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Chapter 6: The Sobbing Dove
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Inside the Bebop, all was quiet. Jet and Spike ssat somberly on chairs playing a game of cards. Ed was furiously typing in the other room, possibly playing an online game with one of her new friends. And then there was Ein, yawning lazily and watching the creaky ceiling lights swinging back and forth. Back and forth.. back and...
"Jet, you've lost your touch." Spike smirked as he showed off his perfect deal to Jet. Jet sighed in frustration and pushed the woolongs to his side of the table. There was no contest with Spike. He always won everything. That's why they went gambling for about once a week, because he was the epitome of Mr. Good Luck.
"What touch?" Jet took one of his favorite cigars out of his pocket and sighed contentedly. "You always beat me, Spike. I haven't won once. That doesn't make me an unlucky man, though. Charlie Parker says--"
"---If ya want something, ya gotta give to receive." Spike said monotonously, reciting the line at the same time Jet did.
Ein barked out a reply. Spike looked at Ein slowly then at Jet. Jet sighed. "Hey, does it look like I know what the little guy is thinking?"
Spike shrugged and let the matter rest as he slouched down on the couch, relaxing. Ein barked again and ran around Spike in circles. Spike watched his crazy antics, quickly becoming dizzy at his movements. Finally, Ein's miniscule bushy tail disappeared into the other room.
Jet stood there, open-mouthed.
After about a period of 2 minutes, Ein walked back into the room with his blue bowl in his mouth, with "Ein" lazily written in black marker. He sat on his hind legs in front of Spike and waited patiently.
"Damn dog.." Spike muttered as he rubbed his eyes and sat up. "What do you want?" Spike noticed the empty food dish and sighed. "You're a dog, get your own food!" Spike was apparently in a cranky and tired mood. Ein was the least of his concerns.
Jet raised his eyebrows and grabbed the bowl out of Ein's doggy mouth. "Come on Ein, let's get you some food." He stood up from the couch and glowered at Spike, noticing his obvious laziness.
"And you, Bounty Slacker, go get Faye. She's been stuck in her room all night, and her door's locked. Maybe you can use some of your manly charms." Jet chuckled at him softly and Spike growled. He hated being teased.
"Go put on your apron and make some bell peppers and beef." Jet growled also when he heard this and closed his eyes, trying to maintain his temper. Spike smiled sarcastically and sat up.
He whistled as he walked down the hallway, humming a jazz tune. He pushed the horrible thoughts behind in the recesses of his memory. Maybe he could convince Jet to give up the bounty and to search for something anew.
Yeah, that would be nice... an escape. Then maybe I can find Julia without having the present poke constantly into the past. Then we can..
He stopped in front of her doorway, and knocked on it. There was no answer for several minutes. He pressed his ear against the doorway so he could hear something. Nothing. There was utter silence.
Shrugging, he kicked open the doorway, watching it fall to the ground. He walked inside, and suddenly looked worried. There was no lights on, it was utterly dark. He could barely see a thing.
"What do you want?" A groggy voice came from the bed, and then a slight groaning. Spike frowned and shook his head. What was up with her?
"Jet wants to see you. Maybe some new info on the bounty." He looked for a cigarette in his pocket but realized his pack was empty. He would have to find some more later.
"Shut up, Spike." Faye's voice was slurred and she waved one of her arms. "Go away, you stupid lunkhead. You shtupid, inshenshitive LUNKHEAD!"
Spike's eyes widened as he noticed numerous bottles of alchohol scattered throughout the room. He poked one with his foot and noticed that she didn't intend to drink lightly, she intended to drink to get drunk.
Faye was apparently very drunk.
"And I feel sick.. you make me sick." She groaned in pain and Spike winced at the comment. Faye sounded so weak and vulnerable and it suddenly bothered him very much.
"Eh, get up Faye. Someone has to feed Ed.."
"You feed her!" Faye shouted, "You don't care about me! You just ushed me. You think I'm just some easy lay, a shtupid slut! I'm..I'm.."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing from Faye. It didn't sound like Faye at all. His eyes were wide in shock.
He uneasily walked closer to her, smelling the faint traces of alchohol that she probably reeked of. He clicked on one flimsy lamp in her room and instantly noticed the photograph on her bedside table.
He picked it up, fingering it softly. It was apparently an old photograph, crinkly and nothing like the photographs the universe could produce now. In it, was an image of a young purple-haired girl riding on a strange contraption with mechanical horses and rods to hold them up. She was grinning widely.
He flipped over the strange photograph and saw "For Faye" scrawled on it with marker. Surprised, he set it back down on the table. She must have gotten it recently, he never saw any personal items of her own anywhere.
"Faye, dammit, get up!" He shouted loudly, frightened by her vulnerability. He heard a faint trace of muffled sobs coming from the pillow. Worried, he touched the sheets and threw them off, hoping to get her out of bed.
His last cigarette fell from his mouth and onto the floor.
"F..Faye.." His voice was shaky. "Just get up later.. just..yeah.." He looked away from her quickly and walked out of the room, his face tainted slightly crimson and his eyes still wide.
Jet stared at him with shock, wearing a white apron and coming out of the kitchen.
"What's wrong, Spike? What happened to Faye? You look.."
"...Nothing." Spike stared at the ground and walked away. "She's fine. She'll wake up later."
Jet stared at him worriedly as he suddenly went into his room and shut the door abruptly. He shrugged and look over at Ein.
Ein cocked his head to the side, but said nothing.
"Wonder what happened.."
