Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop. If I did, then it would be closed captioned. Oh well...
A/N: OOC. Yep. Some may call this Spike/ Faye, but I think it's just some of that camaraderie Gren spoke of.
"Gren. Is he dead?"
Spike paused his trek to his room and looked at me. "Yeah."
I didn't say anything. Just continued staring at the ceiling. A few seconds passed and I heard him resume his walk.
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I don't know how long I sat there, staring at the ceiling over the top of my magazine. Quite a while I guess. I heard Jet say something about it being late, at that he was gonna turn off the overhead lights, but I didn't care. I just sat and stared. The room plunged into darkness and I continued staring. Nothing to stare at now, but that didn't matter.
I heard the steady plod of someone walking into the room before I saw anything, and then all I could see was the glow of his cigarette. Spike stood over the couch for several long moments before sitting down. He just sat at the other end of the couch without a word.
I started to come out of my numb state of mind. I don't even know why I was there in the first place, but I was. The thoughts and feelings that I'd been ignoring for the past couple of hours started to spin through my head.
Why'd he have to go a do a dumb thing like that? He knew he'd get himself killed if he confronted that...creep. I mean, what kind of guy goes and throws his life away like that?
"The kind of guy who's not sure where things stand and has to find out. No matter what it costs him."
I jumped slightly. I hadn't realized that I'd been talking out loud until Spike answered. Oops...
I didn't say anything for a few minutes. There isn't really an answer for a statement like that.
I started talking again. I don't know why, I just couldn't stop myself.
"Gren was a pretty nice guy. It's always the nice ones that get killed. Funny how that's the way things work. Told me I was running away 'cause I didn't want to be abandoned, so I left first. Maybe he was right, I dunno. I said that I didn't need anybody. I don't think he believed me. He valued comrades. Said he and Vicious fought together on Titan. He thought that Vicious testified against him in the trial. That's why he had to go see him, to find out if it was true. But couldn't he have lived without knowing? Couldn't he have just let well enough alone and gone on with his life?"
I knew that was incredibly disjointed, but I just couldn't stop the flow of words. At least, I couldn't until the tears started. Oh great going Faye. Cry in front of Spike. You'll never hear the end of this.
Spike didn't say anything, just reached over and pulled me into a hug. I was too far gone to wonder why in the world he'd do that. I just sat there and cried on his shoulder.
I finally managed to gain control of myself after a few minutes and sat up. Before I could say anything he spoke up.
"No."
I was completely baffled. "No what?"
"No, he couldn't have just gone on with his life."
"Why?"
He was silent for a moment. "I know."
I was baffled by that rather cryptic response, but decided not to push. It briefly crossed my mind to ask him about Julia, but I was suddenly exhausted and decided that I didn't really care right now. I just wanted to sleep.
"Thank you." I said as I curled up at my end of the couch and shut my eyes.
"Yeah, sure."
I felt Spike stand up and walk away. A minute later he was back with a blanket, which he spread over me.
"G'night." I murmured, barely awake.
"Good night Faye."