And so begins another chapter! And yes, Faye DOES run away...again....but
it's not as angsty as you might think. And the ending paragraphs....they
might be a lil random nowadays...some likey likey....some don't.
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop or anything by Madonna.
A Life Full Of Saturdays : What It Feels Like For A Girl
Faye fidgeted with her lock pick and gave herself a mental high-five when the triumphant click allowed her to enter the apartment she had left only a few hours before. The room was still dark and quiet, revealing that Blair hadn't been home since her departure. Her eyes were dark fro mthe previous encounter with Spike that night and her sides ached from keeping back the unwanted tears. Everything was perfect until he mentioned that name. The name that haunted her in more ways than Spike would have thought possible. He wanted her to be Julia instead of Faye and that was something she just wasn't capable of. She couldn't morph into a blue eyed blonde bombshell at the snap of Spike's fingers. Faye quietly closed the door behind her and stalked towards the couch. She was so tired, yet she wanted to be awake for Blair's arrival. He was interesting, a breath of fresh air that Faye had been deprived of for so long. She sat herself on the worn blue couch and draped her long legs over the arm of the piece of furniture. So tired. Faye managed a good hour of being alert before she lost the fight with fatigue and drifted off to a faraway wonderland.
Blair grasped the doorknob and twisted it with little force. It was unlocked. But he distinctly remembered locking the door before leaving Faye. He thought she woudl be the type of person to lock another person's door out of common courtesy before leaving but he thought wrong. Hopefully, nobody had noticed. He had dropped his keys on the kitchen counter when he noticed the pale, slender legs swinging over the arm of his couch. So she hadn't left after all. A smirk played upon his lips as he walked over to the still form. She was sleeping. His eyes danced with her slumbering figure. She looked so peaceful and calm while sleeping. The few strands of violet hair that had fluttered over her eyes gave her an almost vulnerable look to her. Her lips were parted ever so slightlty, the sound of light breathing escaping in and out, almost welcoming him, inviting him. Before Blair knew it, he was leaning over Faye's fragile form, his lips lingering on hers in the most gentle kiss he had ever bestowed upon a woman.
Click.
"Okay. You're right. I should have never kissed you. That was wrong. Sorry." Blair's orchid eyes were a wild haze as Faye stood up with his retreating body, her Glock 30 twisting agaisnt his skull. Okay, so he had made the lethal mistake of kissing a woman, an armed woman for that matter, with a very sick temper. And now, he was looking straight into her gun, a sign of not wanting to be touched or even kissed. But he had to admit, he didn't mind one bit getting shot after tasting Faye's sinful lips. They held a touch of tangerine, his favorite fruit, and he began to wonder if the satisfaction of another embrace like that would taste as good with the actual juices of the fruit dangling from her lips. Faye's eyes were tiny slits of sparkling green gems, anger heating them up to their full emotional potential.
"Never without my permission." Her statement was quick but held enough sting to render a man paralyzed for a good hour or two. Blair laughed nervously and raised his arms up in defeat, agreeing with the vixen one hundred and ten percent. Faye crunched the gun harder against his head for emphasis. Blair winced under the pressure.
"I get the point. Now could we lower your gun just a tid bit?" Faye returned her gun to the holster on her thigh and returned to the couch. "What are you still doing here anyway? I thought for sure you left." Faye chuckled in a cold manner.
"I did. But I had to come back." Blair quirked an eyebrow and stared at the woman before him. It wasn't as if he hadn't heard that line before, he just didn't expect such a desperate line from a strong woman like Faye.
"May I ask why?" His head was lowered enough to shadow his eyes, but his expression was calm and confused; all in the same breath. He was taken aback by Faye's seductive curves sitting in front of him, her emerald orbs buffed by unshed tears. She gripped Blair's black clad knees, nails digging into his strong flesh.
"Look at me. What do you see?" Blair leaned down to Faye's level, violet eyes focusing on every feature.