Chapter 6: The Sobbing Dove
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Inside the Bebop, all was quiet. Jet and Spike ssat somberly on chairs playing a game of cards. Ed was furiously typing in the other room, possibly playing an online game with one of her new friends. And then there was Ein, yawning lazily and watching the creaky ceiling lights swinging back and forth. Back and forth.. back and...
"Jet, you've lost your touch." Spike smirked as he showed off his perfect deal to Jet. Jet sighed in frustration and pushed the woolongs to his side of the table. There was no contest with Spike. He always won everything. That's why they went gambling for about once a week, because he was the epitome of Mr. Good Luck.
"What touch?" Jet took one of his favorite cigars out of his pocket and sighed contentedly. "You always beat me, Spike. I haven't won once. That doesn't make me an unlucky man, though. Charlie Parker says--"
"---If ya want something, ya gotta give to receive." Spike said monotonously, reciting the line at the same time Jet did.
Ein barked out a reply. Spike looked at Ein slowly then at Jet. Jet sighed. "Hey, does it look like I know what the little guy is thinking?"
Spike shrugged and let the matter rest as he slouched down on the couch, relaxing. Ein barked again and ran around Spike in circles. Spike watched his crazy antics, quickly becoming dizzy at his movements. Finally, Ein's miniscule bushy tail disappeared into the other room.
Jet stood there, open-mouthed.
After about a period of 2 minutes, Ein walked back into the room with his blue bowl in his mouth, with "Ein" lazily written in black marker. He sat on his hind legs in front of Spike and waited patiently.
"Damn dog.." Spike muttered as he rubbed his eyes and sat up. "What do you want?" Spike noticed the empty food dish and sighed. "You're a dog, get your own food!" Spike was apparently in a cranky and tired mood. Ein was the least of his concerns.
Jet raised his eyebrows and grabbed the bowl out of Ein's doggy mouth. "Come on Ein, let's get you some food." He stood up from the couch and glowered at Spike, noticing his obvious laziness.
"And you, Bounty Slacker, go get Faye. She's been stuck in her room all night, and her door's locked. Maybe you can use some of your manly charms." Jet chuckled at him softly and Spike growled. He hated being teased.
"Go put on your apron and make some bell peppers and beef." Jet growled also when he heard this and closed his eyes, trying to maintain his temper. Spike smiled sarcastically and sat up.
He whistled as he walked down the hallway, humming a jazz tune. He pushed the horrible thoughts behind in the recesses of his memory. Maybe he could convince Jet to give up the bounty and to search for something anew.
Yeah, that would be nice... an escape. Then maybe I can find Julia without having the present poke constantly into the past. Then we can..
He stopped in front of her doorway, and knocked on it. There was no answer for several minutes. He pressed his ear against the doorway so he could hear something. Nothing. There was utter silence.
Shrugging, he kicked open the doorway, watching it fall to the ground. He walked inside, and suddenly looked worried. There was no lights on, it was utterly dark. He could barely see a thing.
"What do you want?" A groggy voice came from the bed, and then a slight groaning. Spike frowned and shook his head. What was up with her?
"Jet wants to see you. Maybe some new info on the bounty." He looked for a cigarette in his pocket but realized his pack was empty. He would have to find some more later.
"Shut up, Spike." Faye's voice was slurred and she waved one of her arms. "Go away, you stupid lunkhead. You shtupid, inshenshitive LUNKHEAD!"
Spike's eyes widened as he noticed numerous bottles of alchohol scattered throughout the room. He poked one with his foot and noticed that she didn't intend to drink lightly, she intended to drink to get drunk.
Faye was apparently very drunk.
"And I feel sick.. you make me sick." She groaned in pain and Spike winced at the comment. Faye sounded so weak and vulnerable and it suddenly bothered him very much.
"Eh, get up Faye. Someone has to feed Ed.."
"You feed her!" Faye shouted, "You don't care about me! You just ushed me. You think I'm just some easy lay, a shtupid slut! I'm..I'm.."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing from Faye. It didn't sound like Faye at all. His eyes were wide in shock.
He uneasily walked closer to her, smelling the faint traces of alchohol that she probably reeked of. He clicked on one flimsy lamp in her room and instantly noticed the photograph on her bedside table.
He picked it up, fingering it softly. It was apparently an old photograph, crinkly and nothing like the photographs the universe could produce now. In it, was an image of a young purple-haired girl riding on a strange contraption with mechanical horses and rods to hold them up. She was grinning widely.
He flipped over the strange photograph and saw "For Faye" scrawled on it with marker. Surprised, he set it back down on the table. She must have gotten it recently, he never saw any personal items of her own anywhere.
"Faye, dammit, get up!" He shouted loudly, frightened by her vulnerability. He heard a faint trace of muffled sobs coming from the pillow. Worried, he touched the sheets and threw them off, hoping to get her out of bed.
His last cigarette fell from his mouth and onto the floor.
"F..Faye.." His voice was shaky. "Just get up later.. just..yeah.." He looked away from her quickly and walked out of the room, his face tainted slightly crimson and his eyes still wide.
Jet stared at him with shock, wearing a white apron and coming out of the kitchen.
"What's wrong, Spike? What happened to Faye? You look.."
"...Nothing." Spike stared at the ground and walked away. "She's fine. She'll wake up later."
Jet stared at him worriedly as he suddenly went into his room and shut the door abruptly. He shrugged and look over at Ein.
Ein cocked his head to the side, but said nothing.
"Wonder what happened.."