Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop

Alrighty, this is my friend Cowboy Bebop fic! I hope you all enjoy it. It's for the livejournal community "11 reasons."

I think they may be ooc, but I hope it's not too bad.
Spike stood at the doorway of Faye's room. She didn't even notice him standing there as she was lying on her bed. There was soft, sad music floating in the air as if to set the mood for a romantic movie.

The distinctive sound of a saxophone was strong in the air, and it was accompanied by a skillful pianist that blended together into a beautiful melody. She was unmoving, and he could practically feel her sadness in the air.

He knew exactly who it was about— the man on Castillo, Gren, who had died on his way to Titan. He had heard part of the story from Jet. She was lying on his bed handcuffed and a blank, hopeless look marred her face. It was like she was completely entranced by that man, and even in death, his greedy hands clutched at her in desperation.

Spike didn't want to believe that she didn't want to forget.

Gren had taken the Faye he knew away from h—them. She was supposed to be loud and brash, a shrew that was nice to look at, but she brought upon a horrible headache. This Faye was quiet and docile. She didn't move from her room, and she kept on listening to that one song over and over again.

There was smoke all over the room from used cigarettes. The smoke curled around her like a secure blanket, and he could barely make out her slightly shaking form. The smoke was slowly diminishing, and he was beginning to feel like he was looking into a completely different world. It felt like it was a world that he should not intrude on, and it felt wrong to be even looking into it.

There were clothes scattered all about, and the blanket looked as if it was hastily thrown over her form, not even half of her body was covered. A small music box lay beside the bed on a dresser, and it didn't seem very important at all. It was just there, a little item that looked so out of place in the small room. Everything about this scene looked wrong to him, and he wasn't sure if Faye was asleep or awake.

He walked into the room like he wanted to break the spell that Faye had set on herself. His hand rested inside his pockets as they always did, and his long lanky legs ate up the small distance from the doorway to the bed. His eyes watched Faye's form silently, and it seemed like he didn't want break this world just yet.

His hands reached out just as the song started up once again. It was repeating over and over again just like the memories did in her head. A nonchalant smirk spread across his face once he laid a hand on her solitary form; it was his mask.

She jerked away from his touch, and she looked upward to meet his two-toned eyes. Her eyes held that sadness that Spike had never seen in her before, but she quickly covered it up with an angry look, a mask that she too held.

Her pillow met with his face as she screamed at him with rage. Her voice was loud and brash, just the way he remembered her. He felt no shame for shattering a world that didn't belong here.

He took the pillow and threw it back at her. His smirk only widened at the frustrated scream she let out. "What are you doing in here?" she demanded. Her small hands pushed his chest forcefully in attempts to force him out.

The piano struck out true and beautifully in a perfect mix, and it just got Spike to lean forward once again. That insufferable smirk played on his lips the entire time, and it just proved to make Faye even angrier. She threw anything she could get her hands on at him. Her mind didn't even seem to register what she was throwing as her body sat up on the bed.

Her face held a cute scowl, and it just kept Spike oh so amused. The items she threw were harmless and just bounced off his chest or wherever else it came in contact with. He just allowed her to do as she pleased, but he frowned when her hands took hold of the music box. She instantly stopped and slouched against the wall.

Her eyes rested on that music box, and he could see that tears were trying to escape from her eyes, but she wouldn't allow them to. She clutched it close to her chest as if that would bring back what was taken from her.

He leaned forward and tried to pry it out of her hands, but she just glared at him and gripped it tighter. She tugged it away from him and kicked him angrily. Spike was lucky that she wasn't wearing her heels, but he didn't even wince. "Go away!" she growled angrily. She kicked him again and tried to push him away from her.

As he fell, his hands took hold of the music box, and Faye didn't even notice as it slipped out of her hands. He stumbled backwards, and he smirked in triumph as he held up the music box. Faye's eyes widened, and before Spike could even blink, he was tumbling onto the floor. Faye's body impacted against his and his arms wrapped her waist. They hit the ground with a loud thud, and they both moaned out in pain.