"I see....a strong feminine beauty. Deep green eyes filled with mystery. An innocent woman who has yet to figure out who she is or what she wants. I see....Faye." A single tear fell from Faye's cheek. Those were the most wonderful words she had heard since she last heard her father's voice. Blair wiped away the small trickle of salt water fallign from her eye and let his thumb falter on her face for a moment longer. "Why won't you let me into your mind?"
"Because I just met you."
"So tell me anyway."
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything. For instance, your childhood, your favorites." Faye smiled softly.
"My childhood was perfection. My mother was loving and I was a Daddy's little girl. We would spend Saturdays in the park or shopping and Saturday nights watching movies. I was so happy."
"And favorites?"
"Name a few."
"Hmmm.....color?"
"Blue."
"Food?"
"Ummm anything sweet and bad for you."
"Song?"
"Is this interrogation over? I was rudely awakened and would like to get back to sleep."
"One more. What's your full name?"
"Faye Valentine." Blair grinned and tilted Faye's chin up to eye level. She cocked her head to the side, wondering what Blair intended to do in that position. He slowly leaned down, brushing his lips over her cheek and moving to her ear.
"My funny Valentine. Sweet comic, Valentine. You make me smile with all my heart." His voice was so deep and so soothing..."Your looks are laughable. Unphotographable. Yet, you're my favorite work of art." Spencer used to sing that song to her when she would break up with some nameless boyfriend. She would lay in his arms, crying her little old heart out, only to find comfort in the simple tune. She wished Spike would hold and comfort her the same way. "Is your figure less than Greek? Is your mouth - a little weak? When you open it to speak, are you smart?" Spike. He had asked to keep her, when all he wanted was a replacement for his long lost Julia. "Don't change a hair for me. Not if you care for me. Stay little Valentine, stay. Each day is Valentine's day...." She didn't want to be a replacement.
Blair watched Faye's eyes slowly give in to sleep as he wrapped his arms around her frame and carried her to the bedroom. He would not seduce her tonight for he knew she would be reluctant. Plus, Spike had yet to wake up, more than likely, and find Faye gone. Blair sat himself down on a small leather chair and tried his best to fall alseep in the presence of the velvet haired angel, but to no avail.
"Spike person? Spike persooooonnnn!!" Spike squinted his eyes as the blurry form of red and amber began to take shape. Ed hovered over him, leaving a stunned Serenity in the doorway. "What are you doing in Faye- Faye's bed?" Spike had completely forgotten that he wandered in to Faye's bedroom the night before. The warmth had called to him and had taken him hostage as his thoughts flooded his mind with images of Julia laying next to him. Had he spoken her name at all. He turned over to find an embarrassed Faye hiding underneath the sheets, but found a cold imprint of where a body used to lay.
"Ed, where's Faye?" Ed shrugged, for she thought that the cowboy held the answer to that question.
"You're confused, Spike Spiegel." Serenity's tiny voice bumped Spike out of all drowsiness. He hadn't felt that alert until the little wonder's voice filled the room. He brought a cigarette to hip lips and prepared to light it.
"What are you talking about?"
"You obviously have her confused with Julia." Serenity scowled at the man she saved, and who had rescued her in return and turned to leave. Ed glanced at Spike pleadingly, hoping that her found friend's accusation wasn't true. But deep down inside, she knew the truth, and got up from the ransacked bedroom. Spike dropped his head into his palms. He had said it, hadn't he? He had spoken the one sinful name in Faye's company. Was that why he couldn't find her?
Ed had to literally sprint in order to catch up with Serenity, who remained focused on the lounge before her. Ed would poke her head in beside her, her cat like form brooding over the miracle worker. She was entranced by the child's looks but even enthralled with how mature she was for seven years old. The hacker had even given the healer a nickname.
"Why is Ren-Rem so mad?"
"Ed knows why Ren-Rem is mad."
"Is it because of Spike person?"
"Exactly."
"Is it because he hurt Faye-Faye?"
"No. It's because of him that he will lose her in the end."
"Did Ren-Rem see that in her noggin noodle?" Serenity finally stopped in mid step, sending a dazed Edward into the walls of the Bebop. Serenity sighed.
