Session # 2
"Okay, Faye, where's the body?" was the first thing Jet asked as he walked into the living area of the *Bebop*, arms full of groceries. Faye, having taken the couch that had been long-vacated by Spike, looked up from a magazine she had been reading over.
"Hm?" she asked curiously as Jet walked over to the kitchen. "Oh, you mean the lunkhead. He locked himself in his room."
Having gotten his answer while he was in the kitchen, Jet had to lean back to look back at her with a puzzled look. "Is he sick or something?" he asked with more curiosity than worry.
"Don't think so." Faye tossed the magazine onto the table, stood, and went into the kitchen, searching the groceries. "Is there meat in there?" she questioned, digging out a pack of bellpeppers and wincing.
"Yeah, look." Jet pulled out a package from a bag and tossed it to her.
Her eye twitched. "Tofu isn't meat, Jet," she informed him, tossing it back at him, upset that they would go yet another long while without real meat. How long had it been since she had eaten anything with meat anyway? Jet ignored her as he studied the package and scratched his head.
"Must have grabbed the wrong thing," he muttered before staring at it for a moment longer and shrugging. "Ah, beef was too pricy anyway."
Faye sighed, leaning against the wall, crossing her arms over her slim frame. "Great," she muttered with a frown.
"So what'd you and Ed do to drive him in his room?" Jet asked when he had finished puzzling over how he had mistaken tofu for beef. Faye hadn't moved from her spot on the wall and merely shrugged in reply to the question. Only a look from Jet was able to make her sigh and relenquish an answer as she studied her nails.
"Tried to teach him a game," she said, her head titling to the side as her expression slowly became thoughtful. "He got pissed about something I said and left."
Confused at why this would cause Spike to retreat to his actual room, as it had never occurred before, Jet immediately asked, "What'd you say?"
Faye gained a sly look as one side of her lips tilted upward and her green eyes looked over to the side, as if they were trying to see behind her. "You know," she said lightly with a bit of a drawl as she stood up and away from the wall, arms still crossed, though this time higher on her chest. "I think I'll be nice for once and not say anything."
She exited the kitchen, walking straight into the living room before pausing and, after a quick look behind her, slowly, quietly making her way back toward the kitchen, listening closely as she pressed up against the wall beside the entrance. Just as she had thought. Spike had been doing just what she was doing while she and Jet were talking. He thought he was so sneaky...
"She gets weirder everyday," Spike's voice said lazily, offhandedly, as though he was talking about the weather.
Jet's voice came with a very small chuckle that wouldn't have been noticed if you didn't know Jet. "Same for you," he said before pausing for a moment. "So...willing to tell me what you two said while I was out?"
"No." Faye couldn't help but to shake her head at the blunt answer. The prize for the bluntest reply should go to Spike.
"Damn..." Jet said half-heartedly, "I need security cameras or something."
There was a sigh, and it wasn't from Jet. "Forget it, Jet. It wasn't anything important."
Faye frowned as Jet then replied, "Faye said it got you pissed off."
Here, Spike's tone took on an slightly annoyed tone, "Yeah, well, Faye Valentine doesn't know me very well, does she?"
Just then, Ed came racing into the living room, signalling that Faye would have to move from her listening spot to find another one. "Vroooooooooooom!" shouted the wild red-head. "Bounty Head! Bounty Head! Jet-person! Spike-person!"
"Hold on, Ed," Jet called as Faye quickly hid in the hall, as it would have looked positively ridiculous to hide behind the couch.
"Ah," said Spike as he walked out of the kitchen behind Jet, rubbing his hands as he then sat down on the yellow couch with Jet sitting in the chair across from the couch, "a Bounty. Just what I need."
"Edward is holding!" Ed cried from her position on top of the stairs that lead to the hangar. Faye looked over and nearly fell over as she saw the position Ed had chosen to 'hold' in. One leg wildly up in the air, one arm out in front of her, the other behind her, her second leg being her only support though she was merely on her tip-toes, and her head was balancing Tomato precariously, wabbling as she shook with the effort of keeping still.
Jet sighed as he also looked over. "Ed, start moving again before you pull a muscle or something."
"Wait a minute, Jet," Spike objected before studying the small girl thoughtfully. "She's better this way."
Faye felt like hitting the lunkhead in the head.
"Ignore Spike, Ed," Jet said, frowning disapprovingly at his partner as Ed hopped over to the two of them. "Put the computer here."
