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~Summary~ Faye is being held up in Marco's apartment. Spike was able to get through to her communicator, but she wasn't able to answer...
When It's Over Chapter 3: What's the Cure? :
About an hour later, Marco returned to the apartment and sighed. "Geez, why won't you just die?" He walked over to Faye and then looked over at the small table, where another syringe was lying.
Just then Faye started gasping for breath.
Marco rubbed his hands together. "Ah, finally. You know, I will be really, really sorry to see you go...but I'm hungry." He walked out of the apartment again and right into Spike's fist.
"Give me the cure." Spike said, easily dodging Marco's counter.
"Cure? I wasn't getting paid to make a cure." He smiled slyly and received a punch in the face.
Finally after a few hits in the stomach and face, Marco was out cold on the ground. Spike tried the apartment door and kicked it when he found that it was locked.
"Faye?"
Faye recognized Spike's smooth, deep voice. She didn't know why, but as much as she 'disliked' Spike, she had always liked his voice. And now she was happier than ever to hear it.
Spike shot the lock off the door, hurried into the apartment and untied Faye. He tried to help her up, but she was too weak to walk. She could barely even stand. So Spike practically carried her out.
"Just hold on a little longer, Faye, we'll get you to the R.D." Spike said.
"Don't bother. I'm dying, Spike. That fact has already been established. He injected me with the stuff twice. It's over and done with. I just wish that it wouldn't have ended this way. But dying actually seems better than all this pain-"
"Faye, shut the hell up for once if your life!" Spike ordered. "Now, come on!"
Faye stopped. "Spike,"
"What?" He snapped.
"I...can't...feel my...legs." Then she put her hand up to her head. "Oh god. Here comes the spinning again."
Faye went limp in Spike's arms. He picked her up and carried her the rest of the way.
"I've never seen anything like it before." Right said as he examined the poison on his computer. "It's some kind of poison, but there's nothing like it anywhere."
After Faye was back on the Bebop, Spike walked into the alley beside Marco's apartment and saw a red ship with a large yellow dragon on its side. He walked closer to the ship and looked around.
"Hello, Spike." Vicious said.
Spike turned around to see Vicious and his new subordinate, Damien.
"So, this is the infamous Spike." Damien said.
"I see you have a new flunky, Vicious." Spike said.
"It seems that we are still yet to finish this." Vicious said, putting a hand on his massive katana.
"Now is good for me." Spike said reaching for his gun. He aimed it at Vicious and sighed when Damien stepped in the way. "Not this again." His gaze remained on Vicious. "Move." He ordered Damien.
Damien didn't move and Spike prepared to pull the trigger on his gun, until Julia stepped infront of Damien.
"Julia." He started to lower his gun.
"Don't do this, Spike." she said.
"It's something I have to do." He said, walking past her, aiming at Vicious again.
She turned around and walked up to Vicious. "Vicious."
"It's your fault this started." He replied coldly, not taking his eyes off Spike.
She looked down and then back at him. "Vicious, please. Let's just go." She put her hand over his. "Please."
Before Vicious could answer, Damien pulled the trigger and shot the distracted Spike twice in the stomach. As Spike fell to the ground, Julia turned and looked for a split second before climbing on the ship after Vicious.
Marco was tied up to a pole inside the Bebop. Ed was patrolling, in other words moving back and forth infront of him, dancing, hopping and singing. Jet walked over to him and grabbed his throat.
"Now, for the last time. Where's the cure?" he demanded.
"How many times am I going to have to tell you this? There is no cure!"
"Dammit!" Jet pounded the pole above him and dented it. "What is wrong with you?! You created it, you have to know something that will cure it!!"
"Nope, sorry."
Jet sighed and ran his hand over his head. "Ed."
"Yeess, Jet?"
"Do your thing."
"Yayy! Hey, Ein, we have someone else to play with!" Ed exclaimed as Jet walked away.
"Found anything?" Spike asked, rubbing his bandaged stomach.
