(AN: This story is continued and changed from episode 5, Battle of Fallen
Angels. All things besides the changed plotline, belongs to the creators of
Cowboy Bebop (I'm not that creative).)
Spike was wrapped in bandages, above his mouth, his eyes and nose, were the only things not bandaged. Memories flashed in his mind as a slightly audible tune could be heard in the back of his mind. He could see Julia, sitting next to him after he had woken up from a battle. He was bandaged then too. The image was fuzzy and faded fast. The tune got louder, it was someone humming.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw the room around him. He was back in the ship. He looked over there was Faye. Sitting and playing some sort of card game. She hummed a few more notes before realizing he was awake. (Okay people, this is where it gets different so don't hate me.)
"Well, finally up?" She asked raising an eyebrow. "Good, we were getting kind of worried we'd have to bury your ass. We wouldn't be able to afford it."
Spike pointed to his mouth. Faye's eyes widened and she walked over. She leaned in as his hand went back down to his side and he whispered something in her ear.
"Thanks."
"I wasn't the one that bandaged you, Jett was. So there's nothing to thank me for." Faye said dropping the cards in her hand on the table and grabbing her jacket. "Jett!" She called. "I'm going shopping or something, and Sleeping Beauty is up!" She finished, stepping outside the room and took off soon after on her way down to the planet below.
"Welcome back." Came Jett's rough voice as Spike turned slightly to look at him. He was still sore but there really wasn't any reason to keep him in the bandages. Spike pulled down the bandage covering his mouth.
"Thanks for the bandages and everything." He mumbled as he sat up.
"I only did the bandages. Faye's the one that saved you. I got there just when she had caught you with the wing of her little ship. " Jett laughed as he saw Spike's eyes widened.
"Faye saved my life?" He asked.
"Yeah." Jett laughed again. "Weird isn't it. I thought she would've let you fall."
"Yeah, me too." Spike was confused. Why would Faye save his life? He thought. What he thought was that Faye hated him more than life itself. Didn't she?
Down on the planet, Faye was walking around, looking at everything. She sighed heavily as she looked into some store windows at the outfits being sold there. She soon grew tired and bored walking around and the sky was growing dim with the coming of the night. She turned to head back to the ship and a coffee shop on the corner of the block caught her eye.
Her shoes echoed in the somewhat empty street. There wasn't that any people out at that time and Faye were getting a little paranoid. As she opened the coffee shop door, a little bell hanging from the ceiling rang as the door hit it. She took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink.
She sighed yet again and began to drink it slowly, saving her time to make the day go by faster. As she sipped her drink, the natural light coming in through the restaurant windows was sinking slowly. She circled her finger around the rim of the glass holding her drink making a noise from the moisture of her skin and the smoothness of the rim.
She sighed. "I seem to be doing a lot of that lately."
"What?" Came a voice from behind her. A tall man sat down next to her. He had short brown hair and was wearing a long brown overcoat.
"Sighing. It's become a part of me now." Faye laughed a little.
"Well, you shouldn't have anything to sigh about." He said in a mischievous tone.
"And why is that?" Faye looked over at him. His eyes were stunning.
"Because princesses have everything they want." He smiled.
"I'm sorry, are you trying to hit on me or something without being cheesy?" Faye shook her head with a smile.
"I'm trying to win you over with my wit and prince like admonitions."
"Admonitions." Faye looked down at her hands, confused. Why, why did this seem familiar? Faye asked this question over in her mind.
"What is it?" The man asked as he neared her.
Faye looked up at him. Who... who is this man? She asked herself. As she tried to stand up, she felt a cold hard metal press against her back. "Oh, nothing, I just though decent vocabulary went down with chivalry."
"Going somewhere, precious?" Came a rough voice behind her.
"Well, I'm trying to run but I guess my legs just aren't getting the message." Faye's smile faded and her eyes grew wide and fearful as she tried to see the man behind her.
"Just walk straight ahead, you don't try to run, you won't die." The voice said, nudging her back with the gun. When he pulled it back, where he had nudged was sore.
"What a subtle way to put things." Faye said grabbing her jacket from the back of the chair and following the man's orders. The other man, the younger sounding one, was standing next to her staring straight ahead. He pulled a phone out of his pocket and it must have been on an auto dial because he didn't press any numbers and he had been connected to someone's phone. A voice came over the speaker, audible enough for Faye to hear the conversation.
"Do you have her?" Came the voice. One thought went through Faye's mind, Vicious.
"Yes sir." Said the man.
"Good, bring her here, and make sure she doesn't see the way."
"Yes sir." The young man finished and pocketed the phone. The two men pushed her into an empty alleyway and a hand went up to her mouth, covered with a napkin.
As the man pressed it under her nose, Faye struggled to get away, kicking and punching to her best ability. Her mind began to get clouded and she could feel some of her strength being drowned. Focus! She told herself. She thought of the brick wall ahead of her and tried to focus on the detail and cracks in each brick. She blinked a few times, her eyes beginning to water. Her kicking stopped, and her arms stopped flaring. She tried harder to focus on the brick wall. The sky was making her vision almost impossible and the brick wall seemed to be getting far away. She heard the voices talking to each other in surprised and angry tones.
