The Night Things Went Too Far
After the "swiss cheese incident", I figured things would get better between the three of us, but I was wrong, very wrong. Things only got worse.
Spike and I fought constantly, like a couple of two year olds. Jet finally gave up and kept out of our arguements, I guess he finally realized that his butting in was just wasted time anyway. Maybe it was better we just fight and get it out of our systems, most of our fights were verbal attacks on one another anyway, it's not as if things ever got physical between us...
Except for that one time...
Spike didn't hit me, kick me, slap me, punch me, or anything like that. The guy may have been somewhat of a caveman at times, but like Jet, he followed one of the most cardinal rules of man - Never Hit a Woman. Of course, I used this to my advantage as much as I could around those two. I can't even think of how many times I wouldv'e gotten my ass kicked had I been born with that cursed Y gene, but there are times when even being a woman doesn't exclude you from from being reprimanded, you can't charm your way out of everything.
I learned this lesson pretty quickly one fateful night, and so did Spike, we learned this lesson on a night when things went too far between us.
I won't lie to you, what Spike and I ended up doing by accident felt good at the time, really good. I guess with everything that had been built up between us two, it had been a long time coming. It really was the best release for the both of us, but looking back on it, we never should have done it, we didn't even think of how what we did would affect anybody else. Jet was the furthest thing from our minds at the time, we were just living in the moment...but Jet wouldn't see things that way...
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Almost a year had passed since Spike came back to the Bebop, and it was a boring night like any other. There really weren't any bounties worth hunting, and our last one had been a big payoff, so we were vacationing for a while. If I could have found out Jet's new hiding place for the money I would have been living it up at a casino somewhere, but Jet wised up, and found a new place to hide it.
I was sitting on the chair in the lounge watching Spike half asleep on the couch, I studied his hair and wondered if that was the new hiding place for the woolongs...That big fluffy fro of his...I think he's the only white guy in the history of white guys to look good in an afro.
Did I say look good? No, I can't think of Spike like that again..Too much hurt there and I'd rather not go through it again...still, I can't deny that he's incredibly sexy. Would any girl in their right mind say he's ugly?
"..the hell are you looking at?" his upside down face staring up at me with semi-annoyed look in his eyes.
"Not much," I turned my attention to my nails like I often do when somebody catches me looking at them.
He let out a yawn and a stretch and went back to oogling his beloved television. Sitting here watching Spike act sleepy was making me sleepy. How could he sleep so much anyway? He was like a damn cat.
I was bored and hungry so when my stomach started growling, I took that as a sign to stalk into the kitchen and see what Chef Le Black was preparing for dinner this fine evening.
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"Fish?" I scrunched my face up in disgust. "We're having fish?"
"Yes, we're having fish, it's very good for you, high in proteins." he said very matter of factly.
"I hate fish, Jeeeet." I whined.
"So go out and buy something else" he payed me very little attention, his eyes were focused on the fish he was gutting.
"Well I would if you'd give me my half of that last bounty, if you'd just keep the money in the safe like it's supposed to be then.."
"You would take all of the money and go blow it all at a casino." he smirked in amusement, but kept his eyes on the fish he was now dipping in flour.
"You've been here over two years Faye, I know how you work."
That was strange..he was being nice to me when I was whiny...usually he says, "Can it Faye, You're being obnoxious!" or something like that..it all sounds the same after a while.
I was kind of dissapointed that he didn't feel like arguing with me, I was really bored.
I sighed and went back to the lounge to stare a lunkhead number 1. He was snoring, there was a fishing show on tv, no wonder he fell asleep. When we weren't out hunting bounties, Jet and Spike acted like such old men most of the time, we rarely went out and did anything fun in our free time. Why the hell did they think I stole the money in the first place? They never wanted to go out anywhere, so I had to show myself a good time.
"A good time," I furrowed my eyebrows "as if." I leaned over to snatch the remote control from the table. A lighting fast hand came from out of nowhere and grasped my own hand. I shreiked in surpise.
"I was watching that" a quiet voice came from my side.
"You were sleeping," I tried to pull my hand away but his grip tightened. He was still laying on the couch, his eyes were closed.
"Let me go Spike." Surprisingly he did as he was told. I took the remote and walked back over to the chair. Before I knew it he had snatched it out of my hand and made his way out of the living room. I was not in the mood for hide and seek, and I was begining to wonder why the hell Spike was acting like Ed. Maybe he sustained some brain damage that went undetected or the doctors chose not to tell us about?
