Author's Notes: All right no I don't own CB nor will I ever. I had a bit of
writer's block but I still wrote the chapter. It's okay, but oh well enjoy!
The night had gone exceptionally well after they had a smoke or two...maybe 5. They both parted ways and went to their rooms. Spike went over to his bed and fell face first into his pillow.
'Tonight, wait no today had been weird, very weird. From his arrival, Faye's cries, Jet's questions, Faye's and his fight and then them two smoking together outside gazing at the stars.' He thought to himself, and chuckled a bit. It was going to be odd being back on the Bebop with them again. It hadn't been that long since he had disappeared but long enough to cause enough commotion. Yawning he got up to put on his pajamas, that were still placed in his little dresser.
When he picked them up he found a picture underneath them. Picking it up, it was a picture of Vicious, Julia and himself all standing together. He felt his heart stop for a few seconds he remembered that day all too well. It was the day before he'd ask Julia to leave with him, but she never did show up. Spike sighed as he put the picture down and put his pajamas on, throwing his clothes over a chair.
Grabbing the picture he walked back over to his bed and sat there for a while just looking at it. His hand grazed over Julia's features, he missed her. He became frustrated, as he began to think about what had happened, the scenes of that day. Julia dieing in his arms, killing Vicious his so called best friend, almost dieing himself and Faye...Faye crying because he was leaving her all alone, no not really all alone Jet was here for her. But instead of replaying Julia falling to her death, Spike's mind replayed the scene of Faye desperately trying to stop him from leaving.
He smiled remembering how she fired 5 shots in frustration thinking he wasn't listening to her, but he was. He was listening to every word she was saying, he didn't forget a word of it, and it was engraved into his brain by now. Slowly placing the picture on his desk next to him he rolled over onto his side and shut his brain off. 'Enough thinking tonight...' he shook his head as he shut his eyes and drifted to sleep.
Faye paced in her room, she had listened to Spike get up, open dresser, close dresser, sit down, lay down and then more movements. She new something was on his mind, and it bothered her that she had no idea what it was.
"Probably Julia..." she said bitterly. She put a hand over her mouth in a shocked way, she hadn't meant for it to come out that way. But it was because of her and that creep Vicious that had taken Spike away from us, 'From you...' her mind whispered. Faye hung her head as she wandered over to her bed and sat on it.
She had gotten her memory back, but nothing came of it. She had nowhere to go, and none of her relatives were alive anymore she suspected. She looked over her shoulder at the desk on the left side of the bed, rolling over she turned on her lamp and opened her desk drawer and pulled out a small photo album it looked like. Opening it, she flipped through some pages of photos, mostly of her when she was younger and a few of her parents.
"I wish you guys were still alive, or at least I could just remember you guys a little bit more," she said as she felt a tear slide down her cheek and it splattered onto the picture. Turning a few more pages she found pictures of her friends when she was younger and turning the page over she had a picture of Jet and Spike laughing together on the yellow couch.
She ran her fingers over Jet, she remembered when Spike had left Jet had always been there for her, always; he was like a father to her now somewhat. Her fingers drifted over to Spike's figure, his mouth wide-open, and his eyes shut tight. A small smile formed on her lips, she was happy he was back but she knew things would never be the same. Her heart would never mend from the torture it went through those months he was gone.
Shutting the photo album she placed it on her desk and rolled onto her back. She sprawled out on her bed as she stared up at the ceiling, feeling hot tears roll down her cheeks. She didn't know why she was crying, maybe she was happy or a bittersweet feeling.
"Spike..." she whispered before she shut her eyes and dozed off. In the other room Spike's eyes shot open, 'Faye...' his mind called out.
The night had gone exceptionally well after they had a smoke or two...maybe 5. They both parted ways and went to their rooms. Spike went over to his bed and fell face first into his pillow.
'Tonight, wait no today had been weird, very weird. From his arrival, Faye's cries, Jet's questions, Faye's and his fight and then them two smoking together outside gazing at the stars.' He thought to himself, and chuckled a bit. It was going to be odd being back on the Bebop with them again. It hadn't been that long since he had disappeared but long enough to cause enough commotion. Yawning he got up to put on his pajamas, that were still placed in his little dresser.
When he picked them up he found a picture underneath them. Picking it up, it was a picture of Vicious, Julia and himself all standing together. He felt his heart stop for a few seconds he remembered that day all too well. It was the day before he'd ask Julia to leave with him, but she never did show up. Spike sighed as he put the picture down and put his pajamas on, throwing his clothes over a chair.
Grabbing the picture he walked back over to his bed and sat there for a while just looking at it. His hand grazed over Julia's features, he missed her. He became frustrated, as he began to think about what had happened, the scenes of that day. Julia dieing in his arms, killing Vicious his so called best friend, almost dieing himself and Faye...Faye crying because he was leaving her all alone, no not really all alone Jet was here for her. But instead of replaying Julia falling to her death, Spike's mind replayed the scene of Faye desperately trying to stop him from leaving.
He smiled remembering how she fired 5 shots in frustration thinking he wasn't listening to her, but he was. He was listening to every word she was saying, he didn't forget a word of it, and it was engraved into his brain by now. Slowly placing the picture on his desk next to him he rolled over onto his side and shut his brain off. 'Enough thinking tonight...' he shook his head as he shut his eyes and drifted to sleep.
Faye paced in her room, she had listened to Spike get up, open dresser, close dresser, sit down, lay down and then more movements. She new something was on his mind, and it bothered her that she had no idea what it was.
"Probably Julia..." she said bitterly. She put a hand over her mouth in a shocked way, she hadn't meant for it to come out that way. But it was because of her and that creep Vicious that had taken Spike away from us, 'From you...' her mind whispered. Faye hung her head as she wandered over to her bed and sat on it.
She had gotten her memory back, but nothing came of it. She had nowhere to go, and none of her relatives were alive anymore she suspected. She looked over her shoulder at the desk on the left side of the bed, rolling over she turned on her lamp and opened her desk drawer and pulled out a small photo album it looked like. Opening it, she flipped through some pages of photos, mostly of her when she was younger and a few of her parents.
"I wish you guys were still alive, or at least I could just remember you guys a little bit more," she said as she felt a tear slide down her cheek and it splattered onto the picture. Turning a few more pages she found pictures of her friends when she was younger and turning the page over she had a picture of Jet and Spike laughing together on the yellow couch.
She ran her fingers over Jet, she remembered when Spike had left Jet had always been there for her, always; he was like a father to her now somewhat. Her fingers drifted over to Spike's figure, his mouth wide-open, and his eyes shut tight. A small smile formed on her lips, she was happy he was back but she knew things would never be the same. Her heart would never mend from the torture it went through those months he was gone.
Shutting the photo album she placed it on her desk and rolled onto her back. She sprawled out on her bed as she stared up at the ceiling, feeling hot tears roll down her cheeks. She didn't know why she was crying, maybe she was happy or a bittersweet feeling.
"Spike..." she whispered before she shut her eyes and dozed off. In the other room Spike's eyes shot open, 'Faye...' his mind called out.