A muffled sound was coming from Faye's room aboard the ship, Bebop. Spike
heard it, barely, above the sound of his shoes clicking against the metal
floor. A sort of soft whimpering, the kind Ein made when begging for food.
Spike decided to investigate and rapped softly on the door. He heard a
quick intake of breath before Faye muttered, "What do you want?" Harshly,
it's echo fading down the corridor.
Spike replied harshly, "Open the damn door, I want to talk to you."
He heard the soft footsteps that came with walking around in slippers and
the soft click of the lock turning before she opened the door a crack.
"Talk, or leave." She whispered her voice hoarse, "And hurry up."
"Can I come in?" He asked, he was holding a pile of sheets and some
of her clothes, the real reason he'd even bothered going by her room, well
until he had heard her sniffling, she wasn't the kind to cry.
"No," She said, starting to close the door on him. He stuck one foot
in, keeping the door open and trying to squeeze through the crack.
In the end he pushed his way in, threw the laundry on the bed, and sat
down. "Here's your laundry, now are you gonna tip me or what?" He asked
grinning stupidly.
"Will you leave me alone?" She asked her voice soft and tired.
"That depends," he said leaning back, one of his hands landed in a
wet spot on the bed, "EWW! Gross, what is that?"
Faye looked at him; "I spilled a glass of water, so sue me." She
said, glancing to one side. Her mascara had run and her eyes were bright
red, proof that she had been crying. She walked to her dresser and picked
up a bottle. Opening it she sent two pills rocketing out in little
capsules, she held them in her palm, picked up a half empty glass of water,
and took a swig before popping the pills into her mouth and swallowing. She
turned around and faced him, "So?"
He looked at her, "What kind of medication is that?" he asked softly.
She looked at him as though thinking about it then crossed the room
to him, "Sleeping pills, I can't sleep." She answered drowsily before
falling into his arms in a half sleep. She curled into his body as he
picked her up and carried her down to his bedroom, putting his blanket
around her, his eyebrows tight in concern for her safety. He went back to
her room and set to work making her bed and folding clothes. When he
finished, he set the folded clothes down in neat piles before wandering
over to her dresser and picking up the container of sleeping pills. He
pocketed it and went to check on her.
She was tossing and turning, muttering in her sleep. He reached down
to get her to stay still. Holding her arms to her sides and stroking her
hair away from her face. Once he was satisfied that she'd stopped twitching
he let go and threw the bottle of pills into one of his drawers. Then he
went out to the living room window and sat down in front of it. Looking out
he lit a cigarette and looked to space, blowing smoke out his nose. It was
so.lost, here in space, everything looking the same in every direction,
Venus nothing but a blue sphere so much like the other stars. He leaned
back and closed his eyes, listening to sounds of the old ship. The heating
systems starting and stopping, pieces of metal and rock hitting the ship
and bouncing off, back to space, and the silence that is not silent. It was
nice to finally be alone, without anyone bothering him. He could finally
feel serene, as though no one could touch him. He could also hear Faye,
muttering in artificial sleep. Faye, he thought worrying about her, why are
you doing this to yourself, last week you were depressed, this week you
don't even come out of your room, you haven't eaten in days, and now you're
drugged up on sleeping pills, I don't get it, why? If only I knew you,
really knew you, but you distanced your self, he thought, please, stop it,
I don't want you to hurt yourself. He heard her again, muffled words,
surprisingly loud. He got up and went back his room, she was muttering
something, and it sounded like an incantation of some sort, only in another
language. He held body down, watching her face, trying to figure out what
she was saying. It sounded ancient and harsh, but at the same time natural,
she spoke with a confidence, clear and loud, not murmuring anymore. She
pulled him close and screamed the last word into his vest before falling
silent and sleeping peacefully it seemed, but when he tried to uncurl her
fingers from his jacket she pulled him closer until he was stuck next to
her, her arms encircling his upper torso. He frowned knowing she was going
to scream a lung out if he didn't get off the bed before she woke up, But
finding no conclusion he lay there and closed his eyes to sleep drifting
off sooner than he'd expected. He heard her breath going in and out and
that became his lullaby. Soon he was asleep.
