((AN: This is my first CB fanfic, so it may be a little rough around the
edges. Plus it's the first fanfic I've posted on Fanfiction.net so a little
constructive criticism is nice too. By the way, I don't have a spellchecker
on this particular word processor so if stuff's spelled wrong, DEAL WITH
IT!!! ^_^)) ~Kyla
Yeah, and y'all know that Cowboy Bebop most definately doesn't belong to me. I'd be richer than... well... lotsa people if it did. Then again, Spike belongs to me. Does that count? (^_^ Spike-lovers don't flame me for that!)
(Oh, yeah, the name of this story was sorta "borrowed" from an Evanescence song... it IS an Evanescence song. ^_^)
(Speaking of songs, in a kind of Bebop style each episode title has to do with music, but it's the title of a song that fits with the chapter... somewhat anyway. Should be interesting)
Whisper
By: Kyla Kaiba
Chapter One: You Oughta Know
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The ship, Faye noticed, was quiet. Which, for the Bebop, was extremely unusual. She didn't hear Jet's patient tone, Ed's squealing, or Ein's barking. And, of course, she didn't hear Spike. Because Spike was gone.
Of course.
She wrapped her arms more tightly around her pillow and lay on her stomach in her dark bedroom. She didn't know how long she'd been lying there and honestly didn't care. What did it matter if she got up? There was nothing new to see. Nothing had changed. Life went on and on in endless spirals, but without Spike it was just... life. Some boring, pathetic existance. Besides, she was tired. She hadn't slept in three days. When she tried, nightmares woke her up almost instantly. Horrible nightmares of Spike bleeding... dying...
Stop it! she commanded her mind. Stop playing tricks on me and showing me things I don't want to see. If you'd only let me accept that he's gone... then maybe I'd get over it. Maybe I'd get some rest...
Faye Valentine was not a woman that brooded. She wasn't a woman that lamented over things. She'd gotten over her debts, Whitney, the gate incident. But, for some reason, she was brooding and lamenting over Spike. She couldn't get over him. Why?
Because, you -
If she said it, even in her mind, it would only make things worse. So she held the thought back and tried not to think about it. Her eyes slipped shut and the images came back to her. So she opened them again. Her room was as dark as the inside of her eyelids. But at least those horrible pictures were shut out this way.
He'd run off to find Julia and she'd died. Yet, he was still avenging her. Still doing something to help her. How come he couldn't see Faye's feelings and let go of her? "You oughta know by now, Spike..." she whispered in the darkness.
"Faye! Faye, you awake?"
Jet. "Yeah..." she replied, surprised how scratchy and dead her voice was. She swallowed some of the brandy that was left in a bottle beside her bed. "What is it?"
He picked up the tone of her voice instantly. "Can I come in?" he asked. He had to see how she looked and if she was doing all right. True, Jet was distraught over the loss of his longtime partner. But Faye was taking it hard, even harder than he was. And he had to be strong... for her sake. If he wasn't, they would all fall apart. Ed had returned to them only days after Spike disappeared and she, too, was saddened by the bounty hunter's departure. It was strange to see Ed to take interest in anything with meaning, but the girl had definately been more subdued lately, preferring to type on Tomato all day without a word to anyone except her mindless babble that she directed at the computer and Ein in a quiet tone.
"Sure..."
He opened the door and walked inside. The second he entered, it felt like he'd walked into a crypt. Faye was lying, face-down, on the bed with her face in the pillow. The room was dark, the only light coming from the open door and the TV, which was currently showing black and white fuzz. The sheets on her bed were completely thrown off in a mess on the floor, save the one she was lying on top of. "Are you okay?" he asked gently, not daring to move any closer.
"Mmm... yeah."
"You want some dinner?"
"Nah..."
"There's a new bounty head, do you want to go get it. We need the cash."
"Not really..."
"For chrissakes, Faye!" Jet burst out. "You can't sit in here forever without eating or sleeping. I don't even think you've moved except to go to the bathroom and when you do that, you look like a zombie. I know that Spike's leaving has affected you, it's affected us all, but you can't brood in here forever and expect life to just stop because - "
"Shut up, Jet."
