A/n: I want to write a big o fan fic. Herm.
Anyway, I'm trying to get out a couple chapters. I need ideas however. My brain is not cooperating with me. I know it's taking forever for the whole Spike/Faye thing to happen. But I'm trying really hard to keep them in character while getting them together. So it is quite difficult. I may have to take some liberties, and what not. But I will try. Reviewers are swell!
I don't own bebop. Very sorry.
".kdalkdfa.." = thinking ' adkjfkaljdfkl ' = subconscious talking
Chapter 7-
Faye stood in the room that Spike used for training. She was staring out the window waiting for The Hammerhead to come into view. But it never came. The female bounty hunter was truly worried about her missing friends. She had no idea where to look, where to start. The two had just disappeared without a trace. A bad feeling was growing in the pit of her stomach. If this is my fault.I.I. she didn't know what she would do. There wasn't a way to fix any of this. If she hadn't have left none of this would ever have happened. I'm so stupid, she realized. She dropped her head into her hands; small tears sliding down her face. Her raven locks falling to cover her shame. Spike stood in the doorway watching her, smoking as usual, hands in his pockets. "Is that all you're going to do now that you're back?" He asked her clenching his lips to keep the cigarette in place. "What?" she asked turning to face him, obvious pain in her voice, the tears still flowing. "Cry. That's all you've been doing for three days." She sniffled. "Leave me alone Spike." "No." Faye stared at him for a few seconds. He could hear her breathing. She said nothing and turned back to the window. Spike raised an eyebrow. She's not going to argue or fight with me? "Just tell me what's wrong Faye. You're acting way to strange. It's beginning to freak me out a little. You know I normally wouldn't care, but since it's also for my own sanity, spill it." Faye remained silent. A small sigh escaped her, but she kept her back to him. "That guy.he did some really bad shit to you didn't he?" More tears fell from her eyes. Her shoulders began to shake. It was obvious however that she was trying to keep her emotions in check. She was struggling, trying not to fall to the ground sobbing. She wanted to remain strong, she had to. The only person you can depend on is yourself. This was her reminder, pushing back the sadness, she breathed in deeply. Spike strolled across the room now standing next to her; he stared at the side of her face. Squinting, trying to find some clue as to what happened to her written on her face. Tears fell from her eyes, absentmindedly Spike reached up and wiped them away. Faye's head jerked in his direction. His eyes grew wide, realizing what he had just done. Pulling his hand away he just looked at her in shock. "At least I got you to stop crying," he said smiling crookedly. Faye still gaped at him. Her emerald eyes bore into him. She looked confused. Why is he acting like this? Why won't he just leave me alone? Men are such pains. She pushed passed him trying to exit the room before anymore-weird shit happened. Spike grabbed her arm, "Faye." He said almost pleading with her to stay, that one word saying it all, but revealing nothing. "I can't Spike. I can't tell you what happened. I wont." "I'm sick of you acting like this Faye." "I know. So am I." "Just tell me." "No." "Fine. Tell the dog then, tell someone, anyone." "I cant." He let her pull away then, she left the room quickly and quietly.
Spike sighed, running long slender fingers through his mop of green hair he turned to the window and looked out into the blackness of space. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I worried about her? Why do I give a shit? 'Because she's your partner that's why. You care for her even if you refuse to admit it to yourself.' Shut up. He told himself. I don't want to hear it.
Later on that night Spike once again found himself outside of Faye's bedroom. He listened to the tape play and he could hear her crying again. He took deep drags off of his cigarette. The cowboy was having an internal struggle. Faye's misery was really starting to get to him. He wanted to put an end to it just to ease his own soul. For some reason he hated it when she cried, or when she was hurt. He sighed. The cowgirl's sobs were growing more intense. Closing his eyes and swallowing his pride Spike stood. He faced her door. Gritting his teeth, it opened. Faye lay on her bed hugging her pillow tightly to her chest. She sobbed into it apparently having a nightmare of sorts. She fussed rolling around slightly. Putting out his smoke he sat on the bed next to her. "You owe me big time for this Valentine." He said before lying down beside her. He wrapped his arms around her protectively as she wept openly into his chest. He hoped this was enough to kill whatever demons inhabited her dreams. A look of irritation became to form on his slender face but it faded as quickly as it had come, replaced by a look of genuine concern, sadness, maybe even love, maybe. Faye slowly awoke from her dream, she realized she was Spike's arms but didn't care. She was too tired to fight with him right now anyway. She breathed in his scent and drifted off into sleep, and so did Spike.
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Yay 2 chapters in one day! Review! Or not. Whatever floats your boat. Okay yeah.
