Where to begin? That's the toughest part to any story though, is the
getting started. As I explained before my memories just really started
coming back to me, but I don't want to bore you with the little details.
So, why don't we start where I first met him.my prince. Hearing no
complaints I move on.
The first time I saw him I was working at a casino, not on my own freewill though. I was supposed to help a man get this special chip, and I'm still fuzzy on all the details. I played a simple part. I was to pose as one of the black jack dealers, and he was supposed to show up and lose everything and give me the last chip as a tip. The chip was important, I remember that much, and I expected the job to be easy, but when he showed up.let's just say he wasn't all I had expected. He was definitely more handsome than the picture said he would be, and definitely a lot brighter than I had expected, but none of that mattered when it came to the money. I mean, back then I'd have done anything for money, now I'm not so sure.
But, we all know how that part of the story went, I mean, nothing ever turned out exactly the way it was supposed to. At least after that incident I had a place to stay. Even if the Bebop was not what I wanted out of life I really had no complaints. * sigh * He really was something though. I mean, I never could resist that smile, and the way he acted. He was always so controlled and calm, even when buildings were falling down around him.
I guess that's why I always gave him such a hard time, he was everything I wanted to be. Do you ever get that jealous feeling when you want what someone else had? Although, I don't think I wanted his life as much as I wanted to be a part of it. I never told him, and looking back on all those times we interacted, we never did really get along. Maybe it was a love hate relationship. Maybe I just kept my distance for fear of getting hurt. How can I compete with the ghost of his lost love? The name Julia stills haunts me. At least they're together now. I only wish it could have been me that held his heart. Now that he's gone, I guess it's a time for regrets. I guess I've been doing a lot of guessing with him gone. There's just an emptiness on this ship. I know Jet feels it too. Speaking of Jet, I haven't heard him for a while, I hope he's ok. With Ein and Ed gone, I'm the only one else he has, besides his bonsai trees.
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knock knock
"huh?"Faye lifts her head up from her journal. Something she bought a while back, thinking she'd never really have a use for it.
"Who's there?" she asked, setting down her pencil and extinguishing her cigarette.
"Jet. Who else would it be?" Faye got up and unlocked the door.
"What do you want?"
"Well, you've been in your room for a long time now an I was just checking to be sure you're ok. Besides I just wanted to tell you that I've made some bell peppers and beef, and I kind of made enough for two, and well.I figured you're probably hungry and all." Jet went on about having extra food and no one to share it with. Faye smiled, knowing how lonely he, especially since she had just been experiencing the same thing.
"Jet?"
"Yeah?"
"I'll join you for dinner."
"You will?" Jet put his hand behind his head, in almost a shy kind of way. A thoughtful and somewhat look passed over Faye's face as she pictured Spike doing the exact same thing. She quickly covered her sadness with a smile, not wanting to burden Jet with anymore emotional weight.
"Sure. I mean I have no other pressing engagements." She smiled warmly and followed Jet down the hall towards the kitchen. Her journal could wait until later, she would have plenty of time for that, but right now Jet needed her. Right now Jet needed a friend and...so did she. Journals can't talk back, although sometimes you don't need other people's opinions.
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Faye thought to herself about all the times she had walked into the little meeting room on the Bebop and found Spike sprawled on the couch and Jet perched on the counter watching Big Shot on the vid screen.
" Maybe it's time to move on." She thought to herself.
That night, after dinner, and after Jet had gone to his room to sleep, Faye found herself staring out into the starry void of space. I guess it's not a void if it's filled with stars. Faye stared out the window. Her memories reflecting on the glass, as the tears blurred her vision and sleep clouded her thoughts. The hum of the electronics and the distant breathing of Jet were the only noises.
"Goodbye Spike. I'll miss you." The picture of Spike she had been imagining in the glass gave her that sad smile as if to say "You know I have to go." Then it turned and walked into the nothingness that was space. It was just the way he had left, the last time she had seen him. But this time, it didn't feel quite so bad. She was quite so scared, because the worst was over, and the healing process could begin.
