Disclaimer: Go to chapter one.
A/N: And, thank you to the reviewers.oh, and somebody said something about the morgue not being in the basement. Actually, on average, the morgue is in the basement with the cafeteria. Gross, huh?
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It had been hard. For everyone, very hard. Ed had..cried, and that had probably been the worst, but she was easily able to move on. It wasn't so easy for Jet and Spike. Jet had come to terms, and played his 'father' role, pushing the Bebop farther through life, and so, life had gone on, like nothing had changed, though every now and then, Ed would bring Faye into a conversation, or Ein would whine ruefully in her room. It had been a near year, the body cremated, and now, here everyone was. Spike was the only one who had never really dealt with the whole ordeal, instead he just threw on his calm exterior, but, there was always something slightly off.
Jet noticed this one night, when wandering through the hall, he caught Spike staring at the door to Faye's room much like Ein did at times. This couldn't go on anymore. Spike had to learn she wasn't coming back. He laughed inwardly. How ironic. Spike was now experiencing what Faye had gone through with him. The same unsure longing, but this time there was a body. There was no mistaking it.
"Hey, Spike. What're you doing?" Jet asked, standing next to him, doing much the same as he was.
Spike just walked away, ignoring Jet's attempt's to have a civil conversation.
"What's your deal, Spike? She's not coming back, you need to move on!" he shouted after him. Spike stopped, and turned around.
"Where do you get off telling me what I need?" he asked lowly, nearly dangerous.
"Spike, you've got to look at yourself, everyday for the last however many months you've acted like her death didn't bother you one bit, but we can all see through it. Even that stupid mutt can tell. This isn't healthy. You've got to let her go." Jet said calmly, moving towards his friend.
"Let her go." Spike began sarcastically, "What a concept." He began to walk off again.
"I'm serious, Spike. I know you're hurt, so are we, but there's nothing you could've done to stop her from doing what she did. Faye had her reasons. You don't think that Ed and I haven't gone through what you're still stuck in?"
"Don't you try to compare your problems to mine, Jet. That's dangerous territory." Spike laid out, continuing, now near the hangar.
"Yeah, stupid me," Jet began, "And here I thought you cared. Faye would have been proud." The black dog began to walk away before being thrown against the wall, an arm pressed firmly against his neck. Spike's two- toned eyes glared into his.
"Dangerous territory." He reiterated, before hanging his head.
"It's not your fault, Spike."
"How can you say that?" the lanky man never lifted his head, still pressing Jet against the steel, "Everyday I wonder, if maybe, I had just been nicer, had given her the support she needed, if I had trusted her.then maybe, maybe she'd still be here, bickering with me at ever turn, but instead there's nothing, Jet." Spike looked up now. "Nothing."
"It's more than that, isn't it?" Jet asked, as Spike brought him down, "You really did care about her, didn't you?"
"I don't know these days, Jet. After losing Julia..it's like that all over again. I can't-"
The heart felt revelation was cut short by Edward's high, singsong voice, "Oh, BEBOP!" she began, "Edward has found something that you maybe Spike-person and Jet-person should see!" The little invitation echoed through ship, and boomed from the main room she was in, perched most uncomfortably as she typed away at her computer, her Tomato. Ein slept quietly next to her.
"What is it, Ed?" Jet asked as they came into the room through the round hatch.
"Come, COME!" Ed said in her 'spooky' voice. Spike rolled his eyes and threw his form over the couch, lying there without seeming interest. Jet made a meticulous effort to look over the little hacker's shoulder.
"What am I looking at, Ed?" he asked, curiously unsure.
After a few moments, Ed pulled up a new profile on a bounty.
Name: Romani Sex: Female Age: 24-26 Wanted for: Evading arrest, unlicensed weapon
The woman had a familiar glint to her, but so many things were wrong. She had deep eyes, just a plain blue, and hair to match, long, and unkempt. Pale skin, and dark make-up, what was he looking at, and then, he noticed something on her neck. There was a scar, something she gained from a ricocheted bullet which had grazed her about two years ago. This Romani woman, this was.Faye?
"It's FAYE-FAYE!" Ed said excitedly, and Jet's eyes glanced up to Spike, who had immediately sat up. Spike would kill her if he found her; he had to play it off like Ed was wrong.
"No, Ed," he began, "It just looks like her. She has blue eyes, and Faye didn't, and black hair, and Faye didn't."
Ed joy suddenly faded away with an indignant sigh, and Spike calmed down. What a cruel joke this is, he thought brutally. What a cruel joke.
"Besides, her name's Romani-" Spike suddenly shot up again.
"What was her name?!" he asked in a flush.
"Romani." Jet replied.
The lanky man jumped from the couch, and stared at the picture, it's true, the eyes and hair were wrong, but..it was a remarkable resemblance to Faye.
"Spike, what are you so excited about?"
"It's Faye, Jet, it's really Faye." He said in an astonished tone.
"How do you know?"
"Her name. I used to call Faye, Romani. I'm going to get her. Ed, where does it say she is?"
Jet tried to interrupt, to make this stop, but he was ignored as Ed punched out the stats. With them in hand, Spike took off down the hangar. He was nearly in the swordfish when he heard Jet calling after him.
"Spike, don't go!"
He was dumbfounded.
"What are you talking about, Jet?" Spike yelled back to the man on the deck.
"Didn't you ever think that she wanted to stay dead? Just like you did?" Spike stopped for a moment, before hopping in the ship anyway.
Faye, he thought, Faye.
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Next Chapter: "Faye, please..look at me." Why was it so soft? Why was he so calm, so..sad? And then, she did the only thing she could do, being that her legs were betraying her, not allowing her to run away despite how much she waned to. She flung around, gun cocked.
