Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop or "Silencer" by MeWithoutYou

A/N: I must admit, I'm actually excited to write this chapter. This my first Gren chapter. He really didn't get enough play in the Series. And don't worry, I will explain why he's alive. And this will be heavily song influenced (between this and it's continuation, I'll use every line in the song) - to make it kinda stand out, cuz I think it's safe to say everyone loves Gren. It'll probably be a pretty long chapter, too.

To anyone who hasn't seen the movie: Do it. There's a big part of this chapter that won't make any sense unless you've seen it. AND, for everyone who has seen the movie, and just isn't in "the know" - the events of the movie are supposed to take place around Session 11, just before the Bebop crew's run in with Gren.

Session 5:

Silencer (Part 1)

Don't waste your lips on words I've heard before

Kiss my tired head.

And each letter written wastes your hand...

You gave me hope that I'd not lost her

And then thought it rather strange to see me smile-

As I don't do too much smiling these days...

Gren's apartment held a certain mystery to it, much like his place on Callisto. Pictures were everywhere. None were new. It was not a happy sight of someone holding on to beautiful memories of their childhood. It was not the kind of pictures someone with a bright future ahead would have. Nearly all were faded. Quite a few were torn. Some bore a few water stains - tell tale signs of tears. It was not a happy sight. It was like a wallpaper of past sorrows. Past sorrows that refuse to remain in the past.

Faye couldn't help but feel a bit of deja vu. A glass was placed before her. It was not quite as elegant as the one she held with him in Callisto. It was much smaller and gave off the air that it had seen as many troubles as its owner.

Soon it was filled with vodka. She honestly couldn't remember what he had served her that night. Her mind was too clouded with the sickness that being so underdressed on Callisto had brought her.. But his memory was intact. In fact, if he remember right, it was even the same bottle that they left unfinished that night.

Neither opened their mouths for a long time. It wouldn't be right to waste their words on friendly formalities - they went through that last time. Gren wasn't the type of man to waste words.

He couldn't help but admire her beauty. It brought a smile to his face. It was a strange feeling to smile again, but it felt fitting in her presence. She was so mysterious and seductive. She had a certain mischievous glimmer in her eye. She always did. Julia did, too.

"You know, you remind me a lot of her. I can see why Spike went to Callisto to find you."

A sad smile crept across Faye's face at the mention of Spike. If only Gren knew what emotions he was churning up in her. "He didn't come looking for me."

A soft, friendly laugh escaped Gren's lips. "Is that what he said? With men like him, I wouldn't believe it."

Faye took another solemn sip of her drink. Her eyebrow merely raised in an automatic response.

"Julia told me once... His eyes were two different colors. One eye sees what's in front of him, and the other continually looks at the past. Something like that can distort your vision."

Faye fought the blush that threatened her face. Was he suggesting what she thought he was? About Spike? "Well, that doesn't mean much anymore. He's gone, Gren."

The tall man, leaning on a wall covered in pictures, made no sign of surprise. The news obviously didn't get to him. After pulling a gun on him, while he kept a perfectly calm face, Faye doubted anything got to him. "I wouldn't believe that, either."

She didn't want to get angry. She didn't know why talking about Spike made her angry. But it happened anyway. "No, Gren! He's gone! For good! He's d --"

"Dead?" A smirk came to Gren's face. He still hadn't moved from his spot. He still wasn't surprised. It was like a movie that he'd seen a few too many times. Life held no surprises for him. "I know. I'm just saying you might be confusing fact with rumor."

Faye sat back in defeat. She let the soft comfort of the couch engulf her. She had been looking for Gren, but she never expected their meeting to take this kind of turn. He was just as much trouble to her as she was to herself.

Gren watched a certain sadness take over Faye. He couldn't bare it. What he had told her on Callisto was true - he wasn't interested in women. He wasn't interested in men, either. People like him weren't interested in much. But she was different. Who in there right mind wouldn't be interested in her? Just like Julia. In fact, if the stories he heard were true, the two had met. Even Julia could resist the strange allure Faye had.

