Sorry this is taking so long. I got a lil sidetracked with Algebra
2....*mumbles incoherent things about the stupid subject.* Hmm.....speaking
of homework.....I really should get started on that...Hm....Anyway, Enjoy!
Oh yea, I added a lil fluff in here. I promise everything will get better
but I need some stuff to set up the climax.
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop or any Guns n Roses song.
A Life Full Of Saturdays : Sweet Child Of Mine
She had no past. She had nothing that could remind her of her past. No memories, no journals, no photos, no nothing. At night, she would lay awake, wondering what kind of life she had led before she had lost her memory. Did she have a good job? Was she happy? What was her family like? Was she....in love? And Faye would mentally hit herself for thinking up such things. She was lucky that she had been adopted by the Bebop crew, even if the crew consisted of a lazy playboy, a parental figure of an ex cop, a computer prodigy teenager, and an equally smart Corgi. How Faye fit into the complex puzzle of the Bebop was a mystery all in its own. She would smile at the brainteaser left before her, only to have her mind wander back to the questions of her past. She couldn't help it. She knew that the future was more important, but Faye felt like a piece of her would be missing until she found out about her past. She remembered a conversation between Ed, Spike, and Jet a few weeks earlier. Jet laughed about his first fishing trip with his father and how the small fish slipped right out of his hands and into his pants. Spike chuckled and said that growing up, everyone thought he looked like his father, but in reality, he had gotten his wild green hair from his mother's side. Even Ed had a story about her father leaving her at a daycare. Faye wrapped herself up into a tight ball. Did she ever go fishing with her own father? Did she look like her mother? Did they love her to pieces or discard her like trash? So many unanswered questions.
Have you ever found yourself looking for something? An object, not worthy of the Almighty Dollar, but holding enough sentimental value that you turn your room into the sight of a Guns n Roses blockparty? And then, BOOM! It was there all along, floating about your presence and going undected by your searching eyes. That is exactly how that day turned out for Faye. She had been constantly searching for some clue, some hint of evidence, of what her life had been like before being frozen. And just like that, a tape has found her.
Of course, Faye isn't the type to just accept packages with wondering the ulterior motive is. Which is exactly what happened when the delivery man sat a package in front of Jet with Faye's name written all over it...
Spike tore open the crisp brown paper of the package as Jet lectured about running tests on the stupid thing. He was angry, Spike noticed. But who wouldn't be after paying someone else's C.O.D charges? Spike smiled to himself and stared down at the strange object laying in his hands. What kind of crap had Faye gotten into now? He pulled at the slick material, trying to figure out the contraption. Luckily, they could get money for such an antique. So, the vixen was good for something. The trip however, proved to be wasted time. Not only had they come back with the wrong machine to play the damn tape, but the owner of the previous VCR kept calling Spike about the 'breaking' his machine. Spike blew it off and motioned to Jet that another package had come in, before tearing this one up like the videotape. They would finally find out why the bounty huntress had sent herself a tape and a VCR, and charging herself for that matter.
She had run. She hadn't meant to but fear got the better of her and she ran. But her heart wanted her to return before her brain finally gave in. She walked in expecting a chiding from the brute Jet and a witty comment from Spike that would leave her hollow on the inside. She took his words to heart whether he knew it or not. She would always tell herself that he was teasing, just trying to get a rise out of her, which in reality, he was. But sticks and stones can break your bones - words shatter the soul. (Heehee....thank you chicken soup for the soul!) He was speaking what everybody else feared to say - that she was bitchy, had an attitude problem, was a liar, a cheater, and couldn't give a care in the world for others. Of course she was like that! She had been cheated by a double crossing lawyer who only wanted to get rid of his debt by lring to women when had first awoken. She had almost got her ass kicked - almost killed - by a teenager in her first week of freedom. People looked down on her like she was useless; she had to prove them otherwise but bringing their ignorant behavior out in the open and cheating them for everything they're worth, just to ridicule them like they had ridiculed her. She lied to get her way through life. It was how she learned how to live in this universe. Could anyone blame her for being the way she was? Spike and Jet just didn't understand. She was frustrated. Not only with herself but with the entire world not giving her chance to live a normal life.