I flung myself dramatically onto the hard yellow couch and stared at the ceiling fan. After a few moments my boredness got the best of me and I decided to search the ship for him. Starting in the most obvious places, his room, the kitchen, the bathroom, then I checked the couch again since those were the only places I usually saw him. I checked the ship bay, the storage room, Jet's room, Ed's old room, everywhere.
Being in Ed's room made me surprisingly sad. Even though she rarely stayed in there, she "decorated" it in her own special way. In other words, it was tagged up worse then a new york city subway train. Her smilies were everywhere, but there were other drawings too. Typical kid stuff, trees, the sun, birds, like I said, kid stuff, but as my eyes trailed along the walls, I realized that she drew all of us. Ed drew herself in the middle of the picture. She had a big demonic grin and was squeezing Ein so hard it looked like his eyes were going to pop out. On either side of her stood Spike and I, we both had ciggarettes in our hands and were looking in opposite directions of each other. Jet was drawn off to the side working on his Bonsai Trees, there was something written under Jet..I squinted my eyes to read it, it said "Papa" I wonder if Jet had noticed that yet.
I guess she drew us doing what she saw us doing the most, Spike and I smoking and Jet working on his Bonsai trees.
The Bonsai Room! I hadn't checked there yet, Spike probably thought I wouldn't go there because Jet has told me countless times to stay out. Just goes to show how well Spike really knows me.
"Thanks Ed, " I said quietly, then I closed her door and snuck down the hall.
Through instinct, I reached for my gun, and backed up against the chilly wall on the way to the Bonsai Room. I quickly crept into the room, flipped on the switch, and found Spike sitting on the stool, surrounded by Jet's precious "babies".
"Yo," he saluted me with the remote control. What an ass.
"Give it back, Spike" I kept my gun pointed square at his head and glared at him, not an ounce of humor in my voice.
"Or you're gonna shoot me?" a cocky smile played on his lips.
"Yes, now give it back!" I narrowed my eyes.
"Sure" he tossed the control at me it landed on the floor with a plasticy smack. He wasn't going to get me to give up my gun that easily. I cautiously bent down to retreive the remote, and before I knew it Spike had grabbed my gun and my arm and pinned me up against the stool which had smacked against the counter with my weight. He dropped my gun to the floor kicked it out into the hallway and pinned my arms against the countertop.
"Let go of me!" I struggled to get away from him even though I knew it was probably useless. He was too strong for me as usual.
He studied my face silently, and intently, as if he was searching for something. Looking into his eyes had always made me uncomfortable, especially since I knew one of them was fake. As superficial as that may sound, it sort of freaked me out, but I was also uncomfortable because of the way they made me feel. His eyes were rooting up feelings that I buried deep down inside, feelings that until that very moment I thought they were gone, and feelings that I did not believe Spike would ever return to me. I stopped struggling and looked away, what was the use? I didn't like to let anyone, let alone Jet and Spike see that weak side of me, but I was starting to feel sick. He let go of my arms, by my body was still pinned in an awkward situation. I studied his stupid green hair that would only ever look good on him, then my eyes shifted to his playful brown eyes, and finally my eyes shifted down to his annoying, goofy, cocky, yet incredibly sexy smile.
"I win." he said playfully, still gazing into my eyes, watching the emotion change in them, and that's when it happened....
....the thing that never should have happened....
Without even thinking about it, I picked up a potted Bonsai tree from behind me and whipped it right at his obnoxious head. He ducked out of the way sending the poor tree crashing into the hallway. He laughed and started bobbing and weaving like a boxer ducking punches with each and every tree I hurled at him. Every single time I missed I became more and more pissed off, I would've given anything to wipe that stupid grin off of his face, but I missed, every single one of the trees was on the floor, none of them hit their target. I went after him with my fists, but just like before he caught my hands right away.
"All this for a stupid remote, Faye?"
I opened my mouth to say something but shut it up quickly when I saw Jet standing in the doorway surveying the damage in the hallway. Spike followed my eyes and we both watched Jet as he bent down and gingerly picked up a piece of what was left of one of his precious trees. Without even looking at us, and in a tone I had never ever heard Jet use before he said,
"I want both of you off my ship." then he just walked away.
I'm sorry that this update took forever, I had such writer's block on this story, but I think I've got the whole thing worked out, so hopefully this fic will be done within the next few weeks. I'm not making any promises though. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it may have annoyed some of you FayeXSpike people, but the idea just hit me today so I had to run with it ^_^
After the "swiss cheese incident", I figured things would get better between the three of us, but I was wrong, very wrong. Things only got worse.
