Author Notes: No I do not own Cowboy Bebop, or any of these characters.
Faye slammed the door shut and put her forehead to the door. Her mind was racing, thoughts, visions and old memories rushed through her mind. Tears of frustration began to build up around her eyes and threatened to spill over. Shutting them tightly she began to cry softly, slowly turning around she sat down and leaned against the door.
'Why did Jet allowed Spike onto the ship so easily?' Faye's mind screamed. 'If this were my ship I would've kicked his ass out onto the streets...' Faye sat there for a moment and thought about what she had just said. Someone else in her mind replied, 'Would you really have kicked him out?' Faye shook her head as she began to wipe away from tears that were lingering on her chin.
"No...no, I wouldn't have..." Faye replied slowly.
Spike and Jet sat in the lounge area across from one another in silence. Jet was currently trying to think of what questions he should ask Spike, millions formed in his mind. 'Why did you just leave us like that? Why didn't you call us? Why did you want to throw your life away so quickly? And for most, why did you have to hurt Faye in the process?' Jet shrugged and finally broke the silence.
"So...why did you just leave us – "Jet began to say but was cut off before he could finish.
"You and I know why. I had unfinished business, and I had to figure out if I was truly alive or if this whole damn time I was living in a bad dream..." Spike finished off as he took out a cigarette, preparing himself for the load of questions that he was about to be hit with.
"Well did you figure out if you were alive, or was all just a bad dream from the beginning?" Jet asked cautiously.
Spike smiled as he took a drag of his cigarette, "It was all a dream," his mind flashed to Vicious and then to Julia lying in his arms, "but not necessarily a bad one," his mind flashed from Ed and Ein, to Jet and then finally Faye, the Faye he remembered. The smart-ass bitch that always poked fun at him, and the one he'd always get riled up for his entertainment.
Jet watched as Spike seemed to be spacing out, so he cough a bit and asked one more important question, "Do you plan on staying this time?"
Spike pulled the cigarette away from his lips, and thought about the question. 'Am I really going to stay this time? Or will something come up again? Julia is dead now...she was really the only reason I had to live for...' Spike's eyes drifted to his side and stared at Faye's door; he remembered the small whimpers he had heard.
"Yeah I think I am going to stay this time." Spike said and kept his eyes locked on Faye's door and put out his cigarette. Jet looked quite surprised; surprised that he had said he was going to stay and that when he had answered he kept looking at Faye's room.
Faye had been listening to the conversation the whole time, her ear plastered against the door. She felt a wave of maybe happiness flush over her body, or maybe it was relief that he was going to stay here but it ended quickly when she began to think about what had happened last time. Spike left, hoping that he'd never have to return, that he'd be with Julia far away from this dump.
Faye's spirits had risen quickly and they had dropped just as fast. She slowly got up and walked over to her dresser and pulled out her pajamas, taking off her yellow suit she put on a big white t-shirt and some small gray shorts. As she began to get into bed, a soft knock was heard at her door. She got up thinking that it was Jet who was going to ask her if she was all right.
Opening the door she found a nice surprise leaning on her doorframe.
"Hello Faye," Spike said as he stood up straight.
Faye slammed the door shut and put her forehead to the door. Her mind was racing, thoughts, visions and old memories rushed through her mind. Tears of frustration began to build up around her eyes and threatened to spill over. Shutting them tightly she began to cry softly, slowly turning around she sat down and leaned against the door.
'Why did Jet allowed Spike onto the ship so easily?' Faye's mind screamed. 'If this were my ship I would've kicked his ass out onto the streets...' Faye sat there for a moment and thought about what she had just said. Someone else in her mind replied, 'Would you really have kicked him out?' Faye shook her head as she began to wipe away from tears that were lingering on her chin.
"No...no, I wouldn't have..." Faye replied slowly.
Spike and Jet sat in the lounge area across from one another in silence. Jet was currently trying to think of what questions he should ask Spike, millions formed in his mind. 'Why did you just leave us like that? Why didn't you call us? Why did you want to throw your life away so quickly? And for most, why did you have to hurt Faye in the process?' Jet shrugged and finally broke the silence.
"So...why did you just leave us – "Jet began to say but was cut off before he could finish.
"You and I know why. I had unfinished business, and I had to figure out if I was truly alive or if this whole damn time I was living in a bad dream..." Spike finished off as he took out a cigarette, preparing himself for the load of questions that he was about to be hit with.
"Well did you figure out if you were alive, or was all just a bad dream from the beginning?" Jet asked cautiously.
Spike smiled as he took a drag of his cigarette, "It was all a dream," his mind flashed to Vicious and then to Julia lying in his arms, "but not necessarily a bad one," his mind flashed from Ed and Ein, to Jet and then finally Faye, the Faye he remembered. The smart-ass bitch that always poked fun at him, and the one he'd always get riled up for his entertainment.
Jet watched as Spike seemed to be spacing out, so he cough a bit and asked one more important question, "Do you plan on staying this time?"
Spike pulled the cigarette away from his lips, and thought about the question. 'Am I really going to stay this time? Or will something come up again? Julia is dead now...she was really the only reason I had to live for...' Spike's eyes drifted to his side and stared at Faye's door; he remembered the small whimpers he had heard.
"Yeah I think I am going to stay this time." Spike said and kept his eyes locked on Faye's door and put out his cigarette. Jet looked quite surprised; surprised that he had said he was going to stay and that when he had answered he kept looking at Faye's room.
Faye had been listening to the conversation the whole time, her ear plastered against the door. She felt a wave of maybe happiness flush over her body, or maybe it was relief that he was going to stay here but it ended quickly when she began to think about what had happened last time. Spike left, hoping that he'd never have to return, that he'd be with Julia far away from this dump.
Faye's spirits had risen quickly and they had dropped just as fast. She slowly got up and walked over to her dresser and pulled out her pajamas, taking off her yellow suit she put on a big white t-shirt and some small gray shorts. As she began to get into bed, a soft knock was heard at her door. She got up thinking that it was Jet who was going to ask her if she was all right.
Opening the door she found a nice surprise leaning on her doorframe.
"Hello Faye," Spike said as he stood up straight.