She kicked a small stone out of her way as she entered the hanger of the large ship. Her presence was noted but not welcomed. The crew was still bitter about her departure. In fact, Jet refused to let her watch the mysterious tape without paying a small fee. She huffed and stomped out of the lounge area, only to hide herself behind her comrades, secretly wanting to know what was on the tape herself. The television lit up with the eerie glow of the video and a small violet haired preteen appeared in all her camera shy glory. Faye had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. That was her hair, and her eyes, but she couldn't remember those boney legs, or that innocent smile that hadn't been corrupted by the sins of greedy men and money hungry collectors. Her mind stretched to try to relive what she was seeing but nothing came forth. How could all this shown be true? This couldn't be her. This couldn't be Faye. There was no way.
*The hero dies in the end.....* 'I can't remember..'
*Happiness, no worries, not a care in the world..* 'I can't remember...'
*A life full of Saturdays...* 'I can't remember...' The squeaky voice echoed in everyone's ears, especially Faye's. (A/N : I can't remember everything right off the bat what the young Faye said in the video so this is a guesstimate)
"Am I happy? Is there a special guy in my life?" A small laugh was heard behind the camera. "I'm probably driving him crazy." A few more inspirational moments and then the girl came on in a cheerleading outfit. "I don't know what i'll be like in ten years but remember you can always turn to me. I'm always here for you. You just be you for me." 'I don't remember you!!' Tears swelled up in her moss colored eyes. She wanted to remember this little girl so badly. She wanted to go back into the comfort of that memory, but she couldn't. Her mind wasn't capable of drawing it up. Spike and Jet gawked at the small box, astonished at what they just saw. Both jaws had dropped a good five feet before Jet turned and faced Faye.
"Faye, is that you?" Her ruby lips quivered. She didn't like this one bit. She could feel her walls crumbling around her heart and it ached with an unfamiliar pain.
"I don't remember..." She turned and walked slowly to her bedroom. She wouldn't let her compatriots see the trail of tears streaming down her ivory cheeks. She wouldn't let them see her in this vulnerable state; when she couldn't even remember a simple childhood movie.
She carefully slid the door to her bedroom shut and collapsed on the bed, tears still trickling down her chin and onto the pillow. She screamed into the feather filled fabric and punched at the mattress. Why couldn't she...?! It was so easy yet so difficult. Why did she have to ever get in that accident and get frozen?
"Dammit!!"
Spike blinked a few times before standing up and ejecting the videotape. Ed and Jet had left the room minutes ago, but Spike was still transfixed by the scene playing before him. 'She can't remember.' He had thought she was joking when she said she couldn't remember but then he saw the glistening eyes and the shakey figure. She was barely able to stand, let alone remember her childhood. He tucked the video underneath his arm and headed down the corridor. Faye wasn't your typical good girl, he knew this, but she didn't deserve to be deprived of the innocent pleasures of the reminiscence of immaturity.
Faye cursed under her breath as she stared at the door. Part of her wished someone, even Ed, would come comfort her. But she suspected that everyone was still bitter. The other part wanted the solitude and Faye mumbled to herself at the fact that Jet had no locks on any of the Bebop's doors. Anyone could just barge in and grill her for information on why she had sent herself a tape that she didn't even know existed.
"Hey Faye...." Spike gave small wave from the entryway. Point made. She turned her head to the other side, shading her face from contact with the lunkhead.
"What do you want?"
"So what was all that about?"
"Since when did you become Oprah?" Spike winced. Reruns of the cable talk show still aired throughout the galaxy and every now and then he would catch the violet haired temptress sneaking a peek. Sometimes, the subject would be sappy and she would end up crying, blowing her nose violently into a tissue. Spike leaned against the wall, concealing the tape almost too well.
"I just wanted to make sure you're....you know....okay." Faye finally lifted her head from the pillow and propped herself on her elbows.
"Do I look okay, Spike? My days of youth just flashed before me and I can't remember any of it! Do you get that or is your ego stopping you from understanding anything?! I HAVE no parents to talk about. I HAVE no special stories to share with everyone. No first kisses, no trophies, no good report cards, no childish crushes. Nothing. I don't know how to make it any clearer for you Spike : I DON'T REMEMBER!!!" The tears were coming again. She didn't mean to be so harsh. He was, after all, trying to console her. But she didn't want to be consoled. She just wanted to be held and heard. And it seemed that neither was going to occur. She threw her legs over the edge off the bed, resembling the kid she just witnessed. Spike placed a firm hand on her shoulder.
