All will be revealed in due time. Have ye of little faith in what i'm
doing. I may sound confusing at first but it will all come together. As of
now, i'm sitting in front of my screen with a brunette afro that I didn't
think was possible, I sound like a forty year old smoker, and a spider on
the wall is silently taunting me. I swear those eight legged monsters stalk
me. They're just waiting for me to scr- AHH! HE MOVED! WHERE'S MY SHOE?!
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop. Nor do I own any of the music that I use for these stories.
A Life Full Of Saturdays - Smooth Criminal
Faye exhaled an enormous amount of second hand smoke as she lay wrapped up in the arms of a man whom she was truly falling head over heels for. Literally. The night before, after the most romantic evening of her life, she managed to slip on her dress and fall on her rear, ankles in the air. Blair didn't laugh. He smiled, but didn't laugh. For Faye, it was a dream come true. For the first time since Spencer, she could be close to a man and not feel embarrassment or vulnerable. She felt comfortable, like it was natural for her to be laying next to Blair. There were still alot of questions she wanted to ask him, but for right now, she was intoxicated with a sense of pure bliss that she hadn't felt since...since never.
Her mind kept nagging at her though. Images of Spike tumbled throughout her brain, and even in this convivial state, she pictured and wished that it had been Spike wooing her the night before and serenading her into a forbidden paradise that a woman had been to in a long time. She wanted to heal Spike but ended being touched by one of his former friends. Blair was another Vicious to Spike and Faye knew the inevitable. Spike would come looking for one or the other or even both in the next few days. If there was one thing that Faye knew Spike hated, it was fact the fact that he didn't like his personal things taken from him. He was very possessive, even if he went about it with a lazy attiutude and an equally lazy smirk. Faye pulled at her bottom lip. Was that all she was to the cowboy? A personal toy? Something to play with when he got lonely? She would find out sooner than planned.
A soft movement pushed Faye back into reality as Blair nudged his cheek into Faye's bare shoulder. She didn't regret the night before. Blair had been gentle with her, careful not to break a treasured doll within his grip. His kisses; passionate and needing. His touch; soft and full of emotion. The feeling of his lips still brought chills to her skin. They could make a nun drunk for more. Faye had felt secure in his arms, as if Blair would shield her from every evil on Earth. He was an angel sent to her to wake her up from her own neverending dream. Blair moaned softly as Faye brushed her hand through his cobalt hair.
"Good morning Mr. Whittaker." Blair smirked and grabbed for Faye's cigarette and took a small drag. He stared off into nothingness for a moment, sending Faye into a state of panic. Did he regret last night? "Blair?"
"Come away with me Faye. Let's get out of here and never look back." Faye shot up from bed, very aware of the situation for the first time in days. Sure this was a teenage girl's fantasy, to wake up next to the most intriguing and handsome man eyes could ever lay upon, but Faye was not one to jump off a cliff with the devil just because he looked good and was even better in bed.
"What?! Are you serious?" Blair sat up on the mattress and let his shaggy indigo locks shade his violet eyes.
"Dead serious, my dear Faye. I want to get out of this place. Away from these people. But I want you to come with me. I already have a ship to get us away. All I need is you." Faye's eyebrow scrunched up against her forehead. No one had ever asked her that before.
"Blair....this is a big step for me. I...I need some time to think about it."
"I leave in two days. If you're not back then i'll know which road you chose. But Faye, know this. I would have asked you if I didn't love you for you." The final words gave a small sting in her heart. She knew he was referring to Spike. But the weight was lifted from her shoulders as he said the one small word : love. It was simple enough, but it held so many meanings. Faye lifted her worn out body from the ravaged cotton sheets and stretched. The sun seemed to stretch along with her linger limbs through the endless sky. Why couldn't every day be like this for her. But she had forty eight hours to decide if this is what she truly wanted. She picked up her things, took a quick a shower, and with a small wave, Faye wandered back to the Bebop to see where her fate truly laid.
