Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from Cowboy Bebop. -_- Unfortunately. All my
creations are mine. And the songs that aren't mine aren't. 'Nuff said.
Author's Note: Continuing! Wow! ^.^ Alright. Tell me how you like it NOW! Hopefully it's better than I think it is. X_X I just love Faye so much.. And Faye with SPIKE is even BETTER! XD By the way, I don't know what significance the ceiling fan plays yet, but.. *shrugs* It seemed like a good idea at the time. Sorry to advertise, but check out my other fics! XD Much thanks!
P.S. Like all my other fics, best viewed in little font! ^.^
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Chapter 1: Crashed
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"And you don't wanna be here in the future.
So you say the present's just a pleasant interruption to the past..
And you don't wanna look much closer.
Cuz' you're afraid to find out all the hope you had sent into the sky.
By now had crashed..."
-"Konstantine" by Something Corporate
---
He hadn't expected to find her.
Not drunk, anyways.
Spike Spiegel coolly walked down empty streets with a cigarette between his lips. Although the streets themselves seemed to be alive with neon lights, not many people except couples roamed the area. He dismissed the thought. He'd been humming a song he had heard a few days ago, until he noticed a bench not but 5 feet away from him, and on it was some one who seemed to be drunk, or passed out.
He watched as a royal purple bottle fell to the ground, smashing itself into a hundred glass pieces.
It was Faye!
He eyed her curiously as she moaned in misery. She looked at him. Although it felt like she looked *past* him. It wasn't like Faye to just get drunk in the middle of the streets like this, he thought. And even if she did get drunk on the streets, she would've never let him find her. She had too much pride for that. Spike watched as Faye's eyelids slowly got heavier, and closed. He sighed and shook his head. He picked her up, and slung her over his shoulder as he threw the cigarette to the ground.
---
The Bebop hadn't been very far away, and Faye wasn't heavy at all, so Spike wasn't the least worn out by the time he reached his destination. He walked inside and carried Faye to her room. He carefully laid her on the bed, hoping he wouldn't wake her up, because who knows what she would be complaining about then.
Women.
He pulled the covers and tucked her in, surprising himself at the fact that he did. He pulled up a chair beside her, and held his head in his right hand, his elbow resting on his knee. When Faye Valentine was asleep, she wasn't half as irritating as she was awake. She looked quite peaceful. Spike shrugged. She'll be alright for tonight, he thought. He then got up, opened the door, and with one last look at Faye, he walked out the door, leaving Faye alone with her dreams to keep her company.
---
Spike threw himself onto the couch. He picked up a cigarette, and lit it, throwing the lighter back on the table with a soft toss. He laid there on his back for a while, staring up at the ceiling fan as it transformed into a memory..
**
It had been a rainy afternoon, the sun overpowered by groups of grey, smokey clouds. He'd been inside in his apartment, watching the ceiling fan spin and spin. The room had turned into a tinted shade of a hazy, dull blue. Just like his attitude. The room was silent, except the movement of his fan. He watched as cigarette smoke floated across the room, adding to the dreary setting.
A single, soft knock came at the door.
Spike sat up, his body hunched over himself. He looked at the door, already knowing who was on the other side. He put the cigarette out in a nearby ash tray.
"Come in." The door slide open as he saw a flash of dripping, golden hair, partially veiled by the hood of a heavy, white sweater. Julia ___ walked in, quietly shutting the stiff door behind her.
"Hey there." She grinned, and ran to him, hugging him from behind, kissing softly at the back of his neck. He couldn't help but feel his lips turn into a small smile.
"I missed you too." He put his hand on hers, and she rocked him from side to side as she explained the details of her busy week. While she talked, he sneaked a look up at the fan.
It had stopped spinning.
**
And after that one thought, his head was flooded with old memories of what had happened in his past. He lost track of time as he sat there and recollected bits and pieces of a life he thought he had abandoned and settled years before. He shook his head and laughed bitterly. If only she could see him now, still so in love and intrigued by a woman who had left him years and years ago. Spike didn't sit up as he heard a pair of footsteps come down the staircase.
"Spike?" Spike turned to see a half-awake Jet, rubbing his eyes and scratching his side as he went to the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee. Spike looked out a nearby window, and found that while he had been reminiscing, the sun had come up.
The sun glowed a glorious myriad of yellow, orange, and red. The colors inundated the sky, and shone like a single flame burning in a field of black coal.
"Have you been up all night?" Jet sat down on a stool, sipping away at extremely bitter coffee that tasted nothing like the real stuff, but would have to do for now.
"Yeah."
"Did Faye come back?"
"You could say that." Jet arched an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" Spike took a long drag of his cigarette before he answered.
"I found her passed out." Jet shrugged
"So?"
"On the street." Jet blinked.
"Really."
"Yeah." Jet finished the rest of the coffee in a big gulp, and washed the mug, then putting it aside to dry.
"She alright?" He asked as he walked up the stairs, yawning.
"Yeah."
"Ok." And Spike heard Jet shut the bathroom door. He put out his cigarette, and looked at the ceiling fan.
