Tears Are Fallen Rose Petals
By Rachel*
Rated: R
Gender: Romance/Drama/Comedy
E-mail: DuckQueen2150@aol.com
-- I'm going to start a contest! Anyone who can draw the best picture from a scene in this story so far will get a prize(preferred to be Spike/Faye moments!)! What might you ask? Well, and AWARD OF COURSE! And the high ranking placement on my new web page in the making! So get those pens, pencils, computers whatever in gear and start drawing! All entries must be sent to my e-mail address (NO ATTACHMENTS PLEASE I CAN'T GET THEM) no later then:
June 15th 2002
Spread the word to your friends and family, I want as many peeps as possible entered into the contest! SO GET CRACKING! –
READ REVIEW & ENJOY CHAPTER 3!
- Chapter 3 -
Cowboy Strut
The Bebop fell into Mar's atmosphere. Releasing it's ruttier as it plunged into one of the few waterways there on the planet assessable to humans. Spike lit up a cigarette as he stepped out on the main deck and looked up at the sky. He thought about his life so far, and how it was going nowhere. Is it because of Vicious? Or maybe he should stop bounty hunting? 'Shit… Come on Spike what is wrong with you?!' Spike grabbed a hold of his green blob of hair and pulled trying to relieve the stress racking his brain.
"Migraine?" Faye asked as she walked out and heard him, mumbling something under his breath.
"Hmm… What's with the new look?" He looked Faye once over. She actully didn't look too bad… She was in short, tight little dark blue shorts and a creamy-yellow tank top that made her hair and emerald eyes stick out beautifully.
"I don't know I was going for a new look. What do you think Mr. Cowboy?" She smiled coyly and did a little pose for Spike.
"I," Spike's mouth hung agape for a second quickly closing as he turned away and took another puff from his cigarette. "You look… They're fine."
Faye smiled with satisfaction. "I think Mr. Cowboy is in love with me…" She glared pointing an accusing finger at Spike.
"Heh! That's a good one. Okay, Okay. You've paid me back from before alright? I surrender, I surrender." He shook his head removing thoughts from his mind.
"Uh huh… I've got you wrapped around my finger…"
"Heh, yeah you just try Val`." He chuckled closing his eyes and put out the cigarette smooching it on the metal surface of the Bebop.
"Is that a bet?" Faye whispered slyly as she moved quickly centimeters away from his tanned face.
"And if it was?" Spike replied in the same tone. His voice deeper then normal pulling away from her slightly.
Faye looked at him a little surprised by his reaction. But quickly made up for it. "Hmm… Two-hundred says I've got you in a week or less."
"Oh joy… I've got an easy two-hundred so I can buy myself some food." Spike exaggerated standing up and walking away from Faye's seductive gaze.
"Let's get going alright?" Jet came walking out with Ed and Ein fallowing close behind.
'Just in time to save me Jet…' Spike sighed a breath of relief as he stretched his arms into the air and nodded his head. "Yep, sounds okay to me…"
"Hmm…" Faye smiled glancing slightly at Spike. She smiled, what was happening? Why was he acting so… Outgoing? No, that was just Spike, he just seemed different now. Like he had given up on something his past maybe? No that couldn't be he still hated Vicious, but that hate would never go away now. Not after killing Julia.
I Will Remember You
I Will Remember You
(by Sarah McLachlan, Seamus Egan, and Dave Merenda)
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Remember the good times that we had?
I let them slip away from us when things got bad
How clearly I first saw you smilin' in the sun
Wanna feel your warmth upon me, I wanna be the one
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
I'm so tired but I can't sleep
Standin' on the edge of something much too deep
It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard
But I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
I'm so afraid to love you, but more afraid to loose
Clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose
Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night
You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light
And I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
And I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Weep not for the memories
'I'll never forget you Julia…' Were the only thoughts in Spike's mind as they drove up to the police station. His eyes fell dark and he almost turned around and started walking the other way before Faye bumped up against him pushing him forward to keep going.
"I'm here with you Spike… We all are." She pointed to Ed, Jet, and even Ein who had tagged along for the little road trip. "You aren't doing it alone. We'll do this together okay?"
