Chapter 7-
"Cowboys don't cry, huh?" "Shut up, Spike!" "Why do I bother, its not like you listen anyway." "What's wrong?" "Oh! You're nothing but an insolent child!" "Can't you just.Leave me alone?" "Spike.Why do you do things like this? Your going to get yourself killed one day!" "You're not a cat, for Christ's sake!" "Spike, can't you leave me alone?" "Sleeping pills, I can't sleep.." Oh Faye, you are such an idiot, what is happening now? I wish I could go back, find out how your doing, Spike thought, drowning himself in his drink, tears splashing into the glass, "Cowboys don't cry, huh?" "Cowboys don't cry, yeah, that's right, Faye." "So you don't cry?" "No, I don't cry." "What about when you left Julia? When you found out she was beaten?" "I wasn't a cowboy back then.." "So you cried?" "No, yes, both, I guess." "How can you cry, but then not cry?" "Shut up! Faye, can't you just mind your own damn business?" "Spike, can't you leave me alone?" Sorry, I'm so sorry, Faye. I knew this would come someday, one day. "Tell me, Spike, if you know what's good for her tell me now. God damn it." "it isn't deep-, so she should be alright.I hope." We all care so much about you, Jet, Ed, Ein, and.. Even me. You will be fine; we will all be fine. Spike leaned back staring at the people in the club, he had hoped the clubs of Venus would distract him. The loud music, unlimited alcohol, and scantily clad women crawling all over the place. All this did was remind him of the problems at hand, and now he was much too drunk to fly back. God help me, he thought stumbling out of the bar and walking down the street to a nearby hotel. He got a room and lay down to attempt sleep. He spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable.
Chapter 8-
"Faye, how are you feeling?" Jet asked seeing her sit up, she turned at his voice. "Why am I out here?" She asked blinking. "I had to keep an eye on you, Spik-" "Spike.Keep an eye on me? Why? I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself!" She stated huffily. "He found you in your room with cuts on your arm.He was worried, Is that so wrong?" Jet said, not looking her in the eye, "We were all worried." He walked out of the kitchen and sat beside her on the couch. "Cuts, if I have some he was probably the cause of them!" She looked him square in the eye. "I don't think so, He was going crazy when he saw you, he came and got me, then left." Jet said sadly, he took her hands in his. "He wouldn't do that, he wouldn't cut you, Faye, you did it. yourself." "Oh so now your saying I'm crazy? Is that it? I'm a psycho?" She ranted, ripping her hands from Jet's gentle grasp. He pulled her close and hugged her tight, allowing a few tears to fall from his eyes. "No, Faye. We just worry, you don't have to keep doing this, the medicine, the knives, we don't know why you're doing this, we just want you to stop it, stop being so stupid!" "Jet, just leave me.. Leave me alone!" She screamed pulling out of his fatherly embrace, Tears streaking down her face again, she barred her teeth at him, "I don't want your pity, I don't want anyone's pity!" "Faye, it's not pity, I wish you'd understand, this is love." Jet whispered, but she'd already stormed out of the hall to her room.