"What?"
"Go away."
Jet shook his head, losing his steam rather quickly. "Yeah... if you get hungry, there's food out here." With that, he left, closing the door behind him. If Faye was going to be such a... well, whatever. He understood. Jet had lost one of his best friends. So had Faye. She had a right to be sad. He headed off to see if Ed was hungry.
He reached the 'sitting room', so called because it was the only place in the Bebop besides the bedrooms where there was any place to sit. Ed was there, perched on the floor in front of Tomato, clicking away on the keyboard. Ein lay next to her, sprawled on the floor with his tongue hanging out.
"Hungry, Edward?" Jet asked, standing in front of her. Ed looked up at him warily.
"Ed is hungry, Jet-person," she replied in monotone. Jet sighed, turning and stalking off into the kitchen. The whole damn ship was like a frigging funeral home. He briefly cursed Spike. Why? Why couldn't he let his past play out by itself? Why did he have to run off with no real explanation except 'to find out if he was really alive' like Faye had told Jet he'd said before she'd sunk into depression.
Suddenly, Ed yelped. He couldn't quite make out what she was saying from where he was, but he figured she was just complaining from hunger pains. He picked up the plate of bell peppers and beef (for once, truly with beef) and walked into the room where Ed was.
"Ed, supper's on! Come and get... it..." He trailed off when he saw what he did. Ed was hugging the person that was standing in the middle of the room, wearing a smirk. A cigarette was held between two fingers and the other arm was around Ed. "I can't believe it... Are you... Can you be..." Jet stammered.
Ed grinned, the first time in a long time. "It's Spike-person!" she cried.
I want you to know that I'm happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me
Would she go down on you in a theatre
Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby
I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother
'Cause the love that you gave that we made
Wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, 'til you died
But you're still alive
And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
(c) Alanis Morissette
***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***
Yeah, yeah, I know. The beginning was rather basic and predicable, but things get better, promise! For now, review and then go on to the next chapter. Or go on to the next chapter and leave a long review after reading, your choice! ^_^
Oh, yeah, and I chose this song as something Faye might be thinking about Julia and Spike. Yeah... the chorus fits if nothing else. *hehe* ~Kyla
Yeah, and y'all know that Cowboy Bebop most definately doesn't belong to me. I'd be richer than... well... lotsa people if it did. Then again, Spike belongs to me. Does that count? (^_^ Spike-lovers don't flame me for that!)
(Oh, yeah, the name of this story was sorta "borrowed" from an Evanescence song... it IS an Evanescence song. ^_^)
(Speaking of songs, in a kind of Bebop style each episode title has to do with music, but it's the title of a song that fits with the chapter... somewhat anyway. Should be interesting)
Whisper
By: Kyla Kaiba
Chapter One: You Oughta Know
***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***
The ship, Faye noticed, was quiet. Which, for the Bebop, was extremely unusual. She didn't hear Jet's patient tone, Ed's squealing, or Ein's barking. And, of course, she didn't hear Spike. Because Spike was gone.
Of course.
She wrapped her arms more tightly around her pillow and lay on her stomach in her dark bedroom. She didn't know how long she'd been lying there and honestly didn't care. What did it matter if she got up? There was nothing new to see. Nothing had changed. Life went on and on in endless spirals, but without Spike it was just... life. Some boring, pathetic existance. Besides, she was tired. She hadn't slept in three days. When she tried, nightmares woke her up almost instantly. Horrible nightmares of Spike bleeding... dying...
Stop it! she commanded her mind. Stop playing tricks on me and showing me things I don't want to see. If you'd only let me accept that he's gone... then maybe I'd get over it. Maybe I'd get some rest...
Faye Valentine was not a woman that brooded. She wasn't a woman that lamented over things. She'd gotten over her debts, Whitney, the gate incident. But, for some reason, she was brooding and lamenting over Spike. She couldn't get over him. Why?
Because, you -
If she said it, even in her mind, it would only make things worse. So she held the thought back and tried not to think about it. Her eyes slipped shut and the images came back to her. So she opened them again. Her room was as dark as the inside of her eyelids. But at least those horrible pictures were shut out this way.