"I'm supposed to be dead, too, Faye."

Come kiss my face goodbye -

That space below my eye and above my cheek

Cause I'm faint and fading fast

I see a darkness and I shall be released.

I'll pass like a fever from this body

And softly slip into his hands...

Soft eyelids fluttered open. Soon, they closed again violently. The light was too much for Gren to bear. The encounter only managed to add intensity to the throbbing in the back of his head. Where am I?

A hearty laugh made him open his eyes again in curiosity. He squinted, trying to identify the form standing above him. It was useless. "You have a lot more to worry about than the light hurting your eyes."

There was a certain harshness in that voice. It was the type of voice that could not be masked. No matter how pleasant it's owner tried to make it seem, that voice still held a deep hatred in it. But this person didn't bother to hide his intention. He hated everyone and everything, and he wanted all who heard him to know it. Only someone who had been greatly wronged in the past would feel like this. Only someone as sick as a madman would take pride in feeling like this. "Vincent?"

***

I was ready to die. I wanted to die. I had lived longer that I should have already. Vicious had made certain that I met my end. I thank him for it.

But Vincent? I still don't understand why he's trying to save me. I still don't understand why he isn't dead yet. He survived Titan with me and Vicious. He underwent the same kind of procedures as me and Vicious. They say that what they did to us was some sort of cure or something, but I never believed it. We've been lied to before, why would they tell us the truth about that?

I can feel it killing me. Those little machines the put in my blood. I felt them start to kill me the day I was sent to prison. Prison... Vincent was sent there, too. Vicious told the ISSP that he was working with me. Said that Vincent covered up all of my trails and threatened anyone who found out. He was out smarted by Vicious, too.

That's why I never questioned why Vicious was still alive. He wasn't a normal human. Watching him on the battle field made me doubt his mortality. That's why Vicious is alive, but Vincent? Vincent was just a normal human. Just like me.

Vincent talks to me while I rest. I asked him why, and he told me human contact helps the healing process. Bullshit. He's just got a lot on his mind and he's making me listen. I'd listen anyway - it's not like there's much else to do here on Titan.

He told me once about a man he met. His name was Spike. He told me about how amazing the kid was. One of the best fighters he's met in a long time. Smart, too. I had trouble stopping myself from saying "yeah, I know."

He tells me that he came here to die, too. He tried to just a few days before I came here. After being stopped by Spike, he figured killing himself would be just as good as killing everyone else.

I guess I'm the one that ruined that plan. Me, Vincent and Vicious were real close back on Titan. Maybe that's why we all volunteered for the same procedure. Anyway, me and Vincent grew a lot closer after we both got screwed by Vicious. In fact, he's the one who planned the jail-break with me. I would've stopped to save him, too.

***

"Vincent, what the hell are you doing!?"

Vincent raised the gun and pointed it straight at Gren's head. "I've tried a lot of things to help you. None of them have worked. Desperate times call for desperate measures!"

Gren made no move to dodge the attack that would soon be coming. He had wanted to die originally, after all. Thinking about it made it seem foolish that he should change his mind just because he ran into Vincent.

Seeing no further objections were to be made, Vincent pulled the trigger. The tiny ball hit Gren's chest hard and exploded on contact. It's tiny passengers soon took to the air, unseen by any human eye.

Gren examined himself. There was no blood. There was no bullet hole. There was pain, but he had felt worse before. He didn't understand. What did Vincent just do?

Soon, it all became clear as a hacking fit ensued. He had seen other people do what he was doing countless times. He knew just what was happening. "The ... lymph... o... cytes?"

Vincent's lips curled up slightly. He was pleased that Gren finally understood. "Yes, the lymphocytes. Your body isn't healing because of all the contamination on Titan. You'll just get worse. The nanomachines in you will react soon. They'll give your immune system a boost."

