Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever, own ANY of the Bebop characters no matter how much I wish I did, I don't. All I own is…rummages through pockets…………….lint. How exciting…. OH! And a VERY hot picture of Sesshomaru. Sighs dreamily and Spike. Sighs again (yes I know this is a CB fic. That doesn't mean I cant like sesshomaru too!)

Fighting Rain

Have you ever listened to the rain? Really listened to it? It's depressing...but for me it's up lifting, because I can relate. Spike and me just had another one of our fights. He called me a lazy, useless, bitch and I called him a lazy, know-it-all, bastard. It went from there. Our fights are kinda like a cloudburst. A roll of thunder and a flash of lightning and all of a sudden it's pouring. With our fights, he mumbles something then I strike back and then we are at each other's throats. It pours, as we fight then it will let up as we storm to our rooms to simmer. Then the rain will stop and all will be right with the world. We will be over whatever fight we just had and go on as normal. Right now it is raining. Which means I'm in my room and he's in his. Soon the sun will come out again and we will emerge from our rooms, give a glare to each other and it's over. The end. But no, today it keeps raining. It started this morning during breakfast. Not long after we had started some fight, and now it's past noon and I am in my room staring out the window, watching the rain pour over the pane of glass. I'm sick of sitting here. I don't even remember what we were fighting over. Something stupid, I can assure you, it always is. Jet has taken Ed into town to buy groceries and junk. They will probably be there for the rest of the day since they left just a little after 1, and it is now 1:27. I can hear Spike's door open since his room is next to mine and I hear his footsteps coming closer. My door opens then closes again. He's in my room but I'm not going to acknowledge his presence. My window runs the length of my bed and I'm at the head of it, leaning against the wall. He kicks off his shoes and sits on my bed against the window with a leg drawn up and his arm draped over it. I'm still ignoring him and watching the rainfall. It's starting to lighten up.

"Why are we fighting, Faye?" I look over at him as he fiddles with his lighter. He takes out his cigarette pack and nocks one out and puts it to his lips.

"I dunno. Let me have one of those." He reaches over and hands me his pack and lighter. I place one to my own lips; secretly wishing it was his lips pressing against mine instead of a cigarette. I hand him back his pack and lighter and the rain stops. Our fight is over for now. We will sit here and smoke and all will be right with the world, until tomorrow.

A/n- ya know what I just noticed? I like author notes. They're fun. smiles and looks around room frowns where is everyone? This is supposed to be a victory party. Hey!…………HEY! well hell! Piffle on them. I'll have the party all by myself! man in white uniform sneaks up behind me with a gag and syringe as I start to dance to non-existent music he jumps and gags me and jabs syringe in my butt I go limp man looks up she escaped from a Mental Facility down the road. It's the 6th escape in the last 5 days. sighs now I have to put her back in the padded room. shakes head and carries me away