Sumimasen. I'm sorry but I can't say that I didn't warn you I said I was evil. And no body gets happily ever after no matter what the story books say. You have no idea how much I didn't want that to happen but it had to I can't control it. But what really happened is for you to decide.
Sorry this is taking so long being home is making me Lazy. But now I just got back from taking the SAT so I feel like writing yay! Writing: story:: SAT: tiffo's death
Sorry again, there have been many problems, problems with Fan fic.net, problems with them switching my Internet line and us losing it for about a day, and then the whole going on vacation for a week.
I'm gonna put more comments and the response to reviews at the end.
I don't own Bebop or "Hello" By Evanescence(obviously if I said that they did it.)
Epilogue: Untitled
Playground school bell rings.
Again.
Rain clouds come to play.
Again.
The mass exodus of children flowed towards Spike. In the crowd he could see a green head sticking up over many of his class mates'. Landis waved and came towards them. Spike smiled down at Faye who mirrored his action.
"Mom can I go play for a few minuets?"
"I don't know we were going over to uncle Jet's later remember."
"Mom please." Landis drew out his please into a large smile.
"You'd have to ask your father."
"Dad?" Landis moved his large grin to Spike.
"Five minuets. Don't get too dirty."
"YES!" Landis dropped his backpack and ran towards the playground.
Spike and Faye walked to a bench and sat watching the children clamber over every inch of the play area. Spike held a dark look in his eye. Like a storm hanging just over him.
"Spike."
Spike blinked away the clouds. "Huh, yeah."
"It only makes it worse the more you think about it."
"How…"
"Can't we just enjoy this for the moment. Don't think to hard. You might hurt yourself." She smiled coyly at him. He smiled back but it was with out feeling. He was preoccupied with his thoughts again.
I'm being stupid for making this so hard, why can't I just do it?
"I don't know. I've been wondering that myself." Faye smiled wider at him.
"What the… how did you know…"
Faye's smile faded and her face grew stern.
"It's alright you know."
He looked into her eyes painful questions burning through his mind.
"It's not a bad thing."
"Normally, but I'm…"
"His father so you shouldn't be afraid of getting close to him. Of loving him."
"But, everyone I loved… they got… hurt…I just… Julia …and you…"
"Shhh. You know what they say third time's the charm."
"Faye."
"I'm serious Spike."
"I know and I'm trying; it's just kinda, weird, I guess. I just need to get used to it."
"I know, your doing great; but just remember Landis needs you now so please for both your sakes. Open that frigid ice box you call a heart and let him in."
"Gee thanks." Spike said looking back to the playground.
Her cold fingers came to his face ever so lightly. He turned back to her.
"Please Spike."
Spike lifted his hand to where hers was on his face only to find that it passed right through hers to his own cheek.
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
His eyes widened. "No Faye."
"I'm sorry Spike." She smiled softly as her image began to dissolve and scatter in the wind.
"Not yet!" He watched her fade away. "Faye!"
Spike's shout jarred him from his sleep on the couch. He clutched at the edge of the couch a glisten of sweat gripping his clothes to him. The dampness causing him to shiver in the cool air of the ship. At least he wanted to think it was the wetness and cool air.
Hello.
I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to.
Hello.
"Go away." Spike told encroaching thoughts that tried to find their way into his conscious from deeper inside his mind. He stood slowly rotating his shoulders and neck. He was getting too old to sleep on the couch.
The ship was so quiet a gentle purr of an engine, a soft creak every now and again. It was so different from before when you couldn't get a moments rest. Same circumstances and still so different. There was still a dog and a kid there was… Oh. Ok so some of the circumstances were different. It was just amazing how much it could change. And how fast. He could hear the soft sounds of sheets moving and quiet noises of discomfort coming from Faye's room.
He was already in the doorway when Landis' nightmare woke him in a flurry of sheets and a lost call of "Mommy!" Spike crouched next to the frightened boy. And two pairs of identical eyes met. Only three were the same color but they all held a lost look that made them slightly hollow like they absorbed light rather then reflected it.
"Hey." Spike whispered to him. He moved his hand to brush down some of the boy's tangled locks.
Landis looked at him with pain filled eyes and chewed on his bottom lip fighting with the emotions inside him. Just like Faye, Spike thought to himself. "You have a bad dream?"
Landis nodded.
"Don't worry its over now."
