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Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop.
A LiFe Full Of Saturdays: Devil Went Down To Mars
Faye pouted as whispers emerged from the hallway by her bedroom. It was well after noon and Faye was just beginning to stretch from a long overdue nap. For some reason, her encounter with Spike the night before had left her feeling drained, almost as if his gift had sucked the life right out of her. And, in a way, it did. The moment she spotted the little tape that held her childhood in a plastic box, she felt guilty for ever yelling at the bounty hunter. Not that he didn't deserve it of course. He believed himself to be so wise yet he had been running for years. Faye scrunched her nose up at the hug Spike had delivered along with her tape. It was a meaningful hug, and she could still fell the warmth where he had laid his hands. A loud knock brought Faye from her thoughts.
"Wake up sleeping beauty. We got a lead on a large bounty head." Faye moaned but complied with the captain of the Bebop crew. She threw on her casual wear, which consisted of the yellow jumpsuit she had occupied from the hooker only three years before. Lucky for her, there wasn't a hole to be seen. She poked her head, checking for hyperactive hackers and snooty canines, before stepping out into the chilled air of the Bebop. She came upon the usual scene - Jet and Ed perched in front of the computer while Spike lay on the couch, barely paying attention. He was so cocky.
Spike felt her presence as soon as she entered the room. He half expected her to become shy from the gesture last night, but instead, she flopped down beside him on the aged couch and began to file her petite nails. Nothing had changed since last night. Was she even grateful that he had given her the video? Probably not. She was never grateful for anything he ever did for her, which wasn't much. He peered over at her through the corner of his eye, hoping she would at least say thanks in some form or another.
Spike's heavy gaze was beginning to send chills down her spine. He had never watched her quite like that before and it made her nervous. Sure, she was used to men watching her, but this was Spike. The arrogant jerk who pestered her when she was pmsing. The green haired lunkhead who smoked her cigarettes when he had none. The sly charmer who had sent her heart racing every time he touched her. Of course, she knew she was atrracted to the cowboy, but she found herself hoping for at least word from him to let her know she existed to him. She shook her head in frustration. 'It's a childish crush. That's it.' She scooted away from Spike and moved towards the picture of the red haired man that was flashing across Ed's computer screen. Faye squinted at the photo. She recognized this man....
"Duke..." Jet glanced over his shoulder and found a glazed over Faye ready to shed tears.
"Who are you talking about Faye? This is Chuck Sukimoto." Faye bit her bottom lip and wiped away any evidence of sadness from her face, and forgetting about the gaze that Spike still held.
Stunning. That was the only word to describe the violet haired vixen that descended down the corridor in a cobalt halter evening gown lined with strands of silver trailing down to her ankles. Spike was utterly speechless by the sheer beauty Faye projected. Wait, what was he saying?! This was the woman who stole, lied, and cheated her way through life and here he was calling her beautiful? He ran a lanky hand through his wild mane and stuck out an arm to greet the lady. Faye was just as surprised by Spike's actions, but smiled warmly and took the invitation. He wasn't too shappy either, decked out in a raven black suit, the only color coming from a single rose pinned to his chest.
"Okay you two. Chuck Sukimoto is armed and considered dangerous until you get him to the police station, understood?" Both Faye and Spike nodded and headed out to the Swordfish. Spike stared straight ahead, but paused to do a double check on everything.
"Got your gun?" Faye nodded slowly, remembering her and Duke's conversation that had started the same way. She pulled up the side of her dress, revealing a pistol strapped to her flawless thigh."Remember what the bounty looks -"
"Stop." Spike did as told and answered the command with a questioning glance. Faye rubbed at her forehead, almost forgetting that she couldn't cover up the action with hair, for it was pinned up tightly in a messy bun. "I'm sorry but this is just too weird for me."
"Yeah, tell me about it. Who would've thought that you and I could dress this nicely?"