Anyway, I'm trying to get out a couple chapters. I need ideas however. My brain is not cooperating with me. I know it's taking forever for the whole Spike/Faye thing to happen. But I'm trying really hard to keep them in character while getting them together. So it is quite difficult. I may have to take some liberties, and what not. But I will try. Reviewers are swell!
I don't own bebop. Very sorry.
".kdalkdfa.." = thinking ' adkjfkaljdfkl ' = subconscious talking
Chapter 7-
Faye stood in the room that Spike used for training. She was staring out the window waiting for The Hammerhead to come into view. But it never came. The female bounty hunter was truly worried about her missing friends. She had no idea where to look, where to start. The two had just disappeared without a trace. A bad feeling was growing in the pit of her stomach. If this is my fault.I.I. she didn't know what she would do. There wasn't a way to fix any of this. If she hadn't have left none of this would ever have happened. I'm so stupid, she realized. She dropped her head into her hands; small tears sliding down her face. Her raven locks falling to cover her shame. Spike stood in the doorway watching her, smoking as usual, hands in his pockets. "Is that all you're going to do now that you're back?" He asked her clenching his lips to keep the cigarette in place. "What?" she asked turning to face him, obvious pain in her voice, the tears still flowing. "Cry. That's all you've been doing for three days." She sniffled. "Leave me alone Spike." "No." Faye stared at him for a few seconds. He could hear her breathing. She said nothing and turned back to the window. Spike raised an eyebrow. She's not going to argue or fight with me? "Just tell me what's wrong Faye. You're acting way to strange. It's beginning to freak me out a little. You know I normally wouldn't care, but since it's also for my own sanity, spill it." Faye remained silent. A small sigh escaped her, but she kept her back to him. "That guy.he did some really bad shit to you didn't he?" More tears fell from her eyes. Her shoulders began to shake. It was obvious however that she was trying to keep her emotions in check. She was struggling, trying not to fall to the ground sobbing. She wanted to remain strong, she had to. The only person you can depend on is yourself. This was her reminder, pushing back the sadness, she breathed in deeply. Spike strolled across the room now standing next to her; he stared at the side of her face. Squinting, trying to find some clue as to what happened to her written on her face. Tears fell from her eyes, absentmindedly Spike reached up and wiped them away. Faye's head jerked in his direction. His eyes grew wide, realizing what he had just done. Pulling his hand away he just looked at her in shock. "At least I got you to stop crying," he said smiling crookedly. Faye still gaped at him. Her emerald eyes bore into him. She looked confused. Why is he acting like this? Why won't he just leave me alone? Men are such pains. She pushed passed him trying to exit the room before anymore-weird shit happened. Spike grabbed her arm, "Faye." He said almost pleading with her to stay, that one word saying it all, but revealing nothing. "I can't Spike. I can't tell you what happened. I wont." "I'm sick of you acting like this Faye." "I know. So am I." "Just tell me." "No." "Fine. Tell the dog then, tell someone, anyone." "I cant." He let her pull away then, she left the room quickly and quietly.
Spike sighed, running long slender fingers through his mop of green hair he turned to the window and looked out into the blackness of space. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I worried about her? Why do I give a shit? 'Because she's your partner that's why. You care for her even if you refuse to admit it to yourself.' Shut up. He told himself. I don't want to hear it.
Later on that night Spike once again found himself outside of Faye's bedroom. He listened to the tape play and he could hear her crying again. He took deep drags off of his cigarette. The cowboy was having an internal struggle. Faye's misery was really starting to get to him. He wanted to put an end to it just to ease his own soul. For some reason he hated it when she cried, or when she was hurt. He sighed. The cowgirl's sobs were growing more intense. Closing his eyes and swallowing his pride Spike stood. He faced her door. Gritting his teeth, it opened. Faye lay on her bed hugging her pillow tightly to her chest. She sobbed into it apparently having a nightmare of sorts. She fussed rolling around slightly. Putting out his smoke he sat on the bed next to her. "You owe me big time for this Valentine." He said before lying down beside her. He wrapped his arms around her protectively as she wept openly into his chest. He hoped this was enough to kill whatever demons inhabited her dreams. A look of irritation became to form on his slender face but it faded as quickly as it had come, replaced by a look of genuine concern, sadness, maybe even love, maybe. Faye slowly awoke from her dream, she realized she was Spike's arms but didn't care. She was too tired to fight with him right now anyway. She breathed in his scent and drifted off into sleep, and so did Spike.
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Yay 2 chapters in one day! Review! Or not. Whatever floats your boat. Okay yeah.