Chapter 14-
She turned to the other side and relaxed a little, the shower was running in the background. The running water was somewhat comforting. She could smell Spike all over the bed, the sweet scent of his cologne mixing with the brisk scent of cigarettes and alcohol. The handcuffs were cutting into her wrists and she was tempted to call out to him. The water slowed then stopped completely. She heard a door open, and saw Spike walk out, a towel wrapped around his waist and his damp hair clung to his head, he trailed a line of water behind him. He passed her and checked her quickly before lying on the couch, convinced she was asleep. She turned again, drawing his attention; he looked over the back of the couch at her, "What's wrong?" He asked "They're to tight." She said softly, she heard him stand and walk toward her. "You want to take them off?" He asked, She shook her head in a rapid 'yes' motion, "You have to promise not to run away then, do you promise?" "Promise." She said, tears clouding her eyes as he pulled the sharp metal out of her wrists, frowning. "Better?" He asked, sitting beside her. "Yes, I think so. Thanks." She said sitting up, "will you wash my clothes while I take a shower?" She asked him, leaning back on her elbows. "I can." Was all he said before words stopped coming. He helped her up and led her into the bathroom. She flashed him a smile; "I'll pass them to you, no worries." He stepped out and closed the door for her privacy. A knock resounded against the metal of the door. He grumbled and went to answer the door, still so drunk that he did not comprehend that no one knew him to be there. Well other than Faye, but she was in the bathroom. The door swung open and Spike found himself smack dab in front of a gun. He held his hands up, confused. "What's going on?" He asked, the only thing he could think of at that moment. "I'm here to collect the bounty on your head." A woman's voice said, and for the first time he looked at her, she cackled at his confused expression. "Julia?" He asked softly, his eyes bewildered, "You.look nice." He said swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. "So do you, Are you going to invite me in?" She asked, still holding the gun at his head. "It's rude to keep a lady waiting." She said wagging a finger at him. He looked down, realizing he had only a towel on he, and blushed wine red and she laughed again, a cold and heartless laugh. "C-come in." he said moving to one side, following her with his eyes as she floated through the door and threw herself onto the bed. "So why are you here? Seriously." He asked moving towards the couch, then sitting down heavily. "I heard you were here, I wanted to surprise you, you used to love surprises." She said, a smile playing upon her face. He sat straight up, "How, no one knows I'm here?" He asked of her, eyes imploring. She shrugged the question, "Some friend of yours, I asked her. What's the big deal?" "Nothing, nothing at all." Spike said, relaxing, if Faye had told Julia, then this would not become a war. He thanked Guan Yin (Guan Yin is the Buddhist Goddess of mercy if you do not know, just a tip.) silently and leaned back. On the couch. He heard the washer go off and got up, picking up Faye's clothes, he put his in the small dryer and hers in the washer. After starting them, he went back to the couch. He smiled slightly, hearing Faye singing softly to herself, strange lyrics.
And I'm a stone, Falling deeper and deeper into your dark ocean. I wanna be free from this type of misery, As I fall deeper into dreams of the night Running away from myself. Free fall escapades into your dreams, And I am free.