Ed took the computer from her head and spun around. "Tomato! Tomato! Spadae-NATO!" she sang before tossing the computer onto the table.
Jet didn't say anything as it slid up to him, his fingers already above the keyboard before it settled completely in front of him. Spike looked to the older man with a semi-bored expression. "So who's this Bounty? Probably just another--"
Ed came up behind Jet, who had obviously been accessing certain files on the Bounty, and spun the computer around to face Spike. "Taa-daa! Antoni Bevelt!" she announced proudly before Jet turned the computer screen back toward himself.
"Hm..." he murmured thoughtfully as he studied the profile, "illegal seller of IDs and Social Security passes. Wanted for fraud, a case of second-degree murder, and affiliation with--Spike!" He looked up angrily at his partner, who had slammed the laptop closed, before freezing and losing his angry expression.
Spike's expression looked deadly.
"Forget this Bounty, Jet," he said coolly, his face like stone.
Faye blinked in surprise, remembering the expression from the conversations she had had with him that clearly meant that the topic should not be taken any farther.
"Spike--" Jet objected as Spike began to stalk away, toward the back of the ship, which was--luckily--not in the direction Faye was at.
"I said: forget about it," Spike interrupted loudly and would've been yelling if it wasn't for the fact that it had been spoken in a cool, though harsh, tone.
Jet and Ed were quiet for a moment before Ed said lowly, "Ed no think Spike-person like Bounty Head-person."
Jet then sighed, rubbing his forehead. "On the contrary, Ed. I think he does and therein lies the problem."
"And you said he had a heavier mask on," Faye said, coming out of her hiding place. Jet didn't do anything save give her a quick glance.
"And I still stay to that," he replied firmly.
Faye rolled her eyes. "I don't," she stated before seating herself on the once-again-vacated couch. "I just think he's moody, and I think I know why." She pulled out a cig and a lighter and lit up, looking thoughtful.
Jet gave her a dubious look. "Why?"
Faye cocked her head slightly. "How much is this information worth?" she asked with a grin.
"A place to sleep at night."
She considered it. "...sorry, won't cut it." She stood and walked off toward her room.
"Women," she heard Jet mutter, "and it doesn't help that Spike's pissed at me, too."
"Edward save the day!" Ed cried proudly. "Jet-person is not lonely!"
"Decided to come out again?" her feminine voice questioned lightly as he sat on his couch, leaning back with his hands above his head and ignoring her. It wasn't as though she had been asking an innocent question. Faye Valentine didn't do 'innocent.' Plus, at the moment, Spike really wasn't in the mood to bicker with her.
Faye, however, apparently did. "Are you 'thinking' again?"
"What's it to you?" he asked dully, not really wanting to speak to her but knowing if he didn't answer, she'd never leave him alone.
"Nothing, actually," she replied just as lightly as she had asked her first question. He rolled his eyes and stared up at the ceiling, pondering over the Bounty that Ed had found a few hours ago. Faye's curiosity got the best of her, "So, Spike, what have you been moody about lately?"
"None of your business."
"Hm...you're right," she agreed, making him to blankly look to her for a moment. "It's not." She stood from her seat on the yellow chair across from the couch and stretched her arms high above her for a moment; an action which would have caused any man to come to feel certain 'feelings.' Spike, however, ignored her behavior and looked back up at the ceiling to avoid those 'feelings.'
Faye huffed after she had finished her stretch, and Spike looked at her in bored curiosity as she sniffed haughtily, "Don't ask me any favors in the future, Spiegel. You blew your chance here."
For a brief moment, the thought of taking her comment and twisting out-of-context came and then went. "Why should I tell you anything?" he asked suspiciously. "You'd probably sell the information, knowing you."
"O' ye of little faith," she retorted as she flung herself back into the folds of the yellow chair. "How 'bout this: I tell you something; you tell me something."
A silence descended upon them.
"Why the hell are you doing this?" he asked, exasperated.
Faye smirked, ignoring his need to be left alone once more. "One of the things I remember my dad doing. He was a psychiatrist--oops, that was my information, wasn't it? Your turn then."
Spike blinked and then sighed, looking up at the ceiling. How the hell did she always trap him like that? There would be times whenever she did something like that and he would ignore it, but then he'd go back and do something to make it even. It was a weird honor thing or something that he just seemed to need to do. It happened whenever people helped him, was nice to him, gave him information about themselves...
Perhaps it was that if he didn't, he'd feel guilty. Yeah, that was it. He didn't like to feel guilty.