"I want my mom." Landis grabbed Spikes shirt and held himself against him.
"I know." Spike unsurely wrapped his arms back around the boy. "She's sleeping now." He sat holding his son slowly the uneasiness draining out of him. He moved onto the bed and sat against the wall at the head. Landis curled against him and soon was sound asleep in his arms. Spike thought of just sleeping like this but the back and neck ache he would have in the morning decided that it wasn't such a good idea. He waited a bit longer then carefully repositioned the boy in the bed and slipped from the room.
Throwing off his shirt he rubbed at a sore spot on the back of his neck. He yawed as he slipped into bed his eyes sliding closed immediately.
He could feel her next to him; soft breaths slowly sliding in and out of her slightly opened mouth. It was so vivid in his mind. He sighed.
He heard a mirroring sigh. "Don't tell me it's tiring you down already."
If I smile
And don't believe
He kept his eyes closed not wanting to see the empty dark that accompanied her sweet voice.
Soon I know
I'll wake from this dream
Her thin fingers drew a cool line along the fresh scar on his chest. It was the second of two such scars.
Don't try to fix me
I'm not broken
Two women, two scars Spike thought a frown setting itself on his face.
Hello
I'm the lie
Living for you
So you can hide
Two pasts that would always haunt him. Never let him go. When he finally got rid of the first the second one hit. They would never stop hurting him and he didn't want them to.
Don't Cry
The feel of her hand against his skin was torture.
"Stop it." He whispered. This wasn't fair why couldn't his mind just leave him alone.
He sighed and reached to brush it away but a soft hand stopped him and moved his hand to his own chest.
"Go to sleep." She told him.
"I am asleep."
She ran her fingers through his hair; "I know." She said kissing him softly. He felt the darkness tugging at his mind.
"Just a dream." He muttered as he rolled over to his side away from the tempting presence.
He had almost overcome the dream when her hand found his shoulder and tugged gently at it.
This was too much, he really had gone crazy this time.
"Leave me the hell alone."
"But you're so damn sexy when you're all angsty." She continued to rub her hand on his shoulder. Imaginary hand, he reminded himself.
Too many nights had he lay on the couch dreaming like this too many nights where he woke up knowing the truth. It had to stop.
"I said stop it."
The hand stopped and drew away a small pain struck Spike.
"Well fine if you're gonna be a damn ass about it." The presence moved. "Freaking asshole."
She seemed so real now; now that she was closer to normal.
"Faye." He asked the air. He moved to his back looking at the ceiling through his eyelids. The bed shifted.
"Just look at me." The voice asked.
Hoping to end this nightmare Spike allowed his eyes to open.
Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping
Hello
I'm still here
All that's left of yesterday
Is it the dream…
END
Hey hey Tiffo here well there you have it the end. Now if you are confused on some things then well. GOOD my job here is done. I'm sorry I'm an author and I mean that in the purest sense of the word. I create with words. And I believe that stories shouldn't end, life never does. And I don't believe it should all be explained and slapped out in your face, again life isn't. And what I always strive to achieve is a sense of realism so it goes the way it goes. Now I know you all want to know what really happened. But truth fully I don't know. Read and come to your own conclusions. See what the text tells you.
Reviews:
I'm sorry that so many of you were mad. But actually I'm not if that makes sense. Knowing that my story had touched you on an emotional level. Knowing that you felt something because of what I wrote is the most amazing thing and most wonderful thing that I could have hoped for. So again I am sorry if you found things went ways you disliked. But I don't control it I write what comes to me and what feels right. And that was what I felt as much as I hated it.
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Nova= I'm glad you read so much into my story I like to think that I can find a realistic picture for people and its nice when someone complements me on the job.
RuRsHeR= Thanx like I said before I strive to give you the best I can. And also that is very nice with you noticing that but as I said to Catwomanmeow7151 I can't say anything about that the decision is up to you.
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eve rednellac = I am so glad that you cried. And I'm sorry that that makes me seem twisted
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pimpin satan = I hope that Prozac worked out for you. And thank you.
Thank you to everybody that has and may review. They mean a lot to me.
PS. For basic info I have started another CB fic its kinda a song fic and it's a bit different but then again I guess not.
Tiffo signing off. Byers
Tiffo the Chicken Flea.
1 night 8 years
Completed: June 23, 2003 4:12 AM