"All You Wanted"

Disclaimer: Yeah, my name is Michelle Branch. Even though I'm an African-American with short naturally curly hair. Yeah, you can really tell I'm Michelle Branch. Mmm-hmm. Am I being saracastic enough? Okay, I don't own the song "All You Wanted" and I don't own Cowboy Bebop or any of its characters. I'm poor. If you sue you'll get my freshman college books that I couldn't sell back…

I absolutely love this song and I was just dying to write a songfic for it. This is my very first one and Spike and Faye just seemed to fit this song. Hope ya like it! Enjoy.

It had been three years since everything went down. Spike's return to the ship after his battle with his own personal demons, Jet's inevitable retirement with an old female "friend."  Now that was something that neither one of them expected. It was kinda surreal. Jet…settling down…  It just didn't seem like the kind of  thing he'd do. Roamin ole Black dog. To just ride off into the sunset like that. Just didn't seem right.

Or maybe it just hit the both of them hard because he was living the life both bounty hunters dreamed of.  That's right, after all three years they were still living the lives of the proverbial cowboy. Bounty hunters. No need for romance. No need for love. It only got in the way of that all-important adventure.

Yeah right.

Of course no one really expected Jet to give the ship to them either. Really, what was he thinking? It was as if he'd actually liked them. Like they were friends or something. No one saw that coming.

Faye walked into the living room on the space ship. She vigorously tousled the towel through her dark black hair. The purple dye had long since worn out and she'd lost the will to even care about dying it again. Spike was laying bonelessly  on the couch. His long legs stretched and tested the full capacity of  the couch's length.

Faye walked over to the couch and casually pushed his legs off which caused him to sit up uncomfortably and almost make him lose his precarious balance.

Faye's POV

I wanted

To be like you,

I wanted everything…

Yeah this was the way they were most of the time. Two kids. Yeah that exactly what they were.

When Spike had come back from his fight with Vicious he'd been soaking wet from the rain. Him and Jet had talked for hours. I'd cried. It had been too much. I'd been in a lose-lose situation. Still was. You cry over a person who never loved you. Yet, you cry when they leave. But, you cry again when they come back because it still doesn't change the fact that they'll never love you.

So I tried

To be like you,

And I got swept away…

Yeah, I wished I could be like him. Wished that I could be so nonchalant in my emotions. Wished I had a past love that I could worship. Wish I had those memories. That experience.

And I'd tried. Really hard. When he'd come back I hadn't spoken to him for a week. He'd tried to joke with me in that same teasing way, I'd brushed him off.  I'd even gotten to a point where I could walk into the room and ignore him completely. I mimicked his every action. His cool, tongue in cheek attitude. I let all the fire known as Faye slowly flicker, flicker, and finally die. Is that what makes a real  woman, Spike?

I didn't know that

It was so cold there

You needed someone to show you the way…

   He snapped.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Faye," he yelled.

Even then I'd played it cool. Calm. Almost cold. So close.

"I don't know what you're talking about Speigal," I coolly replied.

Damn.  Speigal. Pretty good huh?

"Ever since I came back, you've been acting like a bitch," he barked.

I'd almost had it down to a science. Almost.

But as soon as that word left his mouth…

As soon as the distinctive "B" sound omitted from his tongue…

It was all over.

All that was me came rushing back at full force. I wanted to scream, vent, punch. And I did. The storm started off quietly.

"Fuck you, Spike. You leave and snivel after a fucking romantic concept of this so-called perfect woman."

"Shut up. You have no-,"

I coldly cut him off.

" What, you bastard, I have no right. Yeah, that is right. I forgot.  I'm not a real woman. I don't fit into your stupid little feminine mystique. You can leave all of your friends and fuck up their lives. Then you come back with that same stupid ass attitude thinking everything is cool."

The storm was here. Outside of me.

"Well you know what Spike. Maybe this little slutty, lying, no good, selfish…"

Why in the world was I crying now?

"- slut, actually loved you. Maybe I'm not like your perfect little fucking Julia, but I'm me. So you know what. Fuck you, Spike Speigal."

"Fuck you, if I wanna be cold. Fuck you, if I wanna protect myself from being hurt again."

"I don't know what's worse. Getting my heart broken, or getting it broken by a pathetic hypocritical bastard who has the nerve…"

I was seething by now.

"…the pure audacity…to call me a BITCH!"

He was just staring at me. Somewhere between so much anger and shock. Part of me was scared and part of me wanted to push farther.

"I won't take your shit anymore, Speigal. You're perfect angel is gone and I guess your stuck with me. You can snivel and bite your tail all you want. But get this through your head. I no longer live to fit your damn view. Because everytime I changed myself, you changed fucking your mind. Fuck you."

That should have been enough, right?

It wasn't.

"So I wonder, Speigal…whose the real bitch here?"

I left him standing where he was and walked out. Real dramatic. Damn. I knew it would never work. I guess I just feel too much.

 I woke up the next day and everything was back to normal. We gradually got back to where we were before. Him teasing me and me giving that same old reaction.  His way of saying he was sorry. Bastard. Course I did the same. Maybe that's why we never got along. Too much alike. He needed someone to keep him grounded. I needed to be set free.

So I took your hand and

We figured out that,

When the time comes I'll take you away…

End Faye POV

Yep. They were like kids. Spike looked over to her and smirked.

"Ya know, too much contact with water causes wrinkles." He put on his most informative face.

"…judging from your age, you might wanna go easy on em," he was wearing a full grin now.

Faye glared at him and threw her towel in his face. She got up and walked away. Bastard. She could still here his laughter down the hall.

He pulled the towel and ignored the fact that her hair smelled like freesia. It wasn't what tomboys were supposed to smell like.

He smiled.

He hadn't done so in a while…

If you want me to

I can save you

I can take you away from here

So lonely inside

So busy out there

And all you wanted was somebody who cared

Well that's all for this chapter. At first I was just gonna make this a one chapter fic. But this song is a little too long for that and I got too caught up in the emotions. Well, drop me a line and tell me how I'm doing. PLEASE REVIEW!!! I know it's confusing, but I'll work on everything getting straightened out.

Bye

Deondra or Sonflour