"It's the future that's important." That was the final straw. Faye shook her head, orchid tresses flying with every motion. She forcefully shoved his hand off her shoulder, only to hugged in a tighter grip. It felt so right but so wrong at the same time as Spike's arms snaked around her waist, holding her in a firm embrace. This wasn't consoling. This wasn't listening. This was pity. Pity mixed with guilt. He felt bad for calling her a liar when she honestly didn't know anything about herself. She squirmed in his arms before delivering a hard blow to his abdomen. He let out a slight grunt before being shoved out of the woman's bedroom. Faye braced herself for any other contact the cowboy might throw at her.
"You know, Spike....me and you share an ironic bond. You live and chase after the past and I don't even have one. You hear me but you don't listen to me." With that said, she slammed the ship's door in the green haired bounty hunter's face. He sighed once before placing the rectangular tape at the door and walking back to his own room. She didn't have any memories, until now. She, at least, could keep this.
Faye almost blew a fuse as she heard the rustling behind her door. She stood up with fists balled. Not only was she ready to sock the lunkhead a good one but she was ready to kill him for the stupid hug. She swung open the door, only to find a strategically placed video at her feet. She glanced around for Spike and then finally bent down, hugging the tape to her body.
Simple gestures can mean the world to a person. A compliment can make a person's day. But where a simple gesture can brighten one's day, a remark can cause them to crash and burn. Calling a girl a slut, for example, can send her spiraling into self humiliation. Yes, self humiliation. We've all heard of self mutiliation, where someone tries to let the mental pain subside by inducing physical pain. Scars are left, both physically and mentally. Self humiliation is kind of the same. You receive a mean remark and your hatred for your own body or personality goes out of control. Your peers are no longer your enemy. You are your worst enemy. I'm not trying to make this into 'Save The People With Low Self Esteem Foundation' but realize - no one's perfect. The world is full of imperfections and a simple zit, or a measly pound, or broken heart, can be fixed. If your heart is brighter than the sky, than you're beautiful in any shape or form. Ignorance just hasn't let us realize that.
Okay, so not a LOT of fluff. That's for later chapters.....hint hint, wink wink.
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop or any Guns n Roses song.
A Life Full Of Saturdays : Sweet Child Of Mine
She had no past. She had nothing that could remind her of her past. No memories, no journals, no photos, no nothing. At night, she would lay awake, wondering what kind of life she had led before she had lost her memory. Did she have a good job? Was she happy? What was her family like? Was she....in love? And Faye would mentally hit herself for thinking up such things. She was lucky that she had been adopted by the Bebop crew, even if the crew consisted of a lazy playboy, a parental figure of an ex cop, a computer prodigy teenager, and an equally smart Corgi. How Faye fit into the complex puzzle of the Bebop was a mystery all in its own. She would smile at the brainteaser left before her, only to have her mind wander back to the questions of her past. She couldn't help it. She knew that the future was more important, but Faye felt like a piece of her would be missing until she found out about her past. She remembered a conversation between Ed, Spike, and Jet a few weeks earlier. Jet laughed about his first fishing trip with his father and how the small fish slipped right out of his hands and into his pants. Spike chuckled and said that growing up, everyone thought he looked like his father, but in reality, he had gotten his wild green hair from his mother's side. Even Ed had a story about her father leaving her at a daycare. Faye wrapped herself up into a tight ball. Did she ever go fishing with her own father? Did she look like her mother? Did they love her to pieces or discard her like trash? So many unanswered questions.
Have you ever found yourself looking for something? An object, not worthy of the Almighty Dollar, but holding enough sentimental value that you turn your room into the sight of a Guns n Roses blockparty? And then, BOOM! It was there all along, floating about your presence and going undected by your searching eyes. That is exactly how that day turned out for Faye. She had been constantly searching for some clue, some hint of evidence, of what her life had been like before being frozen. And just like that, a tape has found her.
Of course, Faye isn't the type to just accept packages with wondering the ulterior motive is. Which is exactly what happened when the delivery man sat a package in front of Jet with Faye's name written all over it...