Spike had heard the Redtail enter the hanger. The only question: was Faye here to say welcome back or goodbye? He waited for a moment or two for the sound of a sliding door and when he didn't here the smooth noise of metal against metal, Spike decided to venture out and check for the tempting vixen. And there she was, in all her blazing glory, from her yellow jumpsuit to her violet tresses blowing in the harbor winds. It was such a scene like this that kept the knot tied in Spike's throat. A confused look was written over her face. She was so easy to read sometimes. Dammit. Why couldn't he just apologize and go on with the petty fights and the senseless arguing? He missed that terribly. No, he just had to hook Faye and string her along like some second hand beauty. What was he thinking? Faye was far from second hand and far from being hooked. She had proved last night that her hook was sharper than Spike's and could catch any fish in the sea, and finding the most dangerous breed -Blair.
Faye had landed the Redtail and stepped out in a daze. Both the Hammerhead and the Swordfish were visible in the hangar as the Bebop floated among the soft waves of the harbor. The squeaky giggles of Serenity and Ed and the annoyed grunts of Jet were clearly heard on a nearby dock. The former cop wrestled with a large fish as Edward and Serenity cheered him on, creating a tangled maze of fishing line throughtout the trio. Faye couldn't help but smirk to herself. Pro: she had made lifelong companions on the Bebop. Jet was like a father to her, always watching her back and lecturing her out of love and consideration, whether he would admit caring for the woman or not. Ed was like the little sister Faye never had. She had been an only child her whole life and now she was able to share beauty secrets and clothes and advice to a child in perfect awe. The small sound of shoes scraping agaisnt metal knocked Faye out of that daze. She hadn't even noticed that she hadn't left the small outside ledge that usually led zipcrafts to the stars. Standing before her was Spike. Con: she had fallen for a comrade and had yet to be picked back up from her infatuation. That's right. She had to remind herself that it was a one sided love. Both figures stood in silence, in a fixed languor. It was Faye who pulled her walls back up and flipped her hair over her shoulder with a sly simper.
"I expected a warm welcome, but it seems that men are only capable of giving the cold shoulder these days." Spike moved forward once step. He didn't want to risk getting too close to Faye and have his senses shut down on him.
"Why'd you come back?"
"I'm not accepted here anymore? You forget, I pull my weight around here also." She whipped out a cigarette to calm her nerves that had chosen that moment to rage out of control.
"You know what I mean. I saw you dancing with Blair last night. I even saw the kiss." Faye's mossy eyes darted to the opposite direction to avoid contact with the mismatched orbs. She hadn't meant... Faye suddenly calmed. It was becoming so clear now, as if a faded picture was now coming into focus and showing Faye the exact path to take. She had never experience true nirvana until that moment.
"You wanna get out of here? C'mon."
Blair hummed softly as he threw another shirt in the suitcase. His hopes were high that Faye would return and run away with him. Faye. She was nothing like he had ever seen or felt. He was usually cold with women, for they needed him more then he needed them. But he yearned for Faye day and night. It was a neverending hunger that ceased to let him be full for the time being. Blair was so wrapped up that he didn't hear the click of his door opening or the pitter patter of feet raining across his floor or even the loud ping of a tranquilizer dart making impact with his flesh.
Faye climbed up on the hood of a rusted convertible. Spike followed her own movement and sat by her. They didn't exactly know where they were or how they got there or how they would get back but it was peaceful and there would be no interruptions from hacking teenagers or anal bonsai caretakers. Faye gawked at the seaside sunset. Had she been traveling all day? It was amazing how time flew on Mars.
"You didn't answer my question." Spike's cool, monotone voice almost threw Faye off guard.
"What was the question?"
"Why did you come back?"
"To say goodbye." The words rolled right off Faye's tounge like a rare wine. Spike was completely taken aback. he had not expected that answer.
"What?!" Faye chuckled to herself.
"Were you awaiting a different answer?" Spike lowered his head in shame. Perhaps he had. A declaration of love, maybe? Or even a heartfelt speech of companionship and what he and the crew meant to her. Instead, he was receiving a sharp goodbye that sent worse aches through his body than any weapon could ever accomplish. Faye sighed. Why did it have to be so hard? "Blair....he asked me....to go away with him. And i've decided to take him on his offer." Spike bit his lip, not even feeling the small sting of blood escaping the small gash he created. He was falling off an unknown edge. He hopped off the car and clutched Faye by her shoulders. His grip was firm and began to turn her skin a light rose.
"Do you WANT to die or something?! Blair is not right in the head, Faye!! He's dangerous!! At any moment they could turn that switch on!!" Faye peered up at the bounty hunter.
"What switch?" He had said too much to back down now.