Spike and I fought constantly, like a couple of two year olds. Jet finally gave up and kept out of our arguements, I guess he finally realized that his butting in was just wasted time anyway. Maybe it was better we just fight and get it out of our systems, most of our fights were verbal attacks on one another anyway, it's not as if things ever got physical between us...
Except for that one time...
Spike didn't hit me, kick me, slap me, punch me, or anything like that. The guy may have been somewhat of a caveman at times, but like Jet, he followed one of the most cardinal rules of man - Never Hit a Woman. Of course, I used this to my advantage as much as I could around those two. I can't even think of how many times I wouldv'e gotten my ass kicked had I been born with that cursed Y gene, but there are times when even being a woman doesn't exclude you from from being reprimanded, you can't charm your way out of everything.
I learned this lesson pretty quickly one fateful night, and so did Spike, we learned this lesson on a night when things went too far between us.
I won't lie to you, what Spike and I ended up doing by accident felt good at the time, really good. I guess with everything that had been built up between us two, it had been a long time coming. It really was the best release for the both of us, but looking back on it, we never should have done it, we didn't even think of how what we did would affect anybody else. Jet was the furthest thing from our minds at the time, we were just living in the moment...but Jet wouldn't see things that way...
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Almost a year had passed since Spike came back to the Bebop, and it was a boring night like any other. There really weren't any bounties worth hunting, and our last one had been a big payoff, so we were vacationing for a while. If I could have found out Jet's new hiding place for the money I would have been living it up at a casino somewhere, but Jet wised up, and found a new place to hide it.
I was sitting on the chair in the lounge watching Spike half asleep on the couch, I studied his hair and wondered if that was the new hiding place for the woolongs...That big fluffy fro of his...I think he's the only white guy in the history of white guys to look good in an afro.
Did I say look good? No, I can't think of Spike like that again..Too much hurt there and I'd rather not go through it again...still, I can't deny that he's incredibly sexy. Would any girl in their right mind say he's ugly?
"..the hell are you looking at?" his upside down face staring up at me with semi-annoyed look in his eyes.
"Not much," I turned my attention to my nails like I often do when somebody catches me looking at them.
He let out a yawn and a stretch and went back to oogling his beloved television. Sitting here watching Spike act sleepy was making me sleepy. How could he sleep so much anyway? He was like a damn cat.
I was bored and hungry so when my stomach started growling, I took that as a sign to stalk into the kitchen and see what Chef Le Black was preparing for dinner this fine evening.
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"Fish?" I scrunched my face up in disgust. "We're having fish?"
"Yes, we're having fish, it's very good for you, high in proteins." he said very matter of factly.
"I hate fish, Jeeeet." I whined.
"So go out and buy something else" he payed me very little attention, his eyes were focused on the fish he was gutting.
"Well I would if you'd give me my half of that last bounty, if you'd just keep the money in the safe like it's supposed to be then.."
"You would take all of the money and go blow it all at a casino." he smirked in amusement, but kept his eyes on the fish he was now dipping in flour.
"You've been here over two years Faye, I know how you work."
That was strange..he was being nice to me when I was whiny...usually he says, "Can it Faye, You're being obnoxious!" or something like that..it all sounds the same after a while.
I was kind of dissapointed that he didn't feel like arguing with me, I was really bored.
I sighed and went back to the lounge to stare a lunkhead number 1. He was snoring, there was a fishing show on tv, no wonder he fell asleep. When we weren't out hunting bounties, Jet and Spike acted like such old men most of the time, we rarely went out and did anything fun in our free time. Why the hell did they think I stole the money in the first place? They never wanted to go out anywhere, so I had to show myself a good time.
"A good time," I furrowed my eyebrows "as if." I leaned over to snatch the remote control from the table. A lighting fast hand came from out of nowhere and grasped my own hand. I shreiked in surpise.
"I was watching that" a quiet voice came from my side.
"You were sleeping," I tried to pull my hand away but his grip tightened. He was still laying on the couch, his eyes were closed.
"Let me go Spike." Surprisingly he did as he was told. I took the remote and walked back over to the chair. Before I knew it he had snatched it out of my hand and made his way out of the living room. I was not in the mood for hide and seek, and I was begining to wonder why the hell Spike was acting like Ed. Maybe he sustained some brain damage that went undetected or the doctors chose not to tell us about?
