A/n: During my revision some stuff I was way too lazy to fix.
I don't own bebop
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Chapter 2
Faye began to draw the gun from behind her back. Jake was staring at her face, blood trickled from her bottom lip and a bruise was forming on her cheek. He paid no attention to her as she pulled the revolver from its hiding place. He didn't care. He knew he was faster than her and he was definitely a better aim. Faye staggered as she aimed the gun, she squinted, trying to differentiate between the five Jake's standing before her. She decided to aim for the one in the middle, and as her finger itched at the trigger the door was kicked open violently.
BAM!
The shot rang through the room out into the hallway. Spike stood in the doorway stunned, his gun raised at the spot where Jake, the asshole once stood. Where did that shot come from? He wondered. His eyes found Faye standing with her back to the wall. She stood frozen. Her breath caught in her chest. I shot him. I shot him. I don't know if he's dead. But I fucking shot him.
"Faye." Spike said bringing her out of her trance.
Faye slightly snapped out of it. Who had said her name? She looked slowly towards the door. Five Spike Spiegels stared back at her.
"Faye, you look like shit," the five said in unison. Faye just stared at them, and then everything went black.
"Greeattt." Spike muttered as he walked over to her. What the hell happened to her clothes? He thought removing his signature blue suit jacket. He removed the revolver from her palm and shoved it in the back of his pants before wrapping her in his coat. The cowboy hoisted her up and carried her away from the gruesome scene in the hotel room.
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Spike strolled into the common room of the bebop and noticed that the only other living being on the ship aside from himself, and the shrew woman, was the dog.
"Where'd they all go Ein?" He asked as if the mutt would understand.
The small dog barked in return. Spike nodded as if understanding. Dropping Faye on the couch he went in search of medical supplies.
"I don't know what I'm doing with all this stuff, but I'll try okay, Faye?"
She moaned in her sleep and he took that as her reply.
He removed his bloodied suit jacket from her wounded body and tossed it in the garbage.
As he began to clean her wounds, she stirred in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open momentarily but her whole world spun as she tried to focus in on Spike's face.
"Spike.I...what.thank.I..ple..uh..I." She babbled.
"Shut up Faye. Just rest now, we'll argue later."
She tried to nod. "If.youthinkI.lookbad.you.. Shou.ld..seethe otherguy." she mumbled before passing out again.
After he finished with her wounds the cowboy covered her up with a blanket, and went to his room. He wanted to ask Faye why she had let that guy push her around, why she had left, why she didn't take any money this time, what her deal was. He had a thousand questions he wanted to ask, but he knew he probably never would.
So he asked himself, why the hell do you care? She's a pain in the ass. You should have just let that guy beat the shit out of her some more; maybe he would have even killed her. She'd be out of everyone's hair. No more worrying, no more wasting gas chasing off after her, and there would be plenty of money to go around since she wouldn't be wasting it anymore. No. Spike thought. She didn't deserve to die like that even if she is a pain in the ass. He sighed, taking another drag of his cigarette he stared at the ceiling and waited.
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I don't own bebop
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Chapter 2
Faye began to draw the gun from behind her back. Jake was staring at her face, blood trickled from her bottom lip and a bruise was forming on her cheek. He paid no attention to her as she pulled the revolver from its hiding place. He didn't care. He knew he was faster than her and he was definitely a better aim. Faye staggered as she aimed the gun, she squinted, trying to differentiate between the five Jake's standing before her. She decided to aim for the one in the middle, and as her finger itched at the trigger the door was kicked open violently.
BAM!
The shot rang through the room out into the hallway. Spike stood in the doorway stunned, his gun raised at the spot where Jake, the asshole once stood. Where did that shot come from? He wondered. His eyes found Faye standing with her back to the wall. She stood frozen. Her breath caught in her chest. I shot him. I shot him. I don't know if he's dead. But I fucking shot him.
"Faye." Spike said bringing her out of her trance.
Faye slightly snapped out of it. Who had said her name? She looked slowly towards the door. Five Spike Spiegels stared back at her.
"Faye, you look like shit," the five said in unison. Faye just stared at them, and then everything went black.
"Greeattt." Spike muttered as he walked over to her. What the hell happened to her clothes? He thought removing his signature blue suit jacket. He removed the revolver from her palm and shoved it in the back of his pants before wrapping her in his coat. The cowboy hoisted her up and carried her away from the gruesome scene in the hotel room.
*-
Spike strolled into the common room of the bebop and noticed that the only other living being on the ship aside from himself, and the shrew woman, was the dog.
"Where'd they all go Ein?" He asked as if the mutt would understand.
The small dog barked in return. Spike nodded as if understanding. Dropping Faye on the couch he went in search of medical supplies.
"I don't know what I'm doing with all this stuff, but I'll try okay, Faye?"
She moaned in her sleep and he took that as her reply.
He removed his bloodied suit jacket from her wounded body and tossed it in the garbage.
As he began to clean her wounds, she stirred in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open momentarily but her whole world spun as she tried to focus in on Spike's face.
"Spike.I...what.thank.I..ple..uh..I." She babbled.
"Shut up Faye. Just rest now, we'll argue later."
She tried to nod. "If.youthinkI.lookbad.you.. Shou.ld..seethe otherguy." she mumbled before passing out again.
After he finished with her wounds the cowboy covered her up with a blanket, and went to his room. He wanted to ask Faye why she had let that guy push her around, why she had left, why she didn't take any money this time, what her deal was. He had a thousand questions he wanted to ask, but he knew he probably never would.
So he asked himself, why the hell do you care? She's a pain in the ass. You should have just let that guy beat the shit out of her some more; maybe he would have even killed her. She'd be out of everyone's hair. No more worrying, no more wasting gas chasing off after her, and there would be plenty of money to go around since she wouldn't be wasting it anymore. No. Spike thought. She didn't deserve to die like that even if she is a pain in the ass. He sighed, taking another drag of his cigarette he stared at the ceiling and waited.
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