If I Were Your Fallen Angel
Now, Baby understand that I forgive you, and I ain't gonna forget.
They say two wrongs don't make a right, I'll make it right,
So If I'm wrong, I ain't tryin' to fight,
So, I won't leave, maybe I'll just stay, Promise me that you'll do the same.
Easy as that, Spike thought solemnly his hands against his forehead. The man hesitated, for all that, he hesitated for hours. To someone like Faye, she would have told him he was a procrastinator, in which he realized he was. He had nearly a lifetime to tell her how he truly felt. Even if it didn't exactly take a lifetime for him to fall in love with the woman known as Faye Valentine.
Spike slowly glanced up, as his eyes adjusted to the doorway. Only realizing Jet standing about, staring back in at the man. He paused, as he quickly turned away, not a word ever wanting to escape his sealed lips.
Jet crossed his arms solely over his chest, as he took in a quick breath, "How many times have you let things pass you by, Spike? Let me guess, its the kind of things you like..."
The green haired man paused, as he slowly stood up, sighing almost too loudly, "Where? Where am I gonna find her, Jet? It's way too late for all that...."
"Why are you always with that smug attitude, Spike?" Jet uttered, most truthfully, "Right now, you could just drop everything, instead of standing there, afraid of what you might think of yourself." There was a long hesitation and a silence that conquered more so than anything. Jet was right, Spike knew himself, although he wouldn't have told the man so.
He was afraid of what he thought of himself. It was his pride, his feelings upon everything he sought that bothered him more than anything. And he just couldn't lead himself into believing that he had fallen in love with Faye. The woman that he ever had eyes for, after the one he claimed to only love in one life, Julia.
Spike let out a breath, as his brown eyes slowly gaped out behind the tall man. Jet shrugged, a bit of a smile upon his face, "Its on you, buddy...." The young man paused, as he watched his comrade solely strode out of the room, something that came too natural. And something, that always left him thinking about what he had said.
A word came to his mind, he had so much as to remember a certain place she had mentioned. Mars...she wanted to go to Mars. But how the hell was one person supposed to find someone in a planet that ever lasted so big. Spike ran his hands through his green hair roughly, as he grew frustrated. He didn't realize how long he had been sitting around the empty train station.
Right, he thought, Like she would have come to a station, when she had her RedTail lying around. Spike slowly leaned back against the bench, as he noticed nothing but the cool air that circled around him. There he was again. A point in his life. A point where he would sit and regret his actions. Although, at times it came easily, while at others, it pained him to even think.
He slowly stood up, as he simply dug his hands into the pocket of his pants, a usual habit. The man slowly turned his head over one shoulder, as he gazed at the moving trains. Maybe, all he wanted to believe was that Faye would have been there. So he brought himself into coming to a place like that. Some happy ending, Spike laughed off, as he simply strode down the long walkway and headed towards his star ship.
He sat solemnly in the long corridor, a half burnt out cig placed in between his thin lips. Spike blew out a long puff of smoke, as he leaned back touching the cold walls. He let out a breath, as he gaped quietly at the metal wall before him. He didn't think of it much, mostly trying to not think of it. Or anything at that fact. He knew Jet hadn't bothered with him, since he seemed so spaced out. Lost, perhaps.
Spike licked his lips as he solemnly took another drag. He was nearly arguing with himself although it hadn't seemed like it. Part of him wanted to drop everything. Convincing himself, that she would have left either way. She would have left like she wanted to. And he shouldn't have bothered to care none at all.
"Bitchy woman...," Spike mumbled, as he let out another puff of smoke escape his lips. He slowly leaned one hand over his knee, as he stared up at the ceiling. It made him wonder, how far the girl had got at this hour. He didn't even understand why he was sitting in that same place, that would have brought back so much memories of Faye.
That was possibly the last time he had ever gotten to see her. He had walked out on her, without a slight thought, except for Julia. Spike didn't even know if that was considered foolish or selfish. He quickly rubbed his face, as he tossed the burnt out cig to the floor, leaning his head back.
"Brings back memories," a voice uttered. A voice that Spike recognized so well, the voice that he longed to hear. The young man slowly sat up, as his eyes gazed to his right, noticing Faye standing in the middle of the long corridor, two bags dangled in her hands, as her emerald eyes gazed back at him.
Spike let out a short laugh, as he stared back at her, "This time you walked out on me."
The young woman sighed, as she bit her bottom lip, "I walked out on you...but I came back. Not 6 months after, making you believe that I died off somewhere."
