Comatose Cowboy
A/N Thanks to all who read and reviewed my first REAL fanfic. I posted two other stories with my daughter to get her writing, but I wanted to see if I could do one on my own. I wrote this longhand on a trip to Spain, and have posted it as I have had time to get it typed up. I loved this series, and hope I have done it justice.
Chapter 9 - "Happily Ever After?"
Faye was in her room, shoving clothes into a duffel bag wildly. She HATED Spike and Jet right now. She might never return to the Bebop, then they'd be sorry. She stormed out past the couch where Spike still lay. Spike looked up at her.
"Where you goin?" he asked.
"None of your business and don't try to find me," she fumed.
"Hey, Faye, c'mon. It was all in good fun. Don't get all mad and leave because I gave you a little kiss," Spike said.
"It's not about that, you idiot! I told you things that I never told anyone before and now you can't wait to throw it back in my face and make fun of it. Well, I don't want to hang around here for that." Her voice trailed off as she walked away toward the hangar.
Spike jumped up and ran after her.
"Faye! Don't go. I didn't mean to make fun of you. I was just being a jerk."
Faye was climbing into the Redtail, acting like she couldn't hear him.
"Faye - please. I, uh, I think.... I think I might be in love with you?" Spike said, running his hand up over his thick mop of hair. Oh, boy! What just happened? He kept his head low, as if to duck under something being thrown at him, wondering what would come back from that remark! He was quite unsure of what he was about to do, but he couldn't let Faye just leave (maybe forever) without saying what he was thinking.
"God Dammit, Spike! Quit fucking around with me."
"No, I'm not. Seriously. Just come down from there so I can talk to you."
Faye stood there, not knowing what to do. She really wanted to leave in the worst way, but something about the way Spike was standing there with his head low gave her pause. Had he really just said what she thought he had said? What about Julia? Was she still in his heart, too? How could Faye ever hope to compete with a tragically killed ex-love obsession? Faye had a hard time admitting to herself that she had always had a bit of a crush on Spike, but because he had mooned endlessly over the mystery woman from his past, she never allowed herself to think too much about it. The attraction between them played itself out in meaningless flirtation and teasing each other constantly.
What really shook Faye all the way down to her little white boots was the fact that she had already sensed this change in Spike. She felt pretty sure that he hadn't meant to blurt out that clumsy, almost declaration of love back there. The old Spike would have rather taken a bullet than let that slip.
So Faye was frozen in her thoughts, unable to move. She stood in the cockpit with one hand up over her head, clutching the hatch, and the other still carrying the duffel.
"Well, are you coming down or what?" Spike asked.
Faye jumped down from her ship and faced him. "So, are we supposed to fall madly in love and live happily ever after, now? I can never take Julia's place, Spike."
"I'm not asking you to, Faye. One thing I learned by being in that coma is that I don't want to waste anymore of my life. I've wasted enough already, waiting for Julia and now she's dead. I'm done with that part of my life. Besides, I can't get you out of my head since I woke up. I think I get you now, Faye. All those things you told me about while I slept helped me to understand who you are and I'm going to try to stop torturing you all the time. I can't promise you 'happily ever after.' I wouldn't even try. But I really care about you, and I think if you're honest with yourself, you really care about me. You wouldn't have come to rescue me if you didn't care. I told you the day I left to face Vicious that one of my eyes saw the present and the other saw the past. But now my eye is fixed, so now the old one sees the present and the new one sees the future. I see you and me together, Faye, with that new eye. And we look pretty good to me."
Spike paused, after what was surely the longest speech he had ever made. He could tell that his words had been right with Faye. She dropped her duffel and smiled up at him, hopefully. Spike went to her and took her in his arms. She felt great to him, all warm and sweet smelling. He cupped his hand under her chin and lifted her face. Their lips met in a long, lingering kiss.
Faye couldn't believe this was happening. One minute ago, she was ready to leave the Bebop forever and now Spike was kissing her again, telling her that he loved her and saw her as part of his future, come what may. God, she hoped that this wasn't just a dream. His lips were softer than she imagined, and she felt the heat of his fingers as they gripped her waist. All of her fear and sadness were being lifted away by his touch. She so wanted to be loved and protected.
And then in this perfect moment, Jet stumbled into the hangar to catch them in their embrace. "Well, it's about time," he chuckled. "You two deserve each other!"
Jet laughed at his own remark and then laughed even harder as the two lovers, still locked in the kiss, each raised one hand simultaneously to give him the finger.
Spike thought to himself, life with Faye was going to be one wild ride, but after all, he was a cowboy.
SEE YOU, SPACE COWBOY...