Chapter 9-
Faye thew herself onto the bed in her room, allowing the tears to take over her whole being, Sobs raked her body, taking energy out of her. When she finally felt as though she had no water left to cry with she closed her eyes and rested. Spike's face haunted her dreams, a stranger with whom she shared a similar life, always running with no chance for rest, but that was the way of this business. Stranger, heh, I suppose I could call him that, but the truth is, he isn't a stranger, I'm the stranger. "Cowboys don't cry, huh?" "No they can't, they don't have time to cry." "Are you a cowboy, Spike?" "I guess so. Yeah, just an old fashioned cowboy." "So you don't cry?" "No, well, yes too, why?" "Why? What about when Julia?" "No! Shut up, Faye! You don't know what you're getting into." "I was just asking, can't you just answer my questions?" "Mind your own business! Do that and leave me the fuck alone!" "Fine, bye." "Good riddance!" It's funny, that happened a few weeks ago, but now it feels like months, maybe even years. "ED!" She shouted into the hallway. "Edward is on her way! Be right there!" Faye settled back on her bed and waited, lighting one of her cigarettes. Somewhere down the hall, she could hear Ed bumping around before she pounced into Faye's room, "What does Faye-Faye want of Edward now? Hmmm?" "Where'd you put the tracker for Spikes ship?" Faye asked, to tired to care that Ed still called her Faye-Faye. "Hmmm.Ed having trouble remembering, perhaps if Faye-Faye tell Ed why She wants Spike-persons tracking thing Ed will remember!" "Please Ed? Just tell me." Faye asked, taking a drag. Ed pouted then left and came back in a few minutes holding the tracker in her left hand; Spikes gun in her other hand. "Here, you go, bring Lunkhead Spike-person his gun! See! Ed is a genius! I figured it out!" "Thank you Ed." Faye said, giving Ed a hug. "You are a genius." "Yay! Faye-Faye agreed!" Ed shouted and slipped out of Faye's arms before jumping onto her bed. "Faye-Faye come back to Ed, right?" Ed asked. Faye nodded and grabbed her gun before leaving her room to Ed. She strode down the hall and hopped into the Red tail, still brightly polished from three weeks ago, and she had not taken it out since then, so it did make sense. She opened the hatch doors and took of f turning on the tracker she set a course toward his ship, leaning back she closed her eyes and let the ship do it's work.
Chapter 10-
My head, it hurts, stupid alcohol, stupid Faye! If you would just take better care of yourself then we wouldn't have to worry about you so much, but you go and do the stupidest things humanly possible. You are an idiot, and yet I still bother myself with caring for you! Why am I so stupid? I do things that are driving me crazy, and for no real reason! Miserable Bitch, that is what you are! Oh Faye.. I wish you would stop this, you are gonna get yourself killed one of these days and you don't care at all, do you? "Spike.Why do you do things like this? Your going to get yourself killed one day!" "Do what?" Spike asked with his casual lopsided grin, a cigarette dangling from the side of his mouth. "This, finding trouble, then provoking it more than it already is." Faye replied, poking her fingers on the cuts he had received earlier. "Oww! Hey! I don't look for it, the trouble finds me then provokes me, I'm the victim, now stop poking me!" Spike shouts, batting Faye's hand away from his injured leg. "There's a bullet in here, unless you wish to die from lead poisoning I suggest you let me pull it out." Faye snapped back, catching Spike by surprise. "Huh?" "You're not a cat you know." "What are you talking about now?" "You don't have nine lives, although at times it seems like you have many more than that." "Oh please, god spare me from an unending-Faye Valentine Lecture!" Spike exclaimed, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling. "It's true, you know? One day this'll catch up to you, the way your living." "Oh, so you're talking about your debts as well? That will happen to you soon, the way you take forever to pay debts I would not be surprised if they hired an assassin to deal with you! Everyone beware, the infamous Faye Valentine is on the streets looking for dough!" Spike laughed loudly. "That's not funny, Spike!" Faye said, ramming her fingers deeper into his leg, making him cry out in pain. "Got it!" She said standing, she threw it into his hands, "You may want to clean that now, maybe slow the blood. I think it'd be a good idea." She slammed her bedroom door behind her. She was right though, it is catching up to me, I wonder when it'll catch up to her. Spikes thought turning over, there are too many thoughts controlling themselves for me to think my own. To many memories of her, and our ritual sparring, to many warring memories fighting for me to agree with them. Damn her. He shoved a pillow onto his head as though trying to shut out her voice, but it was only thoughts that plagued him, he could not keep them out. They had been in there since the beginning. Faye..
