Disclaimer: I do NOT own Cowboy Bebop... sadly. And Portishead's song 'wandering star' is not mine too. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to hang myself from that Xmas tree I've in my yard…
Notes: sorry for the long wait, school's been hell! and THANKS to everyone who had reviewed the first chap! I'm sotty for the grammar mess, too, but as you now,I'm not English... so deal with me
CompleteSpike was feeling a little uncomfortable in his black tux so he decided to undress. Wearther more often, and he has became more attached to her, finally starting to see her more as a partner than a dead load on his shoulders. Of course they still have their arguments, that would never change, but now there were more mischievous remark and lots of sexual allusions that weren't allowed before. And they still liked to pest their older comrade during lunchtime or dinner.
Jet kept on saying that if as people tell, love is madness, they was surely twin souls. He could go on hours giving them lots of proofs proving his theory was right; telling them about their childish fights, their complicity in food protest, their similarity in living styles, their fake careless attitude towards the others, and lots more. But neither Spike nor Faye have ever given so much weight to his words. However, now, the bounty hunter was starting to believe his male partner; and he wasn't so happy about it. Being attracted to the emerald-eyed vixen meant that she had some kind of control over him, and he didn't like being controlled; his actions had always been dictated by the ghosts of his past before, but now that both Julia and Vicious were dead, he was finally free and there was no way in hell that somebody like Faye Valentine could ruin this state.
'Getting involved with Faye in any kind of relationship is the worse thing I can do… that woman is nothing but trouble…" he thought to himself
'You can always try… give her just one night and if it's only physical attraction it will be gone in the morning…' another voice replied from his mind
'And if it isn't?' Spike asked absently
'Well, in that case good luck, cowboy… you're falling in love with the shrew' his subconscious answered
'Ha-ha very funny…' the bounty hunter replied mockingly
'I'm not joking…'
'Yeah, sure… now stop talking, I have to watch TV' Spike concluded the conversation
Meanwhile Faye was still in the bathtub, her mind lost in thought as her body was practically boiling in the hot water. Her thoughts were wandering to her green haired partner. Since the first time she saw him she has always had some kind of mysterious attraction towards him. Before the Bebop she had always been the cold-hearted bitch who nobody could reach, she had never had the time for meaningless things like love or friendship, always busy escaping from the collectors or gambling to survive in the filthy jungle where she had found herself into at her wakening.
But after meeting Spike, her life has changed. Even if he seemed skinny and his fuzzy green hair was a little ridiculous, she knew better, she has seen the well-built body under the blue suit, and she could lose herself in his mismatched dark eyes. But it wasn't only his handsome figure that attracted her, his and hers life had been hell for something tied to the past, both had lost everything, and both had never really been living… what they hadbeen doing was surviving. Both had been betrayed by the people they trusted the most; both had lost all the faith in love they had, and now they were afraid to trust, they were afraid to love, afraid to live…
(04/28/05 A/N: there should be Portishead's 'Wandering Stars' lyric, but since authors are not allowed to put lyrics that are not theirs in their fictions I had to take it off… I'm too scared of losing my account)
Faye's melancholic soft voice echoed in the bathroom singing an old song that probably nobody had ever heard before, at least not in 2072.
'Wandering stars… that's what we're… two jaded souls with nothing better to do than wander looking for something that we don't even know"
A low chuckle escaped her throat
'Faye Valentine wasting her precious time over a stupid thing like this. Who would have thought? I'd better concentrate on the bounty. If we fail again, I'll have to eat the mutt… and I'm not sure it's edible'
#so Ed, has Fletcher arrived yet?#
#nope, nope… the bad-bad guy hasn't arrived yet! Will Spike-person and Faye-Faye bring Ed a souvenir?#
#it all depends Ed…#
#no bounty head, no souvenir…#
#oooh, Edward understands! But Ed knows that the Faye-Faye is the best bounty huntress ever! Even the more trained, smarter, eviler bounty head couldn't escape her! Right Faye-Faye!#
#uh? sure Ed... but we still need your help, so call us if you have news, ok?#
#aye-aye commander Faye-Faye!# Faye hung up and looked at Spike who was staring at her with an arched eyebrow and an accusatory look.