"There is a darker force present, Ed. A bad force but cloaked by illusion. If Spike won't lift his own illusion. Snow White will sleep forever." Spike frowned as Serenity spoke those words. He knew he had to forget about Julia and give into whatever it was he was feeling for Faye. But he couldn't. He just coudlnt' bring himself to do it.
Faye yawned and stretched as sunlight poured in through the window of Blair's apartment. She smiled as rays of daybreak rained on her skin like a glowing waterfall. She turned on her side, only to meet the violet orbs of Blair Whittaker. He almost looked alseep, if Faye couldn't see the gently smile that played upon his lips. She found her heart skip a beat at the sight of that smile. He didn't move from his postion on the chair, he just stared at her, causing Faye to blush slightly.
"You're.....amazingly gorgeous." Faye sat up and drew her knees up to her chest, upon which she rested her head on.
"And you....are up to something." Blair stood, the blood returning to his limbs, and sprawled out next to Faye.
"You've known me for less than 24 hours and already you know me to well. But you, Ms. Valentine, are a complete mystery to me that I have no hopes in solving." Blair lit a cigarette and peered up at the ceiling. Faye, however, was in complete awe.
They have ways of doing that. Twisting words to find the right things to say in order to flatter you. And we always fall for it. Can we help it? The things they say are so kind and so unusual in the nature to be heard that we forget for a moment that it's just sugared poison. We took the candy from the strangers and are now paying the price. Maybe Faye was just desperate to hear those words from a man, or maybe she was trying to substitue Spike for just a moment. But those sugar coated words caused her heart to skip a beat and made her feel like the luckiest woman alive. As a child, she recorded herself asking if there was anyone special in her life. Define special. We all want that Brad Pitt or Johnny Depp or Angelina Jolie but the fact is that not everyone is Johnny Depp. But there is that one person who thinks you are something else. That you make the world go round, the sun rise, and the stars shine. So just don't shun them. They may think that but never tell you. That doesn't mean they don't love you any less. There's a curtain hanging over them that have yet to pull open and reveal a very caring soul. In a matter of days, Spike would open the curtain to a dangerous crowd, and pray that he came out victorious in the end.
Short....yes. but i'll make up it up this weekend.....
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop or anything by Madonna.
A Life Full Of Saturdays : What It Feels Like For A Girl
Faye fidgeted with her lock pick and gave herself a mental high-five when the triumphant click allowed her to enter the apartment she had left only a few hours before. The room was still dark and quiet, revealing that Blair hadn't been home since her departure. Her eyes were dark fro mthe previous encounter with Spike that night and her sides ached from keeping back the unwanted tears. Everything was perfect until he mentioned that name. The name that haunted her in more ways than Spike would have thought possible. He wanted her to be Julia instead of Faye and that was something she just wasn't capable of. She couldn't morph into a blue eyed blonde bombshell at the snap of Spike's fingers. Faye quietly closed the door behind her and stalked towards the couch. She was so tired, yet she wanted to be awake for Blair's arrival. He was interesting, a breath of fresh air that Faye had been deprived of for so long. She sat herself on the worn blue couch and draped her long legs over the arm of the piece of furniture. So tired. Faye managed a good hour of being alert before she lost the fight with fatigue and drifted off to a faraway wonderland.
Blair grasped the doorknob and twisted it with little force. It was unlocked. But he distinctly remembered locking the door before leaving Faye. He thought she woudl be the type of person to lock another person's door out of common courtesy before leaving but he thought wrong. Hopefully, nobody had noticed. He had dropped his keys on the kitchen counter when he noticed the pale, slender legs swinging over the arm of his couch. So she hadn't left after all. A smirk played upon his lips as he walked over to the still form. She was sleeping. His eyes danced with her slumbering figure. She looked so peaceful and calm while sleeping. The few strands of violet hair that had fluttered over her eyes gave her an almost vulnerable look to her. Her lips were parted ever so slightlty, the sound of light breathing escaping in and out, almost welcoming him, inviting him. Before Blair knew it, he was leaning over Faye's fragile form, his lips lingering on hers in the most gentle kiss he had ever bestowed upon a woman.
Click.
