Gods, all of my other chapters are on my Dad's laptop so I have no way, unless…..OH! Be right back. Well that little adventure was not helpful, stupid Microsoft Word…
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Took long enough. Oi, I'm afraid that these next couple of chapters might be kind of non satisfactorial. I'm desperately trying to figure out how to set it all down properly. So if it bugs, I'm so sorry. Once its figured out things should be running smoothly. Things must be done and explained before I really get anywhere, and I hate that. I never get a lot of time to do one good long chapter. Well I'll just make some.
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop. I think the only thing I have is an Ohio quarter that I've been saving. But I might have used that for lunch money or something.
Thoughts are in 'single' quotes
Flashbacks are indicated by a line____ _
(Did you know that there are 41 underscore marks to each flashback line? I counted and made sure that it was the same every time.^_^. I'm such a doofus)
Something Different
"Jet!" Spike yelled angrily, as he stomped down the hall her laughter echoed behind him. She was getting on his nerves. He didn't see what was so funny about nearly ripping his hair out of his head with a neon pink comb. " What the hell is so funny about this Faye, that hurt!" he whirled on her still fuming.
She took a couple of steps toward him from her end of the hallway. "Well, I got a PINK comb stuck in Mr. Jeet Kune Do I'm Gonna Kick Your Ass So Cool Spiegel's black or green or what ever inhuman color your hair is, hair. And you're really angry, but you have a pink comb sticking out of your head." she explained. He glared at her, that was obviously not the answer that he was looking to hear, "Well its not really that funny that I hurt you." She paused and looked a little thoughtful, "Actually , well it kinda-" he took a menacing step forward. "I'm not laughing at you I'm laughing with you!" she explained, and then burst out laughing again.
"Wench." he muttered as he walked off to find Jet.
Jet was in is bonsai room, pruning his miniature trees, figuring out which ones needed water, and which needed trimming. He was currently wrapping a strip of wire around one of the branches on a bonsai that had grown a bit unruly from not being tended to. The wire was to help the bonsai grow the right way. Bonsai grew very slowly, but Jet could tell. He wanted to finish this before he was interrupted and accidentally mutilated something, whether it be the bonsai or the person who would cause him to mutilate his bonsai. He had heard spike call his name a few moments ago, and he hoped that Spike didn't need him anymore.
"Jet!" Spike's voice coming from right outside his door caught him off guard and his hand that was wrapping the branch with wire jerked and ripped the branch right off the miniature tree. The branch and wire hung limply from his right hand. His eyebrow twitched. He turned to yell at Spike when his eyes were distracted by something pink? Lodged in Spike's hair.
He covered the laugher rising in his throat by clearing it, "Nice do. Uh, what happened to you?" He looked ridiculous with that comb sticking off his head. As far as he knew such a thing had never been seen on Bebop before. He wondered where it came from and how in god's name it had gotten into Spike's hair.
Spike shot Jet a dirty look, before saying, "Well, Faye was feeling particularly charitable, and she bought me a comb." he explained sarcastically. " Then she decided to help me comb my hair!" his clenched fist shook. He sighed, " It's stuck and," he looked away from Jet, " I need you to get it out." He would only admit needing help to anyone in the most extreme of circumstances, and he really need to get this comb off his head.
Obviously Spike needed his help and would not appreciate being tormented about it so Jet controlled himself, and said, "Okay, come here." Jet turned in his chair to face Spike and took off his gloves. Spike stepped forward and uncomfortably kneeled down in front of Jet and tilted his head towards him. He studied a bonsai clipping on the floor while Jet made small grunting noises as he gently tugged, and poked at the comb. He tried to peer past his forehead to see the comb, but that was impossible.
"Um, Spike?"
"Yeah, Jet?"
"It won't come out- " he stopped as Spike tried to get away, most likely to hunt down and kill the shrew. He grabbed a fistful of Spike's hair to stop him
"OW!" he yelled from that pain of suddenly being stopped short by his hair. He moved reluctantly back to his former position. "Fine."
'Sometimes Spike acts like such a child' Jet thought tiredly. "The only way to get the comb out is to cut it."
Spike looked up at him incredulously, "No way! No way am I cutting my hair." he replied stubbornly.
"Do you really want to go around with that thing until it works itself out?" Jet asked crossing his arms over his chest. "You and I both know what Faye would say." That last sentence was what broke him. He looked around sullenly, futilely trying to think of a way to get out of this without doing anything to his hair, but alas there was no other answer.
"Okay I'll be back in a few minutes." Spike said darkly, and stalked out of the room and went to the bathroom to say goodbye to his hair. He wanted to remember it how it had been before Faye had cruelly attacked it.
They both sat in the lounge, Spike on the couch, and Faye in the chair. Faye was reading a magazine and Spike had been trying to sleep until Faye had walked in with that stupid stuffed Panther sitting on her right shoulder. She had been doing that lately sometimes, going around with that thing on one shoulder. She had been trying to ignore his hair and not bust out laughing. He knew it. He was also trying not to laugh at the sight of Faye reading her magazine with this stuffed animal on her shoulder as if it was the most natural, normal thing in the world.