He stopped to listen to the sad, mournful way the lyrics went together, fitting perfectly then becoming a slight hum. He smiled to himself, only a little, but Julia noticed. "Well nice seeing you, Julia, hope we can get together again real soon, but if you don't mind, I think it's time you left." He stared into her eyes, "We've both changed, it won't work if that's what you're thinking, now, please leave, I'm sure I'll see you soon, perhaps we can still be friends." She glared at him, fierce undulating anger seeping from her eyes, "I wish it didn't have to be this way either, I was hoping you'd come back with me." She said holding her gun out and shooting at him. He flicked his hand up then down and twisted the gun from her slender hands. "Sorry Julia, it won't work, now leave." He said, his voice becoming low and menacing. "You'll be sorry, if I can't get you directly, I can still get you, watch yourself, Spike." She said, walking away as though nothing had happened, she blew a kiss at him as she closed the door. Faye came out of the bathroom to see that, to see the legendary Julia, eyes sparkling dark lagoons, blowing a kiss at Spike, her Spike. She could feel her eyes fill and her throat closing up. "Why." She asked, her anger rising, she held a towel wrapped tightly against her body, collecting water at the top from still soaked hair. "Why'd you have to go and do something like that?" Spike looked at her. "Faye, it's not what you think." He said, his eyes filled with terror, his hands shaking, he dropped a gun she hadn't noticed, then fell to his knees, and, hunching over himself, cried, tears spilling onto the ground for so many reasons. Faye forgot about her anger and went to her knees to comfort him, holding him as though he were naught but a fragile china doll on the verge of shattering any second now. She heard a sharp beep from the her communicator, as well as Spikes, but she ignored the page, trying to comfort Spike, but now she was terrified, Spike never cried, or at least not in front of her. "SPIKE! PICK UP YOUR DAMN PHONE ALREADY!" Jet shouted into the telephone, "I'VE PAGED UP TEN TIMES ALREADY!" Spike continued crying, but motioned her to answer it. She stood up and pulled the towel around her again, picking up his communicator and speaking into it. "Hi Jet," She said, glancing towards Spike laying on the floor, tears pouring from his eyes, she walked over him and outside. "FAYE! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Jet screamed into the phone, his voice spewing raw emotion. Faye was taken aback, since when did anyone care about where she was. Unless there was a price to be settled no one had ever cared where she was, but here was Jet asking where she was, and inside the hotel room was Spike, bawling his eyes out for some reason. "I'm on Venus, with Spike." She answered after a long pause. "You scared us! You leaving like that!" Jet said, a little more calmly. In the background, Faye could hear Ed saying something about a Faye bringing Spikes gun. "Spike forgot his gun, I brought it to him." She said. She leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette, "What's up?" "Nothing, Can I speak to Spike?" Jet asked, Ed singing 'Lunkhead, Lunkhead!' "No, sorry." She said, "I have to go, too. I'll have him call you back. Just keep going towards Mars, we'll meet you there." Then she shut it off and re-entered the room, Spike sat on the couch, smoking, his eyes were puffy from crying. She tossed his communicator to him, "Why were you crying?" "Something and nothing, go and sleep, we'll be leaving soon." He replied sourly. She put her cigarette out in an ashtray and sat down next to him on the couch, pulling her legs up and resting her chin on her kneecaps. She stared right at him. "Why do you do this?" She asked somberly. "What? What did I do now? Huh Faye? You just know every damn thing don't you?!" He screamed at her, she just sat there starring at him oddly. He drew back to hurl a punch at her and she just sat there, her peculiar emerald eyes pulling his face apart, making him feel empty and vulnerable. How he wanted to punch her then! Smack right in her face, a big black-and- blue bruise developing across her pale face, her head jerking back with the force of the blow. Tears would form in her eyes and she would hate him, hate him forever. He dropped his arm and stared back. "You want to punch me, why don't you?" Faye stated bluntly, "What's holding you back?" "Something and nothing.go and sleep, Faye, you're going to need it." Spike had said, shaking his head mournfully, "Just something and nothing." "Goodnight Spike." Faye said, crouching into a little ball on the edge of the couch and stared at the heavy metal wall. "Umm.Faye?" "Yeah?" "I'm sleeping here, you have the bed." "Oh.. That's right.Sorry." Faye said standing up and moving to the bed before laying down.
