"He's taking too long." Vicious muttered from his place at the desk. It had been nearly two months since he sent Spiegel out to retrieve his woman, the first month was to regain trust, but now… he should have brought her back already. Looks like he'll have to get ready to pay the man a visit… But first…the warning notice
"Here…" His voice came out as she found herself looking up at the shot glass before her. She nearly gagged looking at the raw egg in the glass, even worst had been whatever he put on top of it made it look almost diseased….or maybe it was the hangover.
"I'm not eating that…"
"Drinking that would be more correct."
"Shut up." She muttered holding the plastic bag with a couple of ice cubes to her head.
"Just drink that then plenty of water…" A thud was heard as he leaned back with his feet propped up on the table. "I'm only trying to help when it's your own fault you feel that way."
"I said shut up!" She yelled only to fall back groaning in pain as the throbbing in her head continued with a vengeance. Slowly she lifted her gaze to look at him. He was now leaning back in the chair with his headphones on looking like he was asleep now, and most likely was too. After all his worn shoes were still, not moving like they tend to do when he's actually listening to whatever was playing. "Typical…" She muttered allowing her gaze to linger. Yes, this was the Spike she had grown accustomed to over the time she spent on the Bebop.
His legs were stretched out and left over right. His hands folded behind his head, the jacket he wore was button unevenly showing the yellow shirt he wore beneath. Pants legs had been hiked up enough to see the tops of his boots and his face with a wistful smile in place. On the outside he was the same but the inside… something was wrong… this wasn't the man she knew. Sure she didn't' welcome the change, after all he is paying her the attention she didn't receive before… it was like maybe he was in tune to her feelings, and yet… she missed the arguments they had… over nothing.
"Well…" She glanced once more at the disgusting drink he had made her. Taking her hands down she pinched her nose grasped the cup and took it down in one go. Once down she nearly gagged… it was slimy going down. Once she put the glass down a glass of water bumped her hands not a drop spilling. Raising the jade orbs once more to look at him she saw a crooked smile as his hand went back to the back of her head.
"That'll help with the dry mouth part." He added pulling his legs down and stood to stretch. "Hey Jet!" He yelled making her wince, the headache wasn't exactly gone. "What's for breakfast."
"Ham and vegetable omelet!" The man yelled.
"Which means we'll only get vegetables…" Faye frowned standing up with her glass of water and went to retreat back to her room. "I'm not hungry." She mumbled and was gone. Of course on the way out he watched her rear end retreat swaying left…right…and left once more. Even to saunter about it was still a lovely sight to see. But he knew his hands would be grasping the supple flesh of her ass if he had any say with it.
"Grrr…" Ed crawled past the kitchen chasing after Ein who seemed to have had it with the red head for the day. Spike smiled wistfully watching the scene play. He really felt at ease here.
But you shouldn't be here… Something chided in the back of his mind. You shouldn't be here, you shouldn't be wanting her. All of this you shouldn't have. What about Julia?
"Julia…?" The name sounded almost foreign to him. He should know that name shouldn't he?
Your heart has no room for any of this. Julia is gone because of him.
"Him…?" He rested himself on his elbows, suddenly he felt as if he had had way too much to drink the night before. Then there were images…
"Your story needs editing!" He heard his voice call out.
"You can't tie me up, I'm a Gypsy... I can't stay in one place too long!"Faye's voice called to him.
"I thought you said beef and Vegetables!"
"We don't' have money for beef!"
"What is this?" He stood up almost staggering.
"So you're jut going to throw your life away?"
"Look into my eyes Faye." He leaned in close to her. "One is a fake. One always looks into the past, one that sees the present." He watched her gasp and turned his back on her.
It was coming too fast, so many of them. Arguments, snide remarks, scoffs, laughs, miscalculations on Jet's part. So many bounty heads, many times they went hungry. Everything that were familiar…Up until now he had bits and pieces from when SHE yelled them at him. The uncalled for blows he received…
"You sing off-key."
Then…. It became clear.
Sorry about that folks… lost touch with a lot of old fics… but now I know I can update them now so… tada! Let's see who reads now….And yeah its short... btu the next chapter will make up for it.
