A/N: I DO NOT OWN COWBOY BEBOP!
Chapter one: Am I worthless?
"Where the hell is she?" Spike looked out his window, all he saw was a black sky filled with endless stars.
"Faye still ain't back yet?" said Jet. He was wearing his apron and cooking a hot meal in the kitchen. From their last bounty they had made three thousand Woolongs.
"Nope." Spike never looked away from the window.
Where the hell did she run off to? His mind was swarming with thoughts where she might have gone none of them good.
The right side of his chest was wrapped in bandages. His shirt was off and he had a cigarette in one hand.
Small clicks of boots came from down the hallway; they were slow and steady.
"Faye?" he looked to see…Ed in Faye's old boots.
"Doo deee dum do deee." She starred down at her feet, trying to keep her balance.
"Whoa!" she nearly fell as she walked past his room.
Spike went back to starring out the window, and taking another puff of his cigarette.
That moment kept replaying in his mind. How she stormed out, how tears flowed down her beautiful face, and the lit cigarette that she through at him. He touched the burn mark that was on his chest it still hurt a little. Again and again it played in his head. His cigarette had gone down to the filter. He put it out and pulled out a new one.
Another slow steady sound of boots came walking down the hall. He thought it was Ed again. A blur of yellow came to his attention.
"Hey there cowboy." Her voice was slow and raspy. As if she hadn't slept in days, and for all Spike knew. She may not have.
"Faye?" he dropped his cigarette onto the window seal. She was wet from the rain on mars and tired. Whisky had seeped into her clothes. Her shirt was buttoned up wrong and her hair was messy.
Her leg began to jitter. "I'm not worthless." She said she looked at him with her big green eyes.
"Faye, I…" he was stopped. Faye held a gun up to him. Tears fell from her eyes.
"Tell me…Please Spike, Tell me…am I worthless?" Her green eyes told him what she was feeling.
"Faye your not worthless. Put the gun down." He tried to talk to her, he moved closer to her.
"Don't move dammit!" she wiped away tears with one hand and held the gun with the other.
"Faye…come here." He held out his arms to her.
"No!" she put her gun down. She put it back on safety and stuck it back in its holster. She looked at him again and walked into her room. A door slammed loudly.
"What the hell was that about?" Jet walked into Spike's room with a disoriented look upon his face.
In Faye's room she laid on her bed and thought seriously about blowing her head off. She looked up at the ceiling, and saw the words she had wrote on it.
"Never forget who you really are." She smiled. She looked out at the stars. She began to cry, the moment kept replaying in her mind. How he called her worthless, how he yelled at her, and how he slapped her. The covers wrapped around her and she cried herself to sleep. As she drifted off to sleep she asked her self.
"Am I…worthless?"
TO BE CONTINUED…