"What are you talking about? I wasn't going to turn around. I was just going to light up a cigarette and wait for a moment before I went in." Spike mumbled. Faye smiled and nodded her head.
"Whatever you say Spike…" Faye walked up to the door as he moved slowly.
Step by step memories once again flashing through his mind over and over. Julia. Her hair, eyes. Everything about her came back at once. "I can't—" Spike trailed off as Faye came face to face with him again.
"Don't say you can't do this. You've come this far, and I sure as hell didn't get packed just so you can turn away and not face your fears Spike."
Spike's eyes went warm and he smiled. "Haa… Like you should be talking Faye."
"Hmm… Maybe, but at least you know something about yourself." Faye's eyes fell cold and Spike's heart retched.
'Yeah ass that's a way to tell her off…' He reached his arm out to grip a hold of her, but she pulled to quick. "Faye, I didn't mean it that way." He was shocked that his mouth even opened, but to say that?! 'I'm losing it… Julia what are you doing to me?'
"No, it's okay Spike. I don't care." Faye pressed on a fake smile and walked slowly with Spike into the police station. A tall building covered with shaded glass, a never ending fortress of windows that seemed to reach the stars.
"Is it Ed or does it seem Spike and Faye-Faye are acting weird?" Ed pulled on Jet's shirt to draw his attention.
"No, they're acting different all right… Defiantly different." Jet chuckled shaking his head. 'What are you getting yourselves into?'
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"Yes. They're just walking up to the door. I'll make sure they go…" An officer hung up the phone as Spike, Faye, Jet, Ed, and Ein all walked in through the sliding glass door. "Can I help you with anything?"
Spike looked at the man. He was tall with dark blue hair and gray- green eyes. He looked over to Faye and the others before speaking. "I was wondering if I could identify a body from the murders early this morning."
"Hmm," The man nodded looking around to all the faces. "Yes, come right this way. I hope you don't have a problem with morges."
"No… No problem, just the people in them is all." Spike looked at the guy. He seemed strange. His personality. For some reason wasn't… Cop like? The man chuckled slightly as he guided him into a room Faye fallowing behind. Ed, Ein, and Jet stayed behind. Seeing people frozen in a fridge wasn't something they felt like seeing.
"Are you his wife?" The cop looked at Faye who blushed at the comment.
"Ehh. Me, no I'm here for the morel support." She smiled sheepishly. Spike glanced over at her. The corners of his mouth curving upwards ever so slightly.
'Thank you Faye…' Spike thought as she walked up next to him. Faye pulled his hand of his pocket and held it gingerly as they entered the small room that felt more like a meat locker then a room. Spike didn't object or even hesitate. Instead he gripped a hold of her hand even more her eyes widened in surprise…
Scared. That's what how he felt. He didn't want to see Julia's body laying dead on a metal table. He wanted to hold onto the hope, that she'd come back to his welcoming arms. But she wasn't going to come back. She was gone, Spike had nothing more to hang onto, only the one hand that he held, that was all he had right then.
The man looked at a paper with names numbers and dates. Finding the UIB list he looked back at Spike. "One of the men, or the woman?"
Spike's breath caught. Faye closed her eyes and smiled slightly stepping a little closer and squeezing his left hand just a little tighter. Spike looked down at her and nodded. "The… The woman."
"Hmm… UIB number twenty-one." The man walked over to a door with a gold carving of the number twenty-one an opened it. Steam surrounded him with the mix of the cold… And very cold air and pulled out the metal table with a black bag that held… Julia within it.
"UIB?" Faye looked at him in question.
"Unidentified body… It what we say around here nowadays instead of John Does." He shrugged his shoulders and looked back at Spike. "You ready fella`?"
"Yeah, I'm ready." Spike let go of Faye's hand as he took a step forward. His pulse began to race and he could hear his heart pounding in his head making it ache with such pain he could barely stand it anymore. The officer pulled at the zipper and drew the black cover away. There lay Julia's pure white body. All life drained from her. Spike's eyes fell and his stomach wrenched. He began to dry heave as he fell to his knees.