Chapter two
Her eyes opened slightly, her head on someone's chest; she could hear the heart beating in a slow rhythmic pattern. The fabric of the shirt was pale yellow in color and soft. She didn't want to wake up, but felt oddly cleansed as she struggled to remember what had happened last night. Only the image of Spike carrying laundry came to mind. Spike? She thought, rubbing her eyes, how can we be so alike, but at the same time be so far apart? She wondered as he rolled to face her, in the act she caught the scent of his cologne. She lay her head on the pillow and looked into his face, everything smooth, flawless, almost like some type of god.She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. After a few minutes she moved the arm he'd draped over her waist sometime during the night onto the side of his bed, then she crept back to her room. In one corner were the old sheets, which he must have switched during the night, on the bed was a pile of folded clothing which were obviously hers. She thanked him silently, opened dresser drawer full of bottles of medication, and went through the same process she'd gone through last night before getting on her bed. She didn't even bother going under the covers and had fallen fast asleep within ten minutes.
Chapter 3
Shadows, unnatural shadows, and a dark presence, she could sense it, or them, no, it, she was definent. It was only one presence. What, what is it? She thought, probing deeper into this unbearable darkness. She could hear her breath, it seemed to be too loud, but there were no other sounds. It was impossible to see in the darkness that surrounded her. She defiantly didn't want to lick the damp wall. She could smell the wetness, and something else, something so familiar that she couldn't place it, but what was this sense telling her of a danger to close to her. She moved forward and let out a small yelp as a fiery white-hot pain shot through her foot. Quickly she murmured a quick incantation of healing, gathering the pale blue light in her hands and holding it steady over her and letting it run down, then continuing, searching for a weapon of some sort, "Damn, where's my gun?" She muttered to no one in particular. Suddenly her hands met metal and closed around it. Two silver scimitars glowed in her hands, one an earthy green, the other a let of a blue that resembled the moons halo, she felt them vibrate with anticipation, and she felt their excitement spreading through her. She heard soft footsteps behind her, she continued to walk, speeding up a little, the steps behind her sped up as well. She stopped and turned to face her opponent, ready to fight should she have to. The person behind her hadn't stopped and was quickly closing the space between them. She waited, shifting her weight from one side to the other every now and then. She licked her lips nervously before calling out, "Who is there? What do you want?"
Chapter 4
"Faye, wake up." Spike said softly, wishing he didn't have to, she didn't look peaceful, but if this really was true sleep, well he knew how hard it was to get true sleep to come. Moreover, Faye had been a train wreck lately; maybe this would help somewhat. He closed his eyes, not ready to wake her, when she started the scream again, he pulled her to him, holding her head to his chest and feeling her latch herself to him. He wrapped his arms around her hearing her finish the incantation, then feeling her go limp in his arms. He laid her down gently before leaving; slamming the door for good measure before shrugging as Jet glanced at him from the kitchen. "She won't eat, could bring her meal there and try to get her to eat, but I don't think she would anyway." Spike said grabbing a bowl of cold porridge and slurping noisily. He propped his feet on the table and leaned back in his chair. Jet straddled the seat across the table and eating some porridge. Ed and Ein were eating on the floor from Ein's dog bowl into which Ed had graciously, dumped the contents of her bowl, which lay a few feet away upturned on the floor. "Is it really bothering you that much?" Jet asked, eyeing Spike as though he was crazy. "No!" Spike said quickly, "She's just, well I'm worried about her." He said softly, slurping up the rest of the grotesque mush, he was eating. "Whatever you say." Jet said, clearing the bowl Spike had thrown back to the table, "If you're so worried, go and try to get her to eat." He finished, passing Spike another bowl of porridge and a "clean" spoon. "Maybe I will!" Spike said grabbing the bowl of porridge and spoon and going back to Faye's room.
Chapter 5
Come on Faye, I know you are stronger than this, Spike thought, slamming the drawer of pill bottles closed in disgust, and sorrow. He could understand one bottle of sleeping pills, but multiple jars of medication, at least twenty-five, for various things. Lithium, Caffeine, and Ritalin, among other things, the bottles weren't even hidden, it was sick. He saw her shift her position at the sound, he saw her open one of her emerald green eyes and look at him. However, the look was unfocused, not seeing, but more so looking through him, at the door. She pushed herself up and brushed past him through the door into the bathroom, he heard drawers opening, then being slammed shut, and he crossed to her bed and sat down to wait for her. When she returned one arm had blood slowly dripping into her hand and onto her fingers, She didn't even look like she had noticed anything, She crawled onto her bed, around Spike, and laid her head down softly. Her breathing slow, like that of someone who was in a deep coma, as though she hadn't even moved from the spot she huddled in now, a line of blood across the sheets now. Spike blanched at the site and rose to go speak to Jet about her.