A/N Thanks to all who read and reviewed my first REAL fanfic. I posted two other stories with my daughter to get her writing, but I wanted to see if I could do one on my own. I wrote this longhand on a trip to Spain, and have posted it as I have had time to get it typed up. I loved this series, and hope I have done it justice.
Chapter 9 - "Happily Ever After?"
Faye was in her room, shoving clothes into a duffel bag wildly. She HATED Spike and Jet right now. She might never return to the Bebop, then they'd be sorry. She stormed out past the couch where Spike still lay. Spike looked up at her.
"Where you goin?" he asked.
"None of your business and don't try to find me," she fumed.
"Hey, Faye, c'mon. It was all in good fun. Don't get all mad and leave because I gave you a little kiss," Spike said.
"It's not about that, you idiot! I told you things that I never told anyone before and now you can't wait to throw it back in my face and make fun of it. Well, I don't want to hang around here for that." Her voice trailed off as she walked away toward the hangar.
Spike jumped up and ran after her.
"Faye! Don't go. I didn't mean to make fun of you. I was just being a jerk."
Faye was climbing into the Redtail, acting like she couldn't hear him.
"Faye - please. I, uh, I think.... I think I might be in love with you?" Spike said, running his hand up over his thick mop of hair. Oh, boy! What just happened? He kept his head low, as if to duck under something being thrown at him, wondering what would come back from that remark! He was quite unsure of what he was about to do, but he couldn't let Faye just leave (maybe forever) without saying what he was thinking.
"God Dammit, Spike! Quit fucking around with me."
"No, I'm not. Seriously. Just come down from there so I can talk to you."
Faye stood there, not knowing what to do. She really wanted to leave in the worst way, but something about the way Spike was standing there with his head low gave her pause. Had he really just said what she thought he had said? What about Julia? Was she still in his heart, too? How could Faye ever hope to compete with a tragically killed ex-love obsession? Faye had a hard time admitting to herself that she had always had a bit of a crush on Spike, but because he had mooned endlessly over the mystery woman from his past, she never allowed herself to think too much about it. The attraction between them played itself out in meaningless flirtation and teasing each other constantly.
What really shook Faye all the way down to her little white boots was the fact that she had already sensed this change in Spike. She felt pretty sure that he hadn't meant to blurt out that clumsy, almost declaration of love back there. The old Spike would have rather taken a bullet than let that slip.
So Faye was frozen in her thoughts, unable to move. She stood in the cockpit with one hand up over her head, clutching the hatch, and the other still carrying the duffel.
"Well, are you coming down or what?" Spike asked.
Faye jumped down from her ship and faced him. "So, are we supposed to fall madly in love and live happily ever after, now? I can never take Julia's place, Spike."
"I'm not asking you to, Faye. One thing I learned by being in that coma is that I don't want to waste anymore of my life. I've wasted enough already, waiting for Julia and now she's dead. I'm done with that part of my life. Besides, I can't get you out of my head since I woke up. I think I get you now, Faye. All those things you told me about while I slept helped me to understand who you are and I'm going to try to stop torturing you all the time. I can't promise you 'happily ever after.' I wouldn't even try. But I really care about you, and I think if you're honest with yourself, you really care about me. You wouldn't have come to rescue me if you didn't care. I told you the day I left to face Vicious that one of my eyes saw the present and the other saw the past. But now my eye is fixed, so now the old one sees the present and the new one sees the future. I see you and me together, Faye, with that new eye. And we look pretty good to me."
Spike paused, after what was surely the longest speech he had ever made. He could tell that his words had been right with Faye. She dropped her duffel and smiled up at him, hopefully. Spike went to her and took her in his arms. She felt great to him, all warm and sweet smelling. He cupped his hand under her chin and lifted her face. Their lips met in a long, lingering kiss.
Faye couldn't believe this was happening. One minute ago, she was ready to leave the Bebop forever and now Spike was kissing her again, telling her that he loved her and saw her as part of his future, come what may. God, she hoped that this wasn't just a dream. His lips were softer than she imagined, and she felt the heat of his fingers as they gripped her waist. All of her fear and sadness were being lifted away by his touch. She so wanted to be loved and protected.
And then in this perfect moment, Jet stumbled into the hangar to catch them in their embrace. "Well, it's about time," he chuckled. "You two deserve each other!"
Jet laughed at his own remark and then laughed even harder as the two lovers, still locked in the kiss, each raised one hand simultaneously to give him the finger.
Spike thought to himself, life with Faye was going to be one wild ride, but after all, he was a cowboy.
SEE YOU, SPACE COWBOY...