"BEBOP BLUES"
AN: Cowboy Bebop doesn't belong to me (yeah, I wish). I just wrote the fic.
Thanks so much for the encouragement! There's just not enough hours in the day for me to write. Maybe I should quit my day job? Anyway, on with the show.
Session 2: TELL ME LIES
"Don't you think you've had enough lady?" the bartender asked as Faye threw back her fifth shot of whiskey down her throat.
She gave him a death glare in response, making him back off nervously. "I'll TELL you when I've had enough."
She didn't want to feel anymore. All she wanted to do was forget.
"How DARE he come back and turn my life upside down all over again!" she thought angrily to herself. Wasn't it enough that Spike died? Or so she thought.
What really ticked her off was the blase, almost indifferent attitude he had, showing up out of the blue and expecting her to welcome him home with open arms, as if the fact that he was alive changed anything. Fat chance. She knew that he didn't give a rat's ass about her feelings, but what really hit her hard was the fact that he had brought Julia with him. He might as well have stuck the dagger in her heart himself.
Faye stared at the amber liquid in the shotglass in contemplation. To her surprise, she found that she didn't hate Julia. God knows she had every right to. After all she was the one who kept Spike tied to the past. You couldn't be jealous of something you never had in the first place. As long as he held on to Julia, he would never let go of the past. Not for anything...or anyone. Faye didn't have any delusions about how Spike felt about her, even if she did feel something for him. She was a realist, not a romanticist. After all, he had rejected her once. She would not make that mistake again.
"Damn it Jet, what IS that stuff? Sulfuric acid?" Spike complained as the older man applied the antiseptic to his fresh wound.
"Quit complaining," Jet replied, bandaging his shoulder.
"That woman is certifiable."
"Well, what did you expect? A welcome home parade?" He couldn't blame Faye for the way she reacted.
Spike cocked an eyebrow up questioningly. "Since when did you start defending Faye?"
"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that bringing Julia with you wasn't exactly the brightest thing in the world to do."
"What? Now you're taking her side? I'm gone for a little while, and the world goes to hell in a handbasket."
"I'm not taking anyone's side. I just don't want my ship to end up like Swiss cheese."
"Don't worry, Jet. We're not staying long."
Jet turned his back. "Still running away, eh Spike?"
Spike leaned back against the sofa, suddenly feeling very tired. "Something like that."
"Do me a favor before you go."
"I can't promise anything," he replied noncomittally.
"Talk to Faye and straighten out whatever the hell happened between you two."
"Are you crazy? After what that she-devil did to me?"
Jet turned around angrily. "Just do it!"
Julia walked into the bar and scanned the room. It wasn't hard to spot Faye. She was the only woman in a room of men who were eyeing her appreciatively.
"You like to live dangerously don't you?" she asked coming up to the bar.
Faye immediately stiffened up. She was NOT in the mood to make small talk with the woman Spike left for.
"Got a problem with that?" she replied antagonistically, not bothering to look up.
"Not at all. Mind if I join you?"
"Do whatever you want."
Julia removed her dark sunglasses and sat down next to her on the stool. An awkward silence passed between them before either one made the first move.
"For what it's worth Faye, I'm sorry."
"I don't need any apologies. Spike Spiegel means nothing to me."
"Don't you want to know what happened?"
"Do I have a choice?" Faye asked sarcastically.
"There was no way out. We were being chased down like dogs when Vicious found out that Spike came to Mars. He sent his henchmen after us and gunned down anyone we had a connection to. "
"Why would Vicious want to kill you?" She knew that Spike and Vicious had been in the Red Dragons together. She just didn't know how Julia fit into the picture.
Julia looked down at her hands folded over each other on the counter. "To get back at Spike, I suppose. I was seeing Vicious before meeting Spike. They were best friends once."
"Before you came along," Faye surmised. Suddenly the picture became clear as crystal. No wonder Spike had this insane obsession with death.