I flung myself dramatically onto the hard yellow couch and stared at the ceiling fan. After a few moments my boredness got the best of me and I decided to search the ship for him. Starting in the most obvious places, his room, the kitchen, the bathroom, then I checked the couch again since those were the only places I usually saw him. I checked the ship bay, the storage room, Jet's room, Ed's old room, everywhere.
Being in Ed's room made me surprisingly sad. Even though she rarely stayed in there, she "decorated" it in her own special way. In other words, it was tagged up worse then a new york city subway train. Her smilies were everywhere, but there were other drawings too. Typical kid stuff, trees, the sun, birds, like I said, kid stuff, but as my eyes trailed along the walls, I realized that she drew all of us. Ed drew herself in the middle of the picture. She had a big demonic grin and was squeezing Ein so hard it looked like his eyes were going to pop out. On either side of her stood Spike and I, we both had ciggarettes in our hands and were looking in opposite directions of each other. Jet was drawn off to the side working on his Bonsai Trees, there was something written under Jet..I squinted my eyes to read it, it said "Papa" I wonder if Jet had noticed that yet.
I guess she drew us doing what she saw us doing the most, Spike and I smoking and Jet working on his Bonsai trees.
The Bonsai Room! I hadn't checked there yet, Spike probably thought I wouldn't go there because Jet has told me countless times to stay out. Just goes to show how well Spike really knows me.
"Thanks Ed, " I said quietly, then I closed her door and snuck down the hall.
Through instinct, I reached for my gun, and backed up against the chilly wall on the way to the Bonsai Room. I quickly crept into the room, flipped on the switch, and found Spike sitting on the stool, surrounded by Jet's precious "babies".
"Yo," he saluted me with the remote control. What an ass.
"Give it back, Spike" I kept my gun pointed square at his head and glared at him, not an ounce of humor in my voice.
"Or you're gonna shoot me?" a cocky smile played on his lips.
"Yes, now give it back!" I narrowed my eyes.
"Sure" he tossed the control at me it landed on the floor with a plasticy smack. He wasn't going to get me to give up my gun that easily. I cautiously bent down to retreive the remote, and before I knew it Spike had grabbed my gun and my arm and pinned me up against the stool which had smacked against the counter with my weight. He dropped my gun to the floor kicked it out into the hallway and pinned my arms against the countertop.
"Let go of me!" I struggled to get away from him even though I knew it was probably useless. He was too strong for me as usual.
He studied my face silently, and intently, as if he was searching for something. Looking into his eyes had always made me uncomfortable, especially since I knew one of them was fake. As superficial as that may sound, it sort of freaked me out, but I was also uncomfortable because of the way they made me feel. His eyes were rooting up feelings that I buried deep down inside, feelings that until that very moment I thought they were gone, and feelings that I did not believe Spike would ever return to me. I stopped struggling and looked away, what was the use? I didn't like to let anyone, let alone Jet and Spike see that weak side of me, but I was starting to feel sick. He let go of my arms, by my body was still pinned in an awkward situation. I studied his stupid green hair that would only ever look good on him, then my eyes shifted to his playful brown eyes, and finally my eyes shifted down to his annoying, goofy, cocky, yet incredibly sexy smile.
"I win." he said playfully, still gazing into my eyes, watching the emotion change in them, and that's when it happened....
....the thing that never should have happened....
Without even thinking about it, I picked up a potted Bonsai tree from behind me and whipped it right at his obnoxious head. He ducked out of the way sending the poor tree crashing into the hallway. He laughed and started bobbing and weaving like a boxer ducking punches with each and every tree I hurled at him. Every single time I missed I became more and more pissed off, I would've given anything to wipe that stupid grin off of his face, but I missed, every single one of the trees was on the floor, none of them hit their target. I went after him with my fists, but just like before he caught my hands right away.
"All this for a stupid remote, Faye?"
I opened my mouth to say something but shut it up quickly when I saw Jet standing in the doorway surveying the damage in the hallway. Spike followed my eyes and we both watched Jet as he bent down and gingerly picked up a piece of what was left of one of his precious trees. Without even looking at us, and in a tone I had never ever heard Jet use before he said,
"I want both of you off my ship." then he just walked away.
I'm sorry that this update took forever, I had such writer's block on this story, but I think I've got the whole thing worked out, so hopefully this fic will be done within the next few weeks. I'm not making any promises though. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it may have annoyed some of you FayeXSpike people, but the idea just hit me today so I had to run with it ^_^