Life Will Be What It Was
By Ryoko Kashino & Kitana blade studios
Hey all! I had this one done a while back too, I just wasn't to sure about posting it seeing as I am not getting many reviews. Does anyone have a good site that maybe wants to post this? Hehehe, I really should make my own Cowboy bebop site, I know a shit load about it! Okay all, please read and review! I hope this story is going good! I love it as does my sister. Okay Ja ne!
Chp 15 A Detective's intuition always wins
Duhan threw the greasy wrench at Miles' head and then threw the burned out part towards Spike, "Boy, get a hold of Pauly, his shop should have and extra one of those. Tell him we need it A.S.A.P. Tell him it's time for the favor he owes me."
Spike nodded and walked into the office, he began to wipe his hands clean then dialed Pauly Sr.
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Ed had searched for days for possible sightings. She hacked various space airlines, she'd gotten nothing. She sat there staring at her screen. Her left eye twitched with anger and she was about to go ape on her pc when Jet and Faye walked into the living room.
"Damn it Faye, I think I know where he is!" Jet shouted
"He's gone into hiding. If he doesn't want to be found he won't be found! I'm telling you we should just give up!" She shouted back.
Ed's head snapped around to look at Faye. Faye was part of the problem. Ever since the hospital something crawled up her ass. She'd been bitchier than ever and Ed wanted to do something but what she didn't quite know yet. As Faye came around the couch Ed growled at her direction Faye gave her the just try it look. Ed's head snapped back to her screen as she ripped off her goggles then got to her feet and left the room. Jet stood there with his arms crossed, he shook his head as he decided to take a stab at his hunch. He walked up the staircase to the ships helm; he sat down, lit a cigarillo and puffed away. He didn't know if he could reach Duhan's place from this far out in space. They were a day and a half away from earth. He shrugged his shoulders and tried anyway.
Jet dialed the numbers and received a message on his screen:
You are too far from the location you are trying to reach. You must be with in the designated satellites. Please try your call again, when you have reached the gate 0036457, thank you.
Jet hated to treck all the way to earth but his gut instincts so had never done him wrong. Then he looked at his cybernetic arm. They'd been wrong then, but how did he know his partner had been pulling the wool over his eyes. That was the one time his gut instinct failed him. He shook his head and then typed in the course for earth.
Faye sat on the couch smoking her fifth cigarette of the hour. She saw the medical file on the table. She reached for it and read the report, the meticulous notes taken by the nurse named Chloe, Damn him, she thought.
Her mind filled with images of Spike laying there on the fringes of death, the one placed he'd hoped to go, and cruelly he was brought back. Part of her felt so bad knowing we wanted to die, and yet her heart wanted more than anything to see that smart ass smirk again. She didn't want to admit it to anyone let alone herself that she cared about that jackass.
As much as she hated him, she cared for him too. More than friends, some what like the hatred you felt for an enemy, only it was wasn't hatred. He was in love with another woman, so what she could deal with that but he couldn't stop loving the ghost of her. It was the one of two things that kept her from him. Spike's view of her wasn't great either. She knew he despised her. He looked at her with disapproving eyes from the get go. Rarely had he looked at her any other way. Faye's mind began to play all their fights. Their fights had been an immaturish way to handle the sexual tension between them. Though mostly started by her, but he fought back, he had to feel more than just disgust and pity for her. He's saved her ass at least a dozen times, but she wouldn't admit it to him or anyone else. Maybe he had considered her a friend, but the kind you keep at arms length cause you knew somewhere down the line they were gonna fuck you over. She rolled her eyes as her mind tried to pick apart the relationship they really held. It was simple, she was in love with him but she wasn't gonna fall first. And him, him no matter what label she gave, it didn't seem to fit.
Now puffing on a new cigarette she slouched further down on the couch and her mind began to replay the dream she'd had a few weeks ago at the shitty motel. She stood then walked up the stairs to find Jet, staring out into the sea of stars. She stood next to him and looked at their destination. She sighed heavily and said, "I guess your gut instinct won?"
Jet looked at her then back to the ships controls. That was his way of saying, 'Yes, it's my god damn ship too, it's my way or the highway.'
Faye walked over to the window and touched the cool glass, she looked at the vast surroundings, she had no real tangible past and there she was in the present stuck in thoughts of the past few months that she couldn't rationalize, maybe this was it. This is the best of what life or fate held for her. She plucked out another cigarette lit up then stared out at the black blanket of space.
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Spike stirred heavily in his sleep no matter what every position he tried was never comfy. Finally, he bunched up the covers next to him. He rolled to his stomach and rested one arm under his pillow and the other around it and threw his head down. Seemingly, comfortable he drifted into sleep.
Spike sat up, the light in the room was nil. A movement at the end of the bed made him squint his eyes. There was someone standing there. The darkness of the room gave them good cover. The shadow moved forward on the bed, Spike scooted back and his hand ducked under the pillow hoping to find a gun, but nothing awaited his grasp. He didn't know why but he was afraid for the first time in along time. His heart beat pounded loudly in his ears, until a hand touched his leg.
Then he relaxed for a moment. The hand he could tell was that of a woman. The gentleness given to him was a relief. The woman continued forward until she seemed to have the upper hand. Spike watched in disbelief as she straddled his hips and slowly placed her hands on his chest. Whoever she was Spike realized she was naked. He was about to open his mouth to speak, but the woman trapped his mouth in a deep passionate kiss. A fire burned within him and his body began to react faster than a match could be lit. A small stifled laugh came from the woman. For a moment, Spike thought he recognized the voice, but his mind told him to ignore it.
Her hands pushed him down with little force; he relaxed as she came forward and kissed him again. Spike put up no fight and brought his arms up to hold her body to him. His right arm reached up into her hair pulling her into a deeper kiss. A small moan passed from her to him; this sent flashes of electricity through him. Spike gripped her to him as he rolled to be on top and in control.
A smile played on her lips; Spike could feel it as he kissed her again. His kisses began to trail away from her mouth to her neck. Spike ran his hands up and down her body. Her skin sprang goose bumps at his touch. The mystery woman's hands began to play at his pant bottoms, for once Spike was glad he slept topless. He grinned as her hands reached down and brushed him. He grunted lightly as she began to touch him. Spike didn't want to waist anymore time, he reached down between her legs placing himself at her entrance, and he leaned down and kissed her as he thrusted into her.
Her breath caught at the suddenness of his action but she relaxed as he began to slowly rock into her, she called his name in a low moan. Spike froze mid thrust as he heard the voice, his eyes grew wide with surprise and he reached for the lamp beside the bed.
Green eyes stared at him, perfect pink flesh, red slicked lips, and raven dark hair; it was Faye. His heart beat sped up as he pulled himself free of her and fell to the floor in shock. He shuffled backwards and gulped a deep breath. Faye looked at him innocently as he was in terror or fear or bewilderment of the moment. She stood up and walked towards him. She had a look of hurt on her face, "It's okay I guess you still weren't ready."
Gently she touched his cheek and kissed his forehead. Spike sat on the floor confused and upset.
Spike woke, sweat covered and shaken. He looked around the room. He ran his hand through his wild mane of green hair. He then began to slam his hands palms first at his head. He scratched at his eyes as he gritted his teeth and groaned in anger before he sighing heavily. He let his upper body fall back to the bed. His head rested on the bunchy pillow. He stared at the ceiling and prayed for a dreamless sleep.