A/n: man these chapters are short.
No own Bebop
Chapter 3
Faye's eyes shot open. She knew she wasn't in the hotel anymore, but where the hell was she? How'd she get here? More importantly, who brought her here? Her head was spinning, while her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness. She tried to roll over or just move in anyway but it hurt too much. She winced, one hand reached out to her chest feeling around for her wound. She winced again finding it. I'm practically naked, Faye thought. It was slightly difficult for her to breathe. She tried once more to raise herself from the couch, but to no avail. She collapsed once again. Trying to catch her breath, she waited.
It's now or never, she told herself, if I can't do it this time I'm just going to wait until someone comes along to help me. Trying to sit up again, she felt a hand behind her back slowly pushing her up. Whose hand this was however was anyone's guess. After they had successfully helped her to a sitting position the figure reached over and turned on a light.
Faye looked up at her helper and gasped. "S-Spike?" she muttered still swaying around, her head still groggy.
"You look like shit Faye," he repeated in his normal bored tone.
"Gee thanks. If I look like shit then why'd you take off my shirt?"
Spike put his hands in the air as if to defend himself. "Hey, I'm not the one who took your shirt off. You can thank that asshole at the hotel for that. "
Faye winced, remembering Jake. She vaguely remembered shooting him. But she did remember him kicking her ass. She looked up at Spike, she opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't remember what she wanted to ask him, well she didn't know what to ask him first.
"How."
"Ed sent me after you, "Spike started talking before she could even ask him completely.
"Why? I didn't take anything of yours this time? Why even bother looking for me?" Faye demanded.
Spike turned away, he walked over to the window staring out into space he said, "I don't know. I guess the kid missed you, besides I didn't have anything better to do. She gave me all the information I would need to find you, and I did, didn't I?"
"Yeah."
"Now let me ask you something," he began. Ah, fuck it I might as well ask her. "What the hell were you doing with that guy anyway Faye?"
"Why do you care?" she asked defensively. Her head shot up to stare at him but all she saw was his bare back.
"Because I am sick of having to chase after to you all the time. It seems like every time you leave you make worse decisions. How'd you get yourself wrapped up with a scumbag like that?"
"I didn't ask you to rescue me," she muttered.
"No you didn't. But someone else did, someone who obviously cares about you. She wouldn't want to see you dead. . ." Spike still gazed out into space as he said this. Faye still stared at the back of his head.
"What are you trying to prove anyway? If I didn't come 'rescue' you, you'd probably be dead."
"Might as well be." she muttered.
"You act so tough but you're the weakest one out of all of us."
"I am not weak!" She shouted trying to stand, but she felt her legs giving out on her. She closed her eyes bracing herself for the fall; she waited a few seconds and felt nothing, she opened her eyes. She was face to face with Spike's chin. "What the.?" she asked
He looked down at her as if she were a child, " come on Faye." he said hoisting her up into his arms once more.
"Can you drop me off at the bathroom, I want to take a bath. I'm covered in blood."
"Faye you can barely stand, how are you going to bathe?"
Faye sighed.
"Fine," he said sounding slightly aggravated. He took her into the bathroom; turning on the light he sat her down on the toilet. He let the water run while he lit up another cigarette. Taking a few drags he then passed it along to Faye, who did the same and handed it back. Spike felt the water, balancing the cigarette between his lips he lifted up Faye once more and plopped her in the tub fully clothed.
"Hey Spike!" She called out as he pulled the shower curtain shut so he could no longer see her.
"I'm still wearing all my clothes!" she shrieked
"Yeah, and? Take your bath I'll be back in fifteen minutes," he said waving his hand at her as he left the bathroom.
No own Bebop
Chapter 3
Faye's eyes shot open. She knew she wasn't in the hotel anymore, but where the hell was she? How'd she get here? More importantly, who brought her here? Her head was spinning, while her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness. She tried to roll over or just move in anyway but it hurt too much. She winced, one hand reached out to her chest feeling around for her wound. She winced again finding it. I'm practically naked, Faye thought. It was slightly difficult for her to breathe. She tried once more to raise herself from the couch, but to no avail. She collapsed once again. Trying to catch her breath, she waited.
It's now or never, she told herself, if I can't do it this time I'm just going to wait until someone comes along to help me. Trying to sit up again, she felt a hand behind her back slowly pushing her up. Whose hand this was however was anyone's guess. After they had successfully helped her to a sitting position the figure reached over and turned on a light.
Faye looked up at her helper and gasped. "S-Spike?" she muttered still swaying around, her head still groggy.
"You look like shit Faye," he repeated in his normal bored tone.
"Gee thanks. If I look like shit then why'd you take off my shirt?"
Spike put his hands in the air as if to defend himself. "Hey, I'm not the one who took your shirt off. You can thank that asshole at the hotel for that. "
Faye winced, remembering Jake. She vaguely remembered shooting him. But she did remember him kicking her ass. She looked up at Spike, she opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't remember what she wanted to ask him, well she didn't know what to ask him first.
"How."
"Ed sent me after you, "Spike started talking before she could even ask him completely.
"Why? I didn't take anything of yours this time? Why even bother looking for me?" Faye demanded.
Spike turned away, he walked over to the window staring out into space he said, "I don't know. I guess the kid missed you, besides I didn't have anything better to do. She gave me all the information I would need to find you, and I did, didn't I?"
"Yeah."
"Now let me ask you something," he began. Ah, fuck it I might as well ask her. "What the hell were you doing with that guy anyway Faye?"
"Why do you care?" she asked defensively. Her head shot up to stare at him but all she saw was his bare back.
"Because I am sick of having to chase after to you all the time. It seems like every time you leave you make worse decisions. How'd you get yourself wrapped up with a scumbag like that?"
"I didn't ask you to rescue me," she muttered.
"No you didn't. But someone else did, someone who obviously cares about you. She wouldn't want to see you dead. . ." Spike still gazed out into space as he said this. Faye still stared at the back of his head.
"What are you trying to prove anyway? If I didn't come 'rescue' you, you'd probably be dead."
"Might as well be." she muttered.
"You act so tough but you're the weakest one out of all of us."
"I am not weak!" She shouted trying to stand, but she felt her legs giving out on her. She closed her eyes bracing herself for the fall; she waited a few seconds and felt nothing, she opened her eyes. She was face to face with Spike's chin. "What the.?" she asked
He looked down at her as if she were a child, " come on Faye." he said hoisting her up into his arms once more.
"Can you drop me off at the bathroom, I want to take a bath. I'm covered in blood."
"Faye you can barely stand, how are you going to bathe?"
Faye sighed.
"Fine," he said sounding slightly aggravated. He took her into the bathroom; turning on the light he sat her down on the toilet. He let the water run while he lit up another cigarette. Taking a few drags he then passed it along to Faye, who did the same and handed it back. Spike felt the water, balancing the cigarette between his lips he lifted up Faye once more and plopped her in the tub fully clothed.
"Hey Spike!" She called out as he pulled the shower curtain shut so he could no longer see her.
"I'm still wearing all my clothes!" she shrieked
"Yeah, and? Take your bath I'll be back in fifteen minutes," he said waving his hand at her as he left the bathroom.