[Author's Note] Chapter Two! :D Cliffhangers are a bitch, eh?
Thanks for all tha reviews guys ^^ For
a minute there it makes me feel loved. Yea, weird, I know x3 SO Chapter One was
real short…don't expect much on this one either. I'm thinkin about doin a lemon, but
it would be a first, so I'm not sure I wanna ruin this fic just yet. Oh yes,
and to the person who reviewed saying "You cant just
make Spike come alive without talking about how his world has crumbled!"…-twitch-
Well, buddy, I'M WORKIN ON IT. I just revealed he was alive, damnit! Anywho… On with the show!
[Warning] Haven't seen the last two
episodes of the series? Don't read the fic. It's so simple! C'mon guys, stop complainin about how confused yeh
are when I say so many times not to read the fic unless you've seen them! Damn!
X_x Anywho, more sickeningly mushy moments ahead…
[Disclaimer] I don't own Cowboy
Bebop. It would be nice, but I don't. You would look pretty stupid suing a 12
year old anyways.
Now the moment you've been waitin for cowboys,
3nj0y.
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Faye gasped and turned around under the arm that had wrapped around her
waist...
Only to find
Spike staring back at her with his usual smirk. Although,
his eyes seemed unnaturally soft.
For a long moment all she could do was
stare in shock at him. The way his smirk brightened his dirty face seemed
unreal.
"Like a kid after a nightmare," he continued
in the same, low tone that echoed through the deserted building, "you came running for someone to comfort you. But I think
it's rather pathetic when you seek comforting from a bloodied up bounty
hunter." Spike's smirk widened into a smile.
Faye squirmed out from under Spike's
arm and sat up, staring at him with tears gathering in her eyes and a smile
creeping onto her lips…"You're…you're alive…."
"Yea, well, Fate's a bitch. It doesn't
let me die, no matter how hard I try."
Faye helped the bounty hunter sit up
and lean against a large chunk of stone. "Fate isn't ready for you to die.
Nobody is. Not yet, anyways."
Spike groaned and held his bloody arm,
wincing as his fingers ran over the wound. He tried to ignore the pain,
however. For some reason, Faye seemed his main concern. She seemed apprehensive,
which was….weird.
"I just can't believe that you're alive. I…thought you were…dead…" She
felt a tear stream down her face, and tried her best to hide it.
"So did I,"
Spike retorted.
Faye took a handkerchief from the
pocket of her red jacket and absentmindedly began wiping the dirt and blood off
of Spike's face.
Spike blinked. "Uh, yeah, thanks, Mom."
She held the handkerchief away from his
face and glared at him. "Well, I could let the blood and filth permanently
stain your face, not a problem for me."
Spike sneered. "Then continue."
Faye continued to wipe away at his face
as he fidgeted like a child. "We were really worried about you. I could tell by
the look on Jet's face he thought you were dead, too."
Spike glanced impassively up at Faye as
she scrubbed at the scratch on his left cheek. "Why were you crying?"
Faye narrowed her eyes and lowered the
handkerchief. "How did you…"
"I could hear you. Why were you
crying? You can't tell me that you were worried. That isn't like you."
Faye looked at the ground. "I thought I
lost a friend. It's not a good feeling. It's like someone is tugging
ceaselessly at your heart and wont stop until tears are shed."
Spike smiled. "A friend? So you were worried. There's something new."
Suddenly, Faye closed her eyes and
threw her arms around his waist and buried her head in his suit. Spike let out
a small gasp and looked down at Faye, taken aback with her sudden action.
"Of course you're my friend Spike," she
said, her tears showing on the bounty hunter's blue suit, "Sure, we fought like
cats and dogs, but you were still my friend. I just could take the fact that
you might be dead. I've lost a lot in my life; my past, my hope, and I wasn't
about to lose you!"
Spike's surprised expression faded into
a soft, sympathetic one. His first reaction would've been to pull the woman
into an embrace, but his own personality refused to let him do so. He figured
just to let her continue, but not without a remark.
"Faye," he said almost in a whisper, "this
isn't like you. What happened to the harsh, brash Faye I used to know?"
The female bounty hunter only hugged
him tighter on his comment. "Shut up and let me finish!"
Spike blinked a few times in surprise,
but then smiled. So, Faye was still there after all.
"Damnit, Spike! Why did you have to
leave? Is it that you want to die?
You're such a jerk!"
Spike narrowed his eyes, and, listening
to his soft side, wrapped his uninjured arm around Faye and held her close,
resting his head on top of hers. There was nothing sexual behind the hug,
however. It was merely one to comfort his comrade. But still, he didn't think
they would ever be this close, or
that Faye would ever be so worried
for Spike's safety. He felt as if he had been thrown into a different world.
Time stood still for the next few
moments. The sun was just rising behind the building, causing morning rays of
sunlight to flood through the shattered windows into patches of light on the
floor. Dust danced in the morning light, giving the whole scene a rather eerie
feeling. Which really wasn't new for Spike or Faye.
This was their world.
To Be Continued…
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3nd.
Short and nauseatingly sweet. More to come, but you
must review or no more chapters x3 It's such fun taunting you guys into reviewing :D
Angst fans, Rejoice! Conflict ahead!
-WingedCougar