Title: The Messenger
Author: Obsidian Mist
Disclaimer: I know you might find this rather shocking, but I do not own Cowboy Bebop.
Author's Notes: This is mainly from session 25, The Real Folk Blues (part one). I tried to stay true to the storyline, though I'm sure that some of the dialogue doesn't quite match. That said, I hope you enjoy and please review, as I desperately need feedback.
1 The Messenger
I had Ambition, by which sin
The angels fell;
I climbed and, step by step, O Lord,
Ascended into Hell W.H. Davies
Faye stared after the red convertible and the infamous Julia as the blond sped away. "When you see Spike tell him that I'll be waiting there, he'll know what I mean, tell him that I'll always be waiting there." Julia's words ran again through her head, the significance of them, of what they would mean to that fuzzy haired cowboy, was obvious. That didn't stop Faye from wishing she had never been asked to relay the message. It was hard enough to know that Spike was probably going to put his neck on the line again to get revenge on Vicious and for her, the only woman he'd ever loved. To make things even more complicated, she had left the Bebop to rediscover a past that had been lost for all these years, she had departed from the once fishing vessel for what she thought was the last time.
But the scattered memories that had led her back to Earth were no more. She ultimately realized that while lying on the ground of what use to be her home and looking up among the stars. Not only had practically all the people who had known her in that other life died or became residents at nursing homes, but even the stone and mortar that had been her once house lay in ruins. She was all that remained, all that had survived the cruel hands of time. "Belonging is the best." She had told Edward before flying off in Redtail, and she had meant that statement with all her heart. Belonging was the best way to live, and now she didn't have that. Looking to the past for companions had only dug up skeletons, and the present, well she doubted there were any who would consider her their companion.
Letting out a sigh, she leaned against her MONO and took out a cigarette. Blowing the smoke into the red and orange sky, she knew that she was going to go back to the Bebop, back to him. Even if she would only be in the way, at least she could give him one thing, news of his true love. It didn't matter how much she wished she had never met that beautiful angel, she still was obligated, though she didn't know why, to tell Spike. The cigarette almost a stub, she tossed it to the ground and took off.
"You can't come here and expect me to fix your ship." Admonished Jet like a mother scolding a child. Faye's green eyes darted around the room expectantly. "Where is he?" She asked with a little more force than was necessary." Jet looked confused, why did she come back if it wasn't to have him fix her Redtail? "What?"
"The guy with fuzzy hair, where is he?"
"Spike? He's in the workshop." Jet Black had been about to state that he still wasn't going to do any repairs, but that woman had flown out of the room before he could. Her heart pounded heavily, her pulse throbbing against her neck and ears. Why was she doing this? She had saved Julia's life, there isn't much more you can do for a person. Yet here she was back on the only place during these last few months that resembled anything close to a home, after she had tried to abandon it for a white mansion that now was rubble. Here to deliver a message.
She stood in front of the open door, his back towards her as he prepared a gun. He was going to go down to Mars and fight in what very well may be his last battle. No matter how many guns he prepped, they would be of little help against the sea that was the syndicate. And to tell him what the fallen angel had told her would that lead him to salvation or hell? She was about to say that 'ha ha, you probably won't believe this, but I sorta ran into your old flame and she wanted…' but the words remained lodged in her throat and refused to come out. In desperation she turned to leave, how could she have ever thought that he would care about anything she had to say?
"What's up? You look like you have something on your mind." His calm voice interrupted her plans of escape. He didn't even turn to face her; he had seen her in the glass of water that sat on the table. God, why did she come back? What in the hell had made her feel that she had to play messenger? It wasn't even like she had agreed to take on such a role, but Julia, that damn dangerous, exotic woman had driven off before Faye could ask her how she had known that she knew Spike. Of course, Julia being the perfect woman that she was had gotten the right Faye Valentine.
"Julia asked me to tell you something." She could see the muscles in his back tense at the mention of her name. He quickly discarded the gun and came over to her, his mismatched eyes holding more emotion than she had ever seen. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, as if afraid she was going to walk away without delivering the message. "What did she say?"
"That you were to meet her there, that you'd know what she meant." For a second confusion reigned before he remembered, the cemetery. She shook off his arms as if the touch had burned her, and it had. He only touched her when he wanted something from Faye, not as a woman but as an informant, fellow bounty hunter, or roommate. He ran off than, ran of to be at her side, and in that instant Faye Valentine knew envy of the harshest denomination. She knew all too well that never would Spike dash to her side, never would he feel anything for her except loathing, contempt, and disgust. He took off and never looked back, because there was nothing on Bebop that could ever measure to the woman he loved.
Owari?
Well, what did you think? I can see this being a one-shot or a series, depending on what all you guys and gals think. Please review and give me your opinions. This is my first Cowboy Bebop fic and I hope to follow it up shortly with more.