"...I don't know anything about my parents," Spike eventually muttered after a long pause, grudgingly relenquishing the information Faye sought.
"See?" she said with false cheerfulness. "That wasn't too bad."
Spike sighed. "I need a cigarette."
"Okay, my turn then." Faye thought for a moment before stating, "I started smoking when I was in high school."
Spike looked at her incredulously. "I thought you started when you were unfrozen."
"Good. Don't tell Jet any different, either," she said, giving him a threatening look.
He ignored the look. "Well..." He paused for a moment, his mind quickly thinking of a way to end the question-answer session...thing he was stuck in. "I guess I started when I was...fourteen? Twelve? I dunno...I might have been ten," he responded, brow furrowing in thought as he considered how to tactfully tell Faye to end the session, though it could have been mistaken for confusion about what year it had been.
Now it was Faye's turn to give him a skeptical look. "All right...let's see--"
"You know," Spike interrupted smoothly, "I don't need a psychiatrist."
So much for tact.
Screw it. Who uses tact anyway?
"I think you do," Faye responded with a frown, obviously knowing that Spike wanted to stop the conversation.
"If I do, I'll see a real one." He got up from the couch and pulled out a cigarette, sticking it between his lips before muttering, "Just stop trying to dig into my past, all right?"
As he lit up, Faye said with a mocking tone, "And I thought you weren't chained to your past anymore."
Spike inhaled and exhaled, smoke curling upward to the ceiling, before giving her a steady look. "I never said whether I was or I wasn't, but you're lucky," he said and began to walk off, his left hand in his pocket.
"Why?" questioned Faye behind him curiously.
Spike smirked, his cigarette dangling between his teeth. "Well," he said lightly, looking over his shoulder at her, "I told you two more things about me that Jet doesn't know."
She stared at him. "That's something to be proud of?"
A low chuckle escaped him, though he hadn't meant to laugh, hadn't felt like laughing. "Don't try to understand me, Faye. Just let me be the way I am."
He was on top of the steps toward the hangar when he heard Faye mutter angrily to herself, "Ugh! I hate it when he weasels out of stuff!"
"You put her up to it, didn't you?"
"Oh, please." Jet looked up from his work on the Hammerhead and gave his partner a mild glare. "Why the hell would I count on Faye to get me information?"
There was a brief pause. "...good point," Spike muttered before he sighed lightly and leaned against the Hammerhead's side as Jet went back to his work. "So what's going on?"
"Getting ready for a Bounty Ed found," the elder Bounty Hunter answered as he finished up whatever he had been doing and pulled himself up from the ground.
"Jet..." Spike gave him a warning look.
"Listen, Spike," Jet said, tossing a rag that he had been wiping his hands off with onto his shoulder and giving the younger man an even look. "I know you know this guy from somewhere, but I can't just ignore him. He's an outlaw, and he's worth twelve million woolong--"
"All this for money?" demanded Spike and, when Jet didn't reply, kicked at the ship he was leaned against angrily. "Damn it, Jet, I can't just let you do this."
Jet ignored the underlying anger that laced his partner's voice as he simply said, "I knew you wouldn't. Ed!"
Spike opened his mouth to speak but paused before reaching to feel at his nexk. "What the hell?" he questioned before looking at the ex-ISSP officer. "Jet, what are you--!" His shout cut off as he took a step forward, stumbling slightly. " ...damn it..."
"For you own good, Kid," Jet said, grabbing a hold of the now-unsteady Bounty Hunter. "Trust me."
"Damn it..." Spike muttered feeling at his neck again. "Jet, don't--"
"Don't tell me what to do," Jet said with a bit of reprimanding tone before he continued to lead the younger man out of the hangar. "You're lucky I chose to use the six-hour tranq."
By the time Jet and Spike reached the living room area, Spike was out of it and Jet had the younger man slung over his shoulders. Faye, who had been sitting in the yellow chair looked up from whatever the hell she was doing and rose a delicate eyebrow at the elder man as he placed Spike onto the couch. "What's wrong with him?" she asked with a bit of curiosity.
Jet grunted, "Passed out."
Faye nodded slightly before turning her attention back to what she had been doing. "So what else is new?"
"Keep an eye on him, Faye," Jet said as he began to head back toward the hangar. "He shouldn't be up for a while, but just in case--"
"Got it covered," Faye interrupted before pausing, "though I don't know why I'm playing baby-sitter."
