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Cowboy Bebop © Sunrise Inc. and Bandai Entertainment. And anything else I
forgot.
Author's Note: Wow, the very first chapter to the very first fanfic I've ever put up here. Be gentle! _ No, really, I think it's OK. Hopefully this will develop into a long-running fic, but then again, things don't always go according to plan!
Carry That Weight
Chapter 1: The Morning After
The rusty alarm clock rang, barely audible after years of use. It didn't really matter anyway, since she was already awake. She hadn't slept a wink.
Slowly pulling herself from the cluttered sheets of her makeshift bed, Faye rubbed her eyes, taking a moment to recollect her thoughts. Her mind was a blank slate at the moment, as if in a daze. Suddenly, the memories flooded her conscience, hitting her with all the force of a hangover at 3:00 a.m. Her eyes filled with tears as her head began to spin; it had all happened so fast, yet she was seeing it in slow motion. Seeing the fake eye. Seeing him walk away. Seeing the blurriness of her own tears. And that's about the time she realized it.
He was gone, and it hurt.
She sat in bed like that for an hour, at least, just thinking about him and crying. Everything she had known about him had now become sacred..but why? Why did he have to throw it all away?
Sniffling, Faye rose from the bed and tightened her red jacket around herself as she left the empty room. She sniffed the air; Jet was already up making breakfast. She could smell smoke, but no food.
'Probably that tasteless crap they call oatmeal,' she thought with a snort.
The hallways were so empty. Just deep red tunnels, sending the light pat of her footsteps around and around in a tired echo. Except for her own feet, not a single other noise reverberated in the Bebop. The air was thick and crisp with the smell of metal and smoke. Everything seemed so depressing to her, even the squeaky steps leading down into the 'living room'.
'It's not even a living room..more like a dirty sardine can with a couple of couches.' In fact, it did seem just that - a modified cargo area of sorts. She passed the flat, yellow couch. Up another flight of steps, much longer than the first. She was almost there.
But something stopped her. She leaned against the wall right outside the kitchen as her heart began to beat with such ferocity that she feared it might burst. She imagined this is what the fat guy who keeled over from a heart attack in a bar she had once frequented must have felt like right before he hit the floor cold. 'No way! I'm to young to - ' Faye stopped mid-thought. "So was Spike." She knew now why she was afraid to enter the kitchen. She was afraid to see Jet. After last night, she didn't want to be around him, and she certainly didn't want to talk to him, but she didn't quite know why. Maybe she was afraid he would find her tears weak and push her away...wait, what was she thinking?! She didn't care what Jet thought; she was going to eat her damn breakfast, even if she didn't have much of an appetite.
He had heard the sobbing from her quarters, even if they were a few passageways down. He had known how much Spike meant to her, even if she had a cruel and taunting way of showing it. God knows, Spike had grown on him in the past 3 years they had worked together. They had been through thick and thin, he and the kid, and now it was all over. It felt kinda like.kinda like he hadn't eaten in a long, long while. Although the food sizzled right in front of him, his stomach - and his heart - were too heavy to allow it.
He had just pretended like it was any other day, making the usual rounds around the ship, checking for air leaks and any other damage, and cleaning up as best he could with one operational leg. He took out an old handkerchief and scrubbed at a stain on a window, but it was an empty, soulless motion. His dark gaze glided out into space, unfocused and cold. He had overheard the conversation between Spike and Faye, just before the kid left. Both Faye and Jet knew he wasn't coming back, and although they had their different ways of showing it, they felt the same on the inside. Jet wasn't much of the emotional type, and so had just blocked the pain with everyday activities, but Faye, for the first time that he had known of, broke down and cried for hours on end. "Annoying girl," he had huffed. But after the initial feeling of annoyance had died down, he felt pity. It was a sick feeling, and he didn't like it.
His thoughts drifted back to the troublemaking minx a few halls away. He'd be sure to fix her a special breakfast.
OK, first chapter is done. What'd ya think? Yeah, yeah, kinda short, but even if this story doesn't get many reviews, I plan on continuing it as long as I see fit. See ya next chapter!
