A/N: Well! Sorry that took so long! I've got the 2nd chapter here! Wheehooo!!!
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In a tall building somewhere on Mars, a couple lay sleeping on a large bed. The woman was tucked against the man, his arms around her, and her head nestled under his chin. They were sprawled haphazardly over the bed, the sheets twisted around their bodies. A shaft of sunlight fell in through the window.
Faye slowly opened her eyes, trying to hold onto the last remnants of sleep. No such luck. With a sigh, she began to sit up, but found herself strangely restrained.
Looking down, she realized that a large arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, preventing her from getting up.
Grumbling quietly, she gently began to pry it off her waist. A long scar on the underside of the arm captured her eyes, and stopped her heart.
I know that scar! I know this arm… Scarcely breathing, she looked up at the face of the man who was holding her.
"Ohmygod…" she whispered. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" Spike Spiegel lay sleeping next to her. He looked so peaceful lying there, so alone and innocent. As if by its own volition, her hand drifted upwards to trace his jaw line.
Spike felt something soft gliding slowly down his face. Curious, he slowly opened his eyes, immediately focusing on the two emerald eyes that regarded him sadly.
Confused, he blinked twice, before he could grasp the situation. A woman with dark purple hair and green eyes was looking up at him, and he noticed that he had his arms around her, and neither one of them was wearing anything. Closer inspection revealed a face he recognized. "Faye?"
"Spike?" she whispered, her eyes filling with tears.
He nodded and pressed his hand to her cheek, a small smile drifting across his face. She covered his hand with hers, closing her eyes as hot tears spilled through her lashes. "What happened?" she whispered. "Why didn't you come back? I-I thought you were dead…" she swallowed, trying to control her voice.
He shook his head. "No. I'm not dead. I'm still hanging on."
"Damn it…" she said in a tiny voice, so unlike her old self.
That got a laugh out of Spike. He wiped away Faye's tears with the corner of the sheet, watching her intently.
But the sheet brought them back to the present. Spike suddenly realized that Faye had been the woman last night, and he blushed furiously.
Faye looked confused for a moment, but then realization dawned on her like a dark cloud over the sun. She pulled the sheet up to cover herself, her blush rivaling Spike's own.
Uncomfortable, he located his pants, and pulled them swiftly on, turning away from her. He felt her weight lift off the bed, and he waited for her to grab her towel. "I'm sorry I didn't come back sooner. I wasn't sure you guys would want me back. I mean, I've been a jerk to all of you guys, except maybe Ed, and she left. And I was especially horrible to you. I knew you needed me, especially with getting your memory back and everything. You needed me to stay, and help you cope with it. But I just had to do this, you know? So I left. I was sure you'd be really pissed at me, and I like my face too much to let you smash it. I guess I made a mistake, but that's all over now, you know? Now we can go back to the Bebop, and find Ed and Ein, and it'll be just like old times, right?"
Faye didn't reply.
"Right?" he asked, turning back to her.
The room was empty.
Faye raced through the halls of the Valencia, tears streaming down her face. Her towel was clasped loosely around her, the only memory of that night. I'll burn it! I'll forget everything! There's nothing to remember! Nothing! Why can't my amnesia make me forget stuff like that?!?!
Panting, she stopped running and pressed her face against the cool metal of the wall. She had to blink a few times before she could focus enough to make out the secret panel. It opened to reveal an elevator that would take her to the girl's rooms. This was to prevent customers from 'accidentally' stumbling in on their real rooms.
Faye threw herself inside, and frantically pressed the 'Up' button. The rumbling elevator brought back even more memories of an old brown fishing ship, and a new torrent of tears poured down her face.
When the elevator doors dinged open, she was off like a shot, fleeing to the sanctuary of her room. She didn't even notice the two women who jumped out of her way to avoid being run down. They watched Faye disappear into her room with worried eyes.
Faye threw herself onto her bed, and buried her face in her pillow like she had as a little girl. Shoulders shaking with the force of her sobs, she poured out all her emotion on the unfortunate cushion.
A cool hand settled itself on the nape of her neck, jerking Faye out of her misery. Choking back her sobs, she sat up.
A tall woman with a black bob sat next to her on the bed, and a shorter woman with the same haircut only in cotton candy pink held out a tissue.
Sniffling, Faye blinked at them. "Nanya? Kelly?"
They smiled at her. "We hoid ya cryin' goily." The taller one stated, a thick New Brooklyn accent coloring her words.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" asked the pink-haired one, handing the tissue to the other woman.
Faye shook her head, allowing Nanya to wipe her eyes, and Kelly to rescue the pillow from Faye's grasp.
"Was it one a da custamers?" asked Nanya, cracking her knuckles. Kelly put a hand on the taller woman's arm and quelled her with her eyes, which were a light purple.
Tears welled up in Faye's eyes. "Kinda… It was… a guy I knew… a long time ago…" she wiped her eyes furiously, and sniffed. "He… just brought back some… painful memories…"
Kelly patted Faye's shoulder comfortingly. "We understand, honey. But just think, would you rather have forgotten?"
"Yes! No! Oh…I don't know… I don't know anymore…" Faye's voice began to tremble again, and she sniffed harder.
Nanya put an arm around Faye's shoulders. "Painful memories ain't pleasant, but dey make ya strongah. And dat's impoitant."
Faye nodded, wiping the last traces of mascara from her face. "Alright. I'm okay now… Thanks." She briefly hugged them both, then shooed them from her room.
After closing the door behind them, she dropped her towel in the laundry chute. Throwing open her closet, she rifled through her clothes impatiently. She pulled out a gray undershirt, a large pair of gray sweat pants, and a bottle of whiskey.
Faye sat on the roof of the Valencia, her knees drawn up, and the bottle clasped tightly in her left hand. She stared blankly at the sky, her face stony.
"Damn lunkhead…" she muttered.
