Nakanofleur

Summary; What if Faye was the one who is the ex-Syndicate member and former gangster? What if Spike had been through the Cold Sleep - but had a relaspe? Will Viscious strike? How much chaos can a person take before it becomes too much?

Faye was this close to Spike's handsome face; she studied his features as if seeing him for the frist time, taking in every detail and making a mental note of everything she saw before her. The way his thin mouth always looks as though he is smiling at something to himself, the way his brown eyes would only tell you he is deep in thought. His skinny but sexy build a contour of lean muscle hidden under the black suit he always wore. She envied the cigarettes he smoked which got to cling to those thin lips. Envied the pillow which he rested his puff of black hair on everyday. He seems so carefree, like nothing in the world would bother him even in the slightest.

But this appeared to bother him.

"Er Faye, are you feeling alright?" He asked in his usual low pitch.

Spike was leaning back, away from her, a mask of puzzlement greeted her like an old friend.
They had been through this before. And always like before, it would end in tears.

Taking a sudden interest in the plant pot beside her, Faye tried to hide her shame behind a veil of violet hair. It was no use, it was never any use, however hard she wanted to believe it would somehow work.

What they had was gone, and no magic formulae could bring it back and turn back time. The silence was thick and heavy like fog, obscuring their vision and bringing the familiar sense that has become a permanant residence of the Bebop; uncertainty. It seems to like following Faye, for wherever she went and whoever she met, it perched on her smooth shoulder silent, but she knew it was there. Her love affairs never lasted, because something would always happen and throw everything she ever knew out of whack.

Like the day she joined the Red Dragon Syndicate. Things went smoothly, until they realised their feelings for each other. Spike was so gentle, so loving. So fragile, easily breaking into tiny pieces should the worst occur. Or so she thought.

When he collasped that day, Faye was worried sick he would leave her alone in this world. They all were. She felt a huge wave of relief wash over her as he opened his eyes.

Then the doctors told them the bad news. Initially everyone was shocked, wondering why and how. Everything was explained to them. She ached to touch him, to hold him like she used to.

But to Faye, the worst had yet to come.

So what do you think? I plan to make this story abit AU, in the sense that I have changed a few details. Tell me if it's any good, or no good, and we shall see what happens.