Chapter 15-
"Spike, Wake up!" Faye shouted hoarsely into a hungover Spikes ear. He groaned and turned over. "Spike! Get up!" Faye whispered, slinging a punch at his jaw. He jolted with a start, "Come on, we've gotta get outta here! Someone's watching us!" She said, bending to pick up the gun he had dropped yesterday after the whole Julia scenario. "Who?" He asked, rubbing his jaw where she had hit him. "How the hell am I supposed to know? They're not here for me!" Faye whisper screamed, "There is a back door for deliveries and the caters to use, here, put this on!" She said, tossing him the hat and uniform of one of the hotel employees, as well as a comb and rubberband. He stared at it dumbly, "What am I supposed to with this?" He asked. "Put it on! We are going to have to sneak out." Faye whispered, pulling on a maids uniform and stripping off her own clothes, which she then hung on a hanger. "Besides, you wouldn't have enough money to pay for this room even in your dreams and I binged on the liquor closet and mini fridge." She smiled softly, then put clothes, on the hanger, in a bag as if they had been dry-cleaned, and motioned him to do the same. There was a lot of extra, empty bag on hers and almost none on his. She took both and hung them on a rod with many other bags. Together they left the hotel along with the large clothing rod, due to Faye's wonderful planning and Spike being to godamn drunk the night before to say anything.
Chapter 16-
"Where are we going?" Spike asked Faye, curious as to the rest of her plan. "We're getting off this hellhole and back to the Bebop, where we both belong!" Faye half whispered, half yelled at Spike as they moved closer to their ships. She looked about as tired as he must've looked hungover. "Hey Faye.." "Yeah?" "If we don't make it out of this scratch, I'm blaming it on you!" Spike said a little loudly, causing a few bystanders to look their way. It wasn't what he'd wanted to say, but it would have to do, no, he wanted to say words. Words that may cause a terrible thing to happen, and all it would take was three little innocent words. Faye flipped him the bird. "I'm glad you're back, Faye. I've missed you.." He said, moving in to hug her. She pulled away, just as he knew she would, and he felt like someone had just throw a ton of rocks into his body, making it impossible for him to move. "Come on, Spike. We don't have time for this!" Faye yelled at him. Time? He thought, laughing, I don't have time for anything these days, what makes you think a few lost seconds would destroy your plan? He wondered to himself, afraid to speak the words aloud, only for fear she'd kill him.
Standard Disclaimer.
A/n: The lyrics for the song are mine, the story is mine, but the characters are not, thank you, now no stealing from me, it isn't nice.
She turned to the other side and relaxed a little, the shower was running in the background. The running water was somewhat comforting. She could smell Spike all over the bed, the sweet scent of his cologne mixing with the brisk scent of cigarettes and alcohol. The handcuffs were cutting into her wrists and she was tempted to call out to him. The water slowed then stopped completely. She heard a door open, and saw Spike walk out, a towel wrapped around his waist and his damp hair clung to his head, he trailed a line of water behind him. He passed her and checked her quickly before lying on the couch, convinced she was asleep. She turned again, drawing his attention; he looked over the back of the couch at her, "What's wrong?" He asked "They're to tight." She said softly, she heard him stand and walk toward her. "You want to take them off?" He asked, She shook her head in a rapid 'yes' motion, "You have to promise not to run away then, do you promise?" "Promise." She said, tears clouding her eyes as he pulled the sharp metal out of her wrists, frowning. "Better?" He asked, sitting beside her. "Yes, I think so. Thanks." She said sitting up, "will you wash my clothes while I take a shower?" She asked him, leaning back on her elbows. "I can." Was all he said before words stopped coming. He helped her up and led her into the bathroom. She flashed him a smile; "I'll pass them to you, no worries." He stepped out and closed the door for her privacy. A knock resounded against the metal of the door. He grumbled and went to answer the door, still so drunk that he did not comprehend that no one knew him to be there. Well other than Faye, but she was in the bathroom. The door swung open and Spike found himself smack dab in front of a gun. He held his hands up, confused. "What's going on?" He asked, the only thing he could think of at that moment. "I'm here to collect the bounty on your head." A woman's voice said, and for the first time he looked at her, she cackled at his confused expression. "Julia?" He asked softly, his eyes bewildered, "You.look nice." He said swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. "So do you, Are you going to invite me in?" She asked, still holding the gun at his head. "It's rude to keep a lady waiting." She said wagging a finger at him. He looked down, realizing he had only a towel on he, and blushed wine red and she laughed again, a cold and heartless laugh. "C-come in." he said moving to one side, following her with his eyes as she floated through the door and threw herself onto the bed. "So why are you here? Seriously." He asked moving towards the couch, then sitting down heavily. "I heard you were here, I wanted to surprise you, you used to love surprises." She said, a smile playing upon her face. He sat straight up, "How, no one knows I'm here?" He asked of her, eyes imploring. She shrugged the question, "Some friend of yours, I asked her. What's the big deal?" "Nothing, nothing at all." Spike said, relaxing, if Faye had told Julia, then this would not become a war. He thanked Guan Yin (Guan Yin is the Buddhist Goddess of mercy if you do not know, just a tip.) silently and leaned back. On the couch. He heard the washer go off and got up, picking up Faye's clothes, he put his in the small dryer and hers in the washer. After starting them, he went back to the couch. He smiled slightly, hearing Faye singing softly to herself, strange lyrics.
