Omigawd its been FOREVER! Lol, sorry, I know. I've had problems with the computer, electricity, family, writer's block, and laziness. So please forgive me? I'm hoping that I can get out at least one chapter a week so I can be done with it! Lol. Well, enjoy reading. And thanks to the reviewers…
Disclaimer: Guess what? I don't own Bebop. Surprised ya, didn't I? Oh yeah, I don't own Nickel back's "Someday" either. . .
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How the hell'd we wind up like this
why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
and try to turn the tables
I wish you'd unclench your fists
And unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
But don't think it's too late
--
Jet's gaze was directed at the man standing in front of him. His eyes were blazing with anger, also directed at the man before him. "You think you can get away with this?" Jet spoke, reverting to the old cop 'you can't get away with this' stalling trick. It obviously worked for Robert took a step closer to him, one hand clenching into a fist.
"Oh yeah, old man? And what makes you think that?" he then asked, smirking at the older man.
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Nothing's wrong
Just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I''m gonna make it alright
But not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
Someday somehow
I'm gonna make it alright
But not right now
I know you're wondering when
--
Spike witnessed the gun being pointed at Faye's head. Slowly and cautiously, he began to make his way silently toward the man. He hoped that he wouldn't be seen by either Faye or this… Brian guy. It was then that he heard approaching footsteps behind him. With a curse, he realized that he had to do something about Brian before the other two got there. He reached out and in one quick motion, twisted the glock from Brian's hand and sent a blow across his face.
Spike then stepped back, waiting for Brian to get up. It didn't take him long, and the shorter man was soon trying to stand. However, he froze as he was almost standing. Spike had pressed the gun to his forehead. There was a wild look in his eye, perhaps it was bloodthirsty? Faye stared wide-eyed at the man before her, wondering what he was doing there. How he had seen her? But somehow she was glad to have him here, and happy that he was okay.
--
Well I'd hope that since we're here anyway
we could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up staying
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror
--
It was then that the pounding of footsteps on pavement reached their ears. Spike gritted his teeth when he heard to guns being cocked.Why did he take so long to do away with Brian? "Drop the gun," came steady, unforgiving words. He was definitely a syndicate man.
However, much to the contrary, Spike tightened his grip on Faye's glock, envisioning pulling the trigger. Although it would probably get him shot, Spike wasn't much worried about that at the time. However, a sliver of white-silver reflection flew past him. Before he knew what the first one even was, another also speeding past his eyes.
They were knives. One had hit the man who had spoken in the throat while the other blade gazed the other's cheek. The first man fell, dark blood pooling out around him. When had Faye learned how to do that? But there wasn't time to think, only to act. Stepping away from the crouching man before him, he brought the gun up and leveled it between the other man's eyes.
Two bullets flew from the gun, making sure that they hit its target. Faye had wasted no time in stepping up to the other man, wrapping an arm around his neck and squeezing. His arms flailed, trying to beat the woman away. It wasn't working. Faye was numb to the pain.
"You still don't remember be?" she asked, her voice a mere whisper in Brian's ear. Brian managed to choke out a negative.
Faye tightened her grip. "This might hurt a bit, sweetheart," she said as she watched images flash before her. Images of Code and Brian standing over her, eyes mocking, voices low and sarcastic…hurting her in the worst way possible.
--
Nothing's wrong
Just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I''m gonna make it alright
But not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
Someday somehow
I'm gonna make it alright
But not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
--
Brian's eyes widened in recognition, finally. This was that woman! That woman from the hospital! He'd said that to her… Dammit! He knew that Code had gotten him into this! He tried to choke out words, to beg forgiveness, to say that he was sorry. However, it was too late as Faye lifted her remaining knife, embedding it into his brain once she was sure he knew.
Spike stared at her wide-eyed. He'd never seen her so angry so . . . Strange. Something had happened, but he wasn't sure what. "Faye," his voice was nearly inaudible, but Faye's head snapped up and shock registered in her eyes once more. Had she forgotten that he was there? Or had she not known it was him until just now? Spike had no answer to that question.
Faye stood, letting the man's body fall to the ground before her. "Spike," she replied, confirming that she was who he thought she was. The fuzzy-haired man stared as if in shock. He thought, or maybe even knew, that it was Faye when he saw her. But his feeling were just now catching up to him. Faye! His Faye! She's alive!