Chapter 6
Jet followed a bewildered Spike back to Faye's bedroom, Spike let himself in motioning for the older man to follow. Jet let his eyes roam the room, settling on Faye's sleeping body, her chest rising in falling in a soft motion. She looked peaceful, he thought, "So what's wrong?" He asked Spike. Spike pulled her wrist out from her body and held it out for him to see, his eyes sad, but hard, the false eye, distant. As though he didn't want to see the cuts marring her pale white skin, the color that comes from being in space to long. Jet drew in his breath, "What the hell."he muttered under his breath, then to Spike, "When did she do this, Spike? Tell me now!" He said, a passion rarely heard from the grisly man, now occupied his voice. Spike looked down, hardening his eyes so as not to cry. "Tell me, Spike, if you know what's good for her tell me now. God damn it." "A few minutes ago, in the bathroom." He whispered, getting up, "there's this, too." He turned, "You'll take good care of her, right?" He asked, uneasily. Jet nodded curtly, "I'll do my best, it isn't deep-, so she should be alright.I hope." "Good, I'll be back later." Spike said closing the door of Faye's room behind him. His shoes were the only sound as he walked through the halls, to his personal ship, the Swordfish II, and beside it the Red Tail, Faye's ship, gleaming bright red. As polished as a CEO's shoe. He ran a hand through his puffy green hair and sighed, opening the hatch doors, he got into his ship and took off, out into that vast dismal land with no real direction at all. Everything spinning around him as he let the tears that he'd held in drip down his face and onto his yellow shirt. His blue jacket lay somewhere on the bebop, but for now he didn't worry, Venus was a few hours away, he'd go there, then meet the bebop at Mars, that's where the bebop was headed. Jet would stick to that path.
A/n- Standard Disclaimer- Hope you enjoyed this, I will update this more, but only when I get the chance.
Chapter two
Her eyes opened slightly, her head on someone's chest; she could hear the heart beating in a slow rhythmic pattern. The fabric of the shirt was pale yellow in color and soft. She didn't want to wake up, but felt oddly cleansed as she struggled to remember what had happened last night. Only the image of Spike carrying laundry came to mind. Spike? She thought, rubbing her eyes, how can we be so alike, but at the same time be so far apart? She wondered as he rolled to face her, in the act she caught the scent of his cologne. She lay her head on the pillow and looked into his face, everything smooth, flawless, almost like some type of god.She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. After a few minutes she moved the arm he'd draped over her waist sometime during the night onto the side of his bed, then she crept back to her room. In one corner were the old sheets, which he must have switched during the night, on the bed was a pile of folded clothing which were obviously hers. She thanked him silently, opened dresser drawer full of bottles of medication, and went through the same process she'd gone through last night before getting on her bed. She didn't even bother going under the covers and had fallen fast asleep within ten minutes.
Chapter 3
Shadows, unnatural shadows, and a dark presence, she could sense it, or them, no, it, she was definent. It was only one presence. What, what is it? She thought, probing deeper into this unbearable darkness. She could hear her breath, it seemed to be too loud, but there were no other sounds. It was impossible to see in the darkness that surrounded her. She defiantly didn't want to lick the damp wall. She could smell the wetness, and something else, something so familiar that she couldn't place it, but what was this sense telling her of a danger to close to her. She moved forward and let out a small yelp as a fiery white-hot pain shot through her foot. Quickly she murmured a quick incantation of healing, gathering the pale blue light in her hands and holding it steady over her and letting it run down, then continuing, searching for a weapon of some sort, "Damn, where's my gun?" She muttered to no one in particular. Suddenly her hands met metal and closed around it. Two silver scimitars glowed in her hands, one an earthy green, the other a let of a blue that resembled the moons halo, she felt them vibrate with anticipation, and she felt their excitement spreading through her. She heard soft footsteps behind her, she continued to walk, speeding up a little, the steps behind her sped up as well. She stopped and turned to face her opponent, ready to fight should she have to. The person behind her hadn't stopped and was quickly closing the space between them. She waited, shifting her weight from one side to the other every now and then. She licked her lips nervously before calling out, "Who is there? What do you want?"