And I'm a stone, Falling deeper and deeper into your dark ocean. I wanna be free from this type of misery, As I fall deeper into dreams of the night Running away from myself. Free fall escapades into your dreams, And I am free.
He stopped to listen to the sad, mournful way the lyrics went together, fitting perfectly then becoming a slight hum. He smiled to himself, only a little, but Julia noticed. "Well nice seeing you, Julia, hope we can get together again real soon, but if you don't mind, I think it's time you left." He stared into her eyes, "We've both changed, it won't work if that's what you're thinking, now, please leave, I'm sure I'll see you soon, perhaps we can still be friends." She glared at him, fierce undulating anger seeping from her eyes, "I wish it didn't have to be this way either, I was hoping you'd come back with me." She said holding her gun out and shooting at him. He flicked his hand up then down and twisted the gun from her slender hands. "Sorry Julia, it won't work, now leave." He said, his voice becoming low and menacing. "You'll be sorry, if I can't get you directly, I can still get you, watch yourself, Spike." She said, walking away as though nothing had happened, she blew a kiss at him as she closed the door. Faye came out of the bathroom to see that, to see the legendary Julia, eyes sparkling dark lagoons, blowing a kiss at Spike, her Spike. She could feel her eyes fill and her throat closing up. "Why." She asked, her anger rising, she held a towel wrapped tightly against her body, collecting water at the top from still soaked hair. "Why'd you have to go and do something like that?" Spike looked at her. "Faye, it's not what you think." He said, his eyes filled with terror, his hands shaking, he dropped a gun she hadn't noticed, then fell to his knees, and, hunching over himself, cried, tears spilling onto the ground for so many reasons. Faye forgot about her anger and went to her knees to comfort him, holding him as though he were naught but a fragile china doll on the verge of shattering any second now. She heard a sharp beep from the her communicator, as well as Spikes, but she ignored the page, trying to comfort Spike, but now she was terrified, Spike never cried, or at least not in front of her. "SPIKE! PICK UP YOUR DAMN PHONE ALREADY!" Jet shouted into the telephone, "I'VE PAGED UP TEN TIMES ALREADY!" Spike continued crying, but motioned her to answer it. She stood up and pulled the towel around her again, picking up his communicator and speaking into it. "Hi Jet," She said, glancing towards Spike laying on the floor, tears pouring from his eyes, she walked over him and outside. "FAYE! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Jet screamed into the phone, his voice spewing raw emotion. Faye was taken aback, since when did anyone care about where she was. Unless there was a price to be settled no one had ever cared where she was, but here was Jet asking where she was, and inside the hotel room was Spike, bawling his eyes out for some reason. "I'm on Venus, with Spike." She answered after a long pause. "You scared us! You leaving like that!" Jet said, a little more calmly. In the background, Faye could hear Ed saying something about a Faye bringing Spikes gun. "Spike forgot his gun, I brought it to him." She said. She leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette, "What's up?" "Nothing, Can I speak to Spike?" Jet asked, Ed singing 'Lunkhead, Lunkhead!' "No, sorry." She said, "I have to go, too. I'll have him call you back. Just keep going towards Mars, we'll meet you there." Then she shut it off and re-entered the room, Spike sat on the couch, smoking, his eyes were puffy from crying. She tossed his communicator to him, "Why were you crying?" "Something and nothing, go and sleep, we'll be leaving soon." He replied sourly. She put her cigarette out in an ashtray and sat down next to him on the couch, pulling her legs up and resting her chin