The Way to a Player's Heart
+Chapter 2+
You're gay, aren't you?
By: Rachel*
Rated: R
Gender: Romance/Comedy/Drama
E-mail: PeachGirlKiley@aol.com
Web Address: www.Spike-Faye-Shrine.cjb.net
+ Shorter than the first chapter, the plot thickens… Who is this mysterious girl in Spike's past? What does the chapter title have to do with this chapter? Find out! ^_^ Haa.
+ I do not own Cowboy Bebop +
Faye walked along the docks in silence as the rain pelted down onto the water. The waves of the bay lapped up against the cement barrier wall. Spike yawned as they approached an old carrier ship. "Welcome home." Spike pointed over at it. Faye's eyes widened and she looked over at him.
"You're kidding, right?" She muttered. Spike arched an eyebrow up at her. He stood at her side and looked over at it. She was right, for some reason it no longer had the same appeal like when he was drunk.
"Home's, home, it's not like we don't keep the inside clean…" He trailed off. Faye nodded.
"Oh, okay I get it." She nodded her head, as a wave of relief washed over her once again. Spike managed to drape an arm around her waist and guide her to the main entrance.
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Jet stirred as he heard the hatch open. "Oh joy…" He growled.
"Jet, I'm home!" Spike called. He walked into the main room and leaned against the railing. "Is the spare room clean?" He glanced down at him as Faye trailed cautiously behind.
Jet stared in awe, why wasn't he drunk? "Why, didn't you make your own?" He coughed, shutting off the TV.
"Jet," Spike growled. "This is Faye; she needs a place to stay for the night."
Faye waved sheepishly. She smirked glancing between him and Spike and then back. Spike looked back at her and stared at her odd expression. Faye shook her head. "What?" Faye asked.
"Nothing, you were staring…that's all." He smiled coyly and guided her into the spare room. Spike closed the door with the quick flick of his wrist, and darkness surrounded them. His smile widened, and he walked into the room a little more. Faye looked around.
"Isn't there a light in this room?" Faye mumbled. Spike sat down on the bed.
"Are you that type of girl?" Spike patted his hand on the bed so she'd come over to him. "You didn't seem like it." He bit down on his lower lip watching Faye's darkened shadow turn around in a circle.
"You mean the kind that can't see in the dark, yes…" Faye growled tripping over a box. She stumbled into the open closet. Spike laughed and walked over to her. "Where am I?" She whined.
Spike smiled. "Don't know, I have to come and find you, right?" He grinned. "Here I come." Spike piped walking towards her.
Faye was getting confused and a bit scared, what was with this guy? "No, it's just that—" Spike pushed her against the wall and pressed his lips to Faye's as he closed the sliding closet door with his foot. "Get off!" Faye shouted. She gripped at his unruly hair, and kicked Spike in the groin as she shoved him to the side and scrambled out of the closet.
Spike chocked as she shouted out in pain. "What is with you and kicking people?" Spike whimpered as Faye staggered out of the pitch-black closet.
"What's with you and kissing women?" Faye grimaced. She whipped her mouth and pulled off his jacket and throwing it at him.
Spike sat up as Faye found a bed lamp and turned it out. "What did you mean by that Faye?" He set his jacket to the side.
Faye blushed, as she sat down. "Well, you're gay, aren't you?" Faye coughed. "I mean that's fine and all, so you don't have to act or anything." Faye smiled at Spike. "I guess I didn't picture you picking that type of a guy…" She smirked bowing her head.
Spike's color drained from his face and he eyed her with and appalled face. "You…" He smirked; it was the last thing he had ever expected. "You think I'm gay?" Spike laughed pointing at himself.
Faye looked around and curled her shoulders in. Spike noticed she did that a lot when she felt insecure. "Well, isn't that guy, your lover?" Faye's cheeks flushed.
"He's my partner!" Spike shouted standing up.
Faye nodded. "You are married!" Faye smiled clasping her hands together.
His face turned three shades of red, and he gritted his teeth. "No!" Spike gripped at his hair and bent forward shaking his head. "I'm a bounty hunter; we're not together… only friends…if that." He looked up and moved closer to her. "You got it? I don't like men, I like women."
"Then why did you kiss me?" Faye mumbled holding her dress together with her hands. She avoided eye contact. Spike drew his face away.
He stared at her in silence. Spike was normally a quick thinker, knowing what women would say, so he'd plan ahead, knowing what moves to make, what words to say. He looked her over and figured it best to be blunt. "I wanted you." He stated. His voice was bland, and had no tone.
Faye's entire body shuddered, and every muscle tightened. She felt sick, how could she be so stupid? "Yes, and I made the mistake of trusting you, so if you don't mind, I'll be leaving—"
"Don't go." Spike stood between Faye and the closed door. "Well, what I mean is, stay tonight at least. It's not safe in this area for you to be walking around, especially with your dress in that condition." Her green eyes narrowed, he was right. "At least I didn't lie to you." Spike muttered.
Faye looked up and right into his eyes. He wasn't lying, she could tell, he didn't leave eye contact with her. She wrinkled her nose together. Spike smirked, he couldn't help it her face looked cute. "And you're not gay?" She stood on her tiptoes and eyed him carefully.
