A/n: don't own, please don't sue.
Know it's been awhile and this all of a sudden struck me. Tell me if you love it, hate it, whatever.
Other side of Bebop: Bird Wings
"Headache." Faye moaned as she casually strolled into the living area of the Bebop. She paid no mind to the lanky man sitting on the yellow couch or the pots being banged around in the nearby kitchen. All she could focus on, and not by choice, was the painful pounds in her head.
"Faye, you alright?" Spike looked up at her scrunched up face.
Faye didn't even hear him. She didn't notice the movement of his lips. She was in her own little world of suffering.
"Because if you're going to vomit, I am going to need you to go away." Spike casually added as his changed his direction back to the television. He was mildly disappointed to be ignored by her, but he shrugged it off, no skin of his bony shoulders.
"Jet. Jet." Faye moaned as she stumbled her way to the kitchen.
"What, Faye?" Jet looked over his shoulder.
"Need medication, now. Headache." Faye staggered the few steps to stand next to the older man.
He looked her over and decided, maybe she was telling the truth.
"Stay put. I'll be right back." Jet ordered as he quickly took off towards his medicine stash.
Faye relaxed her body the best she could while still standing.
"Need to distract myself from pain." She slowly mumbled to herself as focused her gaze on the boiling vegetables in the pot before her. Her gaze fell heavy on the cooking food and Faye felt something snap in her. And all the pain was gone.
"That is odd." Faye mused to herself. She touched her head a few times, as if checking to make sure the headache wouldn't return.
"Much better." Faye shook her head slightly.
"What the hell, Faye? Are you trying to burn down the ship?" Jet hollered as he reentered the kitchen.
"Huh?" Faye's head snapped in the direction of Jet's cooking vegetables. Only now they wore blazing with flames.
"Did I do- I didn't do anything!" Faye hollered as she quickly made her exit. No need to face the wrath of Jet when she just got rid of a headache.
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It had been three weeks since Faye's major headache. She hadn't had another and she was extremely thankful, although she now found herself with a very horrible itch. It was three in the morning and she had been rudely awaken by an itch on both her shoulder blades. A very difficult place to reach, if you asked her.
She tried rubbing her back against the wall, grabbing a pen, she even tried a close hanger but nothing calmed the itch.
"Ah, this is crazy." She practically screamed while her nails wore digging into the skin on her back. She tried to stand up from her bed and ended up tripping over some of her clothes, do to her lack of attention and with both hands occupied with scratching her back she fell to the floor with a loud thud.
And then it occurred to her what had happen. This had happen once before, right after the weird girl had done that strange thing to her.
"Why now?" Faye asked to the sky.
But it didn't matter. The itch increased and within a few minutes Faye heard the ripping of her shirt and the rustle of feathers. She was sprouting her pair of oversized, white bird wings or angel wings as some may say.
Her wings crashed into the nearby dresser, causing a picture to shatter.
"Why now?" Faye repeated to herself.
And as if someone was coming to answer her, her door busted open. But the person on the other side would be useless on answering her and probably a lot freaked out.
Spike stood in Faye's doorway, half-asleep and very baffled by what he saw. Faye sat, more looked like she fell, to the floor with giant angel wings. But that wasn't possible. So Spike blinked a few times, scratched the back of his head before coming to his conclusion.
"Must be dreaming." And with that he shut the door behind him.
"Phew." Faye let out a sigh.
The itch had ceased and Faye had nothing else to do so she did the only logical thing she could think of, she climbed into bed. She was starting to get use to all this random weird stuff happening to her.
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Spike sipped on his coke as he watched the bounty hunter show. Not much else was on. He heard footsteps and went wide-eyed at the girl before him.
"What?" Faye glared back. She didn't really understand the look her was giving her because she was sure her wings wore gone.
"Nothing I just had a dream-" Spike cut himself short as he stood up. He quickly walked over to Faye and plucked a feather out of her hair, "You've got a feather in your hair." He said half accusing and half questioning evident in his tone.
Faye locked up for a split of a second before smoothly answering, "I've got feather pillows, is that a crime? Weirdo." Faye muttered as she moved her way towards the kitchen.
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so what you think?