Spike paused, as he solemnly stood up, again, shoving his hands into his pockets, his head cocked to a side, "I was wrong to do that...." Faye held her position, as she gazed back at the man, trying to make out whether that was a question or a statement.
"I didn't say you were wrong...," she remarked, solemnly.
Spike smiled, turning his eyes from her for a brief second, "Nothing's a fact, Faye. How do you even know if its real?"
"You tell me...," the woman retorted, "Is it real?" There was a long silence that fell over the two, as they stood staring back at one another. "Someone once told me....that butterflies are the symbol of beauty, fertility, fragility and change...Am I that butterfly you speak of?"
Spike paused, as his eyes stared back into her own, "An Angel perhaps....an Angel that fell from Heaven and....." He let out a long breath, "And, stole my heart."
A smile slowly crept upon Faye's crimson lips, as she let out a soft laughter, "Is that suppose to be a line?" she uttered, sarcastically.
"And told me I could love again," Spike finished, with a smile upon his face.
Faye paused, her eyes glancing downward, "You already have an Angel..." There was a long silence, as her emerald gaze fell upon his yet again, "Would you love me if I were your Fallen Angel?"
"No," Spike uttered, causing the woman's attention back up at him, "You're my Angel.....and I'm not gonna say its about time I realized that, and I'm not gonna say I never loved Julia....Cuz, you know I'd be lying...I'm not gonna do that to you, Faye. And you ask me if it's real....Julia's a dream that I always saw through my eyes...She was the woman that I loved. I woke up from that dream, Faye. Dream or not, this is where we stand. I love that other side of you that just wants to be accepted...be loved."
Faye smiled, slowly, as she stared back at the young man, quiet, "Is this where you take me into your arms?" Spike smiled, as he slowly walked up to her, and stopped short. His hands slowly brushed the strands of hair from her face, as he studied her features.
"I never thought you'd wake up, Spike," Faye began, "I'll admit I was scared. All I ever wanted before you left, all I said I wanted was that all of us could live happily together on the Bebop...But I was selfish...What I really wanted was for you to tell me that you could love me...even if I always came second." She held back, as she felt herself grow weak. "Please...please tell me this isn't a dream..."
Spike smiled, as he slowly cupped her face in his hands, "It's not...I need you Faye." His voice slowly came to a whisper, as his lips spoke inches from her own, "I love you." He stopped, as a finger came to his lips.
Faye smiled, shortly, "I'm goin' to ask you a question...it's a good one, so I want you to think about it...I wouldn't be caught dead, askin' these questions if I didn't think much about it...." She took in a deep breath, and continued, "When you love someone....I mean really, really love someone. But you just cant seem to get it together...When do you get to the point when enough is enough?"
Spike paused, as he stared back into her eyes, "...Never."
"...Really?" Faye uttered, her voice a near whisper.
The man smiled, as he gently pressed his forehead against her own, "Really, really." Faye let out a soft laughter, as she felt his lips press up against hers, and he willingly took her into his arms. It seemed forever, until the man slowly pulled away, a hidden smile in his eyes.
The two slowly turned towards the rec. room. When they noticed Jet, Ed and Ein staring back at them. Spike slowly stood up straight, turning his body towards them.
"Well, well," Jet began, a smile upon his lips, "Seems you two worked things out."
"Yeah!" Ed shouted out, jumping happily, as she stared back at Spike and Faye with their arms encircled around one another.
"I didn't think you had it in you, Spike," the bald man replied, nearly laughing, "Not one with words, eh?" Spike slowly glanced down at Faye, as she stared up at him, a bright smile, that he hadn't seen in so long. This time things were real. He was finally able to let his past go, for once and find something else he could call his own. Something that far surpassed any great feeling a man could have ever felt.
Faye suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, as she pulled him into a long kiss, not ashamed of the people standing there. And she held onto him, as she could hear his whispers to her, his whispers that came from his heart. The words that she had longed to hear. Perhaps the truth about fairy tales were that there was a happy ending. And it was never that far away.
Ed sighed, glancing at Jet and Spike, "Men such hopeless romantics."
Note: Awww! That was it. IT ended badly? Still concerned? I'm sorry. I just had this story goin for so long, that I had no where else to go with it. Although, this chapter was how I had planned it. Well..thanks for sticking with me and my story for so long. And if you didn't like how I ended it...I'm sorry....Thanks anyways!