There was little fanfare for his homecoming to the Bebop, even though he'd
been gone for almost two months. There was, however, bell peppers with
beef, with real beef this time. Jet had actually brought in a bounty while
he was gone. Faye fussed over him a little. It wasn't like her, but he let
her do it anyway. Whatever made her happy and kept her off his back.
Now he was lying on his bed, trying to sleep but failing miserably. He hadn't really wanted to come back here, but there wasn't anywhere else for him to go now that she was gone. It was here or the Syndicate, and, for reasons that maybe he didn't even understand, he wouldn't go back there.
Spike hadn't thought about her, hadn't even uttered her name since that night. It wasn't supposed to end like this. Vicious was dead. They were supposed to be together. If she was dead, then he should be dead. For all the Syndicate knew, he was. That was a start? But the start of what? He didn't even really understand now why he had done it.
It just wasn't supposed to be like this. Something was wrong about it all. All he ever wanted was to live and to be with Julia, just because she made him happy. He didn't know how it had gotten turned into this ridiculous melodrama. But it had, and at the very least he deserved some kind of ending. But what could he do? Just lay down and die? That wasn't him. A nagging voice in his head kept throwing his words at him, telling him that there was nothing he could do for a dead woman.
And then there was Faye. He didn't know why she even figured into his thoughts at the moment, and it bothered him.
Spike stood up. He needed to clear his head. Maybe a walk around the ship would help. He walked over and opened his door. Faye was sitting next to his doorway, asleep. He shook his head. Did she do this every night? There was a time when he would have been mad at her, but he just scooped her up in his arms.
Faye was just a child, in the middle of a bunch of things that she really couldn't hope to understand. Spike thought about how her life should have been. If she was frozen, her family had to have been rich. She could have been Daddy's little girl, married some impossibly wealthy man, and never had to worry about a thing. Instead she was a rather unsuccessful bounty hunter and gambling addict.
He was starting to understand the way Faye saw things. Spike and Jet were all she had left, and she'd be damned if she was going to lose them. He couldn't blame her. Home was supposed to be her way out, but it wasn't. Vicious was supposed to be his way out, but he wasn't. It was like Judgment Day had come, but they were still trapped in Purgatory.
Spike laid her down in her bed and pulled her blanket up over her. She didn't stir, just turned on her side and curled up slightly. He walked out of her room and shut the door behind him.
Now he was lying on his bed, trying to sleep but failing miserably. He hadn't really wanted to come back here, but there wasn't anywhere else for him to go now that she was gone. It was here or the Syndicate, and, for reasons that maybe he didn't even understand, he wouldn't go back there.
Spike hadn't thought about her, hadn't even uttered her name since that night. It wasn't supposed to end like this. Vicious was dead. They were supposed to be together. If she was dead, then he should be dead. For all the Syndicate knew, he was. That was a start? But the start of what? He didn't even really understand now why he had done it.
It just wasn't supposed to be like this. Something was wrong about it all. All he ever wanted was to live and to be with Julia, just because she made him happy. He didn't know how it had gotten turned into this ridiculous melodrama. But it had, and at the very least he deserved some kind of ending. But what could he do? Just lay down and die? That wasn't him. A nagging voice in his head kept throwing his words at him, telling him that there was nothing he could do for a dead woman.
And then there was Faye. He didn't know why she even figured into his thoughts at the moment, and it bothered him.
Spike stood up. He needed to clear his head. Maybe a walk around the ship would help. He walked over and opened his door. Faye was sitting next to his doorway, asleep. He shook his head. Did she do this every night? There was a time when he would have been mad at her, but he just scooped her up in his arms.
Faye was just a child, in the middle of a bunch of things that she really couldn't hope to understand. Spike thought about how her life should have been. If she was frozen, her family had to have been rich. She could have been Daddy's little girl, married some impossibly wealthy man, and never had to worry about a thing. Instead she was a rather unsuccessful bounty hunter and gambling addict.
He was starting to understand the way Faye saw things. Spike and Jet were all she had left, and she'd be damned if she was going to lose them. He couldn't blame her. Home was supposed to be her way out, but it wasn't. Vicious was supposed to be his way out, but he wasn't. It was like Judgment Day had come, but they were still trapped in Purgatory.
Spike laid her down in her bed and pulled her blanket up over her. She didn't stir, just turned on her side and curled up slightly. He walked out of her room and shut the door behind him.