More than Just the Blues
By: ChibiJupiter
A/N: Hey! This is my first ever Cowboy Bebop fic so please...tell me what you think! I'm open to ideas so please do tell! The title of this fic came from my buddy; who was using it for his own Bebop fic but decided he wanted me to have it instead. It takes place a few years before the series begins. It's a JULIAxSPIKE. Just thought I'd warn you. ^^; Also, it switches each chapter to a different POV; either Julia or Spike.
Oi! Just a little more info you didn't really need to know...Cowboy Bebop never has and never will belong to me. It shall always be property of Hijime Yatate and Sunrise and all those other great people. ^^ It shall never in a million years belong to me.
Chapter One
~*~Julia's POV~*~
I don't know what it is about you. Your eyes, so dark, so knowing, so different, or your hair, different in color and texture. No, it can't be either of those. It must be your voice. A little mysterious, yet I don't think anyone could be as mysterious as you could. When I'm around you I feel safe. Your name on my lips feels like a prayer, yet deep within it feels like a sin. Why does it feel so wrong to love you? I love you, yet something is holding me back, away from you.
Spike...why do I care so much?
It was raining that night when I found you outside my door. The rain was mixing with blood as it trickled down your face...
"Oh my God!" Honey hair, dried and perfectly done, came loose in the rain and wind. The woman stopped by the body of a tall man; face in the pavement, eyes hidden. His hair was a dark green, not one you would normally see, in the little light she had. She turned the body over to see the man's face, which was badly injured, blood quickly running down it. "Can you hear me?" She asked repeatedly; her turquoise eyes filled with concern. He looks familiar. But how? The thought than hit her. "Spike! God, Spike can you hear me?" She looked around. She didn't dare leave him alone, but she needed help as well.
"Julia?" His voice was barely audible yet she could tell it was shaken.
"Spike!" She knelt down beside him, her hands placed upon his shoulders. "Can you get up?"
"No," he stated. Julia again looked up and down the street. There was not a soul on the road that could help her.
"Spike, I'm going to help you up to my apartment. I need you to try and walk, just a little." She barely knew him, but she felt as though she had known him forever. She placed her arm around him and began to slowly go up the steps.
She opened the door to her apartment and laid him on her bed. She pulled off his jacket, then her own, before running to the bathroom to retrieve medical supplies and towels to clean him with.
When she returned, he had passed out once again. She removed his tie and shirt before she began to clean his face and chest; blood began to run down his chest again as she washed his face. "Spike," she tried talking to him, believing he was still awake. "What happened?" How come you make my heart pace? She questioned herself. I don't love you. At least, I don't believe so. She began to wrap him in bandages, her hands running them across his chest. Am I enjoying this? She looked away from him then and as she turned to get another towel, the heat of blush filled her cheeks.
She slowly continued to bandage him until her phone rang. She placed her hands around the phone. "Hello?" She asked.
"Julia, is everything alright? You didn't meet me, so I was getting worried." Vicious' voice came from the other end, and somehow, didn't sound so cold. More concerned.
Shit, I totally forgot about that date. "Vicious, I'm so sorry. I was sick so I went to bed and I forgot to call you." She looked over at Spike questioned whether or not the tell Vicious he was there. No, then he'll get suspicious. "I'll see you tomorrow." She quickly hung up the phone and turned back to Spike. She frowned at the sight she saw. The bandages she had placed on him only minutes before had already become extremely damp with blood.
She continued to bandage him until she believed he was covered enough. She then, more carried than led, him to her couch. She placed him there, and made sure he was not going to fall off.
After she placed Spike onto her couch, she looked over at her bed. Rose-colored sheets stain with deep crimson blood was all she saw. She removed the sheets from her bed, as well as Spike's bloody clothing, and carried them to the sink. She began to run ice-cold water over them and slowly the blood was carried off the cloth. Running between her fingers and then, traveling down the drain.
Late that some night, Julia sat in a chair placed by the couch as she kept and eye on Spike, as she read and hummed to herself silently.
"Just like that," Spike murmured.
Julia stopped as she walked closer to Spike. "Are you awake?" She asked.
"Julia, just like that, sing for me please."
Julia bent on her knees next to him and smiled. "Singing, is that what you call it? It's more like humming to me." He smiled slightly.
"So? Singing, humming, it's all the same shit right? Has to do with music don't it?"
Again she smiled. "I suppose you're right Spike," She stated before she began to hum once again.
"Ah, music to my sore ears. Better than a bunch of screaming, I can say that much."
She stopped suddenly. "What happened anyway?" Her smile faded as she continued. "You were, actually still are, pretty severely injured."
"Let's just not talk about it OK? I'd rather not."
"OK. Well, now that you're awake," she rose, "I'm going to bed. I'll change your bandages again in the morning." She opened her closet door as she passed and tossed a few sheets into her room before she brought a pillow and blanket over to Spike. She placed them on the floor in front of the couch.
"Julia," he spoke her name and she stopped as she had begun to enter her room. "Why did you do this?" Spike's voice has changed. No longer shaken, it was filled with sincerity, trust.
"I couldn't just leave you there. Who knows what anyone would do to you in this neighborhood. Besides, you're good friends with Vicious." It's neither of those reasons. It's because I love you. What did I just say? I don't love you. I love Vicious.
"Well, I thank you just the same. I'll be sure to tell Vicious how nice you are. I'm sure he'll like that." He winked. "Well, I'll see you in the morning."
He began to try and reach the blanket at the side of the couch, before Julia bit her lip and turned back to help him. "Sorry, I forgot." She ran over to his side, she placed the blanket over his body and the pillow under his head. "That better?" She asked.
"Sure is. Thanks Julia." He smirked as she turned into her room. "Hey, aren't you going to be lonely in there by yourself?"
"Spike, I live in the house alone, 24/7. I'll be fine. But thanks for the offer."
"Offer? How did you-" she had shut the door before he had a chance to finish.
I don't understand this! I don't want him to leave me. I know that he will, that he'll have to though. And, I know that I can't love him, because I love someone else. Vicious. Because of Vicious, I can never be with Spike. She sighed heavily as she leaned against the door. She eased it open a bit to see Spike. He was still lying on the couch; his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. "He's already asleep." She walked out and kneeled beside the couch. "Good night Spike," she whispered as she placed a kiss on his forehead, which, amazingly, was not bandaged. "I love you, I really do."