"The Syndicate. Blair was a project of their's. They wanted to make the perfect killing macine. Void of any emotion and completely loyal. But it backfired. Sure, Blair was loyal but the chip they inserted....it...messed with his brain. Fucked him up. Created some kind of blood lust....a split personality if you will. The moment they want to play around with him or bring their good ol monster back, they simply flip a switch and Blair goes on a killing spree." Spike finally released her and she fell limp upon the rusted car.
"He can fight it."
"You're blind."
"You're one to talk."
"I don't want you to go." Faye's vision became clouded with hot tears. She pounded her fist against the eroded metal.
"Dammit Spike! Don't do this to me! Not now! Do you have any how idea how hard this was for me?! Do you really think I WANT to leave everyone behind. You all were the closest thing I had to a family!!"
"Then why leave?!"
"Because I want to get away from you!!!" Spike's heart sank ten feet that very minute. She wanted to get away...from him? Tears were streaming down Faye's flushed cheeks. "Everywhere I go, you're in my mind. I can still smell your cologne when you haven't been anywhere near me. I hear your voice even when you refuse to converse with me. I feel your touch when you haven't been near me for days. You've held my heart in the palm of your hands for quite awhile now, only to kick it around and have a field day with it. Well i'm taking it back Spike. "
"A field day?"
"Yes!! You look at me and the word 'Julia', the word that haunts me even still, slips from your lips. I'm not Julia! I never will be! I'm Faye...always and forever. And for some odd reason....you can comprehend that." Faye wiped away her tear stains and stared at the ground. She almost felt ashamed for revealing so much in so little time. "I hated my mother."
"What?" Spike was still gawking at the orchid haired beauty.
"My mother. I despised her. As a child, I think I stole her attention from my father. So when I hit my teenage years, she berated me until I believed everything she said. Every insult, I took it to heart. I ended up being a waitress in a bar. Some dream job, huh? But there were two men in my life who made me happy. The first one, being my dad. I loved him so much. He thought I could take on the world and survive. And then there was Spencer, my best friend in the whole world. I could tell him anything and everything. He brought out a fire in me that grew with each year until I became the Faye I am today. And then I fancied myself in love with him, while he was taken. " Spike remained silent. Faye had never told him any of this. Why now? "We had a petty fight the day before my accident. The year we graduated from highschool, he foresaw the man I would end up with. He sounded alot like you." Spike kept his gaze locked on the bounty huntress.
"Faye..."
"Spencer was always a good liar. Like father like son, I guess." With that said, Faye wandered back to the Bebop to say her final goodbyes, leaving a stunned Spike in the same postion.
Blair struggled to escape the binds on his wrist. He knew where he was and why he was there. The Syndicate wanted Preacherman back. Blair yelled out in agony. Why now? A shadowed figure lingered over his bent body and held out a small silver switch.
"Which is it Blair? Will you join back with us by choice or force?"
"Neither..."
"Fine....have it your way." A thin finger reached out and flipped the tiny switch.
If one were a million miles away and deaf, they could still hear the agonzing sceam of pure terror. Never would you hear such a scream. It was a fear of the unknown and a horror that you knew that result of that fear. It was like the howl of an animal being put to slaughter and living through every slice until the blood drained entirely from its body, followed by its life. Blair was being sent to slaughter, leaving his sanity behind in a pool of another's blood.
Spike struggled to bring himself back to the Bebop and was almost relieved to see the Redtail gone. Soft whispers echoed throughout the deserted halls of the Bebop. It was a child's voice, and Spike half expected Ed to jump out with Tomato atop her head, balanced by such a chemically imbalanced girl. However, a small note caught Spike's attention -
Spike-
Went to store with Ed to pick up medicine and a few supplies. Serenity complaining of a stomach ache.
Jet
Spike laughed to himself. Leave it to Jet to feel sorry for a kid. So then it was Serenity who was making such noise? Spike continued down the cool hallway towards the girlish whispers. He could finally pick up on the one person conversation.
"I know, I know.......I knooooowww. I tried. I didn't try that. I knooooowwww. He didn't even try to stop her. Can you believe that? I have never done that before......No!!"
"Who are you talking to?" Serenity darted around and held a permanent scowl. A low noise, which Spike could only describe as a growl, was emitted from the tiny girl.
