See You L8er Space Cowboy

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See You L8er Space Cowboy

Session 10: Living Proof

"In recent Galaxy News, notorious Red Dragon Syndicate leader Spike Spiegel has been aquitted of all charges held against him by the Mars Judicial System...Spiegel was booked for the murder of Victoria Maria Lucia Contreras, daughter of the Red Dragon Syndicate's former leader, Mao... "

I drop my glass of Earth's Bacardi Silver and stare in shock as I see him, Spike...walking out of the courthouse in Mars, with that same cold stare he had on that picture I saw not too long ago. The bartender gives me an annoyed expression; I just destroyed property and made a mess on the floor.

"Are you goin to pay for that, lady," he inquires angrily. I toss him a Woolong bill and head out. It's been 4 months since I've seen Spike. The night I was shot, the night we were supposed to bring him home. I fall to my knees in the middle of the sidewalk, trying my best to comprehend my situation. The real reason why Jet didn't want anything associated to the media on the ship wasn't because he wanted to protect Ed's state of mind, I mean she already went into a state of insanity a long time ago. It was to hide the fact that Spike was still alive. Stupid ass.

I head back to the ship, only to find Jet cooking some tereyaki fried chicken with mongo beans...no, I do not know what that is. He's whistling some simple tune...how dare he? "Hey Faye! What's wrong? Some guys give you trouble at the bar? Faye? By the way we have a new bounty, 70 billion Woolongs-"

I stop dead in my tracks.

"Jet, do you know what time it is," I cut him off in a cold voice. Silence dominates the ship, even Ed knows that something's wrong. I hear Jet sigh, and then he continues stir frying.

"Jet, do you know what time it is," I yelled. "Faye, why are you freaking out about the time?" Silence again dominates, and then I speak.

"I saw Spike on the news today, Jet. He's alive and well, despite what you've told me. Now, I'm starting to wonder...do you have all the facts straight? You told me that girl killed Spike, and that you just took me and ran. She's dead, Jet, and Spike almost did time for her murder. What happened, Jet? What are you trying to hide?"

"Faye, I didn't know how to break it to you. I-" I turn and face him, letting him see the pain and turmoil within me through my eyes.

"Did he really kill her, Jet? Did he? Why didn't you just helped him get out of the building anyway, make it seem like she committed suicide. Why didn't you, Jet?" He walks past me and into the living room and sits on one of the couches. I follow him. He had this hard look on his face, like he was carrying on some big secret. I sit on my usual spot and look straight at him, bracing myself emotionally and physically for the truth to be told.

"Spike's alive, yes I know that. I've known that for 4 months. I've carried that guilt with me for four months. Faye, he didn't kill her...Spike didn't kill her...I did...

'I slipped

I slip on a waxy liquid, probably from the fallen candle. I miss my aim, and I shoot. Dear God, I've shot at Spike. The bullet goes through the last candle standing, it's exterior shining like a shooting star. Spike sees it, so does Mao's kid. I close my eyes, hoping that what I've just done did not just happened. I hear the screaming of a woman, not Faye and certainly not Spike. I open them, and with the limited lighting, I can see a shape of a figure falling into Spike's arms. Faye's fallen on the floor already, and I knew; Mao's kid took a bullet for Spike, her last one that is. She's whispering something to him, and Faye is still knocked out. For some freaky reason, the candle on top of Spike's desk catches fire. Damnit, cops are down on the bottom floor. I try pulling Spike away from Mao's kid, but he won't budge. Damn, I don't have time for this. I pick up Faye, who's bleeding badly, and jump out the window. Yeah, it's a long drop, but I have Ed and Ein in a hover jet on the 90th floor. The floor is engulfed with flames, and I say a simple prayer to Spike. Prayers never work; people never listen. I land and look up at the rooftop to find Galaxy Police officers arresting someone.'

Spike took the wrap for me on that one, Faye. You were badly injured. He wouln't move. I...wait. Faye, where you going? Faye?"

I head up towards my room, and pack my things. I take along the 100 million Woolongs I had been saving for a rainy day; this seems to me like a storm. I can hear Jet apologizing a hundred times, I hate him, for not telling me the truth. For convincing me that Spike was dead, for not telling me sooner, so that way we would've been able to bust him out of Mars. Spike could've been with us. He could've been with us.

"I'm heading back to Mars, Jet. I don't know if Spike would still be there, or if he knows that I'm still alive for that matter. So, this leaves only one question for you Jet. Are you going to help me, or stand aside and watch me go?"

There's no answer.

Actually, silence speaks for itself. Jet doesn't want to help me, or Spike. The past year, the past few months...I don't blame him. I head out the door, but then Jet grabs my arm.

"Why Faye? Why can't you just give up? Just let him be? Why don't you just wait? Or just give up," he whispers. Tears fall from my eyes

I look at him, and with flames in my eyes and soul, I tell him something that I've tried to keep secret between Spike and I.

"Because I love him."

[Meanwhile in Neptune]

I've tried running, ever since I gave the Syndicate up. But, it seems as if other gang leaders want to get their hands on me. Either to kill me, congratulate me, or mock me for destroying Mao's legacy. Right now, I'm in Neptune, spending the last of my Woolongs. Should I call Jet, and ask him to pick me up? I don't think Jet would want to see me, since I'm the cause of Faye's death. But then again, I did take the fall for him. I head over to the pay phone, but in the corner of my eye, I see a familiar yellow outfit. Purple hair...dear God I must be dreaming. Her laugh...I can hear her voice. She turns to look at me, but I cannot see her eyes. She's heading straight for me, it must be a ghost. It can't be.

"Faye?" I whisper. She goes closer to my ear, and whispers something that shatters whatever hope I had of Faye being alive.

"I can be whoever you want me to be, for 600 Woolongs." It's just a hooker, that's all. Who, in the strangest of ways, resembles Faye so well. But her eyes, they aren't the eyes of Faye. They're brown, not green. I look at her and hand her the 600 Woolongs I had left.

"C'mon Faye, let's head over to that motel over there."

In the long run, that became the worst stunt I had ever pulled.

...See You Space Cowboy

A.N- Hello! YES! MY READERS ARENT DEAD YET! sorree guys, i...thought u'd all move on and forget my story...sniff im so glad you guys are still around! ANYWAIS! To clear some confusion: to the best of Spike's knowledge, Faye is dead. I mean, u get shot in the head, blood's all over the floor...yeah, it kind of convinces some people that you're dead. But, all that the bullet did was damage Faye's skull and knocked her out for about a couple of days. For 4 months, Faye thought Spike was dead; he never came home with them, so that convinced her of that. She didn't know about Spike's trial, or that he was alive for that matter, because Jet cut off all ties to the media to ease his guilt. She only found out about Spike through the t.v in the bar. And so, that's how things are going from session 8 to present. LOL...no Kendra Luehr, you are not crazy. My bad, gotta clear it up. MYSTICBEAUTY...thnx for viewing it before i posted it up. THNX TO ALL THOSE WHO REVIEWED! please review this one. Gotta go, take cares ppl. l8rs