"Spike!" Faye bent over and wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. Holding him close to her.
"If I gag on you it's not my fault. You're the one holding me…" Spike murmured as he hesitantly put his arms back around her and turned away from the table.
"Sir, do you know who this is?"
"Julia… Her name is Julia." Spike closed his eyes and forced the tears to stay in his eyes.
The man smiled as he zippered up the bag. "Hey, listen there is going to be a party here later tonight. Why don't you and your friends come? It'll be fun, free food, drink and enough music and dancing it'll make your head spin. It should help you get your mind off things."
Spike pulled away from Faye and stood up looking at the man. "Yeah, maybe. I guess we'll be in charge of the funeral arrangements?"
"If she doesn't have any family members sure, if you want to."
"I do." Spike looked at the body bag again as a dark cloud seemed to hover above him. 'Good-bye my love…'
"Okay, don't deal with that now. You two go get a hotel room and stuff now. If you're going to the party it's at eight o'clock. Tenth floor ball room." The man winked. "I'll get you VIP passes, since we don't let just anyone into these parties, alright?"
"Yeah…" Faye smiled as she and Spike walked out of the room.
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"How did it go?" Jet asked as Spike, Faye, and the group all walked out. When Faye from behind Spike, she shook her head violently at Jet.
"Don't go there!" She hissed low enough so Spike couldn't here.
"Uhh… Okay." Jet looked at Faye quickly. "Let's get checked in and go get something to eat then. How does that sound?"
"You guys go after we sign in; I'm going to get in the shower and then take a nap…" Spike mumbled sticking his hands into his pockets and walking mindlessly across the street nearly getting hit by a speeding truck and two cars.
"Spike you've got to get out of this." Faye sad barley louder then a whisper; she covered her mouth with her hands, as the truck swerved into a light poll.
'Damn it Spike get a hold of yourself!' Jet was going to yell, but kept it to himself.
Ed looked at Spike with her head cocked to one side as Ein whimpered. "Jet, what wrong with Spike?"
"He's doing the Cowboy Strut… The broken hearted Cowboy Strut…"
By Rachel*
Rated: R
Gender: Romance/Drama/Comedy
E-mail: DuckQueen2150@aol.com
-- I'm going to start a contest! Anyone who can draw the best picture from a scene in this story so far will get a prize(preferred to be Spike/Faye moments!)! What might you ask? Well, and AWARD OF COURSE! And the high ranking placement on my new web page in the making! So get those pens, pencils, computers whatever in gear and start drawing! All entries must be sent to my e-mail address (NO ATTACHMENTS PLEASE I CAN'T GET THEM) no later then:
June 15th 2002
Spread the word to your friends and family, I want as many peeps as possible entered into the contest! SO GET CRACKING! –
READ REVIEW & ENJOY CHAPTER 3!
- Chapter 3 -
Cowboy Strut
The Bebop fell into Mar's atmosphere. Releasing it's ruttier as it plunged into one of the few waterways there on the planet assessable to humans. Spike lit up a cigarette as he stepped out on the main deck and looked up at the sky. He thought about his life so far, and how it was going nowhere. Is it because of Vicious? Or maybe he should stop bounty hunting? 'Shit… Come on Spike what is wrong with you?!' Spike grabbed a hold of his green blob of hair and pulled trying to relieve the stress racking his brain.
"Migraine?" Faye asked as she walked out and heard him, mumbling something under his breath.
"Hmm… What's with the new look?" He looked Faye once over. She actully didn't look too bad… She was in short, tight little dark blue shorts and a creamy-yellow tank top that made her hair and emerald eyes stick out beautifully.
"I don't know I was going for a new look. What do you think Mr. Cowboy?" She smiled coyly and did a little pose for Spike.
"I," Spike's mouth hung agape for a second quickly closing as he turned away and took another puff from his cigarette. "You look… They're fine."
Faye smiled with satisfaction. "I think Mr. Cowboy is in love with me…" She glared pointing an accusing finger at Spike.
"Heh! That's a good one. Okay, Okay. You've paid me back from before alright? I surrender, I surrender." He shook his head removing thoughts from his mind.