"No, it's no that. It's just....i've had this conversation with someone else, someone close to me, and he ended up dying that night." It was the first time she had ever opened up to someone and mentioned Duke. Spike opened the cockpit and pulled a ladder down for Faye.
"I'm not going anywhere Faye. I came here with you and i'm leaving with you." With that said, he held out his hand. Faye looked up at him with child like eyes, taking the breath away from the bounty hunter. Sighing in defeat, she grasped his hand and walked into the night with a lingering feeling that somehow, things just didn't seem right.
They entered the room with eyes locked on their target. Now the question was : How were they going to get him away from the social clique he had formed? Spike and Faye walked towards an empty table, and much to Faye's surprise, had the chair pulled out for her. Spike? Being a gentlman? He must have read her mind for the bounty hunter winked and smiled at the startled Faye.
"We have to play this part to the very last detail."
"...R...Right." Spike placed himself across the table from his pretend date and sipped from the glass of wine placed before them. He had taken Julia to a place like this. It had been a friend's wedding and he and Julia had danced the night away. But that had been many moons ago and now he was sitting across the table from a gorgeous woman whom he knew he took for granted. A few brass instruments began to play in the corner and Spike held out his hand for the second time that night.
"Wanna dance?"
"What?"
"I'm not going to ask twice. Either you do or you don't." Faye slid her hand into his as he lead onto the dancefloor, the music flowing with their every move. Spike arms crept around Faye's waist as they moved as one across the oak floor. Faye almost felt as if she was dancing on air. She smirked to herself as Spike pulled her closer to his thin form.
What was he doing? He had given his heart away a long time ago and never had it returned. What was he doing dancing this intimately with another woman. He contemplated about stopping right there on the dance floor, but then he saw the happiness return to Faye's jade eyes and quickly put aside that decision. Maybe just this once. Maybe for this one night, he could just forget about everything and just dance with his bounty hunting companion who just happened to be female.
Faye met Spike's mismatched orbs and smiled a genuine smile. She had never felt this safe, this secure since Duke. But the feelings being emitted here were different. She wanted this moment to freeze in time and just stay like this forever. However, Faye's bliss was shattered as the glimpse of silver hair and an entourage of men gathered in the doorway. Vicious. Damn. It seemed that perfection had been destroyed just by the mere being. Spike followed her glance and glared at his foe. He let quickly let his hands drop from Faye's body and trail down to his gun. Faye panicked and wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing tenderly.
"No. Please Spike. Let's just stay like this.....just for right now. You said you wouldn't go anywhere..." Her eyes pleaded with his and returned to the dance he had started, with a very scared Faye burying her head into his shoulder. She didn't want the night to end. Not like this. Not in a bloody battle to the death.
"Faye...you know that at some point..." Faye pressed a finely manicured finger to his lips.
"Just shut up for once Spike. You talk too much." Spike chuckled and laid his chin upon her hair. This felt nice. Just dancing with Faye. But in the back of his mind, he kept a watchful eye on Vicious, wondering what exactly the fiend had planned.
It wasn't the fact that Vicious had abducted Faye in the past. And it wasn't the fact that she was there and he had a vendetta agaisnt Spike. Maybe it was the wine talking, but men become very protective of a lady in their presence at times like these. But all good things must come to an end, and in a few days, a golden haired angel would return to the world of the living and announce her loyalty to Faye's cowboy. And in a few days, the golden haired angel would walk among the clouds and watch Spike from a perch next to legends who had died from a drug overdose but left a legacy behind them. In a few days, Faye would watch helplessly as Spike would walk from her life forever, never taking a second glance at her. In a few days, fate would play a cruel joke on Faye and she would never have to say 'See ya space cowboy..' again....She wouldnt' understand it at first, but do any of us? We question everything from why pets die to why the sky is blue. But there is no answer, we just get played on by fate.
That was a small taste of fluff......more to follow soon. What? You think i'd hand you that much mush all at once?! That isn't good for the heart, man.
