*yah yah I don't own cowboy bebop or any of the characters *sigh**
Hope?
Faye shut the door. No, this was wrong. He was dead. Had been for a year. She was finally getting over him. Crap. He was alive wasn't he. But… why hadn't he come for her? If he had been alive for a year, why was he only showing up now? He's dead, she thought again. This is just some stupid, horrible trick. A cruel way to make her feel more pain.
"Faye, please open up again."
"NO! You're not real! I spend a year trying to get over you, and then you just appear. It can't happen. I wanted it to so many times, why didn't you come then? Why choose now, when I'm actually resigned to your death? Why now, Spike? You're just some stupid fucking trick, go away!"
"Faye, I'm truly sorry for what I did to you, but I was in a dream. Now I'm awake, and all I could dream of was seeing you. I was in the hospital for six months, you know. When I got out I spent all my time looking for you and the Bebop. I found them first. Please come back." Shit, Spike thought, it was gonna be just as he thought. He probably didn't deserve her anyway. After all he had done, all he had done to her. He didn't deserve any friends. He was lucky to have Jet and Ed. He didn't deserve anything. "Fine, I'll go. I'm so sorry Faye."
He walked away, thinking about what an idiot he was. And the look on her face. There had been such sorrow there. He hadn't been expecting that. He had been expecting her to be angry, to get that stupid attitude. But sorrow, raw and painful, that was new. What had he done to her? He was such a jerk
After Spike was done talking, Faye threw open the door. But he was gone. So he wasn't real. But… what if he was? Maybe she was just finally going insane. Yes, that would have to be it. Spike was dead. It was finally getting to her. She tried to make herself believe it, but there was a spark of hope. Damn, I'm going to go after him, aren't I? She asked herself. Yep, I am. And she ran down the hall.
Spike was walking out onto the street from the dingy apartment building when he heard, "Wait!" He turned around and saw Faye rushing at him. He smiled, relieved. She stopped a few feet in front of him. He paused, unsure of what to say.
"Are you really real? Or are you just another torment?" she asked, searching his face.
"I'm really real. I wouldn't try to torment you, Faye. After all I've done already. I'm here, for good."
Hesitantly she reached out to touch him. She fingered the jacket of his familiar stained blue suit, then ran her fingers up his neck until she reached his face. She rested the hand on his cheek, as he stared into her eyes. He slowly reached up to put his hand on her own. She collapsed onto him suddenly, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You are real. Oh, Spike… I thought, but now you're real."
Surprised, he threw his hands out, then gradually wrapped them around her. But then she stiffened. "If you're alive, then you've got some explaining to do. Why the hell'd you just up and leave, huh? Then you just think you can waltz right back into my life, no questions asked? Well it ain't gonna happen, so I want some answers, now!"
Spike just smiled and walked away, Faye was back to normal, that was good. Behind him she was still shouting, "Hey, don't think you can walk away from me! I want to talk to you! Spike, are you listening?"
She hurried after him, into the night.
**Hope you liked this chapter. I had a bit of writers block, took me forever! Well, r&r please! Tell me if I should keep going or not, and if I should fix anything, constructive criticism is ok, really!**
Hope?
Faye shut the door. No, this was wrong. He was dead. Had been for a year. She was finally getting over him. Crap. He was alive wasn't he. But… why hadn't he come for her? If he had been alive for a year, why was he only showing up now? He's dead, she thought again. This is just some stupid, horrible trick. A cruel way to make her feel more pain.
"Faye, please open up again."
"NO! You're not real! I spend a year trying to get over you, and then you just appear. It can't happen. I wanted it to so many times, why didn't you come then? Why choose now, when I'm actually resigned to your death? Why now, Spike? You're just some stupid fucking trick, go away!"
"Faye, I'm truly sorry for what I did to you, but I was in a dream. Now I'm awake, and all I could dream of was seeing you. I was in the hospital for six months, you know. When I got out I spent all my time looking for you and the Bebop. I found them first. Please come back." Shit, Spike thought, it was gonna be just as he thought. He probably didn't deserve her anyway. After all he had done, all he had done to her. He didn't deserve any friends. He was lucky to have Jet and Ed. He didn't deserve anything. "Fine, I'll go. I'm so sorry Faye."
He walked away, thinking about what an idiot he was. And the look on her face. There had been such sorrow there. He hadn't been expecting that. He had been expecting her to be angry, to get that stupid attitude. But sorrow, raw and painful, that was new. What had he done to her? He was such a jerk
After Spike was done talking, Faye threw open the door. But he was gone. So he wasn't real. But… what if he was? Maybe she was just finally going insane. Yes, that would have to be it. Spike was dead. It was finally getting to her. She tried to make herself believe it, but there was a spark of hope. Damn, I'm going to go after him, aren't I? She asked herself. Yep, I am. And she ran down the hall.
Spike was walking out onto the street from the dingy apartment building when he heard, "Wait!" He turned around and saw Faye rushing at him. He smiled, relieved. She stopped a few feet in front of him. He paused, unsure of what to say.
"Are you really real? Or are you just another torment?" she asked, searching his face.
"I'm really real. I wouldn't try to torment you, Faye. After all I've done already. I'm here, for good."
Hesitantly she reached out to touch him. She fingered the jacket of his familiar stained blue suit, then ran her fingers up his neck until she reached his face. She rested the hand on his cheek, as he stared into her eyes. He slowly reached up to put his hand on her own. She collapsed onto him suddenly, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You are real. Oh, Spike… I thought, but now you're real."
Surprised, he threw his hands out, then gradually wrapped them around her. But then she stiffened. "If you're alive, then you've got some explaining to do. Why the hell'd you just up and leave, huh? Then you just think you can waltz right back into my life, no questions asked? Well it ain't gonna happen, so I want some answers, now!"
Spike just smiled and walked away, Faye was back to normal, that was good. Behind him she was still shouting, "Hey, don't think you can walk away from me! I want to talk to you! Spike, are you listening?"
She hurried after him, into the night.
**Hope you liked this chapter. I had a bit of writers block, took me forever! Well, r&r please! Tell me if I should keep going or not, and if I should fix anything, constructive criticism is ok, really!**