Faye slowly opened her eyes to be met with Spike's two-toned brown eyes, and she let out a yelp of surprise. She tried to pull away from him, but he tightened his hold around her waist.

"Romani," he muttered with a bit of affection. Her eyes widened at what he called her, and he was almost sure that he felt her trembling against him. He didn't have time to think about it because she tore herself away from him. Faye slowly walked out to the music box, and she bent down and picked it up carefully. Her hands moved as if it would crumble in her hands.

"Gorgio," she murmured back sadly. Spike sat up and watched her with that intense look in his eyes. She didn't look at him as she held the music box delicately in her hands. The words played in her head like a broken record.

Take care.

He could see her try to wipe away the tears conspicuously, but he still saw it no matter how hard she tried to hide it. He stood up and sauntered up to her. His hand rested on her shoulder, but this time, he didn't try anything else.

Faye paid him no mind, and continued to stare at the music box. The song continued on around them as everything was undisturbed. Neither of them spoke, and Spike was almost afraid to even breathe.

This world was so delicate and strong at the same time. It refused to break no matter how hard Spike nudged, and Faye just bathed in it like she was in a hot bath just sucking her stress away.

She didn't expect it when Spike took the music box once again. He silenced her before she could say a word, and dumped it onto the ground like dead weight. There was none of the compassion that Faye had when she held it. He took her hand and pulled her along.

"He-hey!" she protested, but they all went unheard. She tried to stop him by struggling, but Spike could easily overpower her. She tried to stop, but he just dragged her along. For Faye, it was torture, and for Spike, he knew that it was necessary. "Let go of me!" she screamed, and she tried to kick him in the leg, but Spike just grabbed her and threw her over one shoulder.

She watched as the whole ship went by from her place on his shoulder. No matter how hard she struggled, it only earned her a small chuckle from Spike. It was strangely quiet, and it seemed as if no one was around.

The only noised that filled the ship was Faye's distant song, and the roar of the ship that almost overpowered everything else. The grunts of anger that escaped from Faye's mouth and the small barks of laughter from Spike was the only source of human life.

She finally became limp against Spike, and her eyes glazed over in sadness. She no longer took notice of just where Spike was taking her, and she didn't really care anymore. The warm that was radiating from his body soothed her, but it wasn't enough to block out the emotions that ran rampant around in her body.

Spike stopped suddenly, but Faye didn't even look around to see where they were. He practically threw her off of his shoulder, and she had a small impact against the wall. She said no words as she leaned against it. Her hand twitched, and he could see the bud of tears begin to grow.

The feeling of cold glass was against her back, and Spike took a hold of her to turn her around. His hands gently took a hold of her face, but no matter how gently he tried to be, his hands still felt rough. It was comforting all the same.

He forced her to look beyond her world and onto the one around them. The stars in space sparkled brightly at her, and her eyes widened like it was the first time that she saw them.

Spike stood close to her, but it wasn't close enough to touch her. His clothes brushed against her skin, and it sent a small shiver down her spine. Still, they both did nothing but stare into the vastness of space. Spike had said nothing, and he just leaned forward to press his head against the cool glass.

He still didn't touch her.

Faye heard his clothes ruffle around like he was grabbing something, and she was soon answered when he lifted a cigarette to his mouth. The warmed searing off of the lighter was comforting, and before she could even ask for one, Spike held one to her lips.

She smiled her first smile in weeks, even if it was a sad one. Her mouth engulfed the tip, and soon the warmth of the lighter was against her face. As soon as it clicked off, she inhaled the rush of nicotine. Her body instantly relaxed, and soon she was engulfed by cigarettes, the smell of cheap cologne, warmth, sad music just barely reached them, and the feel of clothes just barely brushing against hers.

They never spoke of that moment again

the end
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