She looked at the amount of money she had in her possession now. With a sigh she pulled on her old outfit and grabbed her white boots. What was going on with Spike? He was a different person… different as in they haven't argued once since he's been back. It's almost as if he knew about the deep feelings she had for him and he was…
"No... It's only wishful thinking. Never in a million years would that happen." She said. She searched around for her gun and didn't feel it in its regular place. Instead she felt a box, a small box. She picked it up. It looked like something you'd have a ring or a necklace inside of. She opened it and a small locket was inside. Her eyes held confusion as she wondered who had given her the necklace.
"I had it for a while." His voice came from the doorway. Her eyes turned cold for a second.
"What's with you?!?!" She asked him as he just stood there looking cool, calm and collected with a lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth. "Ever since you've been back you've been acting strange. You're not nearly as reckless and risky. You don't even argue with me anymore!! You're not the same person I know!!"
"Are you finished?"
"No and what's with the damned necklace?!?! You've always loved one girl in your life and you always seem to make it quite clear there's no one else who has room in your heart." She said. He simply shrugged.
"You're right… it isn't who I am. Maybe for all you know I'm not even the real Spike Spiegel. Maybe I could be a spy for Vicious sent here to bring you to him so you could be a broken sex slave for the rest of your miserable life." His voice went cold as his sentences went on. "Or maybe I'm a person who has finally seen the flaw of living a life like this… without anyone who will care if I come out alive or not." He said making her shut up for the moment. She finally stood up.
"Where's my gun??" She asked smoothly and he tossed an object to her then walked away without a single glance back at her. She walked off to the hanger where the ships were and got inside her ship. She landed on the nearest planet, Venus. She put a couple of popper pills in her mouth to keep the helium from getting to her voice box. After docking the ship she headed towards the nearest Casino ready to throw her money away.
"Any report on Spike's whereabouts??" Vicious asked one of his men who just walked right into the office.
"Yes, sir." The man said practically trembling. "He is just outside of the orbit of Venus"
"I see… Contact him at once." The man said growing more and more impatient with how long it's taking him to complete such a simple task.
He felt stupid; he almost admitted that he wanted to take her in his arms right then and there. A slip up as small as that shouldn't have even come that close. Yet, he couldn't help it… For some reason when she had been kidnapped his heart started to pound as he became worried if she'd end up like 'Tiny Torvolt's' other victims. He wanted her and to be with her. The feeling was maddening. Every time he saw her he wanted to hold her, other times he just wanted to kiss her, and cosmos knows how many times the thought of their bodies melding together in perfect rhythm had crossed his mind. A sigh escaped his lips as a small computer went off. His eyes darkened and knew who it was and he threw the small thing against the wall making it shut up for the moment.
"I don't see why you want such a madwoman anyway." He said knowing he would take his time with the mission at hand. "She's no easy target… but it will get done." He cut the man off before any complaints about him sticking his nose in Vicious' reason for wanting a girl like Faye because well… he could see why. She was beautiful and everything he wanted and more.
"Sir he is not responding."
"I see…" Vicious smirked at the wall. "Keep working on it."
"Yes, sir…" The door slammed signaling Vicious was now alone. He then took out several more pictures… one of the last bounties the occupants of the Bebop had taken in recently. He looked at the way Spike had been looking at the girl wearing almost no decent clothing. To anyone who didn't know Spike it would look like a look of disgust or hatred, but not to him. He looked at the eye that truly belongs to Spike… not the false one and he could see lust written behind it. "Even better…."
A few hours later, actually many hours later the sound of her ship finally arrived and she laid down on the couch face first. She sighed knowing he was awake because he was watching that new bounty hunter show. For a while things were quiet and she swore that he had been staring at her for sometime now, but ignored it for a while until she heard him move. The weight of the couch changed near her legs and unexpectedly his hands started working on her shoes and they hit the floor with a thump.
"What are you…?" Her words stopped when she felt his hands working on her feet.
"You know besides the fact people spend more then twelve hours on their feet those heels of yours add to the stress put on them." He said switching to her other foot. "Hard time at the tables…?"
"For once I made money." She said wiggling her toes with a slight giggle when he changed the way his hands moved.
"So the irate girl from earlier is gone??"
"Not really… just what your doing feels really nice." She sighed and moved as he released her foot. "Spike, what happened to you??" Her voice was almost gentle, much like it was the days she knew she was treading on thin ice… like whenever she used to bring up Julia.
"…."
"You're not the same person you were when you left here…" She looked up at the ceiling. "You're not the same man I argued with over petty stuff on a regular basis, you're not the person who used to express the way you felt about me… annoyed. When you left here looking for Julia I thought you didn't really care about Ed, Jet, Ein…" She paused. "Me…"
"Why-??" He cut himself off.
"You mostly seemed to worry about yourself and what you can gain from things. Then the night you left to take on Vicious to finish your own personal problems you scared me. I saw a man different from the one I had met and gotten used to. You opened up to me a little." She turned her head away from him.
"Faye-?"
"Which eye is it?" She then looked him with her green eyes shining over with tears. "Before you left, you told me one of your eyes aren't real… 'One constantly looks at the past and the other sees the present.' So which one is it?" She asked just before consciousness left her. Spike shook his head.
"Let me guess you blew half of your winnings on drinks." He said knowing she wouldn't hear him. He picked her up and took her back to her room. He brushed violet strands of hair out of her face… only one word could strike her now… beautiful. Too bad it would be scowling and everything else when she wakes up with that hang over. He was pretty sure he knew a drink to cure that.