"Not yet." Jet was analyzing some of Faye's blood later that day. "I swear, you two are more trouble than you are worth anymore."
"And by the way, we are almost out of bandages." Spike said.
"Geez, Jet, I think you killed my vein." Faye was examining the place on her arm where Jet had drawn blood.
"Shut up."
She faked a look of hurt. "That seems to be all I am hearing from either of you anymore." Faye laid down on the couch.
"Yeah, you'd think she would get the point." Spike said to Jet.
"Hey, I heard that." Faye said.
"Good, it's a sign you aren't deaf." Spike said.
"Well, there is some good news." Jet said.
"Is that possible?" Faye asked.
"It seems that your body is fighting off the poison, but-"
"But?" Faye asked.
"But, the poison is still slowly working its magic." Jet finished.
"What I don't understand is how it is able to fight at all, with everything in that stuff-" Spike said.
"It's because my blood is different." Faye said.
"Huh?" Jet and Spike turned around.
"Because I was born seventy-seven years ago, my blood has a slightly different make-up than the two of yours. And obviously there are some things that my body fights better than what yours would fight. I guess Marco didn't figured that far." Faye explained. "But I'm getting weaker, and it hurts more, so...it's still working."
Faye was sitting on her bed with the VHS player infront of her. She was watching the video of herself when she was younger. She had seen it before many times, and had decided to move on and leave her past alone, but for some reason she was drawn to watch it again.
She ran her hands down her arms and flinched in pain as she accidentally bumped a bruise. The poison was causing ugly bruises that covered her body. The two biggest and most painful were on her shoulders, where she had been shot and where Marco had stuck her with the needle. She pulled her sweater up on her shoulders and no longer able to fight it, tears ran down her face.
Jet was walking down the hallway and stopped when he saw Faye in her room. She was sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest and quietly sobbing. Swallowing his pride, he knocked on the open door.
"Faye, are you allright?" he asked.
Faye nodded her head. "Yeah. I'm just looking at this tape. I've tried and tried, but I just can't leave my past alone. I mean there is nothing at all left for me to go home to. Now that I have my memory back, there's no one for me to find.....but I-I'll be fine, Jet."
"Okay." Jet walked down the hallway.
Faye turned back to the video and looked closely at it. She realized she had never seen that part of it before.
"What is this?" she said.
On the video, Faye saw a younger version of herself, and then a woman she remembered to be her mother. The little Faye was lying in bed and apparently sick. Her mother brought in a tray of bottles and set them down on the table.
Faye paused the video and looked closely at what the bottles contained. Her heart started beating faster, and committing the ingredients to memory, she stood up and slowly made her way down the hallway.
Spike and Ed were walking down the hallway on their way to wash Spike's ship, when they saw Faye bent over catching her breath.
"Hey, Ed, why don't you go ahead outside and get the hose and stuff out, okay?" Spike said.
"Allright!!" Edward 'flew' down the corridor, then into the garage and out onto the deck.
"You allright, Faye?" Spike asked her.
Faye took in a deep breath and stood up. "Yeah, I'm fine."
She began walking again, when her legs gave out and she started to fall. Spike caught her, but she pushed him away.
"Spike, I'm fine."
"Faye-"
"Really, I am." She said, sternly. Then she continued walking to the kitchen.
Faye was frantically looking through the small cabinets and in the storage room for the ingredients that she had seen on the video. She breathed a sigh of relief when she found everything. Then she mixed them all and drank the solution.
Somehow Edward had gotten back into the main part of the ship and she and Ein were peeking around the corner, watching Faye.
"What is she doing, Ein?"
Ein barked.
Ed rolled into the kitchen and stopped at Faye's feet.
"You okay, Faye Faye?"
Faye looked down at Ed and smiled.
"Yeah, I am." She walked out of the kitchen. "I think I am finally okay."
"Yay!" Ed and Ein ran back down the hallway and to the deck.