She tried over and over to find the brick she had been focusing on, but the vision faded and she felt light, queasy, dizzy, lost. She could feel her eyelids get heavy and close over her eyes. She could feel herself lose all control of herself. She felt herself falling, slowly, almost like in a dream. She felt herself falling in a circle, down a long shaft that had no sides, no boundaries.
She felt herself lose all sight of anything she was surrounded by darkness. She felt like liquid, cool and flexible. Moveable and weightless. She choked and opened her eyes. She was in a room, a room with dark maple walls and floors. The sun was shining through tall windows. The room had high ceilings. There were almost see through light orange drapes covering the windows. There were tall bookcases, built into the walls on the far end of the room with a fireplace centered in the middle. The bookcases were made of the same maple as the rest of the room and were filled with books of various colors and sizes.
The room was long and the large windows were along the left wall, about six feet apart. Each covered with orange drapes. The drapes were a light orange. Faye was lying in a bed with white satin sheets, soft sheets. With a light color of pink comforter. She was dressed in a satin pale white nightgown with spaghetti straps. She was in a four-poster bed with pink drapes around the bed, the same material as the drapes on the windows. She sat up, rubbing her head.
"You're up." Came the voice of the young man that had flirted with her in the coffee shop.
"Obviously." She finally realized she was unarmed. "Where's my gun?" she yelled at him. He was sitting in a chair in a corner by the door.
"We thought you might be a little dangerous." The man laughed.
"Well, at least you're not stupid." Faye looked over at the windows. "Why all the orange?" She looked back at the young man. He stood and walked over to the windows, his steps echoed through the room. He brought his hand to the drapes and rubbed then between his finger and thumb.
"I don't know, guess it's relaxing." He smiled as he looked over at her. "I can see why he likes you." He said walking over to her.
"Who? What am I doing here? What do you people want with me?" Faye yelled shoving herself to the end of the bed and stepping onto the warm wood. Her bare feet made little sound as she separated the cover where the slit was.
"Don't worry Faye, I'm not going to hurt you." He smiled and laughed as he walked over to her. She ran to the door, a feeling of fear and uncertainty waved through her. "I'm not even armed. Anyways, the door's locked, I can't even get out." He said shoving his hands in his pants pockets. His overcoat was thrown askew on the chair he had been sitting in.
"Why am I here?" she asked as she sunk into the chair. "I feel so dizzy...." She trailed off as her lack of food took over her and her weakness gained the upper hand, and she fainted.
Spike was wrapped in bandages, above his mouth, his eyes and nose, were the only things not bandaged. Memories flashed in his mind as a slightly audible tune could be heard in the back of his mind. He could see Julia, sitting next to him after he had woken up from a battle. He was bandaged then too. The image was fuzzy and faded fast. The tune got louder, it was someone humming.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw the room around him. He was back in the ship. He looked over there was Faye. Sitting and playing some sort of card game. She hummed a few more notes before realizing he was awake. (Okay people, this is where it gets different so don't hate me.)
"Well, finally up?" She asked raising an eyebrow. "Good, we were getting kind of worried we'd have to bury your ass. We wouldn't be able to afford it."
Spike pointed to his mouth. Faye's eyes widened and she walked over. She leaned in as his hand went back down to his side and he whispered something in her ear.
"Thanks."
"I wasn't the one that bandaged you, Jett was. So there's nothing to thank me for." Faye said dropping the cards in her hand on the table and grabbing her jacket. "Jett!" She called. "I'm going shopping or something, and Sleeping Beauty is up!" She finished, stepping outside the room and took off soon after on her way down to the planet below.
"Welcome back." Came Jett's rough voice as Spike turned slightly to look at him. He was still sore but there really wasn't any reason to keep him in the bandages. Spike pulled down the bandage covering his mouth.
"Thanks for the bandages and everything." He mumbled as he sat up.
"I only did the bandages. Faye's the one that saved you. I got there just when she had caught you with the wing of her little ship. " Jett laughed as he saw Spike's eyes widened.
"Faye saved my life?" He asked.
"Yeah." Jett laughed again. "Weird isn't it. I thought she would've let you fall."
"Yeah, me too." Spike was confused. Why would Faye save his life? He thought. What he thought was that Faye hated him more than life itself. Didn't she?
Down on the planet, Faye was walking around, looking at everything. She sighed heavily as she looked into some store windows at the outfits being sold there. She soon grew tired and bored walking around and the sky was growing dim with the coming of the night. She turned to head back to the ship and a coffee shop on the corner of the block caught her eye.
Her shoes echoed in the somewhat empty street. There wasn't that any people out at that time and Faye were getting a little paranoid. As she opened the coffee shop door, a little bell hanging from the ceiling rang as the door hit it. She took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink.
She sighed yet again and began to drink it slowly, saving her time to make the day go by faster. As she sipped her drink, the natural light coming in through the restaurant windows was sinking slowly. She circled her finger around the rim of the glass holding her drink making a noise from the moisture of her skin and the smoothness of the rim.