"Yes," she admitted quietly. "Anyway, we knew that Vicious would never give up until he had us both killed. So, we died."
"Bullet proof vest?" Faye guessed astutely.
"For me, yes. But Spike wasn't so lucky. It took 4 months before he was able to walk again. He was mortally wounded and left for dead after his confrontation with Vicious when I found him at their Headquarters passed out and bleeding to death. I guess he was just too stubborn to die. When he finally recovered from his wounds, we left. We've been on the run ever since."
"So that's it? You let everyone think that you were dead all this time?"
"It was the only choice we had to stay alive. Even after the Red Dragons fell apart, Vicious still had his henchman who were loyal to him. We had to make them think that we were dead."
"I don't know why you felt the need to tell me all this. It doesn't change anything."
"Doesn't it? Faye, I have no right to ask you this, but...please forgive Spike."
"You're right, Julia. You have NO right," Faye answered softly, before getting up from her stool and walking out the door.
Julia stared after her with a sad look in her eyes. Faye still cared about Spike, whether or not she wanted to admit it.
Faye finally came back to the Bebop around 3 AM Earth Standard Time. Hopefully, everyone would be asleep by now. She was not in the mood to explain her actions, especially to Spike. She yawned tiredly as she made her way through the corridor to her room, hoping to get some peace and quiet after an especially hard day. No such luck.
"YOU have some explaining to do, Valentine," Spike said angrily, as he leaned against the doorjam, blocking her way.
"Didn't you get my message earlier?" she retorted flippantly.
"Loud and clear. What do you want me to do? I can't change what happened."
"Hmph. You wouldn't have changed it even if you could."
"It's always about you, isn't Faye?"
"What do you mean by that?" she demanded angrily.
"I can't believe you're still jealous."
Faye's hands balled into tight fists at her sides, as she attempted to hold back her temper. It took every ounce of self-control she had not to pummel him to the ground. The absolute nerve of the jackass! He was just doing this to get a rise out of her. Well, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
"You just don't get it, do you?" she replied calmly. "You're such an idiot, Spike. Didn't it ever occur to you that when you left, you not only turned your back on your best friend, but on the life you could have had?"
Spike stared at her with a blank look on his face. He certainly hadn't expected her to react that way to his jibe.
"You just love to play the part of the tragic hero. It's really pathetic when you think about it."
"What's pathetic is your attempt to make me believe that your anger has nothing to do with the fact that Julia is here."
Faye crossed her arms over each other, with a bored expression on her face. "You've never given me any credit for having a brain. Okay hotshot, you want to know the reason why I shot you? I did it because YOU took everything away from me."
"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked in genuine confusion.
"You made me believe that even after everything I had been through, there was something worth living. I finally realized that I had a future. I had hope. But you took that hope and crushed it, without even a second thought, because you couldn't leave the past in the past. You made your point very clear when you left. I don't matter in the grande scheme things and I don't matter to you, because you never gave a damn about me. You never have."
"That's not true Faye." He must have felt something for her. Why else would he always come to her rescue when it really counted, if he didn't?
"Isn't it?" she challenged. "Well let me tell YOU something Spike Spiegel. Jet may have forgiven you for leaving, but I haven't. You can go to hell for all I care."
"How do you know I haven't already been there?" he asked quietly.
Faye was momentarily taken aback by his comment. "That's not my problem. You've made your choice, Spike. I've made mine."
She shoved him away from the door and slammed it behind her, refusing to let his cryptic statement phase her. For some stupid reason, tears began to trickle down her cheeks.
Life is Like That Sometimes Cowboy
To be continued...
Just a little addendum: I wrote Faye this way based on her interaction with Julia the first time they met. I wouldn't want to be in Faye's shoes though. I would have shot Spike too! ^_-
Please forgive anything I might have gotten wrong. I'm having trouble staying awake. Zzzzz...