"Why should it matter to- " She turned around to meet her invisible friend. "I saw it once on a movie. Yes an old movie. If you think it will work....i'm willing to try anything at this point."
"What are you doing?"
"Close your eyes...." Spike sighed but did as he was told. Slowly, but surely, he could smell the significant scent of roses and he opened his eyes to meet the icey blue orbs of Julia.
"Julia..." The sweet reunion was cut short when Julia glared daggers into her former lover and sent her hand straight to his cheek in one quick action, leaving an imprint the size of a child's hand.
"Why'd you slap me?" Julia's gaze was cold and angered. He had only seen this side of her a few times before.
"You let her go!!"
"I thought you'd be happy!!" Julia stepped forward, her nose almost touching Spike's.
"You are alive because I wanted you to be...and yet you waste that gift on the past."
"What are you saying?"
"I chose Serenity to help me. A lost little girl, like I used to be. When I died, I woke up. But when I saw you last, there was a spark in your eyes that I had never seen before."
"It was the desire to kill Vicious."
"No. You were happy here on the Bebop....with Jet and Ed and....Faye."
"I could never love anyone but you,Julia! You know that!"
"And that's a lie! You woke up from your dream Spike, don't fall back into it because of a ghost."
"Are you saying you want me to fall for Faye?"
"I'm saying I want you leave me be. Let me wake up so that you may live. I saw that spark you carried with Faye. I could never light that spark for you Spike. "
"So you're saying you never really loved me." Julia's baby blues were filled with tears as she began to speak again.
"I will always love you Spike. But i'm dead now. It's okay to allow yourself to love."
"I don't want to love another!!"
"Spike...I left you when you needed me most. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. But she....she begged you to stay. Don't think too long on it."
"What do you mean? "
"The switch has been flipped..." Spike's mismatched eyes flew open as Serenity stood below him with an innocent stare.
Faye laid her bags beside the front door of Blair's apartment. It had just begun to storm when she left the Bebop and she was soaked from head to toe and carried a heavy weight on hre shoulders from the previous conversation. She walked towards the living room, turning on every light, only to learn the electricity had been blown.
"Blair?" Lightning flashed before her, revealing a black clad figure holding a gleaming katana. Deja vu. "Vicious?" A smile crept upon the stranger's dimly lit face.
"Far from it. Are you a religious woman, Faye?" Faye gulped and backed up to the door.
"Not really."
"Perhaps it is time that you did..."
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop. Nor do I own any of the music that I use for these stories.
A Life Full Of Saturdays - Smooth Criminal
Faye exhaled an enormous amount of second hand smoke as she lay wrapped up in the arms of a man whom she was truly falling head over heels for. Literally. The night before, after the most romantic evening of her life, she managed to slip on her dress and fall on her rear, ankles in the air. Blair didn't laugh. He smiled, but didn't laugh. For Faye, it was a dream come true. For the first time since Spencer, she could be close to a man and not feel embarrassment or vulnerable. She felt comfortable, like it was natural for her to be laying next to Blair. There were still alot of questions she wanted to ask him, but for right now, she was intoxicated with a sense of pure bliss that she hadn't felt since...since never.
Her mind kept nagging at her though. Images of Spike tumbled throughout her brain, and even in this convivial state, she pictured and wished that it had been Spike wooing her the night before and serenading her into a forbidden paradise that a woman had been to in a long time. She wanted to heal Spike but ended being touched by one of his former friends. Blair was another Vicious to Spike and Faye knew the inevitable. Spike would come looking for one or the other or even both in the next few days. If there was one thing that Faye knew Spike hated, it was fact the fact that he didn't like his personal things taken from him. He was very possessive, even if he went about it with a lazy attiutude and an equally lazy smirk. Faye pulled at her bottom lip. Was that all she was to the cowboy? A personal toy? Something to play with when he got lonely? She would find out sooner than planned.
A soft movement pushed Faye back into reality as Blair nudged his cheek into Faye's bare shoulder. She didn't regret the night before. Blair had been gentle with her, careful not to break a treasured doll within his grip. His kisses; passionate and needing. His touch; soft and full of emotion. The feeling of his lips still brought chills to her skin. They could make a nun drunk for more. Faye had felt secure in his arms, as if Blair would shield her from every evil on Earth. He was an angel sent to her to wake her up from her own neverending dream. Blair moaned softly as Faye brushed her hand through his cobalt hair.