"Okay. You're right. I should have never kissed you. That was wrong. Sorry." Blair's orchid eyes were a wild haze as Faye stood up with his retreating body, her Glock 30 twisting agaisnt his skull. Okay, so he had made the lethal mistake of kissing a woman, an armed woman for that matter, with a very sick temper. And now, he was looking straight into her gun, a sign of not wanting to be touched or even kissed. But he had to admit, he didn't mind one bit getting shot after tasting Faye's sinful lips. They held a touch of tangerine, his favorite fruit, and he began to wonder if the satisfaction of another embrace like that would taste as good with the actual juices of the fruit dangling from her lips. Faye's eyes were tiny slits of sparkling green gems, anger heating them up to their full emotional potential.
"Never without my permission." Her statement was quick but held enough sting to render a man paralyzed for a good hour or two. Blair laughed nervously and raised his arms up in defeat, agreeing with the vixen one hundred and ten percent. Faye crunched the gun harder against his head for emphasis. Blair winced under the pressure.
"I get the point. Now could we lower your gun just a tid bit?" Faye returned her gun to the holster on her thigh and returned to the couch. "What are you still doing here anyway? I thought for sure you left." Faye chuckled in a cold manner.
"I did. But I had to come back." Blair quirked an eyebrow and stared at the woman before him. It wasn't as if he hadn't heard that line before, he just didn't expect such a desperate line from a strong woman like Faye.
"May I ask why?" His head was lowered enough to shadow his eyes, but his expression was calm and confused; all in the same breath. He was taken aback by Faye's seductive curves sitting in front of him, her emerald orbs buffed by unshed tears. She gripped Blair's black clad knees, nails digging into his strong flesh.
"Look at me. What do you see?" Blair leaned down to Faye's level, violet eyes focusing on every feature.
"I see....a strong feminine beauty. Deep green eyes filled with mystery. An innocent woman who has yet to figure out who she is or what she wants. I see....Faye." A single tear fell from Faye's cheek. Those were the most wonderful words she had heard since she last heard her father's voice. Blair wiped away the small trickle of salt water fallign from her eye and let his thumb falter on her face for a moment longer. "Why won't you let me into your mind?"
"Because I just met you."
"So tell me anyway."
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything. For instance, your childhood, your favorites." Faye smiled softly.
"My childhood was perfection. My mother was loving and I was a Daddy's little girl. We would spend Saturdays in the park or shopping and Saturday nights watching movies. I was so happy."
"And favorites?"
"Name a few."
"Hmmm.....color?"
"Blue."
"Food?"
"Ummm anything sweet and bad for you."
"Song?"
"Is this interrogation over? I was rudely awakened and would like to get back to sleep."
"One more. What's your full name?"
"Faye Valentine." Blair grinned and tilted Faye's chin up to eye level. She cocked her head to the side, wondering what Blair intended to do in that position. He slowly leaned down, brushing his lips over her cheek and moving to her ear.
"My funny Valentine. Sweet comic, Valentine. You make me smile with all my heart." His voice was so deep and so soothing..."Your looks are laughable. Unphotographable. Yet, you're my favorite work of art." Spencer used to sing that song to her when she would break up with some nameless boyfriend. She would lay in his arms, crying her little old heart out, only to find comfort in the simple tune. She wished Spike would hold and comfort her the same way. "Is your figure less than Greek? Is your mouth - a little weak? When you open it to speak, are you smart?" Spike. He had asked to keep her, when all he wanted was a replacement for his long lost Julia. "Don't change a hair for me. Not if you care for me. Stay little Valentine, stay. Each day is Valentine's day...." She didn't want to be a replacement.
Blair watched Faye's eyes slowly give in to sleep as he wrapped his arms around her frame and carried her to the bedroom. He would not seduce her tonight for he knew she would be reluctant. Plus, Spike had yet to wake up, more than likely, and find Faye gone. Blair sat himself down on a small leather chair and tried his best to fall alseep in the presence of the velvet haired angel, but to no avail.