She gave him a side-way glance.
"I'm going after a Bounty and Ed's coming along," was the simple answer.
Faye gained an 'ah' look, understanding that she wasn't invited to go to catch the Bounty, which was happening more and more lately. "Fine," she said, ignoring this fact. "Have fun."
"Be careful," Jet warned with an amusingly serious expression. "He's going to be mad as hell when he wakes up."
Faye just smiled slightly. "Again: so what else is new?"
"Ed. Start looking for any places where Bevelt would be."
"Aye, aye, Mon Capiiiiiiii-tan!" the young child hacker shouted loudly, immediately clicking keys and intently studying the computer screen. Jet sighed, still feeling slightly guilty for going after this Bounty. Spike hadn't wanted him to go after Bevelt for some reason...
He shook his head. "Sorry, Spike, but the past is the past and it shouldn't affect the present," he said firmly, not really realizing he was talking to himself.
"Ed found him!"
Jet looked to her, surprised. It shouldn't have been that easy. "Where?"
Ed pointed out at the starboard window. "There!"
There it was indeed. It was a pretty small ship, resembling the Redtail slightly in its round shape. One thing was for sure though, whoever was piloting it was insane. "The hell!" he exclaimed as the small craft flew over the Hammerhead, barely missing the window by mere meters.
"Howdy, Cowboy," a voice said with a light tone on the radio. "Heard you were looking for me."
Jet stared at the radio. "How the hell did you--?"
"Oooooh...." Ed interrupted, leaning in front of Jet to look at the radio intently as if she could see who it was on the other side. "Anti! It is Anti-person!"
The man on the radio chuckled. "And you must be Radical Edward. Pleasure to finally meet you."
"Mm-hm!" Ed agreed before she was shoved back.
"What is this?" Jet demanded, looking from the radio to Ed and back. "A hacker's guild?"
"You could say that," the man agreed before clearing his throat. "Actually, I heard you were looking for me and caught a glance of your files. Nice ship you got there. The name suits it."
"So that's how you make phoney IDs," commented Jet, mostly to himself.
"One of my many gifts," was the witty response. "Now, I'll let you catch me on one condition."
Jet gave the radio a curious look. "What's that?" It wasn't everyday that a Bounty made a deal with the Hunter...
...well, yeah it was, but still, this was a pretty unique Bounty.
"You have three crew members, correct?" asked the Bounty before listing the names, "Radical Edward, Faye Valentine, and Spike Spiegel."
"What's it to you?" Jet asked suspiciously.
"I'll let you capture me," the man continued, sounding strangely mischievous though it wasn't obvious in his tone, "if you allow me to see Spike Spiegel and speak with him alone."
The request itself was enough to put Jet in an uneased state. Whenever Spike was involved with something, it was never good. "Sorry to tell you this, but he's back on the Bebop," he told the man. "He shouldn't be awake for another couple of hours."
"Glad to hear he gave you trouble," the Bounty said with amusement.
"Now look," Jet said seriously, his tone hardening. "I don't know who the hell you are, but you seem to know Spike. Why should I trust you?"
"Aw, come on, Cowboy," the man answered drawlingly. "I'm surprised the boy's still alive--what with what happened."
Something was tapping his head, and Jet turned to see that it was Ed. "Anti-person from Mars, Jet-person," she said with a serious expression, which didn't help at all.
"Really?" he said, looking from Ed to the radio. Nothing good came from Mars anymore. Not when it involved Spike. "From the Syndicate?"
"Hell no!" the man immediately denied. "I'd never join them, Cowboy." His tone took a thoughtful air as he then muttered, "Too bad the kid never thought that way."
Jet looked over to Ed, who was already into her computer again and wasn't paying attention, before turning back to the radio, sighing and rubbing his brow. "Fine," he finally said, his voice becoming firm as he continued, "but remember that you're going to the police once you're done talking with Spike."
"Sure thing. Don't have much left to live for. Might as well be turned in."
Jet paused for a moment. "I think, until I know more, that you're why Spike always talked like he did."
The man chuckled. "Go on ahead, Cowboy."
Faye looked up as she heard the tell-tale sounds of someone coming from the hangar. Ed came in first, bursting through the doorway and running down the stairs to sit in her usual spots where Ein was lying. "Jet?" Faye asked when the elder man came in. "I thought you wouldn't be back yet."
"Got a surprise." The surprise then decided to walk in.