--
How the hell'd we wind up like this
why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror
--
Spike allowed a genuine smile to cross his features as he tried to resist the urge to trap Faye in a bear hug right then and there. However, his smile faded when he saw that Faye was not smiling. In fact, she looked as though she was going to cry. In a flash of purple locks, the woman had turned around as if sensing her own expression and not wanting Spike to see it. Hell, she didn't want anyone to see it.
"Are you okay?" he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. Faye's earlier outburst and courage from the adrenaline had faded and she now felt weak, as she had for the past few days. She hated that feeling, but it was there none-the-less. "No," she choked the word out between clenched teeth, trying to get her expression stoic. Her last wish was to allow Spike to see her in this condition.
"What's wrong?" he took a step closer and Faye unconsciously took a step away from him. Why were men so damn slow at realizing things? She didn't want to be around him! Not yet anyway. . . She should have told Spike that before she felt his fingers slide around her arm, preventing her from running.
--
Nothing's wrong
Just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I''m gonna make it alright
But not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
--
And then more flashbacks. Code had held her arms then too, trapping her from going anywhere. Was that what Spike intended? No! Faye couldn't allow herself to think that, but she couldn't stop herself when reflexes took over and she tried to pull away from him. Spike was now frowning and Faye forced herself to look at him.
"Hey, I'm kidding. I'm alright," she lied, faking a slight grin but the action never reached her eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't . . . let you know that . . ." Faye's voice faded off as she tried at a apology for never telling them that she was alive. Then again, why would they care? They always seemed to be trying to get rid of her before-Faye batted down the voice in the back of her head that was telling her this.
--
Someday somehow
I'm gonna make it alright
But not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
--
"Do I still have a place on the Bebop?" she then asked, changing the subject. Spike nodded, flashing a grin. He knew that Faye was lying. He knew that something was wrong, but he didn't push the matter any further. It wouldn't do anything accept injure her more, and Spike already had guilty conscious enough.
When she stepped toward him, into the light of the street-lamp, he noted the pink line that ran along her forehead, noting it as a scar. Had that been there that night that he took her to the hospital? Was there a cut? Spike didn't remember one, but he was trying his best not to remember it in the first place. "Well, now we have to find a way back to the old girl," Spike then told her as he set to work piling the bodies up in a darker corner.
--
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
I know you're wondering when
--
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Disclaimer: Guess what? I don't own Bebop. Surprised ya, didn't I? Oh yeah, I don't own Nickel back's "Someday" either. . .
- - = Lyrics
- - -
--
How the hell'd we wind up like this
why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
and try to turn the tables
I wish you'd unclench your fists
And unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
But don't think it's too late
--
Jet's gaze was directed at the man standing in front of him. His eyes were blazing with anger, also directed at the man before him. "You think you can get away with this?" Jet spoke, reverting to the old cop 'you can't get away with this' stalling trick. It obviously worked for Robert took a step closer to him, one hand clenching into a fist.
"Oh yeah, old man? And what makes you think that?" he then asked, smirking at the older man.
--
Nothing's wrong
Just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I''m gonna make it alright
But not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
Someday somehow
I'm gonna make it alright
But not right now
I know you're wondering when
--
Spike witnessed the gun being pointed at Faye's head. Slowly and cautiously, he began to make his way silently toward the man. He hoped that he wouldn't be seen by either Faye or this… Brian guy. It was then that he heard approaching footsteps behind him. With a curse, he realized that he had to do something about Brian before the other two got there. He reached out and in one quick motion, twisted the glock from Brian's hand and sent a blow across his face.
Spike then stepped back, waiting for Brian to get up. It didn't take him long, and the shorter man was soon trying to stand. However, he froze as he was almost standing. Spike had pressed the gun to his forehead. There was a wild look in his eye, perhaps it was bloodthirsty? Faye stared wide-eyed at the man before her, wondering what he was doing there. How he had seen her? But somehow she was glad to have him here, and happy that he was okay.
--
Well I'd hope that since we're here anyway
we could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up staying
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror
--
It was then that the pounding of footsteps on pavement reached their ears. Spike gritted his teeth when he heard to guns being cocked.Why did he take so long to do away with Brian? "Drop the gun," came steady, unforgiving words. He was definitely a syndicate man.
