Disclaimer: Go to chapter one.
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"You really fucked up this time, Spike." Jet said flatly, not too carefully changing his bandages.
Spike said nothing, just sat, taking the subtle abuse Jet was giving him. "I can't believe you socked her. She's going to kill you when she gets up."
"When will we reach Mars?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Mmm..soon. About 20 minutes. The Bebop's on autopilot. Why?"
Spike shrugged, standing up. "I have 20 minutes to fix this mess before she takes off again, for good."
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Faye stood before the small mirror in her room, taking out the contacts in her eyes, and running her fingers through her thick, ratty hair, until a knock at the door startled her out of her tangled little reverie.
"Go away." Is all that came out of her mouth, not that she thought anyone would actually abide by her threat, however she didn't expect what did happen.
Spike short wired her door, and slid the panel open.
"I said, get out!" Faye through a random blunt object at the figure, which Spike easily dodged. He stood straight up, and stared her down before beginning his plea for forgiveness, "Faye, look, I'm-" he stopped short, seeing the damage he had bestowed upon he perfect face. There were dried trails of blood that had leaked from her nose, and a black-blue ring just beneath her eye and the side of her nose.
"Oh my, God." He stated simply.
Faye immediately covered her left eye. "Get out!" she screamed at him.
Spike began to walk forward, and he stopped just short of her.
"Let me see your eye." He asked simply.
"Like hell." She replied.
Spike hung his head. "I really am sorry, Faye. You just..hit a nerve."
"Oh really, I hadn't noticed, now, get ou-" He threw his hand over her mouth. There was that attitude coming back. She was so very different from Julia, and maybe that's why she was so refreshing.
"Look, Faye..I know I hurt you, more than just physically. I really am sorry for that. I didn't realize that the things I did bothered you to the point of such drastic measures. There was so much I was unsure of-"
Faye tore his hand off of her face. "Save it. I'm going home, and I will never, ever see you again if I can help it."
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There were a few good-byes said, but they lasted only moments before the Bebop took it's leave. Spike had not said goodbye. Faye would not have let him, so, he didn't bother..and just watched the planet beneath them fade away. He had lost another one, and for some reason, this hurt so much more then losing Julia.
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A few days passed, and in time, Bebop was as it always had been, but for whatever reason, that Saturday had just started out strange.
Spike got up groggily, rubbing his shoulder as it had begun to heal, but a squeaky Ed caught his attention as she began to scream.
"Ed, what is it?" Spike cried, finding her in the main room, typing away feverishly as Jet hovered over her.
"Can you play it again, for Spike, Ed?" Edward nodded, bringing up a screen and hitting play.
Spike stood behind the little hacker, and as soon as the pre-recorded movie began to play, Spike tensed.
The camera panned about, and rested on a picture of Faye, laying on the ground unconscious, another bruise showing itself on her face. The camera then went blank, a voice searing uneasily.
"Consider this a final 'fuck you' Spike. This time, I win."
He knew that voice. He KNEW that voice. However, it was improbable. How could he have survived, but then again, so had Spike. Why did Vicious want Faye?
For moments, there was pure silence, before Spike nearly screamed to Ed, "Can you trace the signal?"
"Ed has been trying, but it is blocked! Oh, Ed is worried for Faye-Faye!"
Spike stood up then, and headed towards his precious ship. "Don't worry, Ed, I'll find her."
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Slowly, Faye came too, finding herself thrown onto a couch in some office. She rubbed her jaw for a moment as it seared in pain, she was sick of being hit in the face. She then took a moment to look about, but could not have expected..
"Vicious." She said in whisper, eyes widening. He was sitting behind a desk, doing paper work, and scarcely glanced at her. She immediately dove for the door, but before she reached it, she heard Vicious's voice calmly speak.
"It's locked."
She stopped in mid flea. Where were the death threats? The blood and gore? Where was that sword of his? This was more than strange, this was flat out FUCKED.
"Why am I here?" she asked him abruptly. He stood then.
"You know, you're very lovely. Time has certainly done you well."
She canted her head at him, "What are you getting at?"
"Nothing." He said simply. "I just thought you should know."
"Uh.thanks." She said a bit unsure.
"Of course." He said gently, coming closer to her.
"I'm very sorry about the injury to your face, but my men said you were too hard to handle conscience, so, I allowed them to knock you out. I hope it's not too bad."
Faye didn't know what to do, and worse, she couldn't tell if this was an act or not. She could never had imagined this side of the killer she had come to know him as, and, the worst part was, she nearly felt safe with him like this. She absently laid her hand upon the second bruise on her face.
"It's fine."
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A/N: Okay..I know this is kind of corny, but here's a head's up. Vicious ISN'T acting, he's really trying to be nice..but WHY?
(PLEASE REVIEW!)