"What!" she yelled, unable to understand what he was thinking
"The best bounty huntress ever, eh? I wonder where Ed got that from..." he said smirking
"Well, Spike, it's not my fault if I'm better than you..." she replied flopping next to him on the couch
"Don't flatter yourself, Faye-Faye..." he mocked
Instead of replying with one of her sharp comments, the purple haired beauty reached the remote onto the coffee table and started flipping through the channels on the holographic TV. Spike looked at her; since when she came out of the bathroom she had been quieter than usual. Sometimes Faye was like a mystery to him, she would be the hot tempered bitch for the most of the time, but there were those times where she would be silent like a shy reserved young woman. And that behavior scared him because it woke something inside him, something that urged him to know her better, to understand the reason of her changing, something that made him want to talk with her, ask her about her newly recovered memories. Something that told him that under her terrible attitude there was a lonely soul just like his, a lost soul that craved for someone to love, that longed to be loved.
"What's up with you today?" his partner's voice woke him up from his thoughts. Dark green irises fixed inquisitively on mismatched brown ones. Spike didn't know what to do, he had been unconsciously staring at her for almost five minutes, and he surely couldn't tell Faye that he had been thinking about her, there was no way in hell he would give her that satisfaction.
"Absolutely nothing…"
"Yeah sure…" she said skeptically before returning to the TV screen. Silence filled the room once more time, none of them were actually interested in what the curvaceous blonde was saying on channel 221 about the newest gymnastic tool (A/N: session 23 'brain scratch': there's a commercial like that on the same channel), they were fully absorbed on their thinking.
"I was wondering… do you think the dog's safe to eat?" Faye's question interrupted the quiet moment.
"What kind of question is this?" Spike asked turning to see her staring at the ceiling
"I was just thinking of what we would have to eat if we don't catch the bounty…"
"I'm starting to think that your only concern is food…" the cowboy said smirking at the green eyed vixen sitting next to him
"Nah, there're other essential things in my life. Things like money, cigs, cards… oh! And I cannot live without my ponies…" the bounty huntress replied smiling to the ceiling where her eyes were still fixed
"and where's gone the Romani girl in eternal search of love? I thought love was the most important thing for her…"
"She understood that universe is too vast and life is too short to waste it looking for her probably non-existent twin soul… so she gave up"
After Faye's last statement there was a pause but it was her voice that broke it again.
"And what happened to the man who didn't know if he was alive or just living in a dream? You've never told me…" she asked.
"He's trapped into something like a limbo between reality and dreamland… always on the edge between the perpetual suffering and the eternal happiness. He's still trying to understand what's better: the misery of reality or the bliss of the illusion…" he said looking into the crystal of her deep emerald eyes.
"But how could he say that bliss is only possible in dreamland? For all I know it's quite the contrary…" Faye told him with a malicious smile playing on her bloody red lips; her eyes sparkling with an almost predator look.
"The contrary you say? Can you prove it, Faye?" Spike replied with the same mischievous smirk on his thin lips as he observed her turning completely towards him and arching an eyebrow before challenging
"Wanna bet, cowboy?"
"I don't play with a cheater like you, Faye"
Not considering his last words Faye sat up gracefully from the sofa and settled herself in front of him. Spike was staring at her in fascination, her milky pale long legs were hidden by a pair of loose-fitting black pants and the white tank she was wearing make it clear that she didn't have a bra under it. 'She's so damn tempting…'
'So give in to the temptation… give her a chance'
Meanwhile Faye was looking at her counterpart in the same way. She was admiring his well toned body, his strong arms and the fighting-fit abs that she could half-see under the silky material of his tank; but what attracted her the most was the little scars that years of service in a deadly Syndicate and the bounty hunting had left on his tan skin. She wanted to see every mark, every scar that were on his handsome figure, she wanted to temporally heal them, to make him forget about everything else; she wanted to be his only concern, his only peace, his only love… even if it would have been just for one night.
'To make him feel complete… he'll be complete with me'
"This is not a game, Spike"
A/N:…
Spike: we're sorry people but our lovely authoress is hiding somewhere at the moment…
Faye: yeah, she's probably in Lapland wearing a reindeer costume and helping Santa Claus, hoping you won't find her… she knows that a cliff-hanger could cost an author his/her own pointless life
Spike: but don't worry we'll hunt her down and tied her up to the pc till she'll have written a lemon for this damn story!
Jet: but you're there for the bounty not for having wild sex! I swear, if you two fail again-
Faye & Spike: SHUT UP JET! GO BACK TO THE BONSAIS' ROOM!
Jet: but-
Faye: we'll make you write the lemon if you don't shut up, Jet…
Jet: FUCK YOU:runs to his sanctuary:
Faye & Spike: we're hoping to… :sigh:
Me: don't worry the lemon is already written it just need a rereading… it will be up tomorrow! And I'm NOT hiding from you...
Santa: STOP TALKING STUPID FOUR-FOOTED HAIRY CREATURE! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO RUN NOT TO CHAT!
Me: he he…see ya, and remember to REVIEW!