"Good morning Mr. Whittaker." Blair smirked and grabbed for Faye's cigarette and took a small drag. He stared off into nothingness for a moment, sending Faye into a state of panic. Did he regret last night? "Blair?"
"Come away with me Faye. Let's get out of here and never look back." Faye shot up from bed, very aware of the situation for the first time in days. Sure this was a teenage girl's fantasy, to wake up next to the most intriguing and handsome man eyes could ever lay upon, but Faye was not one to jump off a cliff with the devil just because he looked good and was even better in bed.
"What?! Are you serious?" Blair sat up on the mattress and let his shaggy indigo locks shade his violet eyes.
"Dead serious, my dear Faye. I want to get out of this place. Away from these people. But I want you to come with me. I already have a ship to get us away. All I need is you." Faye's eyebrow scrunched up against her forehead. No one had ever asked her that before.
"Blair....this is a big step for me. I...I need some time to think about it."
"I leave in two days. If you're not back then i'll know which road you chose. But Faye, know this. I would have asked you if I didn't love you for you." The final words gave a small sting in her heart. She knew he was referring to Spike. But the weight was lifted from her shoulders as he said the one small word : love. It was simple enough, but it held so many meanings. Faye lifted her worn out body from the ravaged cotton sheets and stretched. The sun seemed to stretch along with her linger limbs through the endless sky. Why couldn't every day be like this for her. But she had forty eight hours to decide if this is what she truly wanted. She picked up her things, took a quick a shower, and with a small wave, Faye wandered back to the Bebop to see where her fate truly laid.
Spike had heard the Redtail enter the hanger. The only question: was Faye here to say welcome back or goodbye? He waited for a moment or two for the sound of a sliding door and when he didn't here the smooth noise of metal against metal, Spike decided to venture out and check for the tempting vixen. And there she was, in all her blazing glory, from her yellow jumpsuit to her violet tresses blowing in the harbor winds. It was such a scene like this that kept the knot tied in Spike's throat. A confused look was written over her face. She was so easy to read sometimes. Dammit. Why couldn't he just apologize and go on with the petty fights and the senseless arguing? He missed that terribly. No, he just had to hook Faye and string her along like some second hand beauty. What was he thinking? Faye was far from second hand and far from being hooked. She had proved last night that her hook was sharper than Spike's and could catch any fish in the sea, and finding the most dangerous breed -Blair.
Faye had landed the Redtail and stepped out in a daze. Both the Hammerhead and the Swordfish were visible in the hangar as the Bebop floated among the soft waves of the harbor. The squeaky giggles of Serenity and Ed and the annoyed grunts of Jet were clearly heard on a nearby dock. The former cop wrestled with a large fish as Edward and Serenity cheered him on, creating a tangled maze of fishing line throughtout the trio. Faye couldn't help but smirk to herself. Pro: she had made lifelong companions on the Bebop. Jet was like a father to her, always watching her back and lecturing her out of love and consideration, whether he would admit caring for the woman or not. Ed was like the little sister Faye never had. She had been an only child her whole life and now she was able to share beauty secrets and clothes and advice to a child in perfect awe. The small sound of shoes scraping agaisnt metal knocked Faye out of that daze. She hadn't even noticed that she hadn't left the small outside ledge that usually led zipcrafts to the stars. Standing before her was Spike. Con: she had fallen for a comrade and had yet to be picked back up from her infatuation. That's right. She had to remind herself that it was a one sided love. Both figures stood in silence, in a fixed languor. It was Faye who pulled her walls back up and flipped her hair over her shoulder with a sly simper.
"I expected a warm welcome, but it seems that men are only capable of giving the cold shoulder these days." Spike moved forward once step. He didn't want to risk getting too close to Faye and have his senses shut down on him.
"Why'd you come back?"
"I'm not accepted here anymore? You forget, I pull my weight around here also." She whipped out a cigarette to calm her nerves that had chosen that moment to rage out of control.
"You know what I mean. I saw you dancing with Blair last night. I even saw the kiss." Faye's mossy eyes darted to the opposite direction to avoid contact with the mismatched orbs. She hadn't meant... Faye suddenly calmed. It was becoming so clear now, as if a faded picture was now coming into focus and showing Faye the exact path to take. She had never experience true nirvana until that moment.
"You wanna get out of here? C'mon."