However, much to the contrary, Spike tightened his grip on Faye's glock, envisioning pulling the trigger. Although it would probably get him shot, Spike wasn't much worried about that at the time. However, a sliver of white-silver reflection flew past him. Before he knew what the first one even was, another also speeding past his eyes.
They were knives. One had hit the man who had spoken in the throat while the other blade gazed the other's cheek. The first man fell, dark blood pooling out around him. When had Faye learned how to do that? But there wasn't time to think, only to act. Stepping away from the crouching man before him, he brought the gun up and leveled it between the other man's eyes.
Two bullets flew from the gun, making sure that they hit its target. Faye had wasted no time in stepping up to the other man, wrapping an arm around his neck and squeezing. His arms flailed, trying to beat the woman away. It wasn't working. Faye was numb to the pain.
"You still don't remember be?" she asked, her voice a mere whisper in Brian's ear. Brian managed to choke out a negative.
Faye tightened her grip. "This might hurt a bit, sweetheart," she said as she watched images flash before her. Images of Code and Brian standing over her, eyes mocking, voices low and sarcastic…hurting her in the worst way possible.
--
Nothing's wrong
Just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I''m gonna make it alright
But not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
Someday somehow
I'm gonna make it alright
But not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
--
Brian's eyes widened in recognition, finally. This was that woman! That woman from the hospital! He'd said that to her… Dammit! He knew that Code had gotten him into this! He tried to choke out words, to beg forgiveness, to say that he was sorry. However, it was too late as Faye lifted her remaining knife, embedding it into his brain once she was sure he knew.
Spike stared at her wide-eyed. He'd never seen her so angry so . . . Strange. Something had happened, but he wasn't sure what. "Faye," his voice was nearly inaudible, but Faye's head snapped up and shock registered in her eyes once more. Had she forgotten that he was there? Or had she not known it was him until just now? Spike had no answer to that question.
Faye stood, letting the man's body fall to the ground before her. "Spike," she replied, confirming that she was who he thought she was. The fuzzy-haired man stared as if in shock. He thought, or maybe even knew, that it was Faye when he saw her. But his feeling were just now catching up to him. Faye! His Faye! She's alive!
--
How the hell'd we wind up like this
why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror
--
Spike allowed a genuine smile to cross his features as he tried to resist the urge to trap Faye in a bear hug right then and there. However, his smile faded when he saw that Faye was not smiling. In fact, she looked as though she was going to cry. In a flash of purple locks, the woman had turned around as if sensing her own expression and not wanting Spike to see it. Hell, she didn't want anyone to see it.
"Are you okay?" he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. Faye's earlier outburst and courage from the adrenaline had faded and she now felt weak, as she had for the past few days. She hated that feeling, but it was there none-the-less. "No," she choked the word out between clenched teeth, trying to get her expression stoic. Her last wish was to allow Spike to see her in this condition.
"What's wrong?" he took a step closer and Faye unconsciously took a step away from him. Why were men so damn slow at realizing things? She didn't want to be around him! Not yet anyway. . . She should have told Spike that before she felt his fingers slide around her arm, preventing her from running.
--
Nothing's wrong
Just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow
I''m gonna make it alright
But not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
--
And then more flashbacks. Code had held her arms then too, trapping her from going anywhere. Was that what Spike intended? No! Faye couldn't allow herself to think that, but she couldn't stop herself when reflexes took over and she tried to pull away from him. Spike was now frowning and Faye forced herself to look at him.
"Hey, I'm kidding. I'm alright," she lied, faking a slight grin but the action never reached her eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't . . . let you know that . . ." Faye's voice faded off as she tried at a apology for never telling them that she was alive. Then again, why would they care? They always seemed to be trying to get rid of her before-Faye batted down the voice in the back of her head that was telling her this.
--
Someday somehow
I'm gonna make it alright
But not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
--
"Do I still have a place on the Bebop?" she then asked, changing the subject. Spike nodded, flashing a grin. He knew that Faye was lying. He knew that something was wrong, but he didn't push the matter any further. It wouldn't do anything accept injure her more, and Spike already had guilty conscious enough.
When she stepped toward him, into the light of the street-lamp, he noted the pink line that ran along her forehead, noting it as a scar. Had that been there that night that he took her to the hospital? Was there a cut? Spike didn't remember one, but he was trying his best not to remember it in the first place. "Well, now we have to find a way back to the old girl," Spike then told her as he set to work piling the bodies up in a darker corner.
--
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
I know you're wondering when
--
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