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Chapter 4: Early Bird In The Rain
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"Heya, Faye." Spike said nonchalantly the next morning, passing by her through the hallway. He seemed deep in thought, wandering around the Bebop halls aimlessly. She gazed at him nervously for a split second, but said nothing. She managed to lock eyes with the curly-haired freak and he looked a bit nervous himself, which was unusual. Instead of blurting out her obviously hurt feelings, she just muttered a hello in return to him and rolled her eyes in disgust.
Inside of the deep psyche of Faye, she was confused as all hell. Why would Spike just ignore the obvious? Last night we were kissing.. and now we're back to our bickering old selves. This makes no sense. Dammit Spike, why do you have to be so utterly unreadable?
Sighing, she smoothed her violet locks with her slender fingers. Her emerald orbs glowed as she contemplated thoughtfully on what kind of chemistry they shared, what kind of intimate connection that they both desired yesterday night.
Desired? Nah. Faye shuddered as the powerful word raced through her mind. To yearn for. To wish for. It was just random affection that night. Yeah.. random. They both were tired and groggy. Maybe she had too much to drink.
Affection. There she went with strange, romantic words again. Words she hadn't thought of in a long time about anyone. She sure hoped she wasn't falling in love with Spike, then she knew she was getting desperate for men.
Was there anything between us at all?
"Nothing." she said bitterly to herself as she entered her room and prepared to enter the shower, "Nothing at all."
She pushed away curious thoughts of the lunkhead Spike as the warm water hit her back, and she rubbed the back of her neck to ease the pain from sleeping. There was a bounty to catch and she was defenitely on the lookout for clues. She grinned. Men were total idiots anyway. They either let you down or they didn't make any sense. They were too much of romantics, living in a fantasy world of roses and chivalry. Faye knew she was in control. No more worrying about the crazy guy in the blue suit downstairs.
Yet, as she reached to turn the shower dial torwards her, she couldn't help but think of the night before. Playing through her head over and over again, like an endless videotape she knew she couldn't ignore...
She closed her eyes.
"God, you idiot."
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Spike reached for his cigarettes by instinct as he stopped by Jet's room. The bonsai plants obviously weren't there anymore after Ed's terrible ordeal, and it seemed a bit empty. Spike was sure he would buy new ones, but it just wasn't the same. He knew Jet was upset about it still, and Ed was too. The plants truly meant a lot to him.
"Yo Jet." Spike waved at him to get his attention, and Jet turned around smiling. He was in an awfully good mood considering the consequences. Spike smiled softly. Jet took all of the burdens from everyone and still seemed to maintain a pleasant additude.
"Hey Spike." Jet averted his gaze from him suddenly, and there was an unsettling silence in the room. Spike looked at him, confused.
"What is it?"
"The bounty-" Jet started, but Spike quickly interrupted him.
"-Let's go after it. Here's my second chance. You never get that too often, you know?"
Jet looked at him with a surprised expression. It wasn't like Spike to suddenly have a change of heart, but his eyes were set. He wanted to settle things once and for all. His expression was complete determination, and Jet grinned in appreciation at his spontaneous burst of character.
"Alright. We'll enter the transport gate around 5:00. Then you can dispatch the Swordfish and we'll have a look around. I seriously doubt that they're still on Ganymede anymore though. Believe me, I've lived there a long time.. usually people don't."
Spike lit his cigarette and leaned against the wall. "I don't know what I'm doing, Jet." he muttered and looked at the ground, "But I think it's right."
"There's a difference between thinking and knowing." Jet chuckled to himself softly, "I heard that from my grandmother once. She was always getting on my case."
Spike laughed out loud, lightening the mood. "You're so old Jet, I couldn't even imagine you having a grandmother."
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They landed on Ganymede quickly and abruptly. The port was overcrowded, as usual, and Jet felt grateful he was home. Ganymede was always a place that brought him inner peace, he knew most of the people there well. After all, he grew up there.
"Now, Ed. Stay in the ship." Jet warned as Ed sulked behind them, and Ein barked for their attention. Faye growled at Ein and he backed away, running into the ship as fast as he could.
"ED WANTS TO GO!" She practically screamed, making several people stare at the spectacle. She did cartwheels around the crew members while repeating this with a chanting voice. Faye sighed and put her hands on her hips.
"Ed, if you stay and take care of the Bebop, I'll bring you back something special." There was a glint in her eyes. A glint few people trusted.
"But..but.. Faye-Faye!" Ed groaned, "Faye-Faye never brings back anything! Ed sits around bored out of her skull!" She pouted and made a big X with her hands at the Bebop.
"Er..well.. I promise this time! It'll be something nice. Reaallyy nice." Faye laughed nervously, and Spike raised his eyebrow at her. Jet folded his arms together and looked around, viewing his surroundings.
"Fine.." Ed said finally, defeated. She hung her head and walked back into the ship, looking depressed. Jet finally turned around and faced Spike and Faye.
"Well, shall we go?" Faye said, walking ahead of them and putting on her sunglasses. The sun glistened in the distance and the puffy white clouds floated above them. "It's a beautiful day, and we have a lot of work to do!"