The nanomachines? That couldn't be. Gren was sure that they were what was killing him in the first place. Vincent was wrong and had just made a terrible mistake. But, as if reading Gren's mind, he spoke. "You still don't get it. Those things in you aren't killing you. Betrayal is."

Vincent turned and headed for his ship. He would leave without explaining his words to Gren. He didn't need an explanation, though. Gren knew just what he meant.

She put on happiness like a loose dress

Over pain I'll never know

"So the peace you had," she says,

"I must confess, I'm glad to see it go."

...

I've made you so happy and so sad,

But which should I be more sorry for?

The story had interested Faye greatly, but she still looked at him as nonchalant as ever. Just like he had done to her. "So, you came back to get revenge on Vicious?"

Gren paused. His hand hung in limbo before he finally brought himself to bring the glass the rest of the way up to his lips. As he sipped, he couldn't help but laugh within his own mind. "Something like that..."

"I wouldn't recommend it. That idea's what got Spike in so much trouble."

Both remained in a much needed silence. The story took a bit of energy out of Gren. It pained him to think of what happened to Vincent. That man was more of a danger to himself then he could ever be to anyone else. It also was a hard story to tell because he had to admit to himself that only a year ago he was ready to die.

Faye's silence was a much sadder one. This conversation had brought up many bad realizations. Spike was gone. No matter what Gren said, she was still convinced. And to top it off, she had almost lost Gren, too, without even noticing it.

They both sipped on their vodka, content with their silence. Each casually glanced at the other. Nothing needed to be said. The first time they met, they both had spoken so freely, it seemed almost fitting that silence hung over them now.

Faye thought it somewhat sad that she break that silence, but she spoke nonetheless. She couldn't help but notice something was different about Gren. She also couldn't help but comment on it. "You don't seem quite as peaceful as you did when we first met."

She waited for him to reply, but he never did. It didn't matter much to her. She didn't expect him to. "I must confess, it makes me somewhat glad. It's nice to know I'm not the only one around here without peace."

A laugh forced it's way out of Gren. Peace? Peace was never something he understood. Since the war on Titan ended - since this so called 'peace' was achieved - he's felt more troubled than he ever did before. Peace of mind and peace of body are two different notions, he mused.

She couldn't stop herself from smiling when she heard him laugh. She didn't care why he did, she just let it ease her mind. She looked up at him as she remembered why she had been looking for him in the first place. Those troubled, yet beautiful eyes. Just as captivating as Spike's, but in a different way. It was something she couldn't figure out - something she didn't want to figure out. Knowledge meant a loss of mystery. That would take the fun out of the whole thing.

"You know, I'm happy you found me."

Gren hid his surprise well, but the comment still spawned him into action. For the first time that night, he sat down. His apartment was similar to the one in Callisto. Two couches were still situated opposite each other. He sat across from Faye, refilling both of their drinks. "But what I've sad has made you sad."

No denial came. Faye and he both knew it was the truth. But sometimes the logical truth didn't matter. Lots of logical things didn't matter to Faye when she was around Gren. She stood and crossed the gap between herself and her host. She had a certain seduction in her eyes as she sat next to him.

She finished her glass much more quickly than the others before it. She didn't know whether it was the alcohol or not, but Faye couldn't stop herself from getting lost in those pale blue eyes. With a coy smile, she placed her glass on the table in font of them. In perfect silence, she asked for one more drink.

He gladly obliged. He was getting the opportunity with Faye that he never allowed himself to have with Julia. Now he could only remember and regret. He had heard of Julia's fall. He couldn't help but wonder if he could've changed her fate if only he embraced her company.

But life had too many 'what ifs'. He deemed the subject dead as he reached over to pour Faye one last drink. He watched as the final drops of the bottle fell into her glass. The final drops of the bottle they had started together so long ago.

"Young man come and lead me to your bed..."