Summary- When Ed sends Spike out to find Faye after one of her disappearing
acts. Spike discovers Faye getting the crap beat out of her by some
Syndicate guy. She kills him, but she still needs Spike's help when the
Syndicate comes after her, and him. S/F.
A/n: I'm revised this whole thing. There ya go. I was rereading it in order to get in the groove to the sequel when I realized how bad it was.
Disclaimer- No, I don't own Bebop.
Hard Beat-
Chapter 1-
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Jake threw Faye up against the nearest wall, pointing his gun down at her menacingly; he stared at her bruised, bloodied, and almost naked form. Faye staggered. Standing in front of him she thought to herself, he's fucking disgusting! He just beat the shit out of a beautiful woman! ME!
This will be the last time.
Faye tried to focus in on Jake but she had taken too many blows to the head. I want to go back; even if they are mean to me at least they don't beat me, rape me, and rent me out to the highest bidder.
Most of the clothing that had covered her upper body lay ripped and scattered all over the small hotel room. She stood in only her bra and hip huggers as she glared at the man. I should of taken some of their money, at least this way they would have come looking for me, found me maybe, before any of this could have happened. Her thoughts trailed off as she felt the anger seething within her.
Faye couldn't believe she had gotten herself into such a mess. When she met Jake she was drunk, trying to kill her misery in the bottle. He had approached her, and she had fallen into his trap very easily. At first she thought she was playing with him, but in the end it turned out that he had planned their meeting all along.
She pulled the small revolver out of the back of her hip huggers, but didn't reveal it.
Stupid bitch thinks she can take me out with a knife or whatever she has behind her back? Jake thought, as a devilish smirk grew on his narrow face.
Faye closed her eyes for a second. She pictured Spike and Ed, Jet and Ein all back on the Bebop. She would have smiled if her face didn't hurt so much. The shrew sighed, realizing that she would probably never get to see that old fishing ship again, the crew and their bounty hunting would just be a faded memory as she rotted away in jail or the loony bin. She had no silencer; everyone and their brother would hear the shot.
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Spike tried as hard as he could to climb the steps as quickly as possible. He knew which room they were in. He would once again rescue Faye since she was pretty much shit on her own, from what he could tell. He told himself he was only doing this because she had at least made an attempt to bail him out more than once when he needed it. This would just be to pay her back, that way he probably wouldn't have to do it again.
He knew Jet would make him go after her again if she took off, but that didn't matter right now. Besides he knew the kid missed her, Ed had asked him to find her. She had given him everything he would need to do so, he just had to go there and bring her back. But now things were looking a lot more complicated than he had imagined.
Something was nagging at him, even if he had wanted to walk away he couldn't, not after having seen the beginning of the scene anyway as he flew overhead in the swordfish. Some asshole was grabbing and groping Faye. A slap here, a punch there, before he shoved her into the back of some car. What he found unbelievable was that Faye just put up with it; she didn't return one punch or kick. She just stood there and took it in silence. He had followed them to this hotel, had watched them go in. Watched the guys practically drag Faye in kicking and screaming. The cowboy followed them into the lobby watched as they got on the elevator to see which floor they went to, the he bolted up the staircase like a bat out of hell, gun in tow as he ran. Just incase any assholes showed up to stop him.
As he left the stairs gladly behind, Spike could hear loud thumps coming from a room down the hall. A few small cries were heard followed by yelling, then more thumping. Spike took a deep breath; he knew what the thumping was. Obviously this guy was not finished beating up Faye.
Scumbag, Spike found himself thinking. He knew Faye wasn't much of a lady, she had a mouth like a truck driver, a slight drinking problem, a gambling habit, and didn't exactly care that every man stared at her as she entered a room. But still it didn't sit well with him that this guy was fine with beating up someone who wasn't fighting back. Something else was bothering him. Since when did he care about what happened to Faye anyway? He shook it off and prepared himself.
Standing outside the door he counted .1.2.3...GO!
A/n: I'm revised this whole thing. There ya go. I was rereading it in order to get in the groove to the sequel when I realized how bad it was.
Disclaimer- No, I don't own Bebop.
Hard Beat-
Chapter 1-
*/
Jake threw Faye up against the nearest wall, pointing his gun down at her menacingly; he stared at her bruised, bloodied, and almost naked form. Faye staggered. Standing in front of him she thought to herself, he's fucking disgusting! He just beat the shit out of a beautiful woman! ME!
This will be the last time.
Faye tried to focus in on Jake but she had taken too many blows to the head. I want to go back; even if they are mean to me at least they don't beat me, rape me, and rent me out to the highest bidder.
Most of the clothing that had covered her upper body lay ripped and scattered all over the small hotel room. She stood in only her bra and hip huggers as she glared at the man. I should of taken some of their money, at least this way they would have come looking for me, found me maybe, before any of this could have happened. Her thoughts trailed off as she felt the anger seething within her.
Faye couldn't believe she had gotten herself into such a mess. When she met Jake she was drunk, trying to kill her misery in the bottle. He had approached her, and she had fallen into his trap very easily. At first she thought she was playing with him, but in the end it turned out that he had planned their meeting all along.
She pulled the small revolver out of the back of her hip huggers, but didn't reveal it.
Stupid bitch thinks she can take me out with a knife or whatever she has behind her back? Jake thought, as a devilish smirk grew on his narrow face.
Faye closed her eyes for a second. She pictured Spike and Ed, Jet and Ein all back on the Bebop. She would have smiled if her face didn't hurt so much. The shrew sighed, realizing that she would probably never get to see that old fishing ship again, the crew and their bounty hunting would just be a faded memory as she rotted away in jail or the loony bin. She had no silencer; everyone and their brother would hear the shot.
/*-
Spike tried as hard as he could to climb the steps as quickly as possible. He knew which room they were in. He would once again rescue Faye since she was pretty much shit on her own, from what he could tell. He told himself he was only doing this because she had at least made an attempt to bail him out more than once when he needed it. This would just be to pay her back, that way he probably wouldn't have to do it again.
He knew Jet would make him go after her again if she took off, but that didn't matter right now. Besides he knew the kid missed her, Ed had asked him to find her. She had given him everything he would need to do so, he just had to go there and bring her back. But now things were looking a lot more complicated than he had imagined.
Something was nagging at him, even if he had wanted to walk away he couldn't, not after having seen the beginning of the scene anyway as he flew overhead in the swordfish. Some asshole was grabbing and groping Faye. A slap here, a punch there, before he shoved her into the back of some car. What he found unbelievable was that Faye just put up with it; she didn't return one punch or kick. She just stood there and took it in silence. He had followed them to this hotel, had watched them go in. Watched the guys practically drag Faye in kicking and screaming. The cowboy followed them into the lobby watched as they got on the elevator to see which floor they went to, the he bolted up the staircase like a bat out of hell, gun in tow as he ran. Just incase any assholes showed up to stop him.
As he left the stairs gladly behind, Spike could hear loud thumps coming from a room down the hall. A few small cries were heard followed by yelling, then more thumping. Spike took a deep breath; he knew what the thumping was. Obviously this guy was not finished beating up Faye.
Scumbag, Spike found himself thinking. He knew Faye wasn't much of a lady, she had a mouth like a truck driver, a slight drinking problem, a gambling habit, and didn't exactly care that every man stared at her as she entered a room. But still it didn't sit well with him that this guy was fine with beating up someone who wasn't fighting back. Something else was bothering him. Since when did he care about what happened to Faye anyway? He shook it off and prepared himself.
Standing outside the door he counted .1.2.3...GO!