She sighed. "I seem to be doing a lot of that lately."
"What?" Came a voice from behind her. A tall man sat down next to her. He had short brown hair and was wearing a long brown overcoat.
"Sighing. It's become a part of me now." Faye laughed a little.
"Well, you shouldn't have anything to sigh about." He said in a mischievous tone.
"And why is that?" Faye looked over at him. His eyes were stunning.
"Because princesses have everything they want." He smiled.
"I'm sorry, are you trying to hit on me or something without being cheesy?" Faye shook her head with a smile.
"I'm trying to win you over with my wit and prince like admonitions."
"Admonitions." Faye looked down at her hands, confused. Why, why did this seem familiar? Faye asked this question over in her mind.
"What is it?" The man asked as he neared her.
Faye looked up at him. Who... who is this man? She asked herself. As she tried to stand up, she felt a cold hard metal press against her back. "Oh, nothing, I just though decent vocabulary went down with chivalry."
"Going somewhere, precious?" Came a rough voice behind her.
"Well, I'm trying to run but I guess my legs just aren't getting the message." Faye's smile faded and her eyes grew wide and fearful as she tried to see the man behind her.
"Just walk straight ahead, you don't try to run, you won't die." The voice said, nudging her back with the gun. When he pulled it back, where he had nudged was sore.
"What a subtle way to put things." Faye said grabbing her jacket from the back of the chair and following the man's orders. The other man, the younger sounding one, was standing next to her staring straight ahead. He pulled a phone out of his pocket and it must have been on an auto dial because he didn't press any numbers and he had been connected to someone's phone. A voice came over the speaker, audible enough for Faye to hear the conversation.
"Do you have her?" Came the voice. One thought went through Faye's mind, Vicious.
"Yes sir." Said the man.
"Good, bring her here, and make sure she doesn't see the way."
"Yes sir." The young man finished and pocketed the phone. The two men pushed her into an empty alleyway and a hand went up to her mouth, covered with a napkin.
As the man pressed it under her nose, Faye struggled to get away, kicking and punching to her best ability. Her mind began to get clouded and she could feel some of her strength being drowned. Focus! She told herself. She thought of the brick wall ahead of her and tried to focus on the detail and cracks in each brick. She blinked a few times, her eyes beginning to water. Her kicking stopped, and her arms stopped flaring. She tried harder to focus on the brick wall. The sky was making her vision almost impossible and the brick wall seemed to be getting far away. She heard the voices talking to each other in surprised and angry tones.
She tried over and over to find the brick she had been focusing on, but the vision faded and she felt light, queasy, dizzy, lost. She could feel her eyelids get heavy and close over her eyes. She could feel herself lose all control of herself. She felt herself falling, slowly, almost like in a dream. She felt herself falling in a circle, down a long shaft that had no sides, no boundaries.
She felt herself lose all sight of anything she was surrounded by darkness. She felt like liquid, cool and flexible. Moveable and weightless. She choked and opened her eyes. She was in a room, a room with dark maple walls and floors. The sun was shining through tall windows. The room had high ceilings. There were almost see through light orange drapes covering the windows. There were tall bookcases, built into the walls on the far end of the room with a fireplace centered in the middle. The bookcases were made of the same maple as the rest of the room and were filled with books of various colors and sizes.
The room was long and the large windows were along the left wall, about six feet apart. Each covered with orange drapes. The drapes were a light orange. Faye was lying in a bed with white satin sheets, soft sheets. With a light color of pink comforter. She was dressed in a satin pale white nightgown with spaghetti straps. She was in a four-poster bed with pink drapes around the bed, the same material as the drapes on the windows. She sat up, rubbing her head.
"You're up." Came the voice of the young man that had flirted with her in the coffee shop.
"Obviously." She finally realized she was unarmed. "Where's my gun?" she yelled at him. He was sitting in a chair in a corner by the door.
"We thought you might be a little dangerous." The man laughed.
"Well, at least you're not stupid." Faye looked over at the windows. "Why all the orange?" She looked back at the young man. He stood and walked over to the windows, his steps echoed through the room. He brought his hand to the drapes and rubbed then between his finger and thumb.
"I don't know, guess it's relaxing." He smiled as he looked over at her. "I can see why he likes you." He said walking over to her.
"Who? What am I doing here? What do you people want with me?" Faye yelled shoving herself to the end of the bed and stepping onto the warm wood. Her bare feet made little sound as she separated the cover where the slit was.
"Don't worry Faye, I'm not going to hurt you." He smiled and laughed as he walked over to her. She ran to the door, a feeling of fear and uncertainty waved through her. "I'm not even armed. Anyways, the door's locked, I can't even get out." He said shoving his hands in his pants pockets. His overcoat was thrown askew on the chair he had been sitting in.
"Why am I here?" she asked as she sunk into the chair. "I feel so dizzy...." She trailed off as her lack of food took over her and her weakness gained the upper hand, and she fainted.