Faye rose an eyebrow at the sight of the elder man standing behind Jet. "Brought the Bounty home?" she asked with some amusement.
"Anti-person comes to see Spike-person!" Ed shouted from her spot, waking Ein in the process.
Faye blinked in slight surprise. "Oh, that explains the tranquilizer."
Now it was Jet's turn to look surprised. "How--?"
The woman rolled her eyes, tossing a small, miniature dart at Jet, who caught it with ease. "I'm not an idiot," she said simply.
"Ah," the Bounty commented with a bit a smile, "so this is Faye Valentine."
A bit of a smile found its way onto Faye's face. "Glad you've heard of me," she said, always happy to have people notice her.
"How long has it been?" Jet asked, turning the Huntress' attention toward the couch, where he was studying the unconscious Spike.
"Five hours, I think." She sat up and stretched, commenting, "He's boring when he's just lying there, you know. And for once, he's not a mummie."
"Mummie! Mummie-Spike-person!" Ed exclaimed randomly.
Jet shook his head with amusement before announcing, "I'm making dinner. Watch over these three, will you?"
Faye sighed. "Stuck baby-sitting again," she muttered before turning her attention to the Bounty, "So, what're you in for?"
The man shrugged. "Forgury, fraud, a small case of murder..."
"Interesting," said Faye, remembering hearing this information from when Ed had looked up that information on a Bounty, "and you're what? Forty?"
"Sixty-nine, actually."
An eyebrow raised in surprise. "Sure," she said before looking back to the yellow couch and saying, "Ed, get away from Spike. He's going to be majorly pissed when he gets up."
"Edward thinks Spike-person won't be," the young hacker said, peering closer at the green-haired man rather than listen to Faye's command.
"Oh, really?" Faye questioned half-heartedly. "Why?"
"Anti-person is here!" was the quick answer before the redheaded girl tumbled away from the couch.
"Huh?" Faye asked with some confusion. That was when she noticed that the Bounty had moved from his standing position near the hangar and was now leaned over against the unconscious Bounty Hunter on the yellow couch.
"Well," he commented lightly, "I can tell he's been through a lot."
Faye felt her eye twitch slightly in annoyance. "What was your first clue?" she asked coolly.
The Bounty looked to her and frowned. "Don't feel so irritated, Ms. Valentine. I know that you must hate what he's done to himself, but that's just the point. He did it to himself."
Faye looked away from him, sticking her nose into the air, though she felt more annoyed than indignant. "You have no right to talk this way about either of us," she said stiffly.
"Protective, eh?" questioned the Bounty, chuckling. "Are you the same way when he's awake?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," the Huntress said before turning away from the Bounty to work on her nails some. The Bounty, however, hadn't yet finished what he had been saying.
"Here's some advice," the old man said, "don't push him." At a narrowed-eyed look from Faye, he continued, ignoring the look, "he's still recovering and shouldn't be pressured, but of course if you wait too long, he might just regress, if you know what I mean."
Faye opened her mouth to speak, when Ed exclaimed, "Spike-person's awaaaaaake!" She turned to look at the couch to see that the young hacker was correct, Spike was regaining consciousness, though as he tried to rub his eyes his limbs seemed to move slowly and jerkily. Effects from the tanquilizer, obviously.
"Not so loud..." he muttered, as he sat up a bit, looking as if he had a hangover.
"About time," Faye said, placing her elbows on her knees and watching him as he looked over to her. "Don't know why Jet used such a strong tranquilizer."
Spike's eyes then hardened as he remembered what had happened before he had been knocked out. "I do," he said shortly, quickly jumping to his feet, stumbling slightly, "because now I'm gonna kill him!"
The Bounty sighed. "Oh, sit down before you embarrass yourself in front of Ms. Faye here and myself," he said loudly, enough to announce his presence.
Spike, however, didn't seem to realize nor care who had spoken, "I didn't ask for your--" He stopped for a moment before turning to the old man with curiosity. "Tony?"
"He was never quick on the pick-up," the old man said with a sigh.
"Now just wait just a minute, Tony," Spike objected sharply. "I was drugged."
The Bounty shrugged. "Doesn't matter. All my lessons...wasted on your idiot mind."
"Hey, wait a minute, damn it! You do damn well to remember that you were the one that insisted!"
"And his temper's atrocious! Worse than ever."
Faye looked curiously at the Bounty, having enough of watching the two argue. "Oh, so he was always this bad?"