Author's Note: Wow, the very first chapter to the very first fanfic I've ever put up here. Be gentle! _ No, really, I think it's OK. Hopefully this will develop into a long-running fic, but then again, things don't always go according to plan!
Carry That Weight
Chapter 1: The Morning After
The rusty alarm clock rang, barely audible after years of use. It didn't really matter anyway, since she was already awake. She hadn't slept a wink.
Slowly pulling herself from the cluttered sheets of her makeshift bed, Faye rubbed her eyes, taking a moment to recollect her thoughts. Her mind was a blank slate at the moment, as if in a daze. Suddenly, the memories flooded her conscience, hitting her with all the force of a hangover at 3:00 a.m. Her eyes filled with tears as her head began to spin; it had all happened so fast, yet she was seeing it in slow motion. Seeing the fake eye. Seeing him walk away. Seeing the blurriness of her own tears. And that's about the time she realized it.
He was gone, and it hurt.
She sat in bed like that for an hour, at least, just thinking about him and crying. Everything she had known about him had now become sacred..but why? Why did he have to throw it all away?
Sniffling, Faye rose from the bed and tightened her red jacket around herself as she left the empty room. She sniffed the air; Jet was already up making breakfast. She could smell smoke, but no food.
'Probably that tasteless crap they call oatmeal,' she thought with a snort.
The hallways were so empty. Just deep red tunnels, sending the light pat of her footsteps around and around in a tired echo. Except for her own feet, not a single other noise reverberated in the Bebop. The air was thick and crisp with the smell of metal and smoke. Everything seemed so depressing to her, even the squeaky steps leading down into the 'living room'.
'It's not even a living room..more like a dirty sardine can with a couple of couches.' In fact, it did seem just that - a modified cargo area of sorts. She passed the flat, yellow couch. Up another flight of steps, much longer than the first. She was almost there.
But something stopped her. She leaned against the wall right outside the kitchen as her heart began to beat with such ferocity that she feared it might burst. She imagined this is what the fat guy who keeled over from a heart attack in a bar she had once frequented must have felt like right before he hit the floor cold. 'No way! I'm to young to - ' Faye stopped mid-thought. "So was Spike." She knew now why she was afraid to enter the kitchen. She was afraid to see Jet. After last night, she didn't want to be around him, and she certainly didn't want to talk to him, but she didn't quite know why. Maybe she was afraid he would find her tears weak and push her away...wait, what was she thinking?! She didn't care what Jet thought; she was going to eat her damn breakfast, even if she didn't have much of an appetite.
He had heard the sobbing from her quarters, even if they were a few passageways down. He had known how much Spike meant to her, even if she had a cruel and taunting way of showing it. God knows, Spike had grown on him in the past 3 years they had worked together. They had been through thick and thin, he and the kid, and now it was all over. It felt kinda like.kinda like he hadn't eaten in a long, long while. Although the food sizzled right in front of him, his stomach - and his heart - were too heavy to allow it.
He had just pretended like it was any other day, making the usual rounds around the ship, checking for air leaks and any other damage, and cleaning up as best he could with one operational leg. He took out an old handkerchief and scrubbed at a stain on a window, but it was an empty, soulless motion. His dark gaze glided out into space, unfocused and cold. He had overheard the conversation between Spike and Faye, just before the kid left. Both Faye and Jet knew he wasn't coming back, and although they had their different ways of showing it, they felt the same on the inside. Jet wasn't much of the emotional type, and so had just blocked the pain with everyday activities, but Faye, for the first time that he had known of, broke down and cried for hours on end. "Annoying girl," he had huffed. But after the initial feeling of annoyance had died down, he felt pity. It was a sick feeling, and he didn't like it.
His thoughts drifted back to the troublemaking minx a few halls away. He'd be sure to fix her a special breakfast.
OK, first chapter is done. What'd ya think? Yeah, yeah, kinda short, but even if this story doesn't get many reviews, I plan on continuing it as long as I see fit. See ya next chapter!