ona