Author: Obsidian Mist
Disclaimer: I know you might find this rather shocking, but I do not own Cowboy Bebop.
Author's Notes: This is mainly from session 25, The Real Folk Blues (part one). I tried to stay true to the storyline, though I'm sure that some of the dialogue doesn't quite match. That said, I hope you enjoy and please review, as I desperately need feedback.
1 The Messenger
I had Ambition, by which sin
The angels fell;
I climbed and, step by step, O Lord,
Ascended into Hell W.H. Davies
Faye stared after the red convertible and the infamous Julia as the blond sped away. "When you see Spike tell him that I'll be waiting there, he'll know what I mean, tell him that I'll always be waiting there." Julia's words ran again through her head, the significance of them, of what they would mean to that fuzzy haired cowboy, was obvious. That didn't stop Faye from wishing she had never been asked to relay the message. It was hard enough to know that Spike was probably going to put his neck on the line again to get revenge on Vicious and for her, the only woman he'd ever loved. To make things even more complicated, she had left the Bebop to rediscover a past that had been lost for all these years, she had departed from the once fishing vessel for what she thought was the last time.
But the scattered memories that had led her back to Earth were no more. She ultimately realized that while lying on the ground of what use to be her home and looking up among the stars. Not only had practically all the people who had known her in that other life died or became residents at nursing homes, but even the stone and mortar that had been her once house lay in ruins. She was all that remained, all that had survived the cruel hands of time. "Belonging is the best." She had told Edward before flying off in Redtail, and she had meant that statement with all her heart. Belonging was the best way to live, and now she didn't have that. Looking to the past for companions had only dug up skeletons, and the present, well she doubted there were any who would consider her their companion.
Letting out a sigh, she leaned against her MONO and took out a cigarette. Blowing the smoke into the red and orange sky, she knew that she was going to go back to the Bebop, back to him. Even if she would only be in the way, at least she could give him one thing, news of his true love. It didn't matter how much she wished she had never met that beautiful angel, she still was obligated, though she didn't know why, to tell Spike. The cigarette almost a stub, she tossed it to the ground and took off.
"You can't come here and expect me to fix your ship." Admonished Jet like a mother scolding a child. Faye's green eyes darted around the room expectantly. "Where is he?" She asked with a little more force than was necessary." Jet looked confused, why did she come back if it wasn't to have him fix her Redtail? "What?"
"The guy with fuzzy hair, where is he?"
"Spike? He's in the workshop." Jet Black had been about to state that he still wasn't going to do any repairs, but that woman had flown out of the room before he could. Her heart pounded heavily, her pulse throbbing against her neck and ears. Why was she doing this? She had saved Julia's life, there isn't much more you can do for a person. Yet here she was back on the only place during these last few months that resembled anything close to a home, after she had tried to abandon it for a white mansion that now was rubble. Here to deliver a message.
She stood in front of the open door, his back towards her as he prepared a gun. He was going to go down to Mars and fight in what very well may be his last battle. No matter how many guns he prepped, they would be of little help against the sea that was the syndicate. And to tell him what the fallen angel had told her would that lead him to salvation or hell? She was about to say that 'ha ha, you probably won't believe this, but I sorta ran into your old flame and she wanted…' but the words remained lodged in her throat and refused to come out. In desperation she turned to leave, how could she have ever thought that he would care about anything she had to say?
"What's up? You look like you have something on your mind." His calm voice interrupted her plans of escape. He didn't even turn to face her; he had seen her in the glass of water that sat on the table. God, why did she come back? What in the hell had made her feel that she had to play messenger? It wasn't even like she had agreed to take on such a role, but Julia, that damn dangerous, exotic woman had driven off before Faye could ask her how she had known that she knew Spike. Of course, Julia being the perfect woman that she was had gotten the right Faye Valentine.
"Julia asked me to tell you something." She could see the muscles in his back tense at the mention of her name. He quickly discarded the gun and came over to her, his mismatched eyes holding more emotion than she had ever seen. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, as if afraid she was going to walk away without delivering the message. "What did she say?"
"That you were to meet her there, that you'd know what she meant." For a second confusion reigned before he remembered, the cemetery. She shook off his arms as if the touch had burned her, and it had. He only touched her when he wanted something from Faye, not as a woman but as an informant, fellow bounty hunter, or roommate. He ran off than, ran of to be at her side, and in that instant Faye Valentine knew envy of the harshest denomination. She knew all too well that never would Spike dash to her side, never would he feel anything for her except loathing, contempt, and disgust. He took off and never looked back, because there was nothing on Bebop that could ever measure to the woman he loved.
Owari?
Well, what did you think? I can see this being a one-shot or a series, depending on what all you guys and gals think. Please review and give me your opinions. This is my first Cowboy Bebop fic and I hope to follow it up shortly with more.