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop.
A LiFe Full Of Saturdays: Devil Went Down To Mars
Faye pouted as whispers emerged from the hallway by her bedroom. It was well after noon and Faye was just beginning to stretch from a long overdue nap. For some reason, her encounter with Spike the night before had left her feeling drained, almost as if his gift had sucked the life right out of her. And, in a way, it did. The moment she spotted the little tape that held her childhood in a plastic box, she felt guilty for ever yelling at the bounty hunter. Not that he didn't deserve it of course. He believed himself to be so wise yet he had been running for years. Faye scrunched her nose up at the hug Spike had delivered along with her tape. It was a meaningful hug, and she could still fell the warmth where he had laid his hands. A loud knock brought Faye from her thoughts.
"Wake up sleeping beauty. We got a lead on a large bounty head." Faye moaned but complied with the captain of the Bebop crew. She threw on her casual wear, which consisted of the yellow jumpsuit she had occupied from the hooker only three years before. Lucky for her, there wasn't a hole to be seen. She poked her head, checking for hyperactive hackers and snooty canines, before stepping out into the chilled air of the Bebop. She came upon the usual scene - Jet and Ed perched in front of the computer while Spike lay on the couch, barely paying attention. He was so cocky.
Spike felt her presence as soon as she entered the room. He half expected her to become shy from the gesture last night, but instead, she flopped down beside him on the aged couch and began to file her petite nails. Nothing had changed since last night. Was she even grateful that he had given her the video? Probably not. She was never grateful for anything he ever did for her, which wasn't much. He peered over at her through the corner of his eye, hoping she would at least say thanks in some form or another.
Spike's heavy gaze was beginning to send chills down her spine. He had never watched her quite like that before and it made her nervous. Sure, she was used to men watching her, but this was Spike. The arrogant jerk who pestered her when she was pmsing. The green haired lunkhead who smoked her cigarettes when he had none. The sly charmer who had sent her heart racing every time he touched her. Of course, she knew she was atrracted to the cowboy, but she found herself hoping for at least word from him to let her know she existed to him. She shook her head in frustration. 'It's a childish crush. That's it.' She scooted away from Spike and moved towards the picture of the red haired man that was flashing across Ed's computer screen. Faye squinted at the photo. She recognized this man....
"Duke..." Jet glanced over his shoulder and found a glazed over Faye ready to shed tears.
"Who are you talking about Faye? This is Chuck Sukimoto." Faye bit her bottom lip and wiped away any evidence of sadness from her face, and forgetting about the gaze that Spike still held.
Stunning. That was the only word to describe the violet haired vixen that descended down the corridor in a cobalt halter evening gown lined with strands of silver trailing down to her ankles. Spike was utterly speechless by the sheer beauty Faye projected. Wait, what was he saying?! This was the woman who stole, lied, and cheated her way through life and here he was calling her beautiful? He ran a lanky hand through his wild mane and stuck out an arm to greet the lady. Faye was just as surprised by Spike's actions, but smiled warmly and took the invitation. He wasn't too shappy either, decked out in a raven black suit, the only color coming from a single rose pinned to his chest.
"Okay you two. Chuck Sukimoto is armed and considered dangerous until you get him to the police station, understood?" Both Faye and Spike nodded and headed out to the Swordfish. Spike stared straight ahead, but paused to do a double check on everything.
"Got your gun?" Faye nodded slowly, remembering her and Duke's conversation that had started the same way. She pulled up the side of her dress, revealing a pistol strapped to her flawless thigh."Remember what the bounty looks -"
"Stop." Spike did as told and answered the command with a questioning glance. Faye rubbed at her forehead, almost forgetting that she couldn't cover up the action with hair, for it was pinned up tightly in a messy bun. "I'm sorry but this is just too weird for me."
"Yeah, tell me about it. Who would've thought that you and I could dress this nicely?"