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"You really fucked up this time, Spike." Jet said flatly, not too carefully changing his bandages.
Spike said nothing, just sat, taking the subtle abuse Jet was giving him. "I can't believe you socked her. She's going to kill you when she gets up."
"When will we reach Mars?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Mmm..soon. About 20 minutes. The Bebop's on autopilot. Why?"
Spike shrugged, standing up. "I have 20 minutes to fix this mess before she takes off again, for good."
--*--
Faye stood before the small mirror in her room, taking out the contacts in her eyes, and running her fingers through her thick, ratty hair, until a knock at the door startled her out of her tangled little reverie.
"Go away." Is all that came out of her mouth, not that she thought anyone would actually abide by her threat, however she didn't expect what did happen.
Spike short wired her door, and slid the panel open.
"I said, get out!" Faye through a random blunt object at the figure, which Spike easily dodged. He stood straight up, and stared her down before beginning his plea for forgiveness, "Faye, look, I'm-" he stopped short, seeing the damage he had bestowed upon he perfect face. There were dried trails of blood that had leaked from her nose, and a black-blue ring just beneath her eye and the side of her nose.
"Oh my, God." He stated simply.
Faye immediately covered her left eye. "Get out!" she screamed at him.
Spike began to walk forward, and he stopped just short of her.
"Let me see your eye." He asked simply.
"Like hell." She replied.
Spike hung his head. "I really am sorry, Faye. You just..hit a nerve."
"Oh really, I hadn't noticed, now, get ou-" He threw his hand over her mouth. There was that attitude coming back. She was so very different from Julia, and maybe that's why she was so refreshing.
"Look, Faye..I know I hurt you, more than just physically. I really am sorry for that. I didn't realize that the things I did bothered you to the point of such drastic measures. There was so much I was unsure of-"
Faye tore his hand off of her face. "Save it. I'm going home, and I will never, ever see you again if I can help it."
--*--
There were a few good-byes said, but they lasted only moments before the Bebop took it's leave. Spike had not said goodbye. Faye would not have let him, so, he didn't bother..and just watched the planet beneath them fade away. He had lost another one, and for some reason, this hurt so much more then losing Julia.
--*--
A few days passed, and in time, Bebop was as it always had been, but for whatever reason, that Saturday had just started out strange.
Spike got up groggily, rubbing his shoulder as it had begun to heal, but a squeaky Ed caught his attention as she began to scream.
"Ed, what is it?" Spike cried, finding her in the main room, typing away feverishly as Jet hovered over her.
"Can you play it again, for Spike, Ed?" Edward nodded, bringing up a screen and hitting play.
Spike stood behind the little hacker, and as soon as the pre-recorded movie began to play, Spike tensed.
The camera panned about, and rested on a picture of Faye, laying on the ground unconscious, another bruise showing itself on her face. The camera then went blank, a voice searing uneasily.
"Consider this a final 'fuck you' Spike. This time, I win."
He knew that voice. He KNEW that voice. However, it was improbable. How could he have survived, but then again, so had Spike. Why did Vicious want Faye?
For moments, there was pure silence, before Spike nearly screamed to Ed, "Can you trace the signal?"
"Ed has been trying, but it is blocked! Oh, Ed is worried for Faye-Faye!"
Spike stood up then, and headed towards his precious ship. "Don't worry, Ed, I'll find her."
--*--
Slowly, Faye came too, finding herself thrown onto a couch in some office. She rubbed her jaw for a moment as it seared in pain, she was sick of being hit in the face. She then took a moment to look about, but could not have expected..
"Vicious." She said in whisper, eyes widening. He was sitting behind a desk, doing paper work, and scarcely glanced at her. She immediately dove for the door, but before she reached it, she heard Vicious's voice calmly speak.
"It's locked."
She stopped in mid flea. Where were the death threats? The blood and gore? Where was that sword of his? This was more than strange, this was flat out FUCKED.
"Why am I here?" she asked him abruptly. He stood then.
"You know, you're very lovely. Time has certainly done you well."
She canted her head at him, "What are you getting at?"
"Nothing." He said simply. "I just thought you should know."
"Uh.thanks." She said a bit unsure.
"Of course." He said gently, coming closer to her.
"I'm very sorry about the injury to your face, but my men said you were too hard to handle conscience, so, I allowed them to knock you out. I hope it's not too bad."
Faye didn't know what to do, and worse, she couldn't tell if this was an act or not. She could never had imagined this side of the killer she had come to know him as, and, the worst part was, she nearly felt safe with him like this. She absently laid her hand upon the second bruise on her face.
"It's fine."
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A/N: Okay..I know this is kind of corny, but here's a head's up. Vicious ISN'T acting, he's really trying to be nice..but WHY?
(PLEASE REVIEW!)