Spike tore open the crisp brown paper of the package as Jet lectured about running tests on the stupid thing. He was angry, Spike noticed. But who wouldn't be after paying someone else's C.O.D charges? Spike smiled to himself and stared down at the strange object laying in his hands. What kind of crap had Faye gotten into now? He pulled at the slick material, trying to figure out the contraption. Luckily, they could get money for such an antique. So, the vixen was good for something. The trip however, proved to be wasted time. Not only had they come back with the wrong machine to play the damn tape, but the owner of the previous VCR kept calling Spike about the 'breaking' his machine. Spike blew it off and motioned to Jet that another package had come in, before tearing this one up like the videotape. They would finally find out why the bounty huntress had sent herself a tape and a VCR, and charging herself for that matter.
She had run. She hadn't meant to but fear got the better of her and she ran. But her heart wanted her to return before her brain finally gave in. She walked in expecting a chiding from the brute Jet and a witty comment from Spike that would leave her hollow on the inside. She took his words to heart whether he knew it or not. She would always tell herself that he was teasing, just trying to get a rise out of her, which in reality, he was. But sticks and stones can break your bones - words shatter the soul. (Heehee....thank you chicken soup for the soul!) He was speaking what everybody else feared to say - that she was bitchy, had an attitude problem, was a liar, a cheater, and couldn't give a care in the world for others. Of course she was like that! She had been cheated by a double crossing lawyer who only wanted to get rid of his debt by lring to women when had first awoken. She had almost got her ass kicked - almost killed - by a teenager in her first week of freedom. People looked down on her like she was useless; she had to prove them otherwise but bringing their ignorant behavior out in the open and cheating them for everything they're worth, just to ridicule them like they had ridiculed her. She lied to get her way through life. It was how she learned how to live in this universe. Could anyone blame her for being the way she was? Spike and Jet just didn't understand. She was frustrated. Not only with herself but with the entire world not giving her chance to live a normal life.
She kicked a small stone out of her way as she entered the hanger of the large ship. Her presence was noted but not welcomed. The crew was still bitter about her departure. In fact, Jet refused to let her watch the mysterious tape without paying a small fee. She huffed and stomped out of the lounge area, only to hide herself behind her comrades, secretly wanting to know what was on the tape herself. The television lit up with the eerie glow of the video and a small violet haired preteen appeared in all her camera shy glory. Faye had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. That was her hair, and her eyes, but she couldn't remember those boney legs, or that innocent smile that hadn't been corrupted by the sins of greedy men and money hungry collectors. Her mind stretched to try to relive what she was seeing but nothing came forth. How could all this shown be true? This couldn't be her. This couldn't be Faye. There was no way.
*The hero dies in the end.....* 'I can't remember..'
*Happiness, no worries, not a care in the world..* 'I can't remember...'
*A life full of Saturdays...* 'I can't remember...' The squeaky voice echoed in everyone's ears, especially Faye's. (A/N : I can't remember everything right off the bat what the young Faye said in the video so this is a guesstimate)
"Am I happy? Is there a special guy in my life?" A small laugh was heard behind the camera. "I'm probably driving him crazy." A few more inspirational moments and then the girl came on in a cheerleading outfit. "I don't know what i'll be like in ten years but remember you can always turn to me. I'm always here for you. You just be you for me." 'I don't remember you!!' Tears swelled up in her moss colored eyes. She wanted to remember this little girl so badly. She wanted to go back into the comfort of that memory, but she couldn't. Her mind wasn't capable of drawing it up. Spike and Jet gawked at the small box, astonished at what they just saw. Both jaws had dropped a good five feet before Jet turned and faced Faye.
"Faye, is that you?" Her ruby lips quivered. She didn't like this one bit. She could feel her walls crumbling around her heart and it ached with an unfamiliar pain.
"I don't remember..." She turned and walked slowly to her bedroom. She wouldn't let her compatriots see the trail of tears streaming down her ivory cheeks. She wouldn't let them see her in this vulnerable state; when she couldn't even remember a simple childhood movie.
She carefully slid the door to her bedroom shut and collapsed on the bed, tears still trickling down her chin and onto the pillow. She screamed into the feather filled fabric and punched at the mattress. Why couldn't she...?! It was so easy yet so difficult. Why did she have to ever get in that accident and get frozen?
"Dammit!!"
