The Way to a Player's Heart

Chapter 4

Bugs Should Be Crushed

By: Rachel*

Rated: R

Gender: Romance/Drama/Comedy

Enjoy! The drama is going to start to set in. However, comedy is laced throughout, so no worries; if anything you should be able to smile. Spike starts to realize something about Faye, why did she agree to be the decoy so easily?

Disclaimer: Bebop belongs to its respectful owners, I'm just writing a fanfic, now sewing required...

            Spike was lying on the couch. His green hair joined him, lying haphazardly on the arm. Faye stood in the hall looking at it. It was like a living creature that kept Spike's secretly bald head warm. She smirked at the thought and turned away walking toward the loading room. Looking around she cracked the door open to peak inside.

            Jet sneaked up behind Faye, and coughed to announce his presence. Faye yelped and pulled back, closing the door quickly. "Take it easy." He ordered. "I didn't mean to scare you." He lied, Faye could tell this as he avoided eye-contact. She decided to ignore it, and waited in silence for him to continue. "I need to talk to you about the bounty a little bit more." He narrowed his eyes.

            Faye arched an eyebrow up at him. "I'm a big girl I can take care of myself." She smirked, as her arms folded against her chest.

            Jet grimaced. "That's what worries me…" His voice was gruff. He pushed past Faye and opened the loading room door. Taking a few steps he looked back and motioned Faye to follow him. She nodded and trailed behind taking a seat on the metal steps that led down to a pair of Zip crafts. One red and clearly older than the other, her emerald eyes sparkled with curiosity. Jet took a seat next to her. "Our guy likes," He paused in thought. "Pretty girls,"

            Faye's eyes widened and she turned looking at him with a fiery rage in her green orbs. "What are you implying, Jet?" Hatred seethed from her voice, and her eyes burned.

            Jet put his arms out and shook his head. "No, no… I didn't mean it like that. He likes the kind who shows more skin than cloth." Jet coughed.

            Faye straightened, and blinked a few times. "You want me to dress like a hooker?" Faye spat drying. She stood and leaned against the railing of the steps.

            Jet bowed his head. "Spike and I figured—" he shook his head. "No, I figured it be easier to handle from me as opposed to Spike telling you this."

            Faye moved her head forward and pierced her lips together. She thought his words over carefully and then nodded in agreement. "Y-you're right," she choked. "So, what am I supposed to wear?"

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            Faye was standing in the hallway watching Spike and the creature living on his head again, as he peered lifelessly at the TV watching the news report. Her lips curved up into a malicious smile. Taking in a deep breath she stepped gracefully towards the couch and paused when his face became visible from the other side. She eyed him wearily before smiling brightly. "What are you doing, cowboy?" She leaned over the back of the couch to meet Spike's face.

            His brown eyes widened, and he sat up nearly knocking heads with Faye. "What the hell do you think you're…?" He trailed off and swallowed meagerly.

            "Think I'm what, Spike?" She narrowed her eyes, a feeble trace of a smile still left on her lips. She stretched her arms into the air and yawned taking a seat in the metal table directly across from Spike.

            He stared a moment more. His lips parted and his head moved in a small circle as he looked her over again. "I…" He stammered.

            "What…Spike?" Faye breathed. She leaned in towards Spike, and batted her eyes. Making a dangerous move she placed a hand on each knee and drew her face to his. "I'm yours Spike, remember?" She whispered into his ear.

            Spike smiled, and pulled back a bit. "Finally came to your senses, and fell in love with me, didn't you?" He didn't particularly like her choice of clothes but it would do, she wouldn't be wearing them for long anyway.

            Faye nodded. "I want you Spike." She pulled at the black tie on his suit and drew her lips to his cheek. She'd taunt him, pride at him, and when he was begging on his knees, she'd crush him like the insect he was. Break his heart, and leave him out to dry. She laughed to herself, watching his every move… 'You're mine.'

            Spike smirked and moved in to kiss her, but Faye pulled back and sat back on the lime green chair. "Faye, what are you…" He trailed off as he noticed she was holding back spits of laughter.

            "I'm really good at this," Faye let her head roll back and she stared up at the ceiling. Spike looked over her outfit. Yellow. Her hair was pulled back from her face by a yellow headband; her chest was barely covered by a yellow top, held closed, only by a single blue plastic button. Her long, shapely legs had a pair of pale pink knee-highs, and her yellow shorts stopped just above her butt when she was standing…who knew how high up they went when she was sitting. Spike swallowed and stared a moment longer. "So, if you were the type of killer who went after—"

            "Hookers, yes I fell for it." Spike chewed on a sprinkle on his left thumbnail. His eyes narrowed as he felt the pain. Faye watched with dull green eyes.

            "That's just going to make it worse." Spike paused and put his hand in his lap.

            "Like you can do better…" He growled.

            Faye wrinkled her nose together, and moved back to the metal table taking hold of his thumb. "You need long nails to get rid of the evil stepmothers." Faye mused.

            Spike arched an eyebrow up at her as she pulled at his hangnail. "Stepmother?" he questioned.

            Faye smirked. "That's what I've always called hangnails." Faye tugged and pulled it out.

            Spike blinked. "I always called them sprinkles…" He coughed, and avoided eye contact as she started to laugh. "Shut up." He muttered.

            "Well, your sprinkle is no more Mr. Spiegel." Faye stood and walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge.

            He watched her walk, eyeing that outfit again. "So, you're going to wear that when we go after Hearts?" Spike turned the channel a few times before turning it off in boredom.

            "I thought you and Jet already had this thought out." Faye grabbed two sodas and waved one in the air towards Spike. "You want one?"

            Spike nodded and she tossed it across the room into his hands. "Thanks," he grumbled. "Yeah, Jet's the brains, I'm the brawns, and you're the decoy." He piped. His eyes dulled as Julia's face flashed into his mind.

            Faye pierced her lips together. She looked away for a moment, as she opened the tab on her soda and took a small sip. "I'm the decoy." Faye whispered under her breath.

            Spike's eyes widened and he looked her over again sensing her mood change. "You can still back down. Go home if you want to." Spike reassured her. "There'll be other bounties, Jet and I can manage." He smiled and tapped the top of his can, hoping it wouldn't explode when he opened it.

            Faye smirked, shaking her head. "Its fine," Faye looked down. "I owe you for saving me…" She bit down on her lower lip. "My place was trashed anyway; I'd be looking for a home right now if I wasn't staying here." She looked back over at Spike who continued to tap at his soda can as he looked over at her.

            He looked away as his gaze met hers; he held his soda in his lap. "You know Hearts personally, don't you?" Spike looked back up. His face was completely serious.

            Faye frowned, and glanced away, before nodding. "I was sitting in a coffee shop one morning. He sat down at my table and asked me out." Faye grimaced. "At the time, I didn't know who he was," Faye sighed and looked back up at Spike. He gritted his teeth and slammed the soda can onto the table.

            "Damn it, Faye!" He cursed. Faye's eyes closed, and he did the same taking a deep breath. "Why didn't you tell Jet or me sooner?"

           Faye shuddered. "It'll work," She breathed. "He's still after me…I'll come up to him at the club, kiss him, and offer him a drink. You come up from behind and grab him, that's all you have to do, please; I just want him to be caught." Faye stood and walked away.

            Spike opened his soda, and it still came up a bit. He quickly sipped at the foam, and set it down on the table as he watched Faye walk away. "Damn it…"

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