"Uh huh… I've got you wrapped around my finger…"
"Heh, yeah you just try Val`." He chuckled closing his eyes and put out the cigarette smooching it on the metal surface of the Bebop.
"Is that a bet?" Faye whispered slyly as she moved quickly centimeters away from his tanned face.
"And if it was?" Spike replied in the same tone. His voice deeper then normal pulling away from her slightly.
Faye looked at him a little surprised by his reaction. But quickly made up for it. "Hmm… Two-hundred says I've got you in a week or less."
"Oh joy… I've got an easy two-hundred so I can buy myself some food." Spike exaggerated standing up and walking away from Faye's seductive gaze.
"Let's get going alright?" Jet came walking out with Ed and Ein fallowing close behind.
'Just in time to save me Jet…' Spike sighed a breath of relief as he stretched his arms into the air and nodded his head. "Yep, sounds okay to me…"
"Hmm…" Faye smiled glancing slightly at Spike. She smiled, what was happening? Why was he acting so… Outgoing? No, that was just Spike, he just seemed different now. Like he had given up on something his past maybe? No that couldn't be he still hated Vicious, but that hate would never go away now. Not after killing Julia.
I Will Remember You
I Will Remember You
(by Sarah McLachlan, Seamus Egan, and Dave Merenda)
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Remember the good times that we had?
I let them slip away from us when things got bad
How clearly I first saw you smilin' in the sun
Wanna feel your warmth upon me, I wanna be the one
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
I'm so tired but I can't sleep
Standin' on the edge of something much too deep
It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard
But I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
I'm so afraid to love you, but more afraid to loose
Clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose
Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night
You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light
And I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
And I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Weep not for the memories
'I'll never forget you Julia…' Were the only thoughts in Spike's mind as they drove up to the police station. His eyes fell dark and he almost turned around and started walking the other way before Faye bumped up against him pushing him forward to keep going.
"I'm here with you Spike… We all are." She pointed to Ed, Jet, and even Ein who had tagged along for the little road trip. "You aren't doing it alone. We'll do this together okay?"
"What are you talking about? I wasn't going to turn around. I was just going to light up a cigarette and wait for a moment before I went in." Spike mumbled. Faye smiled and nodded her head.
"Whatever you say Spike…" Faye walked up to the door as he moved slowly.
Step by step memories once again flashing through his mind over and over. Julia. Her hair, eyes. Everything about her came back at once. "I can't—" Spike trailed off as Faye came face to face with him again.
"Don't say you can't do this. You've come this far, and I sure as hell didn't get packed just so you can turn away and not face your fears Spike."
Spike's eyes went warm and he smiled. "Haa… Like you should be talking Faye."
"Hmm… Maybe, but at least you know something about yourself." Faye's eyes fell cold and Spike's heart retched.
'Yeah ass that's a way to tell her off…' He reached his arm out to grip a hold of her, but she pulled to quick. "Faye, I didn't mean it that way." He was shocked that his mouth even opened, but to say that?! 'I'm losing it… Julia what are you doing to me?'
"No, it's okay Spike. I don't care." Faye pressed on a fake smile and walked slowly with Spike into the police station. A tall building covered with shaded glass, a never ending fortress of windows that seemed to reach the stars.
"Is it Ed or does it seem Spike and Faye-Faye are acting weird?" Ed pulled on Jet's shirt to draw his attention.
"No, they're acting different all right… Defiantly different." Jet chuckled shaking his head. 'What are you getting yourselves into?'
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"Yes. They're just walking up to the door. I'll make sure they go…" An officer hung up the phone as Spike, Faye, Jet, Ed, and Ein all walked in through the sliding glass door. "Can I help you with anything?"
Spike looked at the man. He was tall with dark blue hair and gray- green eyes. He looked over to Faye and the others before speaking. "I was wondering if I could identify a body from the murders early this morning."
"Hmm," The man nodded looking around to all the faces. "Yes, come right this way. I hope you don't have a problem with morges."
