A/n:. I guess this is chapter 11? Anyways, you guys rock just thought I'd
let you know. I thank you all for reviewing and keeping me going and what
not.
There wont be any lemon-ee nasty yucky stuff in here. No unnecessary
screwing for no reason.
I only say that since I read a lot of fics that just have them screwing and
falling out of the swordfish or something I dunno. I just don't think it
would really fit in here. Yeah. Anyways.
But they do have a "moment", or 5. hehe. It took me a while to write this.
I was trying to get it all out in one shot before I lost the whole vibe.
Everyone will probably read it and say "what vibe?"
Hope ya like it. I'm pretty sure this is it. Unless I feel the need for sequel-ness. Tra la ala.
Bebop is not mine. [makes that sad face all you other bebop-fan-fic writer people make since we don't own Cowboy Bebop]
Hard beat - Epilogue [Chapter 11?] - Who knew?
"Faye- Fayeeeeeeee! Spike-person! You're BACK!" The red head ran over to the group as they entered the common room of The Bebop. She danced around them happily swinging her arms in the air as she did so. Faye smiled crookedly at the girl, actually happy to see her safe and sound. "What happened Faye-Faye? You don't look so good!" Ed stopped short and cocked her head to the side examining the cowgirl.
"Thanks Ed. Glad to see you too."
Ed smiled and then ran off. Forgetting her wounded comrades for a minute.
Faye motioned towards the couch. Spike guided her to the worn and yellow sofa. She reached out for it as Spike helped her lay down she was instantly asleep.
"We should probably get you cleaned up." Jet said to Spike.
"What about her?" Spike asked obviously concerned as he motioned at Faye.
"I think she'll be okay. She just needs rest most of all. Besides you've got the bullet in you."
Spike shrugged. He didn't really care about his wounds. Faye was covered in blood. He wasn't exactly sure if it was such a good idea to let her pass out like that. But it was too late now.
"Alright Jet. Let the torture begin."
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Faye awoke with a start. The inside of the Bebop was mostly dark except for one lamp that had been left on apparently for her sake. She sat up and realized that she was still in that horrible ball gown, still covered in blood. Well it looked like someone had made an attempt to at least clean some of the wounds. She sat up, waiting for the room to stop spinning before she could stand. The wounded cowgirl headed in the direction of the shower. Showers were wonderful. They could cure anything, at least in her world.
She peeled the ball gown off before she even entered the bathroom. Leaving the tattered and torn garment alone in the hallway. She turned on the water and waited for it to heat up to just the right temperature before stepping in. Faye closed her eyes as the blood washed from her body and the water soothed her. It wasn't long before she was lost in her own thoughts.
I killed Jake. I killed Morgan.
I
But I was protecting Spike. I owed him.
Yeah, because Morgan was a sicko. I didn't want him hurting anyone else.
Oh shut up.
Faye abruptly shut off the water and climbed out of the shower. She wrapped a towel tight around her slender frame. Stepping out into the cold hallway of the Bebop she realized once again that she had no clothes of her own. Dammit, she cursed herself. There is no way in hell I'm wearing that dress again! She walked hesitantly towards Spike's door. Faye knocked quietly. Nothing. Raising a small closed fist to the door, she prepared to knock again. The door flew open. There stood Spike, clad only in a pair of gray sweatpants.
"Can I help you?" he asked
"Um." she looked at the floor. All of a sudden she was very embarrassed. "I need clothes again."
"Why don't you ask Jet for something?"
"Because he's asleep.and his clothes are too big." Her eyes never left the floor.
"Faye." Spike was staring at her intently. His mismatched eyes were both seeing the same thing; a beautiful, shivering, violet haired girl, in a towel standing on his doorstep.
She finally looked up at him, her eyes met his. He was drowning in her emerald pools. Without thinking. Without a sound, he reached out and grasped Faye's hand pulling her into his room with him. The cowboy wrapped one arm around her back and reached out with the other to shut the door. He looked down at her, it was strange to have her this close to him. She was shaking.