Written by: Babboo on 7/31/02
AN: Cowboy Bebop doesn't belong to me (yeah, I wish). I just wrote the fic.
Thanks so much for the encouragement! There's just not enough hours in the day for me to write. Maybe I should quit my day job? Anyway, on with the show.
Session 2: TELL ME LIES
"Don't you think you've had enough lady?" the bartender asked as Faye threw back her fifth shot of whiskey down her throat.
She gave him a death glare in response, making him back off nervously. "I'll TELL you when I've had enough."
She didn't want to feel anymore. All she wanted to do was forget.
"How DARE he come back and turn my life upside down all over again!" she thought angrily to herself. Wasn't it enough that Spike died? Or so she thought.
What really ticked her off was the blase, almost indifferent attitude he had, showing up out of the blue and expecting her to welcome him home with open arms, as if the fact that he was alive changed anything. Fat chance. She knew that he didn't give a rat's ass about her feelings, but what really hit her hard was the fact that he had brought Julia with him. He might as well have stuck the dagger in her heart himself.
Faye stared at the amber liquid in the shotglass in contemplation. To her surprise, she found that she didn't hate Julia. God knows she had every right to. After all she was the one who kept Spike tied to the past. You couldn't be jealous of something you never had in the first place. As long as he held on to Julia, he would never let go of the past. Not for anything...or anyone. Faye didn't have any delusions about how Spike felt about her, even if she did feel something for him. She was a realist, not a romanticist. After all, he had rejected her once. She would not make that mistake again.
"Damn it Jet, what IS that stuff? Sulfuric acid?" Spike complained as the older man applied the antiseptic to his fresh wound.
"Quit complaining," Jet replied, bandaging his shoulder.
"That woman is certifiable."
"Well, what did you expect? A welcome home parade?" He couldn't blame Faye for the way she reacted.
Spike cocked an eyebrow up questioningly. "Since when did you start defending Faye?"
"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that bringing Julia with you wasn't exactly the brightest thing in the world to do."
"What? Now you're taking her side? I'm gone for a little while, and the world goes to hell in a handbasket."
"I'm not taking anyone's side. I just don't want my ship to end up like Swiss cheese."
"Don't worry, Jet. We're not staying long."
Jet turned his back. "Still running away, eh Spike?"
Spike leaned back against the sofa, suddenly feeling very tired. "Something like that."
"Do me a favor before you go."
"I can't promise anything," he replied noncomittally.
"Talk to Faye and straighten out whatever the hell happened between you two."
"Are you crazy? After what that she-devil did to me?"
Jet turned around angrily. "Just do it!"
Julia walked into the bar and scanned the room. It wasn't hard to spot Faye. She was the only woman in a room of men who were eyeing her appreciatively.
"You like to live dangerously don't you?" she asked coming up to the bar.
Faye immediately stiffened up. She was NOT in the mood to make small talk with the woman Spike left for.
"Got a problem with that?" she replied antagonistically, not bothering to look up.
"Not at all. Mind if I join you?"
"Do whatever you want."
Julia removed her dark sunglasses and sat down next to her on the stool. An awkward silence passed between them before either one made the first move.
"For what it's worth Faye, I'm sorry."
"I don't need any apologies. Spike Spiegel means nothing to me."
"Don't you want to know what happened?"
"Do I have a choice?" Faye asked sarcastically.
"There was no way out. We were being chased down like dogs when Vicious found out that Spike came to Mars. He sent his henchmen after us and gunned down anyone we had a connection to. "
"Why would Vicious want to kill you?" She knew that Spike and Vicious had been in the Red Dragons together. She just didn't know how Julia fit into the picture.
Julia looked down at her hands folded over each other on the counter. "To get back at Spike, I suppose. I was seeing Vicious before meeting Spike. They were best friends once."
"Before you came along," Faye surmised. Suddenly the picture became clear as crystal. No wonder Spike had this insane obsession with death.