The first time I saw him I was working at a casino, not on my own freewill though. I was supposed to help a man get this special chip, and I'm still fuzzy on all the details. I played a simple part. I was to pose as one of the black jack dealers, and he was supposed to show up and lose everything and give me the last chip as a tip. The chip was important, I remember that much, and I expected the job to be easy, but when he showed up.let's just say he wasn't all I had expected. He was definitely more handsome than the picture said he would be, and definitely a lot brighter than I had expected, but none of that mattered when it came to the money. I mean, back then I'd have done anything for money, now I'm not so sure.
But, we all know how that part of the story went, I mean, nothing ever turned out exactly the way it was supposed to. At least after that incident I had a place to stay. Even if the Bebop was not what I wanted out of life I really had no complaints. * sigh * He really was something though. I mean, I never could resist that smile, and the way he acted. He was always so controlled and calm, even when buildings were falling down around him.
I guess that's why I always gave him such a hard time, he was everything I wanted to be. Do you ever get that jealous feeling when you want what someone else had? Although, I don't think I wanted his life as much as I wanted to be a part of it. I never told him, and looking back on all those times we interacted, we never did really get along. Maybe it was a love hate relationship. Maybe I just kept my distance for fear of getting hurt. How can I compete with the ghost of his lost love? The name Julia stills haunts me. At least they're together now. I only wish it could have been me that held his heart. Now that he's gone, I guess it's a time for regrets. I guess I've been doing a lot of guessing with him gone. There's just an emptiness on this ship. I know Jet feels it too. Speaking of Jet, I haven't heard him for a while, I hope he's ok. With Ein and Ed gone, I'm the only one else he has, besides his bonsai trees.
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knock knock
"huh?"Faye lifts her head up from her journal. Something she bought a while back, thinking she'd never really have a use for it.
"Who's there?" she asked, setting down her pencil and extinguishing her cigarette.
"Jet. Who else would it be?" Faye got up and unlocked the door.
"What do you want?"
"Well, you've been in your room for a long time now an I was just checking to be sure you're ok. Besides I just wanted to tell you that I've made some bell peppers and beef, and I kind of made enough for two, and well.I figured you're probably hungry and all." Jet went on about having extra food and no one to share it with. Faye smiled, knowing how lonely he, especially since she had just been experiencing the same thing.
"Jet?"
"Yeah?"
"I'll join you for dinner."
"You will?" Jet put his hand behind his head, in almost a shy kind of way. A thoughtful and somewhat look passed over Faye's face as she pictured Spike doing the exact same thing. She quickly covered her sadness with a smile, not wanting to burden Jet with anymore emotional weight.
"Sure. I mean I have no other pressing engagements." She smiled warmly and followed Jet down the hall towards the kitchen. Her journal could wait until later, she would have plenty of time for that, but right now Jet needed her. Right now Jet needed a friend and...so did she. Journals can't talk back, although sometimes you don't need other people's opinions.
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Faye thought to herself about all the times she had walked into the little meeting room on the Bebop and found Spike sprawled on the couch and Jet perched on the counter watching Big Shot on the vid screen.
" Maybe it's time to move on." She thought to herself.
That night, after dinner, and after Jet had gone to his room to sleep, Faye found herself staring out into the starry void of space. I guess it's not a void if it's filled with stars. Faye stared out the window. Her memories reflecting on the glass, as the tears blurred her vision and sleep clouded her thoughts. The hum of the electronics and the distant breathing of Jet were the only noises.
"Goodbye Spike. I'll miss you." The picture of Spike she had been imagining in the glass gave her that sad smile as if to say "You know I have to go." Then it turned and walked into the nothingness that was space. It was just the way he had left, the last time she had seen him. But this time, it didn't feel quite so bad. She was quite so scared, because the worst was over, and the healing process could begin.