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 © by Hajime Yadate and Sunrise and all those other great people. ^^ It shall never in a million years belong to me.

Sorry about the delay. I've had the chapter done, but I didn't like it. I re-wrote it than lost it when my computer got a virus. Anyway, here's chapter six!

Chapter Six

~*~Spike's POV~*~

          Why is my life a living hell? Shit, why doesn't someone just kill me now? I could care less. I don't give a damn anymore. And I never will give a damn ever again for the rest of my life. You're out of my reach. I can't be with you. Not now, not ever again. I love you and still, I hate you.

          Seated in the hard café chair, Spike sipped his coffee. "Damn, why doesn't anything happen the way I want it to?" He placed his mug on the table, as he eyed a couple entering. Hand in hand, they began whispering into on another's ears. "Love, who needs it?" He lit a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. "Since when has love want to smack me in the face?" He stood as he finished his drink. He grabbed his coat off the back of the chair.

          Opening the door to his apartment, he sighed. "Why do I even bother to live anymore? I don't have anything to live for." His phone rang then and he let it be.

          "You've reached Spike. I'm not here. Leave a message after the tone." The machine beeped and a woman's voice spoke.

          "Spike. It's me. I wanted to see if you wanted to do something tonight. But-"

Julia's voice was cut off as Spike picked up his phone. "Hey."

"Spike! I'm sorry about earlier. I was just so tired. Vicious is out on a mission and I'm all alone. I need someone to talk to. You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He sat on his couch, a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

"Do you know where he went?"

"No idea," He muttered. He felt odd talking to her. He felt as if her emotions for her had slipped away, like sand through a child's fingers.

"Do you mind if I came over? You don't seem alright…"

"I'm fine." He hung up the phone as he put out his cigarette, which was only half smoked.

Did you just do what I think you just did? Did you refuse Julia? I thought you loved her.

"I do love her." He shook his head. "Damn! I'm talking to myself…again!"

Later on, Spike found himself leaning against Julia's apartment building. Damn, I'm thinking of her. He headed up the stairs to her door. He hesitated before he knocked.

She opened the door. Her blonde hair was clinging to her face, wet from the shower. She was wearing only a bathrobe and her hands were gripping a brush and a wet towel.

"Spike. I thought…"

"I was the lonely one. I don't know why I refused your company." He smiled. "Mind if I come in?"

"Not at all." Julia moved and led Spike into her living room. "Wait in here and I'll be back."

Spike watched as the woman made her way into the bathroom. He seated himself in a chair by the corner as he heard the various noises coming from the bathroom. "So," Spike started, "how have you been lately?"

"Fine." She continued to talk but was drowned out by the sounds of the hairdryer. "And having no idea where Vicious is makes me worry more about him. You know what I mean?" She opened the door as she finished.

"Yeah. I can't believe he didn't tell you he was leaving."

"He told me he was leaving, just not where he was going or when he'd be back."  She shrugged. "It doesn't exactly seem like him."

"So, do you just plan to hang around your small apartment all night?" Not realizing the meaning Julia would receive, he smiled.

"Are you asking me on a date Mr. Spiegel?" Julia exited her bathroom, fully dressed, her hair hanging loosely in a ponytail on the top of her head.

"I didn't mean it like that. I-I…" He stuttered. "I never asked you if you wanted to go out. I just asked-"

"I think we both got different meanings from this. Besides, I don't think that you're the type to date a woman who is already dating." She fixed her hair and looked at Spike. "Want to go out for a drink?"