Disclaimer: The poem "Kubla Khan" belongs to Coleridge(too many British
literature classes)
None of the characters belong to me either
Warning: Drug content
This story is a standalone. It's not part of any series.
Xanadu
The sunshine felt like warm honey on her exposed skin. Dimly, Faye swore she could smell it too. She flung her arms wide and tilted back her head, opening her mouth to let the sweet golden substance shine in. She watched it melt on her bare arms and run in sticky rivulets down her body.
A mean hand grabbed one of her outstretched wrists and yanked her around. Faye blinked owlishly and wobbled on unsteady legs. Her slowly focusing eyes honed in on a mass of wild green hair. She was pretty sure it belonged to the hand.
Her gaze instinctively dropped to find the head the hair was attached to. "Astro turf." She giggled.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" The man with the Astro-turf hair was slightly unhappy.
"I'm good." She slurred and tried to twirl to prove her point, only to stop when she realized he was still holding her wrist.
"And why are you standing on the deck in your underwear?" He held up the rest of her garments.
Faye frowned at Spike's stupidity. "I didn't want to get honey on them."
He gawked. There really was no better word to describe his expression. Spike's mouth had dropped open and his eyes had suddenly gotten very big. He stood frozen statue-like in surprise.
Faye grew impatient. She reached forward with her free hand and pushed his jaw closed. He shook himself. "Are you high?"
Faye laughed and pulled out of his grasp. "As a kite, as a bird, as a plane," she paused to whirl in a circle with her arms held out to either side. "As superman!" With that exclamation, Faye soared across the deck, arms still out to each side and oblivious that she hadn't left the ground.
Spike turned on his heel and went back into the Bebop to find Jet. Maybe Jet would understand. He certainly didn't. Faye on drugs was just out of his league.
Faye never noticed her shipmate's departure as she was still soaring across the deck. Soaring was fun stuff. She'd have to teach Spike, then he wouldn't stare at her like that. He'd understand. Then they could soar together. She sighed happily and drifted toward the edge of the deck.
The ocean was a beautiful lake. She giggled at her own redundancy. "It must be warm this time of year." She dipped a toe to test it and smiled in narcotic-induced satisfaction.
An old verse zapped into her addled brain and she set it free with gusto as she gazed at her domain.
"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea."
Jet and Spike stepped onto the deck to see Faye poised at the edge of the deck. Spike looked at Jet. "What's she doing?"
Jet shrugged and the two shuffled across the desk until they could make out the words she was mumbling.
"Wave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drank the milk of Paradise."
When she was through, she stepped off the deck without ceremony and plunged into the icy water below.
Jet and Spike raced to the place they'd seen Faye disappear from and peeked over the edge. The two men glanced at each other indecisively. Jet shook his head. "I've got a bad knee, remember?"
Spike sighed and shrugged out of his jacket. He glanced over the edge, looking for Faye's bobbing head as he pulled off his shoes and socks. "Next time she decides to pull something like this, you rescue her."
Jet frowned as he watched Spike dive off the deck after their wayward femme fatale. He tossed a ladder down to the two swimmers and wandered back toward the hatch. Faye had a lot of explaining to do.
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Xanadu
The sunshine felt like warm honey on her exposed skin. Dimly, Faye swore she could smell it too. She flung her arms wide and tilted back her head, opening her mouth to let the sweet golden substance shine in. She watched it melt on her bare arms and run in sticky rivulets down her body.
A mean hand grabbed one of her outstretched wrists and yanked her around. Faye blinked owlishly and wobbled on unsteady legs. Her slowly focusing eyes honed in on a mass of wild green hair. She was pretty sure it belonged to the hand.
Her gaze instinctively dropped to find the head the hair was attached to. "Astro turf." She giggled.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" The man with the Astro-turf hair was slightly unhappy.
"I'm good." She slurred and tried to twirl to prove her point, only to stop when she realized he was still holding her wrist.
"And why are you standing on the deck in your underwear?" He held up the rest of her garments.
Faye frowned at Spike's stupidity. "I didn't want to get honey on them."
He gawked. There really was no better word to describe his expression. Spike's mouth had dropped open and his eyes had suddenly gotten very big. He stood frozen statue-like in surprise.
Faye grew impatient. She reached forward with her free hand and pushed his jaw closed. He shook himself. "Are you high?"
Faye laughed and pulled out of his grasp. "As a kite, as a bird, as a plane," she paused to whirl in a circle with her arms held out to either side. "As superman!" With that exclamation, Faye soared across the deck, arms still out to each side and oblivious that she hadn't left the ground.
Spike turned on his heel and went back into the Bebop to find Jet. Maybe Jet would understand. He certainly didn't. Faye on drugs was just out of his league.
Faye never noticed her shipmate's departure as she was still soaring across the deck. Soaring was fun stuff. She'd have to teach Spike, then he wouldn't stare at her like that. He'd understand. Then they could soar together. She sighed happily and drifted toward the edge of the deck.
The ocean was a beautiful lake. She giggled at her own redundancy. "It must be warm this time of year." She dipped a toe to test it and smiled in narcotic-induced satisfaction.
An old verse zapped into her addled brain and she set it free with gusto as she gazed at her domain.
"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea."
Jet and Spike stepped onto the deck to see Faye poised at the edge of the deck. Spike looked at Jet. "What's she doing?"
Jet shrugged and the two shuffled across the desk until they could make out the words she was mumbling.
"Wave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drank the milk of Paradise."
When she was through, she stepped off the deck without ceremony and plunged into the icy water below.
Jet and Spike raced to the place they'd seen Faye disappear from and peeked over the edge. The two men glanced at each other indecisively. Jet shook his head. "I've got a bad knee, remember?"
Spike sighed and shrugged out of his jacket. He glanced over the edge, looking for Faye's bobbing head as he pulled off his shoes and socks. "Next time she decides to pull something like this, you rescue her."
Jet frowned as he watched Spike dive off the deck after their wayward femme fatale. He tossed a ladder down to the two swimmers and wandered back toward the hatch. Faye had a lot of explaining to do.
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