on her kneecaps. She stared right at him. "Why do you do this?" She asked somberly. "What? What did I do now? Huh Faye? You just know every damn thing don't you?!" He screamed at her, she just sat there starring at him oddly. He drew back to hurl a punch at her and she just sat there, her peculiar emerald eyes pulling his face apart, making him feel empty and vulnerable. How he wanted to punch her then! Smack right in her face, a big black-and- blue bruise developing across her pale face, her head jerking back with the force of the blow. Tears would form in her eyes and she would hate him, hate him forever. He dropped his arm and stared back. "You want to punch me, why don't you?" Faye stated bluntly, "What's holding you back?" "Something and nothing.go and sleep, Faye, you're going to need it." Spike had said, shaking his head mournfully, "Just something and nothing." "Goodnight Spike." Faye said, crouching into a little ball on the edge of the couch and stared at the heavy metal wall. "Umm.Faye?" "Yeah?" "I'm sleeping here, you have the bed." "Oh.. That's right.Sorry." Faye said standing up and moving to the bed before laying down.
Chapter 15-
"Spike, Wake up!" Faye shouted hoarsely into a hungover Spikes ear. He groaned and turned over. "Spike! Get up!" Faye whispered, slinging a punch at his jaw. He jolted with a start, "Come on, we've gotta get outta here! Someone's watching us!" She said, bending to pick up the gun he had dropped yesterday after the whole Julia scenario. "Who?" He asked, rubbing his jaw where she had hit him. "How the hell am I supposed to know? They're not here for me!" Faye whisper screamed, "There is a back door for deliveries and the caters to use, here, put this on!" She said, tossing him the hat and uniform of one of the hotel employees, as well as a comb and rubberband. He stared at it dumbly, "What am I supposed to with this?" He asked. "Put it on! We are going to have to sneak out." Faye whispered, pulling on a maids uniform and stripping off her own clothes, which she then hung on a hanger. "Besides, you wouldn't have enough money to pay for this room even in your dreams and I binged on the liquor closet and mini fridge." She smiled softly, then put clothes, on the hanger, in a bag as if they had been dry-cleaned, and motioned him to do the same. There was a lot of extra, empty bag on hers and almost none on his. She took both and hung them on a rod with many other bags. Together they left the hotel along with the large clothing rod, due to Faye's wonderful planning and Spike being to godamn drunk the night before to say anything.
Chapter 16-
"Where are we going?" Spike asked Faye, curious as to the rest of her plan. "We're getting off this hellhole and back to the Bebop, where we both belong!" Faye half whispered, half yelled at Spike as they moved closer to their ships. She looked about as tired as he must've looked hungover. "Hey Faye.." "Yeah?" "If we don't make it out of this scratch, I'm blaming it on you!" Spike said a little loudly, causing a few bystanders to look their way. It wasn't what he'd wanted to say, but it would have to do, no, he wanted to say words. Words that may cause a terrible thing to happen, and all it would take was three little innocent words. Faye flipped him the bird. "I'm glad you're back, Faye. I've missed you.." He said, moving in to hug her. She pulled away, just as he knew she would, and he felt like someone had just throw a ton of rocks into his body, making it impossible for him to move. "Come on, Spike. We don't have time for this!" Faye yelled at him. Time? He thought, laughing, I don't have time for anything these days, what makes you think a few lost seconds would destroy your plan? He wondered to himself, afraid to speak the words aloud, only for fear she'd kill him.
Standard Disclaimer.
A/n: The lyrics for the song are mine, the story is mine, but the characters are not, thank you, now no stealing from me, it isn't nice.