"Spike person? Spike persooooonnnn!!" Spike squinted his eyes as the blurry form of red and amber began to take shape. Ed hovered over him, leaving a stunned Serenity in the doorway. "What are you doing in Faye- Faye's bed?" Spike had completely forgotten that he wandered in to Faye's bedroom the night before. The warmth had called to him and had taken him hostage as his thoughts flooded his mind with images of Julia laying next to him. Had he spoken her name at all. He turned over to find an embarrassed Faye hiding underneath the sheets, but found a cold imprint of where a body used to lay.
"Ed, where's Faye?" Ed shrugged, for she thought that the cowboy held the answer to that question.
"You're confused, Spike Spiegel." Serenity's tiny voice bumped Spike out of all drowsiness. He hadn't felt that alert until the little wonder's voice filled the room. He brought a cigarette to hip lips and prepared to light it.
"What are you talking about?"
"You obviously have her confused with Julia." Serenity scowled at the man she saved, and who had rescued her in return and turned to leave. Ed glanced at Spike pleadingly, hoping that her found friend's accusation wasn't true. But deep down inside, she knew the truth, and got up from the ransacked bedroom. Spike dropped his head into his palms. He had said it, hadn't he? He had spoken the one sinful name in Faye's company. Was that why he couldn't find her?
Ed had to literally sprint in order to catch up with Serenity, who remained focused on the lounge before her. Ed would poke her head in beside her, her cat like form brooding over the miracle worker. She was entranced by the child's looks but even enthralled with how mature she was for seven years old. The hacker had even given the healer a nickname.
"Why is Ren-Rem so mad?"
"Ed knows why Ren-Rem is mad."
"Is it because of Spike person?"
"Exactly."
"Is it because he hurt Faye-Faye?"
"No. It's because of him that he will lose her in the end."
"Did Ren-Rem see that in her noggin noodle?" Serenity finally stopped in mid step, sending a dazed Edward into the walls of the Bebop. Serenity sighed.
"There is a darker force present, Ed. A bad force but cloaked by illusion. If Spike won't lift his own illusion. Snow White will sleep forever." Spike frowned as Serenity spoke those words. He knew he had to forget about Julia and give into whatever it was he was feeling for Faye. But he couldn't. He just coudlnt' bring himself to do it.
Faye yawned and stretched as sunlight poured in through the window of Blair's apartment. She smiled as rays of daybreak rained on her skin like a glowing waterfall. She turned on her side, only to meet the violet orbs of Blair Whittaker. He almost looked alseep, if Faye couldn't see the gently smile that played upon his lips. She found her heart skip a beat at the sight of that smile. He didn't move from his postion on the chair, he just stared at her, causing Faye to blush slightly.
"You're.....amazingly gorgeous." Faye sat up and drew her knees up to her chest, upon which she rested her head on.
"And you....are up to something." Blair stood, the blood returning to his limbs, and sprawled out next to Faye.
"You've known me for less than 24 hours and already you know me to well. But you, Ms. Valentine, are a complete mystery to me that I have no hopes in solving." Blair lit a cigarette and peered up at the ceiling. Faye, however, was in complete awe.
They have ways of doing that. Twisting words to find the right things to say in order to flatter you. And we always fall for it. Can we help it? The things they say are so kind and so unusual in the nature to be heard that we forget for a moment that it's just sugared poison. We took the candy from the strangers and are now paying the price. Maybe Faye was just desperate to hear those words from a man, or maybe she was trying to substitue Spike for just a moment. But those sugar coated words caused her heart to skip a beat and made her feel like the luckiest woman alive. As a child, she recorded herself asking if there was anyone special in her life. Define special. We all want that Brad Pitt or Johnny Depp or Angelina Jolie but the fact is that not everyone is Johnny Depp. But there is that one person who thinks you are something else. That you make the world go round, the sun rise, and the stars shine. So just don't shun them. They may think that but never tell you. That doesn't mean they don't love you any less. There's a curtain hanging over them that have yet to pull open and reveal a very caring soul. In a matter of days, Spike would open the curtain to a dangerous crowd, and pray that he came out victorious in the end.
Short....yes. but i'll make up it up this weekend.....