"Yes," she admitted quietly. "Anyway, we knew that Vicious would never give up until he had us both killed. So, we died."
"Bullet proof vest?" Faye guessed astutely.
"For me, yes. But Spike wasn't so lucky. It took 4 months before he was able to walk again. He was mortally wounded and left for dead after his confrontation with Vicious when I found him at their Headquarters passed out and bleeding to death. I guess he was just too stubborn to die. When he finally recovered from his wounds, we left. We've been on the run ever since."
"So that's it? You let everyone think that you were dead all this time?"
"It was the only choice we had to stay alive. Even after the Red Dragons fell apart, Vicious still had his henchman who were loyal to him. We had to make them think that we were dead."
"I don't know why you felt the need to tell me all this. It doesn't change anything."
"Doesn't it? Faye, I have no right to ask you this, but...please forgive Spike."
"You're right, Julia. You have NO right," Faye answered softly, before getting up from her stool and walking out the door.
Julia stared after her with a sad look in her eyes. Faye still cared about Spike, whether or not she wanted to admit it.
Faye finally came back to the Bebop around 3 AM Earth Standard Time. Hopefully, everyone would be asleep by now. She was not in the mood to explain her actions, especially to Spike. She yawned tiredly as she made her way through the corridor to her room, hoping to get some peace and quiet after an especially hard day. No such luck.
"YOU have some explaining to do, Valentine," Spike said angrily, as he leaned against the doorjam, blocking her way.
"Didn't you get my message earlier?" she retorted flippantly.
"Loud and clear. What do you want me to do? I can't change what happened."
"Hmph. You wouldn't have changed it even if you could."
"It's always about you, isn't Faye?"
"What do you mean by that?" she demanded angrily.
"I can't believe you're still jealous."
Faye's hands balled into tight fists at her sides, as she attempted to hold back her temper. It took every ounce of self-control she had not to pummel him to the ground. The absolute nerve of the jackass! He was just doing this to get a rise out of her. Well, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
"You just don't get it, do you?" she replied calmly. "You're such an idiot, Spike. Didn't it ever occur to you that when you left, you not only turned your back on your best friend, but on the life you could have had?"
Spike stared at her with a blank look on his face. He certainly hadn't expected her to react that way to his jibe.
"You just love to play the part of the tragic hero. It's really pathetic when you think about it."
"What's pathetic is your attempt to make me believe that your anger has nothing to do with the fact that Julia is here."
Faye crossed her arms over each other, with a bored expression on her face. "You've never given me any credit for having a brain. Okay hotshot, you want to know the reason why I shot you? I did it because YOU took everything away from me."
"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked in genuine confusion.
"You made me believe that even after everything I had been through, there was something worth living. I finally realized that I had a future. I had hope. But you took that hope and crushed it, without even a second thought, because you couldn't leave the past in the past. You made your point very clear when you left. I don't matter in the grande scheme things and I don't matter to you, because you never gave a damn about me. You never have."
"That's not true Faye." He must have felt something for her. Why else would he always come to her rescue when it really counted, if he didn't?
"Isn't it?" she challenged. "Well let me tell YOU something Spike Spiegel. Jet may have forgiven you for leaving, but I haven't. You can go to hell for all I care."
"How do you know I haven't already been there?" he asked quietly.
Faye was momentarily taken aback by his comment. "That's not my problem. You've made your choice, Spike. I've made mine."
She shoved him away from the door and slammed it behind her, refusing to let his cryptic statement phase her. For some stupid reason, tears began to trickle down her cheeks.
Life is Like That Sometimes Cowboy
To be continued...
Just a little addendum: I wrote Faye this way based on her interaction with Julia the first time they met. I wouldn't want to be in Faye's shoes though. I would have shot Spike too! ^_-
Please forgive anything I might have gotten wrong. I'm having trouble staying awake. Zzzzz...
Written by: Babboo on 7/31/02