"You're trembling," he said softly.
She was staring at his throat, afraid to look up at him. His Adam's apple had transfixed her; she felt her heart beating way too fast. She unbolted her arm from her side and reached up to caress his neck gently, tracing a line from his shoulder up to his jaw. He closed his eyes. Faye pulled him to her in a tighter embrace wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
"If you're going to kiss me you better do it now, Cowboy." She said into his neck, her breath sending shock waves through his entire body. He ran a hand down her bareback. She took a deep breath. Spike leaned back and looked at her. Those beautiful emerald eyes of hers were still closed tight. He smiled down at her before kissing her softly. She returned the kiss; it felt like she was drowning in him. They broke the kiss together, apparently feeling the same thing. Not wanting it to completely take over them, they parted. Spike kissed her on the head before breaking the embrace completely. He strolled over to his closet and produced another yellow dress shirt; identical to the one she had borrowed originally and tossed it to her. She put it on over the towel.
"Thank-you." She said quietly as she buttoned the last few buttons.
He looked at her for a moment. "You look good in yellow," he decided finally.
She smiled slightly. "Thanks."
Spike shrugged and plopped down on his bed. Throwing his arms behind his head he closed his eyes. He had almost drifted off into a nice peaceful slumber when he felt his bed sagging under some additional weight. His eyes shot open and he turned to Faye who had lain down next to him. Her eyes were already closed and she looked so beautiful and peaceful. The cowboy shrugged again and rolled over so that he could wrap her up in his arms. Closing his eyes he was at peace.
"I knew you always had the hots for me." Faye said smiling, eyes still closed.
"Hey!" Spike yelled
"Oh, just shut up and go to sleep." She said finally, silencing him with another kiss.
He didn't argue. For once.
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A/N: did anyone else notice that I sorta stole a line from Vicious there: "you're trembling." ? That's what Vicious says to Faye when they first meet. It's from Ep. 5, The Ballad of Fallen Angels. Anyway, I like Vicious. But I like Spike too. It always happens that way.. Anyway. I know Faye and Spike are a little OOC and all. But hell if I kept them in character they'd never get together. At least they didn't just jump each other's bones and then Faye gets knocked up after one night.
Thank you for your reviews and support.
The End - For Now!
Mwahahahahah!
Hope ya like it. I'm pretty sure this is it. Unless I feel the need for sequel-ness. Tra la ala.
Bebop is not mine. [makes that sad face all you other bebop-fan-fic writer people make since we don't own Cowboy Bebop]
Hard beat - Epilogue [Chapter 11?] - Who knew?
"Faye- Fayeeeeeeee! Spike-person! You're BACK!" The red head ran over to the group as they entered the common room of The Bebop. She danced around them happily swinging her arms in the air as she did so. Faye smiled crookedly at the girl, actually happy to see her safe and sound. "What happened Faye-Faye? You don't look so good!" Ed stopped short and cocked her head to the side examining the cowgirl.
"Thanks Ed. Glad to see you too."
Ed smiled and then ran off. Forgetting her wounded comrades for a minute.
Faye motioned towards the couch. Spike guided her to the worn and yellow sofa. She reached out for it as Spike helped her lay down she was instantly asleep.
"We should probably get you cleaned up." Jet said to Spike.
"What about her?" Spike asked obviously concerned as he motioned at Faye.
"I think she'll be okay. She just needs rest most of all. Besides you've got the bullet in you."
Spike shrugged. He didn't really care about his wounds. Faye was covered in blood. He wasn't exactly sure if it was such a good idea to let her pass out like that. But it was too late now.
"Alright Jet. Let the torture begin."
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Faye awoke with a start. The inside of the Bebop was mostly dark except for one lamp that had been left on apparently for her sake. She sat up and realized that she was still in that horrible ball gown, still covered in blood. Well it looked like someone had made an attempt to at least clean some of the wounds. She sat up, waiting for the room to stop spinning before she could stand. The wounded cowgirl headed in the direction of the shower. Showers were wonderful. They could cure anything, at least in her world.
