1 Where Angels Dare Tread

Author's note: A different ending to "The Real Folk Blues Pt. 2" Faye/Spike

Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop



Faye raced through the building, following Spike's trail of destruction toward the top. She grimaced as pools of blood splashed up around her white boots. Finally, the long hall opened up into a huge room. Directly in front of her was a tall flight of stairs, and at the top was Spike and Vicious. Faye smiled slightly. 'At least he's still alive.'

Spike locked his eyes on Vicious', one hand on the hilt of the katana. Pain steadily throbbed through his shoulder. Suddenly, a gunshot echoed through the room. Vicious glanced away briefly, but that was enough. Spike grabbed the sword and attacked. The katana went in up to the hilt. Spike's gun fell to the floor and Vicious soon followed. Spike stared down at him for a minute, clutching his bleeding shoulder, then turned and froze. Faye was standing at the bottom of the stairs, her gun hanging limply in one hand. There was something different about her; off. Then he realized what it was. She wasn't wearing her red shirt. She was covered in blood.

"Faye?" She crumpled to the ground and her blood quickly beneath her. "Faye!" Spike raced down the stairs, ignoring the searing pain in his leg. He dropped to his knees beside her and turned her over. 'Like Julia…' "Faye! Faye!" Her jade eyes slid open and held his. Her almost purple hair seemed ebony around her pale face. Her lips were the crimson of her blood. She gently touched the side of his face with a trembling hand. "Adios… cowboy…" she whispered, with her last breath.

Jet blinked in surprise. 'Could that be…? Naw, it couldn't'

'But it is.' Another part of his mind said. He smiled slightly. 'Might as well go greet the kid.'

Jet had to fight back a grin as Spike jumped out of his ship. 'I guess I woulda missed the kid after all.' Jet was about to say one thing, but something completely different came out. "Where's Faye?" Without saying a word Spike pulled something from his ship and began walking toward him. Jet froze. It was Faye. Her shoulders, chest and torso were covered in blood. She was completely limp in Spike's arms. Jet's grip on his cane tightened. She was dead. Spike stopped beside Jet.

"I just…" he started, knowing what he wanted to say, but unsure of how to say it. "I couldn't leave her back there." He finally finished, then continued on past Jet, leaving him to his thoughts.