Spike grimaced. "Do I have to say it again?" Spike growled, opening the door. "You should be able to find some dry clothes in the dresser. The bottom drawer on the left has nightgowns, if I recall correctly." Spike's face darkened as he looked around the lit room. "Well, I'll see you in the morning, if you don't leave before I'm awake." He nodded his head towards her and closed the door behind him as he left.
Faye stared at the door and made sure she locked it before walking away. "Goodnight." Faye mumbled. She walked over to a beautiful, old vanity. Made of an old Earth wood, Faye marveled at the intricate patterns carved into it. "Roses," Faye whispered. She was startled by her own voice and blinked sitting down in the matching chair, it creaked. Faye let out a sigh, and rolled her head back. Her eyes closed and she let out an impulsive groan in disgust.
She had nearly been raped, was narrowly saved, and then molested by her savior. "Faye," Spike knocked on the door. Faye's eyes opened and she stood quickly.
"What now?" Faye muttered. She pulled her hair behind her ears and shivered as the cool droplets of water dripped onto her bare shoulders.
"Can I have my jacket?" Spike had a towel wrapped around him and another draped around his neck. He listened and Faye moved around.
"Yeah," she picked it up and held it at arms length as she unlatched the door and opened it. "Here you are…" Faye trailed off as she looked him over quickly.
"Still sure you don't want me to come back in?" Spike smirked, as Faye shoved his coat into his bare chest.
"I'd rather be with those two creeps at the bar." Faye growled. "Goodnight." Faye shut the door in his face and locked it again.
Spike chuckled. "Sweet dreams princess." He tapped the door with his fingers as she tossed his jacket in the wash-shoot and then went into the bathroom to take a shower before going to bed.
Faye pulled at her hair before throwing her arms down at her sides. "I can't stand him!" She screamed. Faye didn't care if he or anyone else on the ship heard her. Although she couldn't help admit that he was good looking. She bent down and opened the drawer Spike had told her to. Inside was a pair of cotton short bottoms, and a white tank top. There was also a pair of silk lingerie. She scuffed. "Recall my ass; you knew these were in here." She pierced her lips together and grabbed the tank top and short bottoms and changed into them.
Faye stared at her ruined dress and hung it on a hook that was on the back of the door. Stretching her arms into the air she rang out her hair before pulling the covers back on the bed and climbing in. She grimaced, thinking about Spike's kiss.
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"He only goes after women, so we aren't going to be able to get too close to him Spike." Jet sat in a chair as they stared at a screen.
"His bounty's worth the trouble though." Spike mumbled. He turned off the TV and stood to go to the bathroom.
Faye walked into the room and coughed to announce her presence. Spike turned and looked at her briefly. His eyes widened before she stepped closer. "You're…"
Faye's eyes left his gaze. "I'm sorry, if you mind, but I didn't have anything else to change into, I noticed there were more clothes in the drawers so—" Spike cut her off.
"No, it's fine." He turned, and walked away hurriedly. Faye turned towards Jet who looked at Faye oddly.
"So, are you staying for awhile?" Jet pointed to the couch and Faye nodded and sat down.
She glanced around for a moment and let her right hand run through her hair. "Well, I woke up and just changed into these. I came to ask if I could barrow them and bring them back, mail them even…" She trailed off. "He's not happy with me wearing this, is he?" Faye looked at Jet, her voice became very serious. "He told me that he was almost married, are these hers?" Jet's eyes widened he was in shock. Spike had told her about…
Spike was in the hall listening to everything Jet and Faye spoke about. He saw her when Faye wore those clothes. Those blue jeans and red tank-top. "They were Julia's favorite outfit." Jet mumbled. He knew Spike was listening, and would have to deal with his wrath later. "They were engaged about a year or so ago. We all knew the risk we took when bounty hunting. She was shot. Spike blames himself to this day, but it really wasn't his fault. Now he just sleeps with all the girls he can get and drinks his sorrows away." Jet coughed, and chugged the rest of his coffee.
Faye's vibrant green eyes darkened and she nodded her head. She felt bad, not for saying no to sleeping with him, but for being so heartless. "You can help us." Spike pushed away his emotions and acted as if he had been in another room.
Faye turned towards Spike. Her eyes still dull, and pity filled. "What can I help you with?" Spike sat on the metal table and moved close to her. Jet rolled his eyes, and stood up.
Spike smiled brightly. "We're going after this big bounty. He's an attacker. He's killed countless amounts of women—"
"Hearts, right?" Faye sat back with a sigh.
Spike blinked a few times and nodded. "Yeah, how did you know?" Spike's eyebrows knit together.
"It's all over the news, any person with a brain knows who he is…at least women do." Faye smiled. Spike looked down at her shirt again and shuddered. He stood and walked towards the kitchen.
"Good, then you can help us out…and yes, you wearing those clothes does bother me." Spike left Faye with her thoughts. She leaned forward and held her face in her hands. What was she getting herself into?
+ Hope you liked it! ^__^ Spike's very touchy on the subject of Julia, he doesn't even like it when someone says her name in this one. +_+' Waahaa. The next chapter you should find amusing. I've got some great ideas running through my little head! +