He'd run off to find Julia and she'd died. Yet, he was still avenging her. Still doing something to help her. How come he couldn't see Faye's feelings and let go of her? "You oughta know by now, Spike..." she whispered in the darkness.
"Faye! Faye, you awake?"
Jet. "Yeah..." she replied, surprised how scratchy and dead her voice was. She swallowed some of the brandy that was left in a bottle beside her bed. "What is it?"
He picked up the tone of her voice instantly. "Can I come in?" he asked. He had to see how she looked and if she was doing all right. True, Jet was distraught over the loss of his longtime partner. But Faye was taking it hard, even harder than he was. And he had to be strong... for her sake. If he wasn't, they would all fall apart. Ed had returned to them only days after Spike disappeared and she, too, was saddened by the bounty hunter's departure. It was strange to see Ed to take interest in anything with meaning, but the girl had definately been more subdued lately, preferring to type on Tomato all day without a word to anyone except her mindless babble that she directed at the computer and Ein in a quiet tone.
"Sure..."
He opened the door and walked inside. The second he entered, it felt like he'd walked into a crypt. Faye was lying, face-down, on the bed with her face in the pillow. The room was dark, the only light coming from the open door and the TV, which was currently showing black and white fuzz. The sheets on her bed were completely thrown off in a mess on the floor, save the one she was lying on top of. "Are you okay?" he asked gently, not daring to move any closer.
"Mmm... yeah."
"You want some dinner?"
"Nah..."
"There's a new bounty head, do you want to go get it. We need the cash."
"Not really..."
"For chrissakes, Faye!" Jet burst out. "You can't sit in here forever without eating or sleeping. I don't even think you've moved except to go to the bathroom and when you do that, you look like a zombie. I know that Spike's leaving has affected you, it's affected us all, but you can't brood in here forever and expect life to just stop because - "
"Shut up, Jet."
"What?"
"Go away."
Jet shook his head, losing his steam rather quickly. "Yeah... if you get hungry, there's food out here." With that, he left, closing the door behind him. If Faye was going to be such a... well, whatever. He understood. Jet had lost one of his best friends. So had Faye. She had a right to be sad. He headed off to see if Ed was hungry.
He reached the 'sitting room', so called because it was the only place in the Bebop besides the bedrooms where there was any place to sit. Ed was there, perched on the floor in front of Tomato, clicking away on the keyboard. Ein lay next to her, sprawled on the floor with his tongue hanging out.
"Hungry, Edward?" Jet asked, standing in front of her. Ed looked up at him warily.
"Ed is hungry, Jet-person," she replied in monotone. Jet sighed, turning and stalking off into the kitchen. The whole damn ship was like a frigging funeral home. He briefly cursed Spike. Why? Why couldn't he let his past play out by itself? Why did he have to run off with no real explanation except 'to find out if he was really alive' like Faye had told Jet he'd said before she'd sunk into depression.
Suddenly, Ed yelped. He couldn't quite make out what she was saying from where he was, but he figured she was just complaining from hunger pains. He picked up the plate of bell peppers and beef (for once, truly with beef) and walked into the room where Ed was.
"Ed, supper's on! Come and get... it..." He trailed off when he saw what he did. Ed was hugging the person that was standing in the middle of the room, wearing a smirk. A cigarette was held between two fingers and the other arm was around Ed. "I can't believe it... Are you... Can you be..." Jet stammered.
Ed grinned, the first time in a long time. "It's Spike-person!" she cried.
I want you to know that I'm happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me
Would she go down on you in a theatre
Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby
I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother
'Cause the love that you gave that we made
Wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, 'til you died
But you're still alive
And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
(c) Alanis Morissette
***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***
Yeah, yeah, I know. The beginning was rather basic and predicable, but things get better, promise! For now, review and then go on to the next chapter. Or go on to the next chapter and leave a long review after reading, your choice! ^_^
Oh, yeah, and I chose this song as something Faye might be thinking about Julia and Spike. Yeah... the chorus fits if nothing else. *hehe* ~Kyla