The old man nodded slightly. "I think the years of an undisciplined life have also made it worse."
"I hate organization. You know that," Spike immediately said in his defense.
"The Red Dragon then?" Spike didn't answer. "I see..."
"It's an old mistake--"
"Are you kidding?" the old man demanded loudly. "They want you as leader! Mao had planned to have you be his heir; but you went and did that crazy scheme, and that monstosity you once called 'friend' took charge! You killed him and now they are in the belief that Mao was wise to have chosen you. The Dragon is still very much a part of who you are, who you were, and who you will become."
Faye stared at the man for a moment, surprised by how much he knew about Spike's time in the Syndicate. Then her attention went to Spike, who was glaring at the man with a look of almost anger. Was that look directed at the man or what the man had said? Was everything the man said true? Faye knew somewhat about what had happened between Vicious and Spike while Spike was in the Syndicate, but had Spike really been the next in line?
"You obviously don't know me very well anymore, Tony," Spike said lowly, bringing Faye's attention back to the present. "They tried to keep me in once, but I made it out--"
"By the skin of your nose," the man interrupted.
"Plenty of skin left to lose," Spike countered.
"Even if it belongs to another?"
That brought a silence upon the two men, who were watching one another, neither breaking contact with their gazes...
...then Jet entered. "Dinner's ready, everyone--" He stopped himself as he saw what was happening. Surprisingly, after this interruption the younger man in the staring contest yielded and then backed off, stalking off. "Spike?" Jet asked as his partner retreated.
"...what brought that all on?" was the first thing Faye asked.
"It was a test," the Bounty said simply.
Jet's brow furrowed in confusion. "A what?"
"Sure sounded like an argument to me," Faye muttered, eyeing where Spike had exited the room.
The old man nodded. "That was also the test."
"Did he pass?" she asked, curiously, her attention now on him.
"Hm..." muttered the Bounty, "I'm not certain. He's much more defensive than before, but he is also better with his points."
"What the hell?" Jet asked, still confused. "Why test him?"
The man sighed. "Obviously, he's never told you. I was his...hm...I suppose you could say mentor. About twenty-so years ago, I caught him trying to pick-pocket a man. He was about...oh...seven or eight at the time. It was raining, I remember that."
Faye muttered, "The story of Spike's life: it's always raining."
"Oh, I'm sure the sun's sure to shine," the man said with a light tone. "Continuing: I taught him all I knew to help him survive in the life he was to live. He was an odd one. Watched Bruce Lee movies."
Faye snorted. "Yeah, that sounds like him."
"Now I feel kind of bad," Jet said, scratching his bald head, forgetting that he was in his frilly apron again.
The man chuckled lightly. "Don't worry, Cowboy. He probably wouldn't care if I went and turned myself in."
"He was pretty upset that you had a Bounty," Jet said with a bit of confusion, clearly not understanding how he should be feeling about the situation.
"Hmph," said the man haughtily. "More like upset that there was still someone left alive that knew him the way I do."
Faye nodded in agreement. "That sounds like him." She paused. "...I think."
Jet sighed, "Well, we'd better get eating."
"What's for--"
"FOOD!" Ed shouted, running to the kitchen.
"--dinner?" Faye finished asking as she stood, ignoring Ed's interruption.
"Tofu and bell peppers."
The Huntress' face turned sour. "Should've known." She looked to the old man. "You should be careful with Jet's cooking."
"What are you talking about? Tofu and bell peppers is a delicacy." With that the Bounty went on into the kitchen as if it was completely normal for a captured criminal to be walking, talking, and eating amongst the people who had captured him.
Again Faye rose an eyebrow in a curious look. "This explains a lot."
Coming Episode:
Faye: The best way to describe life is to compare it to a song. Songs tend to have repeats and seems to want to go on forever...then it ends. Only it never truly ends. Not when there are people listening. The final chord struck can leave a lasting impression on them that allows them to carry on the song and never let it end. Next episode: Song That Never Ends. Sometimes it's best to have start back at the beginning.
Author's Note: Wow, I actually got this chapter out. ^.^ Go me! Anyway, this chapter probably isn't very well written...I wasn't exactly very inspired but I was wanting to update this fic, so I wrote up what I wrote. ^.^" Hope you liked this chapter! ^.~!
Notes: The name Antoni was inspired by my writing this when discussing Shakespeare's Julius Caesar in class (MONTHS ago). Don't ask me why I thought to put Antoni as a name...I just liked it ^.^