Her eyes flicked to his hair and a smile appeared on her face and she ducked her head biting her lip. "Say anything and you die." He said casually.
She managed to make the smile disappear and replied with a straight face, "You say anything and you die." They glared at each other for a second and then nodded silently.
About an hour earlier Jet had cut the comb out of Spike's hair. He had done his best not to botch it, and it looked alright after Jet was finished. The end result was that there was a patch near the front of Spike's head where the hair was about two inches shorter then the rest. You didn't notice it unless you looked directly at his hair; but with his hair being so incredibly green, it was almost impossible not to look directly at it.
Suddenly Faye fell off the chair, and on to the floor, rolling from fits of laughter. "What did you do--do to it?!" Ger and the magazine were left on the chair as she laid on the floor laughing.
If Spike's eyebrow twitched when he was angry it would have been twitching like mad. He was totally fed up with this shit, and wasn't about to take any more from her. He lunged forward and grabbed Ger off the chair and stood triumphantly before Faye with Ger dangling by his tail from Spike's hand. Faye looked up at spike and was wiping a tear from the corner of one eye, when her brain registered that Spike had Ger and didn't look like he planned on hugging it. 'O krap.' she thought
"Hey! Give him back!" she said earnestly to Spike. She stood up trying to look as large and in charge as her small frame would allow her to. She reached out for Ger, but Spike pulled it easily out of her reach
She looked pretty serious, "Why ?" he said tauntingly down to her. He smirked at her and a looked past over her face before being hidden again. 'She's actually worried about this thing? Well good, I'll teach her a lesson ,' he smirk widened as this ran through his head.
"Spike, give it back, NOW."
"Hmm," he paused to pretend that he was thinking, "No." he turned and started walking away swinging Ger in circles by his tail. Faye lunged at his back growling. He turned around and pushed her away before she could tackle him and swung Ger up over his head.
"Spike, stop!" her voice pleading and her eyes followed Ger as he swung around over Spike's head.
"No." he chuckled and took another step back. Faye's eyes widened she heard a ripping sound. Spike saw her face and then he felt Ger go sailing across the room to land belly up on the couch. He stupidly looked up at his hand an saw Ger's tail.
Faye had gone several shades paler and slowly walked to the couch, and knelt down in front of Ger. She was past holding how much the stuffed animal meant to her in, past everything, it was just too much. She reached out slowly and picked up Ger pressing him into her chest, her head bowed. Her hair hung forward screening her face from view.
Spike didn't have a clue what to say, his mind had kind of frozen on the fact that the stuffed animal was over there, and it's tail was in his hand. He hadn't meant to break it just to tease her, maybe hide it from her and not give it back for a long time, but not break it. From the whole Pizzarro thing he had some idea of how much it meant to her, it was the only thing from her past that she had, other than the beta. He felt sad and immediately remembered, everything, with Whitney and the beta and when she told Ein her story, and her struggle to try and remember, anything. He genuinely feared for his life now, because she hadn't said anything. He took a couple of steps forward, " Faye, I-I didn't, I'm…" he trailed unable to think of an adequate thing to say.
When he had spoken she hadn't even acknowledged that he had said anything. Now, though she stood, still not looking up and stood in front of Spike. She reach out and held out her right hand. Spike placed the tail in her hand. She closed her fingers and withdrew her hand. It was then she looked up at him.
She had been shocked at first, unable to believe that one part was on the couch, and the other was in Spike's hand. That her beloved stuffed animal was in pieces. Then she thought well it's just a toy why should I care? But she did it was hers. Not just some toy, and Spike had broken it, just to get back at her. Yeah she had laughed, and maybe she didn't know when to leave well enough alone, but he broke it. She went hot then cold, and then hot again. She looked at him and said venomously, "How could you?" he voice was deathly quiet.
"Why did you have to go that far?"
He didn't know what to say, he was torn between trying not to care and trying to apologize.
"I hate you! You stupid lunkhead!" she screamed childishly, unable to form proper words to express her anger. Tears were running down her face, and then she punched his as hard as she could muster, and stomped off to her room. He could hear her sniffling as she went. He just laid on the floor trying to breath.
Jet came out from somewhere and asked, "What did you DO to her?"
Without answering Jet Spike got up and went to Faye's door. He could hear her crying through the door. He had done plenty of stuff to her before, but she had never been so devastated over anything that he could remember. He knocked. "You broke him! Go away!" came through the door. He opened it and leaned in a little. A pillow came flying at his head, he shut the door before it hit him.
At that moment Ed rolled by saying, "Doo-DOO-doo! You can not reach this number as dialed, please hang up and try again!" Ein ran by a couple of seconds later barking.
Spike sighed, and pulled out a cigarette.