Chapter 4
"Faye, wake up." Spike said softly, wishing he didn't have to, she didn't look peaceful, but if this really was true sleep, well he knew how hard it was to get true sleep to come. Moreover, Faye had been a train wreck lately; maybe this would help somewhat. He closed his eyes, not ready to wake her, when she started the scream again, he pulled her to him, holding her head to his chest and feeling her latch herself to him. He wrapped his arms around her hearing her finish the incantation, then feeling her go limp in his arms. He laid her down gently before leaving; slamming the door for good measure before shrugging as Jet glanced at him from the kitchen. "She won't eat, could bring her meal there and try to get her to eat, but I don't think she would anyway." Spike said grabbing a bowl of cold porridge and slurping noisily. He propped his feet on the table and leaned back in his chair. Jet straddled the seat across the table and eating some porridge. Ed and Ein were eating on the floor from Ein's dog bowl into which Ed had graciously, dumped the contents of her bowl, which lay a few feet away upturned on the floor. "Is it really bothering you that much?" Jet asked, eyeing Spike as though he was crazy. "No!" Spike said quickly, "She's just, well I'm worried about her." He said softly, slurping up the rest of the grotesque mush, he was eating. "Whatever you say." Jet said, clearing the bowl Spike had thrown back to the table, "If you're so worried, go and try to get her to eat." He finished, passing Spike another bowl of porridge and a "clean" spoon. "Maybe I will!" Spike said grabbing the bowl of porridge and spoon and going back to Faye's room.
Chapter 5
Come on Faye, I know you are stronger than this, Spike thought, slamming the drawer of pill bottles closed in disgust, and sorrow. He could understand one bottle of sleeping pills, but multiple jars of medication, at least twenty-five, for various things. Lithium, Caffeine, and Ritalin, among other things, the bottles weren't even hidden, it was sick. He saw her shift her position at the sound, he saw her open one of her emerald green eyes and look at him. However, the look was unfocused, not seeing, but more so looking through him, at the door. She pushed herself up and brushed past him through the door into the bathroom, he heard drawers opening, then being slammed shut, and he crossed to her bed and sat down to wait for her. When she returned one arm had blood slowly dripping into her hand and onto her fingers, She didn't even look like she had noticed anything, She crawled onto her bed, around Spike, and laid her head down softly. Her breathing slow, like that of someone who was in a deep coma, as though she hadn't even moved from the spot she huddled in now, a line of blood across the sheets now. Spike blanched at the site and rose to go speak to Jet about her.
Chapter 6
Jet followed a bewildered Spike back to Faye's bedroom, Spike let himself in motioning for the older man to follow. Jet let his eyes roam the room, settling on Faye's sleeping body, her chest rising in falling in a soft motion. She looked peaceful, he thought, "So what's wrong?" He asked Spike. Spike pulled her wrist out from her body and held it out for him to see, his eyes sad, but hard, the false eye, distant. As though he didn't want to see the cuts marring her pale white skin, the color that comes from being in space to long. Jet drew in his breath, "What the hell."he muttered under his breath, then to Spike, "When did she do this, Spike? Tell me now!" He said, a passion rarely heard from the grisly man, now occupied his voice. Spike looked down, hardening his eyes so as not to cry. "Tell me, Spike, if you know what's good for her tell me now. God damn it." "A few minutes ago, in the bathroom." He whispered, getting up, "there's this, too." He turned, "You'll take good care of her, right?" He asked, uneasily. Jet nodded curtly, "I'll do my best, it isn't deep-, so she should be alright.I hope." "Good, I'll be back later." Spike said closing the door of Faye's room behind him. His shoes were the only sound as he walked through the halls, to his personal ship, the Swordfish II, and beside it the Red Tail, Faye's ship, gleaming bright red. As polished as a CEO's shoe. He ran a hand through his puffy green hair and sighed, opening the hatch doors, he got into his ship and took off, out into that vast dismal land with no real direction at all. Everything spinning around him as he let the tears that he'd held in drip down his face and onto his yellow shirt. His blue jacket lay somewhere on the bebop, but for now he didn't worry, Venus was a few hours away, he'd go there, then meet the bebop at Mars, that's where the bebop was headed. Jet would stick to that path.
A/n- Standard Disclaimer- Hope you enjoyed this, I will update this more, but only when I get the chance.