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(I'm glad to know you wanna know how the next chapter goes)
Yeah, and y'all know that Cowboy Bebop most definately doesn't belong to me.
Whisper
By: Kyla Kaiba
Chapter Two: Nothing's Changed
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The green-haired misfit grinned wider, ecstatic at the sight of his friend. "Hey, Jet."
For a moment, the other man just stared. Here was Spike, standing in the Bebop again. It had been almost two weeks since he'd disappeared and Jet had been almost sure that he was never returning. But there he stood. And he wasn't a figament of his imagination, because Ed most obviously could see him and was hugging him.
Spike watched him with a bemused expression. "What, no 'welcome back'? No 'I'm so glad you're alive'? Oh, yeah, that probably would come from the woman. Where is she anyway?" He realized then that Faye wasn't in the room, scolding him, arguing with him, or laughing at him. It was strange. He'd expected that to remain the same.
"Uh, Spike, I wouldn't talk to her right now. She's not... feeling well."
"Eh? Is she sick?"
"Well, you could say that, I suppose."
"What's wrong with her?"
"She's in her bedroom, holed up. She won't come out, won't talk to anybody, won't eat or sleep. All she does is brood and drink alcohol. I'm getting worried about her." Jet shook his head sadly. Spike merely stared.
"Why?"
"You stupid idiot."
"What?!"
"Spike-personnnn!" Ed exclaimed, causing both men to look at her. She released him and backed off, gazing earnestly up at his face. "Faye-Faye was sad that Spike-person left! Ed knows because Ed listens to Faye-Faye! Ed was coming out of the toilet-room and heard Faye-Faye crying! Yep yep yep! Now, Ed has not seen Faye-Faye in three days, but Jet-person went to see her and she's not dead, nope nope nope!"
Spike gazed at the girl in mild confusion. "Sad because I left?"
Ed shook her head and the smile disappeared, replaced by a look of exasperation. "Spike-person really is a lunkhead, just like Faye-Faye says!"
Lunkhead... there's something I haven't heard for a while, Spike thought. "Well, if she really was sad that I left, I should go see her and show her I'm back, right? Man, of all people, I thought Faye would be the least worried about me."
Without waiting for Jet's approval, he turned and headed down the hall towards Faye's room. Strange, that she'd worry about him... In fact, it was strange that she even cared he was gone.
When he reached her door, he knocked a couple times.
"Jet, if it's you again, I told you to go the hell away, I don't feel like talking."
Her voice, Spike noticed, made it sound like her tongue was made out of sandpaper. He didn't care if she wanted him to come in or not, he pushed the door open and walked into the room.
It was cold and dark inside and he immediately wondered how she'd been living in these conditions for three days, if it was true what Ed and Jet said. There were several bottles of liquor scattered around her bed. One was still half full. As for Faye herself, she was lying upon the bed without any covers on in her sleeping clothes - shorts and a tank top - that looked very wrinkled. From what Spike could see, she needed a shower, decent nourishment, and some human contact.
"Damn it, I told you not to come in here."
She didn't get up from her belly-flopped position on the bed. He simply stood there, at a loss. It was enough that she'd even care he was gone. It was another that she'd be sitting in her bedroom in this condition. Spike just stood there, his hands in his pockets, and waited.
"Well, if you're gonna just sit there all day, you might as well tell me whatever it is you have to say and - " She finally turned around and her words were cut off sharply. The black and white fuzz of the TV lit up enough of the room so that she could see Spike and he could see her emerald eyes slowly widening until they were the size of plates.
Oh my god... It's Spike. It's really him. He's back... and he's... not...
"...Spike...?"
"Hey."
For a moment, neither said anything. Finally, Spike, looking for a neutral conversation starter, casually said "So... how've ya been?"