Chapter 11-
"Hmm." Faye woke groggily, feeling her ship descending to the surface of Venus, fifteen hours to Mars, which was the Bebop's true destination, She heard a loud, annoying beeping sound, Spikes tracker. I cannot believe you would care. After all, you are the Spike Spiegel, annoying, Spike pain in my fucking ass Spiegel. You do not care about anyone but Julia, stupid bitch that she is. All quiet and form fitting to any man she likes. You are trapped in the past, even if you say you are not, Spike. Faye thought, stretching out tired muscles. She retied the front of her jacket and pulled her stockings up, then took the controls, zooming over the heads of buildings and looking for ships. Within a half-hour, she had found his ship with the help of the tracker and her keen eyesight. She parked the Red tail near his ship and sat there, peering into the darkness, but to no avail.
Chapter 12-
Six and a half hours later she stepped out and walked down the street, She went into a few bars and got rather drunk, all the while watching out for a dead drunken Spike. Success never came and she returned to her ship soon afterward, leaning against its side and smoking a cigarette. She heard the clicking of a familiar set of shoes, followed by a long lanky arm holding a high forehead under a poofy, green Afro. Spike! She thought, her heart catching in her throat, as his entire form became visible. She pressed herself harder against the ship, trying to keep from running over and hugging him. "Hi, Spike." She whispered, her voice, already hoarse, cracking. He looked up, then drew back as she met his eyes, "Faye.What are you doing here?" He asked confused. My god, she looks like she used to again, angry. She saw his eyes begin to well with water, "What's wrong?" She asked crossly. "You're you again! You are Faye." He said, disbelief clouding his voice. She looked confused, so he went on, "For the past two weeks or so you have been someone else, someone weak, doing things Faye wouldn't do." He gave a weak smile. "Oh." Was all she said, she opened the cockpit of her ship, she reached down the side of the seat and pulled out a gun, the light from a nearby lamp reflecting off it, "You left this on the Bebop. Ed told me to bring it to you." She tossed it to him. He looked down at it stupidly before sighing, "I'm sorry, Faye, but this is in your best interest." He said, pulling some handcuffs from his belt, He latched one on his wrist and the other on hers, she looked down at the cuffs and stared for a long moment. "I don't want you to hurt yourself." "You've been drinking." She said, leaning into him and smelling his clothing, sure enough there was the distinct smell of alcohol on his clothing. "So?" He said dragging her down the street. "You have bad judgement! That's 'so'!" She screeched at him before puling back her free arm and slapping him hard across the face. A large welt appeared within seconds. He brought his hand to his cheek where she'd slapped him, "I guess I deserved that." He whispered, turning his eyes toward the ground to avoid meeting the fire in her emerald eyes. "No matter, I will take care of you, I don't want you to kill yourself. We're going to my hotel room, I need to take a shower and you need to sleep." He said before falling quiet. She knew that it would be of no use to say no to him now, he was intoxicated and his mind made up, there was no arguing now. Later, though, later she would have it her way.
Chapter 13-
God, why'd I do that? Now she's gonna kill me. Spike thought hooking her to the heavy metal posts of the bed, in fact, why she let me do this at all is so confusing! "Sleep well, Faye." He said turning to leave and take a shower, he smelled like beer and knew it. He pulled his clothes off, and, with a towel wrapped around his waist, went to the small washing machine and threw his clothes and some soap in with them before retreating to the warm comforting water of the shower. He washed quickly then spent a few more minutes standing there, until the water became cold, then left. He wrapped towel around his waist and lay down on the couch in the small motel room, just like home, he thought randomly, then laughed, he'd thought of the Bebop as home. He had not thought that about anywhere else he had lived. He had certainly never thought the Bebop would become something even close to home, but here was this random thought, connecting the two. The crew was a family he hadn't wished for and everything just fell into place like that, and here he was, calling a place home and a group of people his family. This caused him to laugh even harder then before, and as he closed his eyes, happiness surrounded him. This is what its like, I guess, to have someone you care about some much as to give your life to them, he thought.
A/n- Standard Disclaimer, no own no sue.
Sorry if it gets confusing, I wanted to post ASAP but haven't had to much time to write so I've been working on this past my bedtime or early in the mornings, so it may not be so great, but still, at least I try, It's more than I can say for some of you authors out there. No offense intended.