She peeled the ball gown off before she even entered the bathroom. Leaving the tattered and torn garment alone in the hallway. She turned on the water and waited for it to heat up to just the right temperature before stepping in. Faye closed her eyes as the blood washed from her body and the water soothed her. It wasn't long before she was lost in her own thoughts.
I killed Jake. I killed Morgan.
I
But I was protecting Spike. I owed him.
Yeah, because Morgan was a sicko. I didn't want him hurting anyone else.
Oh shut up.
Faye abruptly shut off the water and climbed out of the shower. She wrapped a towel tight around her slender frame. Stepping out into the cold hallway of the Bebop she realized once again that she had no clothes of her own. Dammit, she cursed herself. There is no way in hell I'm wearing that dress again! She walked hesitantly towards Spike's door. Faye knocked quietly. Nothing. Raising a small closed fist to the door, she prepared to knock again. The door flew open. There stood Spike, clad only in a pair of gray sweatpants.
"Can I help you?" he asked
"Um." she looked at the floor. All of a sudden she was very embarrassed. "I need clothes again."
"Why don't you ask Jet for something?"
"Because he's asleep.and his clothes are too big." Her eyes never left the floor.
"Faye." Spike was staring at her intently. His mismatched eyes were both seeing the same thing; a beautiful, shivering, violet haired girl, in a towel standing on his doorstep.
She finally looked up at him, her eyes met his. He was drowning in her emerald pools. Without thinking. Without a sound, he reached out and grasped Faye's hand pulling her into his room with him. The cowboy wrapped one arm around her back and reached out with the other to shut the door. He looked down at her, it was strange to have her this close to him. She was shaking.
"You're trembling," he said softly.
She was staring at his throat, afraid to look up at him. His Adam's apple had transfixed her; she felt her heart beating way too fast. She unbolted her arm from her side and reached up to caress his neck gently, tracing a line from his shoulder up to his jaw. He closed his eyes. Faye pulled him to her in a tighter embrace wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
"If you're going to kiss me you better do it now, Cowboy." She said into his neck, her breath sending shock waves through his entire body. He ran a hand down her bareback. She took a deep breath. Spike leaned back and looked at her. Those beautiful emerald eyes of hers were still closed tight. He smiled down at her before kissing her softly. She returned the kiss; it felt like she was drowning in him. They broke the kiss together, apparently feeling the same thing. Not wanting it to completely take over them, they parted. Spike kissed her on the head before breaking the embrace completely. He strolled over to his closet and produced another yellow dress shirt; identical to the one she had borrowed originally and tossed it to her. She put it on over the towel.
"Thank-you." She said quietly as she buttoned the last few buttons.
He looked at her for a moment. "You look good in yellow," he decided finally.
She smiled slightly. "Thanks."
Spike shrugged and plopped down on his bed. Throwing his arms behind his head he closed his eyes. He had almost drifted off into a nice peaceful slumber when he felt his bed sagging under some additional weight. His eyes shot open and he turned to Faye who had lain down next to him. Her eyes were already closed and she looked so beautiful and peaceful. The cowboy shrugged again and rolled over so that he could wrap her up in his arms. Closing his eyes he was at peace.
"I knew you always had the hots for me." Faye said smiling, eyes still closed.
"Hey!" Spike yelled
"Oh, just shut up and go to sleep." She said finally, silencing him with another kiss.
He didn't argue. For once.
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A/N: did anyone else notice that I sorta stole a line from Vicious there: "you're trembling." ? That's what Vicious says to Faye when they first meet. It's from Ep. 5, The Ballad of Fallen Angels. Anyway, I like Vicious. But I like Spike too. It always happens that way.. Anyway. I know Faye and Spike are a little OOC and all. But hell if I kept them in character they'd never get together. At least they didn't just jump each other's bones and then Faye gets knocked up after one night.
Thank you for your reviews and support.
The End - For Now!
Mwahahahahah!