It had stopped spinning.
Author's Note: Continuing! Wow! ^.^ Alright. Tell me how you like it NOW! Hopefully it's better than I think it is. X_X I just love Faye so much.. And Faye with SPIKE is even BETTER! XD By the way, I don't know what significance the ceiling fan plays yet, but.. *shrugs* It seemed like a good idea at the time. Sorry to advertise, but check out my other fics! XD Much thanks!
P.S. Like all my other fics, best viewed in little font! ^.^
*******
Chapter 1: Crashed
*******
"And you don't wanna be here in the future.
So you say the present's just a pleasant interruption to the past..
And you don't wanna look much closer.
Cuz' you're afraid to find out all the hope you had sent into the sky.
By now had crashed..."
-"Konstantine" by Something Corporate
---
He hadn't expected to find her.
Not drunk, anyways.
Spike Spiegel coolly walked down empty streets with a cigarette between his lips. Although the streets themselves seemed to be alive with neon lights, not many people except couples roamed the area. He dismissed the thought. He'd been humming a song he had heard a few days ago, until he noticed a bench not but 5 feet away from him, and on it was some one who seemed to be drunk, or passed out.
He watched as a royal purple bottle fell to the ground, smashing itself into a hundred glass pieces.
It was Faye!
He eyed her curiously as she moaned in misery. She looked at him. Although it felt like she looked *past* him. It wasn't like Faye to just get drunk in the middle of the streets like this, he thought. And even if she did get drunk on the streets, she would've never let him find her. She had too much pride for that. Spike watched as Faye's eyelids slowly got heavier, and closed. He sighed and shook his head. He picked her up, and slung her over his shoulder as he threw the cigarette to the ground.
---
The Bebop hadn't been very far away, and Faye wasn't heavy at all, so Spike wasn't the least worn out by the time he reached his destination. He walked inside and carried Faye to her room. He carefully laid her on the bed, hoping he wouldn't wake her up, because who knows what she would be complaining about then.
Women.
He pulled the covers and tucked her in, surprising himself at the fact that he did. He pulled up a chair beside her, and held his head in his right hand, his elbow resting on his knee. When Faye Valentine was asleep, she wasn't half as irritating as she was awake. She looked quite peaceful. Spike shrugged. She'll be alright for tonight, he thought. He then got up, opened the door, and with one last look at Faye, he walked out the door, leaving Faye alone with her dreams to keep her company.
---
Spike threw himself onto the couch. He picked up a cigarette, and lit it, throwing the lighter back on the table with a soft toss. He laid there on his back for a while, staring up at the ceiling fan as it transformed into a memory..
**
It had been a rainy afternoon, the sun overpowered by groups of grey, smokey clouds. He'd been inside in his apartment, watching the ceiling fan spin and spin. The room had turned into a tinted shade of a hazy, dull blue. Just like his attitude. The room was silent, except the movement of his fan. He watched as cigarette smoke floated across the room, adding to the dreary setting.
A single, soft knock came at the door.
Spike sat up, his body hunched over himself. He looked at the door, already knowing who was on the other side. He put the cigarette out in a nearby ash tray.
"Come in." The door slide open as he saw a flash of dripping, golden hair, partially veiled by the hood of a heavy, white sweater. Julia ___ walked in, quietly shutting the stiff door behind her.
"Hey there." She grinned, and ran to him, hugging him from behind, kissing softly at the back of his neck. He couldn't help but feel his lips turn into a small smile.
"I missed you too." He put his hand on hers, and she rocked him from side to side as she explained the details of her busy week. While she talked, he sneaked a look up at the fan.
It had stopped spinning.
**
And after that one thought, his head was flooded with old memories of what had happened in his past. He lost track of time as he sat there and recollected bits and pieces of a life he thought he had abandoned and settled years before. He shook his head and laughed bitterly. If only she could see him now, still so in love and intrigued by a woman who had left him years and years ago. Spike didn't sit up as he heard a pair of footsteps come down the staircase.
"Spike?" Spike turned to see a half-awake Jet, rubbing his eyes and scratching his side as he went to the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee. Spike looked out a nearby window, and found that while he had been reminiscing, the sun had come up.
The sun glowed a glorious myriad of yellow, orange, and red. The colors inundated the sky, and shone like a single flame burning in a field of black coal.
"Have you been up all night?" Jet sat down on a stool, sipping away at extremely bitter coffee that tasted nothing like the real stuff, but would have to do for now.
"Yeah."
"Did Faye come back?"
"You could say that." Jet arched an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" Spike took a long drag of his cigarette before he answered.
"I found her passed out." Jet shrugged
"So?"
"On the street." Jet blinked.
"Really."
"Yeah." Jet finished the rest of the coffee in a big gulp, and washed the mug, then putting it aside to dry.
"She alright?" He asked as he walked up the stairs, yawning.
"Yeah."
"Ok." And Spike heard Jet shut the bathroom door. He put out his cigarette, and looked at the ceiling fan.
It had stopped spinning.