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~Summary~ Faye is being held up in Marco's apartment. Spike was able to get through to her communicator, but she wasn't able to answer...
When It's Over Chapter 3: What's the Cure? :
About an hour later, Marco returned to the apartment and sighed. "Geez, why won't you just die?" He walked over to Faye and then looked over at the small table, where another syringe was lying.
Just then Faye started gasping for breath.
Marco rubbed his hands together. "Ah, finally. You know, I will be really, really sorry to see you go...but I'm hungry." He walked out of the apartment again and right into Spike's fist.
"Give me the cure." Spike said, easily dodging Marco's counter.
"Cure? I wasn't getting paid to make a cure." He smiled slyly and received a punch in the face.
Finally after a few hits in the stomach and face, Marco was out cold on the ground. Spike tried the apartment door and kicked it when he found that it was locked.
"Faye?"
Faye recognized Spike's smooth, deep voice. She didn't know why, but as much as she 'disliked' Spike, she had always liked his voice. And now she was happier than ever to hear it.
Spike shot the lock off the door, hurried into the apartment and untied Faye. He tried to help her up, but she was too weak to walk. She could barely even stand. So Spike practically carried her out.
"Just hold on a little longer, Faye, we'll get you to the R.D." Spike said.
"Don't bother. I'm dying, Spike. That fact has already been established. He injected me with the stuff twice. It's over and done with. I just wish that it wouldn't have ended this way. But dying actually seems better than all this pain-"
"Faye, shut the hell up for once if your life!" Spike ordered. "Now, come on!"
Faye stopped. "Spike,"
"What?" He snapped.
"I...can't...feel my...legs." Then she put her hand up to her head. "Oh god. Here comes the spinning again."
Faye went limp in Spike's arms. He picked her up and carried her the rest of the way.
"I've never seen anything like it before." Right said as he examined the poison on his computer. "It's some kind of poison, but there's nothing like it anywhere."
After Faye was back on the Bebop, Spike walked into the alley beside Marco's apartment and saw a red ship with a large yellow dragon on its side. He walked closer to the ship and looked around.
"Hello, Spike." Vicious said.
Spike turned around to see Vicious and his new subordinate, Damien.
"So, this is the infamous Spike." Damien said.
"I see you have a new flunky, Vicious." Spike said.
"It seems that we are still yet to finish this." Vicious said, putting a hand on his massive katana.
"Now is good for me." Spike said reaching for his gun. He aimed it at Vicious and sighed when Damien stepped in the way. "Not this again." His gaze remained on Vicious. "Move." He ordered Damien.
Damien didn't move and Spike prepared to pull the trigger on his gun, until Julia stepped infront of Damien.
"Julia." He started to lower his gun.
"Don't do this, Spike." she said.
"It's something I have to do." He said, walking past her, aiming at Vicious again.
She turned around and walked up to Vicious. "Vicious."
"It's your fault this started." He replied coldly, not taking his eyes off Spike.
She looked down and then back at him. "Vicious, please. Let's just go." She put her hand over his. "Please."
Before Vicious could answer, Damien pulled the trigger and shot the distracted Spike twice in the stomach. As Spike fell to the ground, Julia turned and looked for a split second before climbing on the ship after Vicious.
Marco was tied up to a pole inside the Bebop. Ed was patrolling, in other words moving back and forth infront of him, dancing, hopping and singing. Jet walked over to him and grabbed his throat.
"Now, for the last time. Where's the cure?" he demanded.
"How many times am I going to have to tell you this? There is no cure!"
"Dammit!" Jet pounded the pole above him and dented it. "What is wrong with you?! You created it, you have to know something that will cure it!!"
"Nope, sorry."
Jet sighed and ran his hand over his head. "Ed."
"Yeess, Jet?"
"Do your thing."
"Yayy! Hey, Ein, we have someone else to play with!" Ed exclaimed as Jet walked away.
"Found anything?" Spike asked, rubbing his bandaged stomach.