"Cowboys don't cry, huh?" "Shut up, Spike!" "Why do I bother, its not like you listen anyway." "What's wrong?" "Oh! You're nothing but an insolent child!" "Can't you just.Leave me alone?" "Spike.Why do you do things like this? Your going to get yourself killed one day!" "You're not a cat, for Christ's sake!" "Spike, can't you leave me alone?" "Sleeping pills, I can't sleep.." Oh Faye, you are such an idiot, what is happening now? I wish I could go back, find out how your doing, Spike thought, drowning himself in his drink, tears splashing into the glass, "Cowboys don't cry, huh?" "Cowboys don't cry, yeah, that's right, Faye." "So you don't cry?" "No, I don't cry." "What about when you left Julia? When you found out she was beaten?" "I wasn't a cowboy back then.." "So you cried?" "No, yes, both, I guess." "How can you cry, but then not cry?" "Shut up! Faye, can't you just mind your own damn business?" "Spike, can't you leave me alone?" Sorry, I'm so sorry, Faye. I knew this would come someday, one day. "Tell me, Spike, if you know what's good for her tell me now. God damn it." "it isn't deep-, so she should be alright.I hope." We all care so much about you, Jet, Ed, Ein, and.. Even me. You will be fine; we will all be fine. Spike leaned back staring at the people in the club, he had hoped the clubs of Venus would distract him. The loud music, unlimited alcohol, and scantily clad women crawling all over the place. All this did was remind him of the problems at hand, and now he was much too drunk to fly back. God help me, he thought stumbling out of the bar and walking down the street to a nearby hotel. He got a room and lay down to attempt sleep. He spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable.
Chapter 8-
"Faye, how are you feeling?" Jet asked seeing her sit up, she turned at his voice. "Why am I out here?" She asked blinking. "I had to keep an eye on you, Spik-" "Spike.Keep an eye on me? Why? I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself!" She stated huffily. "He found you in your room with cuts on your arm.He was worried, Is that so wrong?" Jet said, not looking her in the eye, "We were all worried." He walked out of the kitchen and sat beside her on the couch. "Cuts, if I have some he was probably the cause of them!" She looked him square in the eye. "I don't think so, He was going crazy when he saw you, he came and got me, then left." Jet said sadly, he took her hands in his. "He wouldn't do that, he wouldn't cut you, Faye, you did it. yourself." "Oh so now your saying I'm crazy? Is that it? I'm a psycho?" She ranted, ripping her hands from Jet's gentle grasp. He pulled her close and hugged her tight, allowing a few tears to fall from his eyes. "No, Faye. We just worry, you don't have to keep doing this, the medicine, the knives, we don't know why you're doing this, we just want you to stop it, stop being so stupid!" "Jet, just leave me.. Leave me alone!" She screamed pulling out of his fatherly embrace, Tears streaking down her face again, she barred her teeth at him, "I don't want your pity, I don't want anyone's pity!" "Faye, it's not pity, I wish you'd understand, this is love." Jet whispered, but she'd already stormed out of the hall to her room.