Blair hummed softly as he threw another shirt in the suitcase. His hopes were high that Faye would return and run away with him. Faye. She was nothing like he had ever seen or felt. He was usually cold with women, for they needed him more then he needed them. But he yearned for Faye day and night. It was a neverending hunger that ceased to let him be full for the time being. Blair was so wrapped up that he didn't hear the click of his door opening or the pitter patter of feet raining across his floor or even the loud ping of a tranquilizer dart making impact with his flesh.
Faye climbed up on the hood of a rusted convertible. Spike followed her own movement and sat by her. They didn't exactly know where they were or how they got there or how they would get back but it was peaceful and there would be no interruptions from hacking teenagers or anal bonsai caretakers. Faye gawked at the seaside sunset. Had she been traveling all day? It was amazing how time flew on Mars.
"You didn't answer my question." Spike's cool, monotone voice almost threw Faye off guard.
"What was the question?"
"Why did you come back?"
"To say goodbye." The words rolled right off Faye's tounge like a rare wine. Spike was completely taken aback. he had not expected that answer.
"What?!" Faye chuckled to herself.
"Were you awaiting a different answer?" Spike lowered his head in shame. Perhaps he had. A declaration of love, maybe? Or even a heartfelt speech of companionship and what he and the crew meant to her. Instead, he was receiving a sharp goodbye that sent worse aches through his body than any weapon could ever accomplish. Faye sighed. Why did it have to be so hard? "Blair....he asked me....to go away with him. And i've decided to take him on his offer." Spike bit his lip, not even feeling the small sting of blood escaping the small gash he created. He was falling off an unknown edge. He hopped off the car and clutched Faye by her shoulders. His grip was firm and began to turn her skin a light rose.
"Do you WANT to die or something?! Blair is not right in the head, Faye!! He's dangerous!! At any moment they could turn that switch on!!" Faye peered up at the bounty hunter.
"What switch?" He had said too much to back down now.
"The Syndicate. Blair was a project of their's. They wanted to make the perfect killing macine. Void of any emotion and completely loyal. But it backfired. Sure, Blair was loyal but the chip they inserted....it...messed with his brain. Fucked him up. Created some kind of blood lust....a split personality if you will. The moment they want to play around with him or bring their good ol monster back, they simply flip a switch and Blair goes on a killing spree." Spike finally released her and she fell limp upon the rusted car.
"He can fight it."
"You're blind."
"You're one to talk."
"I don't want you to go." Faye's vision became clouded with hot tears. She pounded her fist against the eroded metal.
"Dammit Spike! Don't do this to me! Not now! Do you have any how idea how hard this was for me?! Do you really think I WANT to leave everyone behind. You all were the closest thing I had to a family!!"
"Then why leave?!"
"Because I want to get away from you!!!" Spike's heart sank ten feet that very minute. She wanted to get away...from him? Tears were streaming down Faye's flushed cheeks. "Everywhere I go, you're in my mind. I can still smell your cologne when you haven't been anywhere near me. I hear your voice even when you refuse to converse with me. I feel your touch when you haven't been near me for days. You've held my heart in the palm of your hands for quite awhile now, only to kick it around and have a field day with it. Well i'm taking it back Spike. "
"A field day?"
"Yes!! You look at me and the word 'Julia', the word that haunts me even still, slips from your lips. I'm not Julia! I never will be! I'm Faye...always and forever. And for some odd reason....you can comprehend that." Faye wiped away her tear stains and stared at the ground. She almost felt ashamed for revealing so much in so little time. "I hated my mother."
"What?" Spike was still gawking at the orchid haired beauty.
"My mother. I despised her. As a child, I think I stole her attention from my father. So when I hit my teenage years, she berated me until I believed everything she said. Every insult, I took it to heart. I ended up being a waitress in a bar. Some dream job, huh? But there were two men in my life who made me happy. The first one, being my dad. I loved him so much. He thought I could take on the world and survive. And then there was Spencer, my best friend in the whole world. I could tell him anything and everything. He brought out a fire in me that grew with each year until I became the Faye I am today. And then I fancied myself in love with him, while he was taken. " Spike remained silent. Faye had never told him any of this. Why now? "We had a petty fight the day before my accident. The year we graduated from highschool, he foresaw the man I would end up with. He sounded alot like you." Spike kept his gaze locked on the bounty huntress.
