Sitting in the cockpit of the Redtail, Faye cradled her head in her hands, letting out a dry chuckle. Life could be a bitch sometimes, in fact it was a real bitch right now. Of all the days she had chosen to do something totally selfless, it would of course have to come in the form of helping out Spike's long lost love. She had just been minding her own business in that parking garage when her car had sped by. Scratch that, she had been lost in her own thoughts when that car had sped by.
Spike had told her to come home, and in the deep recesses of her mind, part of her silently hoped that he simply had wanted to see her. But Faye knew better than that. She knew that he only wanted her back because Jet was all banged up. Wishful thinking was all but lost on that bastard.
Before the sound of squealing tires had interrupted her thoughts, Faye had been lost in thoughts of said bastard. The night before, as she had laid in the ruins of her childhood home, she had come to a horrible realization. As much as she could try to deny it, as much as she would try to deny it if ever called out on it, she loved him. She, Faye Valentine loved Spike Spiegel, very much to her dismay. So when he told her to come home, despite her protests, she knew she would. At this point she would pretty much do anything he asked. Of course she would have to make a big deal out of it, but she would, and it sickened her at how pathetic it seemed.
As soon as that cherry red convertible pulled up, all thoughts had ceased. Her brain had shut down, and all that had mattered in those moments was helping out another woman, who seemed to be in danger, something Faye was not at all unfamiliar with. With the mystery woman at the wheel and Faye riding shotgun, they easily had dispatched of the men who were tailing her. So much in fact that Faye had even decided on suggesting teaming up with her as they pulled over for a smoke.
It was then as they spoke, and exchanged names, that Faye realized who it was that she had helped. Julia, the one woman who seemed to keep Spike so deeply tethered to his past. It was in that moment that Faye conceded defeat. She knew Spike had a past, but from all she had seen the lanky man go through, she wasn't sure if he even had a future. In this moment though, she knew that if he did, it was standing right before her, in all it's blue eyed, blonde haired glory. If a future awaited the cowboy, it was Julia, and not some popsicle of a compulsive gambler with debts bigger than one could ever imagine looming over her head.
Faye didn't understand what it was that made this woman so spectacular to Spike. Sure she was beautiful, she had a calm air of confidence about her, something slightly mysteriously dangerous about her, but when it came down to it; as Faye would later tell Jet, she was ordinary.
It was all of these thoughts that continued to plague Faye was she piloted the Redtail back to the Bebop, thoughts of the ordinary woman who would leave Faye with nothing but a bunch of 'what ifs' and 'never will be's'. The woman who was using her as a messenger to do her bidding, simply because she had seen right through her. Faye should have known better, if anyone can read a woman, its another woman.
Faye felt the knot in her stomach, she felt sick. The cockpit felt too small suddenly. She needed a cigarette, and needed one bad. Rummaging around through a few days worth of mess from living out of her ship, Faye finally found her much needed vice. Lighting her smoke, she sighed as the Bebop came into view. Part of her didn't want to go through with it, part of her wanted to keep the message to herself, and keep Spike on the ship, she knew better. Spike would leave regardless, she knew his past stalked him like an invisible predator, and that keeping the message to herself would only delay the inevitable.
Continuing to smoke as she landed, Faye hopped out of the cockpit, and dropped her cigarette on the hangar floor, snuffing it out with her boot. Leaning against the door frame for a moment, Faye hesitated. With a deep sigh, she stepped through and into the bowels of the ship with a heavy heart. She had to do this now, or her resolve would break. Damn you Julia.