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Chapter eleven: Old yellow couch
It had been almost a week since Faye left Bebop, and the days trudged by. Jet was carefully pruning his bonsai trees in his small, cramped lonely room on Bebop. It was the only thing he could think of to get what happened six days ago off his mind. Jet banged his fist on the table and sighed, he just cut off the wrong branch of his favorite bonsai.
"Damn can anything go right in my life at all? God just give me a damn sign." Jet looked up at the ceiling. He pulled at his pocket trying to find his box of cigs,
"Damn Faye, she has my cigs!" Just remembering that she had some more in her room he got up grumpily and trudged into her room. The only time he went in her room since that morning was when he cleaned out the pail she used. He turned on the lights, He looked around her room, her outfits here still hanging idle in her closet. Her bed unmade and still smelt of her, her lipstick, and her mascara. Every one of her minor possessions was still in the place where she had it as if she had just been there. He found her box of cigs and got one out and started to smoke it. As he turned around to tend to his bonsai he was stopped.
"What are you doin' in here?" Spike mumbled drowsily looking at his half bandaged body
"I'm glad to see your finally awake, your wounds were bad Spike if I hadn't come back when I did, you would have been bird chow." Jet faintly smiled looking back at the room and then exited back to his nursery.
"It's going to be nice not having her around, ya know." Spike changing the subject and followed Jet to the nursery and stood leaning against the doorway.
"Hmmbmmm" Jet mumbled quietly as he continued to prune his bonsai and smoke on his stolen cigarette.
"More food, more money, and we don't have to worry about her complaining, and attitude, and it will be just you and me again, and most importantly I don't have to fight for a shower in the morning." Spike listed, as he looked at Jet. Jet seemed to tense up on this subject as he cut and watered his bonsai.
"Sure…" Jet murmured lowly, slightly agitated as he watered his bonsai.
Spike almost jumped up in the air "The Red Tail! I bet we can get a fortune for that thing! Jet can you start working on fixing it up, It will roll in enough money to tide us over for a while." Spike smiled and looked over to Jet
"FINE spike I'll fix up the red tail, I'll sell her stuff now just leave me alone!" Jet exploded and threw down his scissors.
Spike was taken aback, "God Jet she's gone; she isn't coming back. So what use will all her stuff do if it's just sitting there?"
"It was you who drove her away Spike! If it wasn't for you and your god damn selfish attitude she'd still be here now wouldn't she? " Jet snapped back, glaring at him with steely eyes, and picked up his scissors and began to cut again
Spike opened his mouth and for once he had nothing to say. He just walked away slowly back to his old yellow couch.
::It is my fault, she's gone and it's because of me. I wouldn't blame her, I'd be gone too, I'd like it if she was here though, and it would certainly make things more special and fun. She may not have been the sweetest girl I ever met or the most ladylike but she brought life to this old ship, God I miss her, I might even...could have... I should have given her ..... a chance…::
"Hey Spike I'm sorry I know you didn't mean to drive her away. You I guess didnt have much of a choice. " Jet apologized and sat in a chair next to Spike who was sprawled out on the couch
"Well its ok, can you whip up some bell peppers and meat that would taste really good right about now." Spike asked
"Sure I was getting hungry too." Jet got out of the chair and headed towards the kitchen, and started to cook
:: I feel so sad, my stomach is tied in countless knots but I don't think its about Julia for some reason, that's not the reason. I have no idea why either. She was the love of my life so why don't I feel overwhelming sadness for her death. I... feel sad for Faye? He punched the couch hard
::Why do I feel guilty about Faye? What has she done to make my life so special? Well, besides the fact that she was apart of Bebop. I feel so rotten for driving her away, I feel as if my life has lost all of its meaning, as if I'm just dreaming. Dreaming, here waiting for someone to wake me up. Is Faye that person, or am I the person to wake her up form her dream, or maybe we are meant to just dream together and never wake up. Anyway it looks like I'm stuck::
"Dinner Spike, your favorite." Jet announced and sat down with his plate
Spike got up and wearily got his plate and sat down on the sofa with it and began to eat hungrily, he forgot how hungry he was.
Jet just pushed his food around on his plate, he wasn't hungry he just said that he was.
:: Spike what are you doing here? You should be out tracking down Faye before she gets into trouble, or perhaps finds another guy. Nah I'd doubt if she found another guy, she looked like after that day that she wouldn't open her heart up to anyone ever again. Man Spike's, Faye's and my lives have been hell, I'm surprised I've lasted this far.::
"So, do you think we should sell the Red Tail?……hello! Jet wakey wakey." Spike pestered Jet as he munched hungrily on his Bell peppers
"I , I don't know, lemme fix her up so that we can get the estimate." Jet answered nonchalantly and went down the hallway
"Where are you goin?" Spike asked finishing off his and Jets peppers.
"I'm going to bed, I'm beat. Goodnight." Jet walked and fell asleep in his room
"Goodnight." Spike waved as he lay on his back staring the ceiling
Spike sighed and put his hands behind his head, deep in thought
::Why should I go find her? What good will that do? She's finally out of our hair; we will now be much better off with out her financial wise. Damn why can't I just get her out of my head. That picture of her face when I said I picked Julia is too much I can bear, She looked so, broken. Tomorrow I will sell the Red Tail and clean out her room to make room for me. Wait, what am I saying? More room for me, there is a whole damn ship. She is just too painful for me to think about, that must be why I want her stuff gone::
"There that will be much better, that will get her out of my head." Spike yawned and fell into an uneasy sleep.
Money makes the Cowboy...
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Of course Spike is alive! I don't know if he or jet will survive the fic though, you'll have to read on to see which one dies or if any die in the end!