"No, it's no that. It's just....i've had this conversation with someone else, someone close to me, and he ended up dying that night." It was the first time she had ever opened up to someone and mentioned Duke. Spike opened the cockpit and pulled a ladder down for Faye.
"I'm not going anywhere Faye. I came here with you and i'm leaving with you." With that said, he held out his hand. Faye looked up at him with child like eyes, taking the breath away from the bounty hunter. Sighing in defeat, she grasped his hand and walked into the night with a lingering feeling that somehow, things just didn't seem right.
They entered the room with eyes locked on their target. Now the question was : How were they going to get him away from the social clique he had formed? Spike and Faye walked towards an empty table, and much to Faye's surprise, had the chair pulled out for her. Spike? Being a gentlman? He must have read her mind for the bounty hunter winked and smiled at the startled Faye.
"We have to play this part to the very last detail."
"...R...Right." Spike placed himself across the table from his pretend date and sipped from the glass of wine placed before them. He had taken Julia to a place like this. It had been a friend's wedding and he and Julia had danced the night away. But that had been many moons ago and now he was sitting across the table from a gorgeous woman whom he knew he took for granted. A few brass instruments began to play in the corner and Spike held out his hand for the second time that night.
"Wanna dance?"
"What?"
"I'm not going to ask twice. Either you do or you don't." Faye slid her hand into his as he lead onto the dancefloor, the music flowing with their every move. Spike arms crept around Faye's waist as they moved as one across the oak floor. Faye almost felt as if she was dancing on air. She smirked to herself as Spike pulled her closer to his thin form.
What was he doing? He had given his heart away a long time ago and never had it returned. What was he doing dancing this intimately with another woman. He contemplated about stopping right there on the dance floor, but then he saw the happiness return to Faye's jade eyes and quickly put aside that decision. Maybe just this once. Maybe for this one night, he could just forget about everything and just dance with his bounty hunting companion who just happened to be female.
Faye met Spike's mismatched orbs and smiled a genuine smile. She had never felt this safe, this secure since Duke. But the feelings being emitted here were different. She wanted this moment to freeze in time and just stay like this forever. However, Faye's bliss was shattered as the glimpse of silver hair and an entourage of men gathered in the doorway. Vicious. Damn. It seemed that perfection had been destroyed just by the mere being. Spike followed her glance and glared at his foe. He let quickly let his hands drop from Faye's body and trail down to his gun. Faye panicked and wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing tenderly.
"No. Please Spike. Let's just stay like this.....just for right now. You said you wouldn't go anywhere..." Her eyes pleaded with his and returned to the dance he had started, with a very scared Faye burying her head into his shoulder. She didn't want the night to end. Not like this. Not in a bloody battle to the death.
"Faye...you know that at some point..." Faye pressed a finely manicured finger to his lips.
"Just shut up for once Spike. You talk too much." Spike chuckled and laid his chin upon her hair. This felt nice. Just dancing with Faye. But in the back of his mind, he kept a watchful eye on Vicious, wondering what exactly the fiend had planned.
It wasn't the fact that Vicious had abducted Faye in the past. And it wasn't the fact that she was there and he had a vendetta agaisnt Spike. Maybe it was the wine talking, but men become very protective of a lady in their presence at times like these. But all good things must come to an end, and in a few days, a golden haired angel would return to the world of the living and announce her loyalty to Faye's cowboy. And in a few days, the golden haired angel would walk among the clouds and watch Spike from a perch next to legends who had died from a drug overdose but left a legacy behind them. In a few days, Faye would watch helplessly as Spike would walk from her life forever, never taking a second glance at her. In a few days, fate would play a cruel joke on Faye and she would never have to say 'See ya space cowboy..' again....She wouldnt' understand it at first, but do any of us? We question everything from why pets die to why the sky is blue. But there is no answer, we just get played on by fate.
That was a small taste of fluff......more to follow soon. What? You think i'd hand you that much mush all at once?! That isn't good for the heart, man.