Chapter 9-
Faye thew herself onto the bed in her room, allowing the tears to take over her whole being, Sobs raked her body, taking energy out of her. When she finally felt as though she had no water left to cry with she closed her eyes and rested. Spike's face haunted her dreams, a stranger with whom she shared a similar life, always running with no chance for rest, but that was the way of this business. Stranger, heh, I suppose I could call him that, but the truth is, he isn't a stranger, I'm the stranger. "Cowboys don't cry, huh?" "No they can't, they don't have time to cry." "Are you a cowboy, Spike?" "I guess so. Yeah, just an old fashioned cowboy." "So you don't cry?" "No, well, yes too, why?" "Why? What about when Julia?" "No! Shut up, Faye! You don't know what you're getting into." "I was just asking, can't you just answer my questions?" "Mind your own business! Do that and leave me the fuck alone!" "Fine, bye." "Good riddance!" It's funny, that happened a few weeks ago, but now it feels like months, maybe even years. "ED!" She shouted into the hallway. "Edward is on her way! Be right there!" Faye settled back on her bed and waited, lighting one of her cigarettes. Somewhere down the hall, she could hear Ed bumping around before she pounced into Faye's room, "What does Faye-Faye want of Edward now? Hmmm?" "Where'd you put the tracker for Spikes ship?" Faye asked, to tired to care that Ed still called her Faye-Faye. "Hmmm.Ed having trouble remembering, perhaps if Faye-Faye tell Ed why She wants Spike-persons tracking thing Ed will remember!" "Please Ed? Just tell me." Faye asked, taking a drag. Ed pouted then left and came back in a few minutes holding the tracker in her left hand; Spikes gun in her other hand. "Here, you go, bring Lunkhead Spike-person his gun! See! Ed is a genius! I figured it out!" "Thank you Ed." Faye said, giving Ed a hug. "You are a genius." "Yay! Faye-Faye agreed!" Ed shouted and slipped out of Faye's arms before jumping onto her bed. "Faye-Faye come back to Ed, right?" Ed asked. Faye nodded and grabbed her gun before leaving her room to Ed. She strode down the hall and hopped into the Red tail, still brightly polished from three weeks ago, and she had not taken it out since then, so it did make sense. She opened the hatch doors and took of f turning on the tracker she set a course toward his ship, leaning back she closed her eyes and let the ship do it's work.
Chapter 10-
My head, it hurts, stupid alcohol, stupid Faye! If you would just take better care of yourself then we wouldn't have to worry about you so much, but you go and do the stupidest things humanly possible. You are an idiot, and yet I still bother myself with caring for you! Why am I so stupid? I do things that are driving me crazy, and for no real reason! Miserable Bitch, that is what you are! Oh Faye.. I wish you would stop this, you are gonna get yourself killed one of these days and you don't care at all, do you? "Spike.Why do you do things like this? Your going to get yourself killed one day!" "Do what?" Spike asked with his casual lopsided grin, a cigarette dangling from the side of his mouth. "This, finding trouble, then provoking it more than it already is." Faye replied, poking her fingers on the cuts he had received earlier. "Oww! Hey! I don't look for it, the trouble finds me then provokes me, I'm the victim, now stop poking me!" Spike shouts, batting Faye's hand away from his injured leg. "There's a bullet in here, unless you wish to die from lead poisoning I suggest you let me pull it out." Faye snapped back, catching Spike by surprise. "Huh?" "You're not a cat you know." "What are you talking about now?" "You don't have nine lives, although at times it seems like you have many more than that." "Oh please, god spare me from an unending-Faye Valentine Lecture!" Spike exclaimed, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling. "It's true, you know? One day this'll catch up to you, the way your living." "Oh, so you're talking about your debts as well? That will happen to you soon, the way you take forever to pay debts I would not be surprised if they hired an assassin to deal with you! Everyone beware, the infamous Faye Valentine is on the streets looking for dough!" Spike laughed loudly. "That's not funny, Spike!" Faye said, ramming her fingers deeper into his leg, making him cry out in pain. "Got it!" She said standing, she threw it into his hands, "You may want to clean that now, maybe slow the blood. I think it'd be a good idea." She slammed her bedroom door behind her. She was right though, it is catching up to me, I wonder when it'll catch up to her. Spikes thought turning over, there are too many thoughts controlling themselves for me to think my own. To many memories of her, and our ritual sparring, to many warring memories fighting for me to agree with them. Damn her. He shoved a pillow onto his head as though trying to shut out her voice, but it was only thoughts that plagued him, he could not keep them out. They had been in there since the beginning. Faye..