"No… No problem, just the people in them is all." Spike looked at the guy. He seemed strange. His personality. For some reason wasn't… Cop like? The man chuckled slightly as he guided him into a room Faye fallowing behind. Ed, Ein, and Jet stayed behind. Seeing people frozen in a fridge wasn't something they felt like seeing.
"Are you his wife?" The cop looked at Faye who blushed at the comment.
"Ehh. Me, no I'm here for the morel support." She smiled sheepishly. Spike glanced over at her. The corners of his mouth curving upwards ever so slightly.
'Thank you Faye…' Spike thought as she walked up next to him. Faye pulled his hand of his pocket and held it gingerly as they entered the small room that felt more like a meat locker then a room. Spike didn't object or even hesitate. Instead he gripped a hold of her hand even more her eyes widened in surprise…
Scared. That's what how he felt. He didn't want to see Julia's body laying dead on a metal table. He wanted to hold onto the hope, that she'd come back to his welcoming arms. But she wasn't going to come back. She was gone, Spike had nothing more to hang onto, only the one hand that he held, that was all he had right then.
The man looked at a paper with names numbers and dates. Finding the UIB list he looked back at Spike. "One of the men, or the woman?"
Spike's breath caught. Faye closed her eyes and smiled slightly stepping a little closer and squeezing his left hand just a little tighter. Spike looked down at her and nodded. "The… The woman."
"Hmm… UIB number twenty-one." The man walked over to a door with a gold carving of the number twenty-one an opened it. Steam surrounded him with the mix of the cold… And very cold air and pulled out the metal table with a black bag that held… Julia within it.
"UIB?" Faye looked at him in question.
"Unidentified body… It what we say around here nowadays instead of John Does." He shrugged his shoulders and looked back at Spike. "You ready fella`?"
"Yeah, I'm ready." Spike let go of Faye's hand as he took a step forward. His pulse began to race and he could hear his heart pounding in his head making it ache with such pain he could barely stand it anymore. The officer pulled at the zipper and drew the black cover away. There lay Julia's pure white body. All life drained from her. Spike's eyes fell and his stomach wrenched. He began to dry heave as he fell to his knees.
"Spike!" Faye bent over and wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. Holding him close to her.
"If I gag on you it's not my fault. You're the one holding me…" Spike murmured as he hesitantly put his arms back around her and turned away from the table.
"Sir, do you know who this is?"
"Julia… Her name is Julia." Spike closed his eyes and forced the tears to stay in his eyes.
The man smiled as he zippered up the bag. "Hey, listen there is going to be a party here later tonight. Why don't you and your friends come? It'll be fun, free food, drink and enough music and dancing it'll make your head spin. It should help you get your mind off things."
Spike pulled away from Faye and stood up looking at the man. "Yeah, maybe. I guess we'll be in charge of the funeral arrangements?"
"If she doesn't have any family members sure, if you want to."
"I do." Spike looked at the body bag again as a dark cloud seemed to hover above him. 'Good-bye my love…'
"Okay, don't deal with that now. You two go get a hotel room and stuff now. If you're going to the party it's at eight o'clock. Tenth floor ball room." The man winked. "I'll get you VIP passes, since we don't let just anyone into these parties, alright?"
"Yeah…" Faye smiled as she and Spike walked out of the room.
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"How did it go?" Jet asked as Spike, Faye, and the group all walked out. When Faye from behind Spike, she shook her head violently at Jet.
"Don't go there!" She hissed low enough so Spike couldn't here.
"Uhh… Okay." Jet looked at Faye quickly. "Let's get checked in and go get something to eat then. How does that sound?"
"You guys go after we sign in; I'm going to get in the shower and then take a nap…" Spike mumbled sticking his hands into his pockets and walking mindlessly across the street nearly getting hit by a speeding truck and two cars.
"Spike you've got to get out of this." Faye sad barley louder then a whisper; she covered her mouth with her hands, as the truck swerved into a light poll.
'Damn it Spike get a hold of yourself!' Jet was going to yell, but kept it to himself.
Ed looked at Spike with her head cocked to one side as Ein whimpered. "Jet, what wrong with Spike?"
"He's doing the Cowboy Strut… The broken hearted Cowboy Strut…"