"Faye..."
"Spencer was always a good liar. Like father like son, I guess." With that said, Faye wandered back to the Bebop to say her final goodbyes, leaving a stunned Spike in the same postion.
Blair struggled to escape the binds on his wrist. He knew where he was and why he was there. The Syndicate wanted Preacherman back. Blair yelled out in agony. Why now? A shadowed figure lingered over his bent body and held out a small silver switch.
"Which is it Blair? Will you join back with us by choice or force?"
"Neither..."
"Fine....have it your way." A thin finger reached out and flipped the tiny switch.
If one were a million miles away and deaf, they could still hear the agonzing sceam of pure terror. Never would you hear such a scream. It was a fear of the unknown and a horror that you knew that result of that fear. It was like the howl of an animal being put to slaughter and living through every slice until the blood drained entirely from its body, followed by its life. Blair was being sent to slaughter, leaving his sanity behind in a pool of another's blood.
Spike struggled to bring himself back to the Bebop and was almost relieved to see the Redtail gone. Soft whispers echoed throughout the deserted halls of the Bebop. It was a child's voice, and Spike half expected Ed to jump out with Tomato atop her head, balanced by such a chemically imbalanced girl. However, a small note caught Spike's attention -
Spike-
Went to store with Ed to pick up medicine and a few supplies. Serenity complaining of a stomach ache.
Jet
Spike laughed to himself. Leave it to Jet to feel sorry for a kid. So then it was Serenity who was making such noise? Spike continued down the cool hallway towards the girlish whispers. He could finally pick up on the one person conversation.
"I know, I know.......I knooooowww. I tried. I didn't try that. I knooooowwww. He didn't even try to stop her. Can you believe that? I have never done that before......No!!"
"Who are you talking to?" Serenity darted around and held a permanent scowl. A low noise, which Spike could only describe as a growl, was emitted from the tiny girl.
"Why should it matter to- " She turned around to meet her invisible friend. "I saw it once on a movie. Yes an old movie. If you think it will work....i'm willing to try anything at this point."
"What are you doing?"
"Close your eyes...." Spike sighed but did as he was told. Slowly, but surely, he could smell the significant scent of roses and he opened his eyes to meet the icey blue orbs of Julia.
"Julia..." The sweet reunion was cut short when Julia glared daggers into her former lover and sent her hand straight to his cheek in one quick action, leaving an imprint the size of a child's hand.
"Why'd you slap me?" Julia's gaze was cold and angered. He had only seen this side of her a few times before.
"You let her go!!"
"I thought you'd be happy!!" Julia stepped forward, her nose almost touching Spike's.
"You are alive because I wanted you to be...and yet you waste that gift on the past."
"What are you saying?"
"I chose Serenity to help me. A lost little girl, like I used to be. When I died, I woke up. But when I saw you last, there was a spark in your eyes that I had never seen before."
"It was the desire to kill Vicious."
"No. You were happy here on the Bebop....with Jet and Ed and....Faye."
"I could never love anyone but you,Julia! You know that!"
"And that's a lie! You woke up from your dream Spike, don't fall back into it because of a ghost."
"Are you saying you want me to fall for Faye?"
"I'm saying I want you leave me be. Let me wake up so that you may live. I saw that spark you carried with Faye. I could never light that spark for you Spike. "
"So you're saying you never really loved me." Julia's baby blues were filled with tears as she began to speak again.
"I will always love you Spike. But i'm dead now. It's okay to allow yourself to love."
"I don't want to love another!!"
"Spike...I left you when you needed me most. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. But she....she begged you to stay. Don't think too long on it."
"What do you mean? "
"The switch has been flipped..." Spike's mismatched eyes flew open as Serenity stood below him with an innocent stare.
Faye laid her bags beside the front door of Blair's apartment. It had just begun to storm when she left the Bebop and she was soaked from head to toe and carried a heavy weight on hre shoulders from the previous conversation. She walked towards the living room, turning on every light, only to learn the electricity had been blown.
"Blair?" Lightning flashed before her, revealing a black clad figure holding a gleaming katana. Deja vu. "Vicious?" A smile crept upon the stranger's dimly lit face.
"Far from it. Are you a religious woman, Faye?" Faye gulped and backed up to the door.
"Not really."
"Perhaps it is time that you did..."