Chapter 11-
"Hmm." Faye woke groggily, feeling her ship descending to the surface of Venus, fifteen hours to Mars, which was the Bebop's true destination, She heard a loud, annoying beeping sound, Spikes tracker. I cannot believe you would care. After all, you are the Spike Spiegel, annoying, Spike pain in my fucking ass Spiegel. You do not care about anyone but Julia, stupid bitch that she is. All quiet and form fitting to any man she likes. You are trapped in the past, even if you say you are not, Spike. Faye thought, stretching out tired muscles. She retied the front of her jacket and pulled her stockings up, then took the controls, zooming over the heads of buildings and looking for ships. Within a half-hour, she had found his ship with the help of the tracker and her keen eyesight. She parked the Red tail near his ship and sat there, peering into the darkness, but to no avail.
Chapter 12-
Six and a half hours later she stepped out and walked down the street, She went into a few bars and got rather drunk, all the while watching out for a dead drunken Spike. Success never came and she returned to her ship soon afterward, leaning against its side and smoking a cigarette. She heard the clicking of a familiar set of shoes, followed by a long lanky arm holding a high forehead under a poofy, green Afro. Spike! She thought, her heart catching in her throat, as his entire form became visible. She pressed herself harder against the ship, trying to keep from running over and hugging him. "Hi, Spike." She whispered, her voice, already hoarse, cracking. He looked up, then drew back as she met his eyes, "Faye.What are you doing here?" He asked confused. My god, she looks like she used to again, angry. She saw his eyes begin to well with water, "What's wrong?" She asked crossly. "You're you again! You are Faye." He said, disbelief clouding his voice. She looked confused, so he went on, "For the past two weeks or so you have been someone else, someone weak, doing things Faye wouldn't do." He gave a weak smile. "Oh." Was all she said, she opened the cockpit of her ship, she reached down the side of the seat and pulled out a gun, the light from a nearby lamp reflecting off it, "You left this on the Bebop. Ed told me to bring it to you." She tossed it to him. He looked down at it stupidly before sighing, "I'm sorry, Faye, but this is in your best interest." He said, pulling some handcuffs from his belt, He latched one on his wrist and the other on hers, she looked down at the cuffs and stared for a long moment. "I don't want you to hurt yourself." "You've been drinking." She said, leaning into him and smelling his clothing, sure enough there was the distinct smell of alcohol on his clothing. "So?" He said dragging her down the street. "You have bad judgement! That's 'so'!" She screeched at him before puling back her free arm and slapping him hard across the face. A large welt appeared within seconds. He brought his hand to his cheek where she'd slapped him, "I guess I deserved that." He whispered, turning his eyes toward the ground to avoid meeting the fire in her emerald eyes. "No matter, I will take care of you, I don't want you to kill yourself. We're going to my hotel room, I need to take a shower and you need to sleep." He said before falling quiet. She knew that it would be of no use to say no to him now, he was intoxicated and his mind made up, there was no arguing now. Later, though, later she would have it her way.
Chapter 13-
God, why'd I do that? Now she's gonna kill me. Spike thought hooking her to the heavy metal posts of the bed, in fact, why she let me do this at all is so confusing! "Sleep well, Faye." He said turning to leave and take a shower, he smelled like beer and knew it. He pulled his clothes off, and, with a towel wrapped around his waist, went to the small washing machine and threw his clothes and some soap in with them before retreating to the warm comforting water of the shower. He washed quickly then spent a few more minutes standing there, until the water became cold, then left. He wrapped towel around his waist and lay down on the couch in the small motel room, just like home, he thought randomly, then laughed, he'd thought of the Bebop as home. He had not thought that about anywhere else he had lived. He had certainly never thought the Bebop would become something even close to home, but here was this random thought, connecting the two. The crew was a family he hadn't wished for and everything just fell into place like that, and here he was, calling a place home and a group of people his family. This caused him to laugh even harder then before, and as he closed his eyes, happiness surrounded him. This is what its like, I guess, to have someone you care about some much as to give your life to them, he thought.
A/n- Standard Disclaimer, no own no sue.
Sorry if it gets confusing, I wanted to post ASAP but haven't had to much time to write so I've been working on this past my bedtime or early in the mornings, so it may not be so great, but still, at least I try, It's more than I can say for some of you authors out there. No offense intended.