Spike blinked a few times before standing up and ejecting the videotape. Ed and Jet had left the room minutes ago, but Spike was still transfixed by the scene playing before him. 'She can't remember.' He had thought she was joking when she said she couldn't remember but then he saw the glistening eyes and the shakey figure. She was barely able to stand, let alone remember her childhood. He tucked the video underneath his arm and headed down the corridor. Faye wasn't your typical good girl, he knew this, but she didn't deserve to be deprived of the innocent pleasures of the reminiscence of immaturity.
Faye cursed under her breath as she stared at the door. Part of her wished someone, even Ed, would come comfort her. But she suspected that everyone was still bitter. The other part wanted the solitude and Faye mumbled to herself at the fact that Jet had no locks on any of the Bebop's doors. Anyone could just barge in and grill her for information on why she had sent herself a tape that she didn't even know existed.
"Hey Faye...." Spike gave small wave from the entryway. Point made. She turned her head to the other side, shading her face from contact with the lunkhead.
"What do you want?"
"So what was all that about?"
"Since when did you become Oprah?" Spike winced. Reruns of the cable talk show still aired throughout the galaxy and every now and then he would catch the violet haired temptress sneaking a peek. Sometimes, the subject would be sappy and she would end up crying, blowing her nose violently into a tissue. Spike leaned against the wall, concealing the tape almost too well.
"I just wanted to make sure you're....you know....okay." Faye finally lifted her head from the pillow and propped herself on her elbows.
"Do I look okay, Spike? My days of youth just flashed before me and I can't remember any of it! Do you get that or is your ego stopping you from understanding anything?! I HAVE no parents to talk about. I HAVE no special stories to share with everyone. No first kisses, no trophies, no good report cards, no childish crushes. Nothing. I don't know how to make it any clearer for you Spike : I DON'T REMEMBER!!!" The tears were coming again. She didn't mean to be so harsh. He was, after all, trying to console her. But she didn't want to be consoled. She just wanted to be held and heard. And it seemed that neither was going to occur. She threw her legs over the edge off the bed, resembling the kid she just witnessed. Spike placed a firm hand on her shoulder.
"It's the future that's important." That was the final straw. Faye shook her head, orchid tresses flying with every motion. She forcefully shoved his hand off her shoulder, only to hugged in a tighter grip. It felt so right but so wrong at the same time as Spike's arms snaked around her waist, holding her in a firm embrace. This wasn't consoling. This wasn't listening. This was pity. Pity mixed with guilt. He felt bad for calling her a liar when she honestly didn't know anything about herself. She squirmed in his arms before delivering a hard blow to his abdomen. He let out a slight grunt before being shoved out of the woman's bedroom. Faye braced herself for any other contact the cowboy might throw at her.
"You know, Spike....me and you share an ironic bond. You live and chase after the past and I don't even have one. You hear me but you don't listen to me." With that said, she slammed the ship's door in the green haired bounty hunter's face. He sighed once before placing the rectangular tape at the door and walking back to his own room. She didn't have any memories, until now. She, at least, could keep this.
Faye almost blew a fuse as she heard the rustling behind her door. She stood up with fists balled. Not only was she ready to sock the lunkhead a good one but she was ready to kill him for the stupid hug. She swung open the door, only to find a strategically placed video at her feet. She glanced around for Spike and then finally bent down, hugging the tape to her body.
Simple gestures can mean the world to a person. A compliment can make a person's day. But where a simple gesture can brighten one's day, a remark can cause them to crash and burn. Calling a girl a slut, for example, can send her spiraling into self humiliation. Yes, self humiliation. We've all heard of self mutiliation, where someone tries to let the mental pain subside by inducing physical pain. Scars are left, both physically and mentally. Self humiliation is kind of the same. You receive a mean remark and your hatred for your own body or personality goes out of control. Your peers are no longer your enemy. You are your worst enemy. I'm not trying to make this into 'Save The People With Low Self Esteem Foundation' but realize - no one's perfect. The world is full of imperfections and a simple zit, or a measly pound, or broken heart, can be fixed. If your heart is brighter than the sky, than you're beautiful in any shape or form. Ignorance just hasn't let us realize that.
Okay, so not a LOT of fluff. That's for later chapters.....hint hint, wink wink.