Everything that had been building up inside of Faye exploded. "How do you THINK I've been?!" she cried, making him jump. "How does it LOOK like I've been?! Miserable! I was worried sick about you! Jet, Ed, and I... we thought you were dead. And you waltz in here like nothing ever happened! I know Jet and Ed are forgiving of such behavior, that Jet, being Jet, can put up with it and Ed's too shallow to care. But me... I was worried. Stressed. I sat in here and got drunk a thousand times. I counted thousands of sheep trying to get to sleep. After about a week and a half, it sunk in. I stopped being optimistic. I stopped thinking you were coming back. I gave up!"
"But why?" he asked, at a loss. "Why did you care so much?"
Because I love you!! her mind screamed.
"Well, I'm your friend and somewhat of a business partner. Why wouldn't I worry?"
Stupid woman... she scolded herself.
"Well... as you can see, I'm here and I'm perfectly healthy. So what's with the worry? Nothing has happened to me, Faye. I beat Vicious, I avenged Julia."
Julia...
That was the last person Faye wanted to hear about. She had to remind herself to calm down. "Well, goody. Spike Spiegel's back to wreck havoc upon our boring little lives. I consider myself blessed."
"Hey... you wanted me back," he said, grinning.
"I suppose I did. Life is boring without you, lunkhead."
"Lunkhead..." Spike laughed. "Nothing's changed."
Ah... Faye thought, sitting up. But there, you're wrong.
An outcast coming home, opinions stay the same
They'll spit them out and spin me right back through the door
The louder that we scream, the more invisible we seem
Is it gonna last forever
Now I'm learning the lies
From the skies where they reign
Can't find shelter for myself
And you're all to blame
And I remember, and I recall
And I can see that nothing's changed at all
Though we falter, we don't have to fall
And I can see that nothing's changed at all
***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***
Hmmm... gotta wonder... Will Faye tell Spike how she feels? (I don't even know...) And does Spike feel the same? Ahhh... guess you'll have to wait and find out!
This particular song, especially the first line and chorus, were selected mainly to show Spike's coming home and that he thinks nothing's changed but he's wrong and... yeah... you probably get it. *blush* ~Kyla
Yeah, and y'all know that Cowboy Bebop most definately doesn't belong to me.
Whisper
By: Kyla Kaiba
Chapter Two: Nothing's Changed
***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***
The green-haired misfit grinned wider, ecstatic at the sight of his friend. "Hey, Jet."
For a moment, the other man just stared. Here was Spike, standing in the Bebop again. It had been almost two weeks since he'd disappeared and Jet had been almost sure that he was never returning. But there he stood. And he wasn't a figament of his imagination, because Ed most obviously could see him and was hugging him.
Spike watched him with a bemused expression. "What, no 'welcome back'? No 'I'm so glad you're alive'? Oh, yeah, that probably would come from the woman. Where is she anyway?" He realized then that Faye wasn't in the room, scolding him, arguing with him, or laughing at him. It was strange. He'd expected that to remain the same.
"Uh, Spike, I wouldn't talk to her right now. She's not... feeling well."
"Eh? Is she sick?"
"Well, you could say that, I suppose."
"What's wrong with her?"
"She's in her bedroom, holed up. She won't come out, won't talk to anybody, won't eat or sleep. All she does is brood and drink alcohol. I'm getting worried about her." Jet shook his head sadly. Spike merely stared.
"Why?"
"You stupid idiot."
"What?!"
"Spike-personnnn!" Ed exclaimed, causing both men to look at her. She released him and backed off, gazing earnestly up at his face. "Faye-Faye was sad that Spike-person left! Ed knows because Ed listens to Faye-Faye! Ed was coming out of the toilet-room and heard Faye-Faye crying! Yep yep yep! Now, Ed has not seen Faye-Faye in three days, but Jet-person went to see her and she's not dead, nope nope nope!"
Spike gazed at the girl in mild confusion. "Sad because I left?"
Ed shook her head and the smile disappeared, replaced by a look of exasperation. "Spike-person really is a lunkhead, just like Faye-Faye says!"