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Chapter 4: Early Bird In The Rain
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"Heya, Faye." Spike said nonchalantly the next morning, passing by her through the hallway. He seemed deep in thought, wandering around the Bebop halls aimlessly. She gazed at him nervously for a split second, but said nothing. She managed to lock eyes with the curly-haired freak and he looked a bit nervous himself, which was unusual. Instead of blurting out her obviously hurt feelings, she just muttered a hello in return to him and rolled her eyes in disgust.
Inside of the deep psyche of Faye, she was confused as all hell. Why would Spike just ignore the obvious? Last night we were kissing.. and now we're back to our bickering old selves. This makes no sense. Dammit Spike, why do you have to be so utterly unreadable?
Sighing, she smoothed her violet locks with her slender fingers. Her emerald orbs glowed as she contemplated thoughtfully on what kind of chemistry they shared, what kind of intimate connection that they both desired yesterday night.
Desired? Nah. Faye shuddered as the powerful word raced through her mind. To yearn for. To wish for. It was just random affection that night. Yeah.. random. They both were tired and groggy. Maybe she had too much to drink.
Affection. There she went with strange, romantic words again. Words she hadn't thought of in a long time about anyone. She sure hoped she wasn't falling in love with Spike, then she knew she was getting desperate for men.
Was there anything between us at all?
"Nothing." she said bitterly to herself as she entered her room and prepared to enter the shower, "Nothing at all."
She pushed away curious thoughts of the lunkhead Spike as the warm water hit her back, and she rubbed the back of her neck to ease the pain from sleeping. There was a bounty to catch and she was defenitely on the lookout for clues. She grinned. Men were total idiots anyway. They either let you down or they didn't make any sense. They were too much of romantics, living in a fantasy world of roses and chivalry. Faye knew she was in control. No more worrying about the crazy guy in the blue suit downstairs.
Yet, as she reached to turn the shower dial torwards her, she couldn't help but think of the night before. Playing through her head over and over again, like an endless videotape she knew she couldn't ignore...
She closed her eyes.
"God, you idiot."
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Spike reached for his cigarettes by instinct as he stopped by Jet's room. The bonsai plants obviously weren't there anymore after Ed's terrible ordeal, and it seemed a bit empty. Spike was sure he would buy new ones, but it just wasn't the same. He knew Jet was upset about it still, and Ed was too. The plants truly meant a lot to him.
"Yo Jet." Spike waved at him to get his attention, and Jet turned around smiling. He was in an awfully good mood considering the consequences. Spike smiled softly. Jet took all of the burdens from everyone and still seemed to maintain a pleasant additude.
"Hey Spike." Jet averted his gaze from him suddenly, and there was an unsettling silence in the room. Spike looked at him, confused.
"What is it?"
"The bounty-" Jet started, but Spike quickly interrupted him.
"-Let's go after it. Here's my second chance. You never get that too often, you know?"
Jet looked at him with a surprised expression. It wasn't like Spike to suddenly have a change of heart, but his eyes were set. He wanted to settle things once and for all. His expression was complete determination, and Jet grinned in appreciation at his spontaneous burst of character.
"Alright. We'll enter the transport gate around 5:00. Then you can dispatch the Swordfish and we'll have a look around. I seriously doubt that they're still on Ganymede anymore though. Believe me, I've lived there a long time.. usually people don't."
Spike lit his cigarette and leaned against the wall. "I don't know what I'm doing, Jet." he muttered and looked at the ground, "But I think it's right."
"There's a difference between thinking and knowing." Jet chuckled to himself softly, "I heard that from my grandmother once. She was always getting on my case."
Spike laughed out loud, lightening the mood. "You're so old Jet, I couldn't even imagine you having a grandmother."
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They landed on Ganymede quickly and abruptly. The port was overcrowded, as usual, and Jet felt grateful he was home. Ganymede was always a place that brought him inner peace, he knew most of the people there well. After all, he grew up there.
"Now, Ed. Stay in the ship." Jet warned as Ed sulked behind them, and Ein barked for their attention. Faye growled at Ein and he backed away, running into the ship as fast as he could.
"ED WANTS TO GO!" She practically screamed, making several people stare at the spectacle. She did cartwheels around the crew members while repeating this with a chanting voice. Faye sighed and put her hands on her hips.
"Ed, if you stay and take care of the Bebop, I'll bring you back something special." There was a glint in her eyes. A glint few people trusted.
"But..but.. Faye-Faye!" Ed groaned, "Faye-Faye never brings back anything! Ed sits around bored out of her skull!" She pouted and made a big X with her hands at the Bebop.
"Er..well.. I promise this time! It'll be something nice. Reaallyy nice." Faye laughed nervously, and Spike raised his eyebrow at her. Jet folded his arms together and looked around, viewing his surroundings.
"Fine.." Ed said finally, defeated. She hung her head and walked back into the ship, looking depressed. Jet finally turned around and faced Spike and Faye.
"Well, shall we go?" Faye said, walking ahead of them and putting on her sunglasses. The sun glistened in the distance and the puffy white clouds floated above them. "It's a beautiful day, and we have a lot of work to do!"
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