"Not yet." Jet was analyzing some of Faye's blood later that day. "I swear, you two are more trouble than you are worth anymore."
"And by the way, we are almost out of bandages." Spike said.
"Geez, Jet, I think you killed my vein." Faye was examining the place on her arm where Jet had drawn blood.
"Shut up."
She faked a look of hurt. "That seems to be all I am hearing from either of you anymore." Faye laid down on the couch.
"Yeah, you'd think she would get the point." Spike said to Jet.
"Hey, I heard that." Faye said.
"Good, it's a sign you aren't deaf." Spike said.
"Well, there is some good news." Jet said.
"Is that possible?" Faye asked.
"It seems that your body is fighting off the poison, but-"
"But?" Faye asked.
"But, the poison is still slowly working its magic." Jet finished.
"What I don't understand is how it is able to fight at all, with everything in that stuff-" Spike said.
"It's because my blood is different." Faye said.
"Huh?" Jet and Spike turned around.
"Because I was born seventy-seven years ago, my blood has a slightly different make-up than the two of yours. And obviously there are some things that my body fights better than what yours would fight. I guess Marco didn't figured that far." Faye explained. "But I'm getting weaker, and it hurts more, so...it's still working."
Faye was sitting on her bed with the VHS player infront of her. She was watching the video of herself when she was younger. She had seen it before many times, and had decided to move on and leave her past alone, but for some reason she was drawn to watch it again.
She ran her hands down her arms and flinched in pain as she accidentally bumped a bruise. The poison was causing ugly bruises that covered her body. The two biggest and most painful were on her shoulders, where she had been shot and where Marco had stuck her with the needle. She pulled her sweater up on her shoulders and no longer able to fight it, tears ran down her face.
Jet was walking down the hallway and stopped when he saw Faye in her room. She was sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest and quietly sobbing. Swallowing his pride, he knocked on the open door.
"Faye, are you allright?" he asked.
Faye nodded her head. "Yeah. I'm just looking at this tape. I've tried and tried, but I just can't leave my past alone. I mean there is nothing at all left for me to go home to. Now that I have my memory back, there's no one for me to find.....but I-I'll be fine, Jet."
"Okay." Jet walked down the hallway.
Faye turned back to the video and looked closely at it. She realized she had never seen that part of it before.
"What is this?" she said.
On the video, Faye saw a younger version of herself, and then a woman she remembered to be her mother. The little Faye was lying in bed and apparently sick. Her mother brought in a tray of bottles and set them down on the table.
Faye paused the video and looked closely at what the bottles contained. Her heart started beating faster, and committing the ingredients to memory, she stood up and slowly made her way down the hallway.
Spike and Ed were walking down the hallway on their way to wash Spike's ship, when they saw Faye bent over catching her breath.
"Hey, Ed, why don't you go ahead outside and get the hose and stuff out, okay?" Spike said.
"Allright!!" Edward 'flew' down the corridor, then into the garage and out onto the deck.
"You allright, Faye?" Spike asked her.
Faye took in a deep breath and stood up. "Yeah, I'm fine."
She began walking again, when her legs gave out and she started to fall. Spike caught her, but she pushed him away.
"Spike, I'm fine."
"Faye-"
"Really, I am." She said, sternly. Then she continued walking to the kitchen.
Faye was frantically looking through the small cabinets and in the storage room for the ingredients that she had seen on the video. She breathed a sigh of relief when she found everything. Then she mixed them all and drank the solution.
Somehow Edward had gotten back into the main part of the ship and she and Ein were peeking around the corner, watching Faye.
"What is she doing, Ein?"
Ein barked.
Ed rolled into the kitchen and stopped at Faye's feet.
"You okay, Faye Faye?"
Faye looked down at Ed and smiled.
"Yeah, I am." She walked out of the kitchen. "I think I am finally okay."
"Yay!" Ed and Ein ran back down the hallway and to the deck.
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