Lunkhead... there's something I haven't heard for a while, Spike thought. "Well, if she really was sad that I left, I should go see her and show her I'm back, right? Man, of all people, I thought Faye would be the least worried about me."
Without waiting for Jet's approval, he turned and headed down the hall towards Faye's room. Strange, that she'd worry about him... In fact, it was strange that she even cared he was gone.
When he reached her door, he knocked a couple times.
"Jet, if it's you again, I told you to go the hell away, I don't feel like talking."
Her voice, Spike noticed, made it sound like her tongue was made out of sandpaper. He didn't care if she wanted him to come in or not, he pushed the door open and walked into the room.
It was cold and dark inside and he immediately wondered how she'd been living in these conditions for three days, if it was true what Ed and Jet said. There were several bottles of liquor scattered around her bed. One was still half full. As for Faye herself, she was lying upon the bed without any covers on in her sleeping clothes - shorts and a tank top - that looked very wrinkled. From what Spike could see, she needed a shower, decent nourishment, and some human contact.
"Damn it, I told you not to come in here."
She didn't get up from her belly-flopped position on the bed. He simply stood there, at a loss. It was enough that she'd even care he was gone. It was another that she'd be sitting in her bedroom in this condition. Spike just stood there, his hands in his pockets, and waited.
"Well, if you're gonna just sit there all day, you might as well tell me whatever it is you have to say and - " She finally turned around and her words were cut off sharply. The black and white fuzz of the TV lit up enough of the room so that she could see Spike and he could see her emerald eyes slowly widening until they were the size of plates.
Oh my god... It's Spike. It's really him. He's back... and he's... not...
"...Spike...?"
"Hey."
For a moment, neither said anything. Finally, Spike, looking for a neutral conversation starter, casually said "So... how've ya been?"
Everything that had been building up inside of Faye exploded. "How do you THINK I've been?!" she cried, making him jump. "How does it LOOK like I've been?! Miserable! I was worried sick about you! Jet, Ed, and I... we thought you were dead. And you waltz in here like nothing ever happened! I know Jet and Ed are forgiving of such behavior, that Jet, being Jet, can put up with it and Ed's too shallow to care. But me... I was worried. Stressed. I sat in here and got drunk a thousand times. I counted thousands of sheep trying to get to sleep. After about a week and a half, it sunk in. I stopped being optimistic. I stopped thinking you were coming back. I gave up!"
"But why?" he asked, at a loss. "Why did you care so much?"
Because I love you!! her mind screamed.
"Well, I'm your friend and somewhat of a business partner. Why wouldn't I worry?"
Stupid woman... she scolded herself.
"Well... as you can see, I'm here and I'm perfectly healthy. So what's with the worry? Nothing has happened to me, Faye. I beat Vicious, I avenged Julia."
Julia...
That was the last person Faye wanted to hear about. She had to remind herself to calm down. "Well, goody. Spike Spiegel's back to wreck havoc upon our boring little lives. I consider myself blessed."
"Hey... you wanted me back," he said, grinning.
"I suppose I did. Life is boring without you, lunkhead."
"Lunkhead..." Spike laughed. "Nothing's changed."
Ah... Faye thought, sitting up. But there, you're wrong.
An outcast coming home, opinions stay the same
They'll spit them out and spin me right back through the door
The louder that we scream, the more invisible we seem
Is it gonna last forever
Now I'm learning the lies
From the skies where they reign
Can't find shelter for myself
And you're all to blame
And I remember, and I recall
And I can see that nothing's changed at all
Though we falter, we don't have to fall
And I can see that nothing's changed at all
***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***
Hmmm... gotta wonder... Will Faye tell Spike how she feels? (I don't even know...) And does Spike feel the same? Ahhh... guess you'll have to wait and find out!
This particular song, especially the first line and chorus, were selected mainly to show Spike's coming home and that he thinks nothing's changed but he's wrong and... yeah... you probably get it. *blush* ~Kyla