A/N: Please Review!
A/N: And, thank you to the reviewers.oh, and somebody said something about the morgue not being in the basement. Actually, on average, the morgue is in the basement with the cafeteria. Gross, huh?
--*--
It had been hard. For everyone, very hard. Ed had..cried, and that had probably been the worst, but she was easily able to move on. It wasn't so easy for Jet and Spike. Jet had come to terms, and played his 'father' role, pushing the Bebop farther through life, and so, life had gone on, like nothing had changed, though every now and then, Ed would bring Faye into a conversation, or Ein would whine ruefully in her room. It had been a near year, the body cremated, and now, here everyone was. Spike was the only one who had never really dealt with the whole ordeal, instead he just threw on his calm exterior, but, there was always something slightly off.
Jet noticed this one night, when wandering through the hall, he caught Spike staring at the door to Faye's room much like Ein did at times. This couldn't go on anymore. Spike had to learn she wasn't coming back. He laughed inwardly. How ironic. Spike was now experiencing what Faye had gone through with him. The same unsure longing, but this time there was a body. There was no mistaking it.
"Hey, Spike. What're you doing?" Jet asked, standing next to him, doing much the same as he was.
Spike just walked away, ignoring Jet's attempt's to have a civil conversation.
"What's your deal, Spike? She's not coming back, you need to move on!" he shouted after him. Spike stopped, and turned around.
"Where do you get off telling me what I need?" he asked lowly, nearly dangerous.
"Spike, you've got to look at yourself, everyday for the last however many months you've acted like her death didn't bother you one bit, but we can all see through it. Even that stupid mutt can tell. This isn't healthy. You've got to let her go." Jet said calmly, moving towards his friend.
"Let her go." Spike began sarcastically, "What a concept." He began to walk off again.
"I'm serious, Spike. I know you're hurt, so are we, but there's nothing you could've done to stop her from doing what she did. Faye had her reasons. You don't think that Ed and I haven't gone through what you're still stuck in?"
"Don't you try to compare your problems to mine, Jet. That's dangerous territory." Spike laid out, continuing, now near the hangar.
"Yeah, stupid me," Jet began, "And here I thought you cared. Faye would have been proud." The black dog began to walk away before being thrown against the wall, an arm pressed firmly against his neck. Spike's two- toned eyes glared into his.
"Dangerous territory." He reiterated, before hanging his head.
"It's not your fault, Spike."
"How can you say that?" the lanky man never lifted his head, still pressing Jet against the steel, "Everyday I wonder, if maybe, I had just been nicer, had given her the support she needed, if I had trusted her.then maybe, maybe she'd still be here, bickering with me at ever turn, but instead there's nothing, Jet." Spike looked up now. "Nothing."
"It's more than that, isn't it?" Jet asked, as Spike brought him down, "You really did care about her, didn't you?"
"I don't know these days, Jet. After losing Julia..it's like that all over again. I can't-"
The heart felt revelation was cut short by Edward's high, singsong voice, "Oh, BEBOP!" she began, "Edward has found something that you maybe Spike-person and Jet-person should see!" The little invitation echoed through ship, and boomed from the main room she was in, perched most uncomfortably as she typed away at her computer, her Tomato. Ein slept quietly next to her.
"What is it, Ed?" Jet asked as they came into the room through the round hatch.
"Come, COME!" Ed said in her 'spooky' voice. Spike rolled his eyes and threw his form over the couch, lying there without seeming interest. Jet made a meticulous effort to look over the little hacker's shoulder.
"What am I looking at, Ed?" he asked, curiously unsure.
After a few moments, Ed pulled up a new profile on a bounty.
Name: Romani Sex: Female Age: 24-26 Wanted for: Evading arrest, unlicensed weapon
The woman had a familiar glint to her, but so many things were wrong. She had deep eyes, just a plain blue, and hair to match, long, and unkempt. Pale skin, and dark make-up, what was he looking at, and then, he noticed something on her neck. There was a scar, something she gained from a ricocheted bullet which had grazed her about two years ago. This Romani woman, this was.Faye?
"It's FAYE-FAYE!" Ed said excitedly, and Jet's eyes glanced up to Spike, who had immediately sat up. Spike would kill her if he found her; he had to play it off like Ed was wrong.
"No, Ed," he began, "It just looks like her. She has blue eyes, and Faye didn't, and black hair, and Faye didn't."
Ed joy suddenly faded away with an indignant sigh, and Spike calmed down. What a cruel joke this is, he thought brutally. What a cruel joke.
"Besides, her name's Romani-" Spike suddenly shot up again.
"What was her name?!" he asked in a flush.
"Romani." Jet replied.
The lanky man jumped from the couch, and stared at the picture, it's true, the eyes and hair were wrong, but..it was a remarkable resemblance to Faye.
"Spike, what are you so excited about?"
"It's Faye, Jet, it's really Faye." He said in an astonished tone.
"How do you know?"
"Her name. I used to call Faye, Romani. I'm going to get her. Ed, where does it say she is?"
Jet tried to interrupt, to make this stop, but he was ignored as Ed punched out the stats. With them in hand, Spike took off down the hangar. He was nearly in the swordfish when he heard Jet calling after him.
"Spike, don't go!"
He was dumbfounded.
"What are you talking about, Jet?" Spike yelled back to the man on the deck.
"Didn't you ever think that she wanted to stay dead? Just like you did?" Spike stopped for a moment, before hopping in the ship anyway.
Faye, he thought, Faye.
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Next Chapter: "Faye, please..look at me." Why was it so soft? Why was he so calm, so..sad? And then, she did the only thing she could do, being that her legs were betraying her, not allowing her to run away despite how much she waned to. She flung around, gun cocked.
A/N: Please Review!