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Never yours in the first place

Downtown Ganymede: Abandoned Warehouse

Spike lunged forward and pinned Julia against the wall as soon as the bullet left the gun. Michele crept backwards towards his gun. Faye fell forward, the chains now broken, she yelped out when her legs touched the cold floor. Spike looked from Faye to Julia completely confused.

" Julia…what are you doing?" Spike asked glancing at Faye as she struggled to sit up and stare over at Spike and Julia

" I'm not gonna live through this Spike." Julia leaned in and kissed Spike chastely, " You have to kill Michele, end the syndicate. I'm sorry…I'm sorry for everything."

" SPIKE!" Faye screamed as she watched Michele pull the trigger

Julia kept her eyes locked on Spikes as she turned them around. No scream escaped her lips as the bullet hit her with a direct hit to the spinal cord. She gave off a small 'oh' before crumbling to the ground. Her blood stained onto Spikes hands and clothes. He kept his eyes on Michele's smug smirk as he reached down and grabbed Julia's gun out of her limp hand. With his first step forward he began firing. Michele jumped and rolled over behind the table.

Spike shot the contract into pieces and walked over to the side of the table where Michele sat on the ground trying to change bullet cartridges. Faye watched as Spike continued to shoot Michele even though she knew he was dead. Her eyes widened when he knelt down and began to punch Michele and beat the dead body with the gun he Michele used to kill Julia. Spike stood up and sharply turned his head towards Faye, fear had actually stricken her under his gaze. He walked over to her covered in Julia and Michele's blood. That's when she remembered Alisa and Jet.

Her words refused to come out. Over and over in her head, must get to bebop and help Alisa and Jet. Faye winced in pain as Spike picked her up, pain shooting up her legs. Spike looked down at her as she slowly closed her eyes. Her lips moved but nothing came out. He didn't look back as he walked out of the warehouse.

Ganymede Hospital

Faye lay in bed, unconscious. Voices swam around in her head. Spike's voice, Alisa's voice, Jet's voice. Alisa sat next to Faye holding her hand as she stayed in bed for the fifth day. Jet paced around the room keeping himself busy straightening things he came across that were perfectly fine. Spike slept on the couch soundly as he had for three days. The nurses tried to keep him in his room but he kept coming back to Fayes and after two days they just gave up.

" Jet please sit down, she will be fine. The doctor said she will be walking again in no time." Alisa pleaded as she walked over to Jet

" I'm more worried about you. You had severe brain trauma. I don't even know why you are out of bed. Come on. I'll walk you back to your room and we will get something to eat on the way." Jet held on to Alisa's hand a little too tightly as they walked out of Faye's room

Spike opened one eye and shook his head. The thought of Jet settling down still amazed him. He walked over to Faye but refused to look at her. It took him a while but he finally figured it out. All this was planned a long time ago. The whole fight. Julia, Michele, the syndicate, his will. It just didn't end the way they had hoped it would.

" No wonder it didn't go the way they thought it would. Does anything in the syndicate?" Spike thought aloud, " It was a good plan though, I will give them that. Shooting Julia with a fake bullet. They knew I would go after Vicious with no intention to live afterwards. Who ever walked out that room alive would fall into this will sham of theirs." he sat down next to Faye, holding his head in his hands, " I woke up in a hospital like this. She would never give me a straight answer as to why she was still alive. I just trusted her cause...I was blinded by the very fact that she was alive. That's all I needed then. Now what..." Spike looked down at Faye with a twinge of hate in his heart

Faye opened her eyes and smiled a little. Spike only stared at her, wondering if she was listening to him the whole time.

" I was having a dream. It wasn't like the others."

" Others?"

" I was the one up against the wall, covered in blood. You found me that time, asked me to come home. Where are Jet and Alisa?" Faye asked, quickly getting off the topic once she realized whom she was talking to.

" They left...a while ago." Spike suddenly felt uneasy for the first time in a while, he hated getting this feeling around her

Timidly he looked over at her only to see her in tears. He only sat there, watching her cry. Showing no emotion as she scooted towards him and wrapped her arm around his waist and buried her face in his shoulder. He made no motion to hold her as she cried on him. He knew why.

" Spike...your here, your alive." Faye sobbed into his shoulder

" I'm going to mars. Tomorrow." Spike stood and walked towards the door, keeping his back to her. Mentally kicking him self 'Why do I have to be this way to her...' he thought as he reached for the door knob

" I'm coming with you. I-" Faye started to climb out of bed, she didn't get one foot out before Spike was at her side holding her back

" No... Faye...That isn't how it's going to end." he held on to her shoulders forcing her to look him in the eyes

" W-what do you mean? Spike I lo-" Faye started before Jet walked in

" Spike, Alisa and I are checking out and heading back to bebop. You coming?" Jet asked, not being able to see Faye behind Spike

" No..." He said, keeping his eyes on Faye

Jet stood in the door way for a few minutes before leaving, hoping that Spike would change his mind. As the door closed behind Jet, Spike let go of Faye's shoulders and headed towards it.

" Spike please, don't go." Faye pleaded, new tears falling down her cheeks, Spike opened the door and stepped out, and leaving the door open he could hear Faye as he walked down the halls. The sound of her yelling his name, her voice cracking each time. He heard the footsteps of nurses and Jet running to her room.

' Don't look back, just don't look back.' He thought even though his fake eye betrayed him, replaying the past in his head, he would not look back only to see a new past forming. As he walked out the hospital doors he looked up at the blue sky. A thought came to mind that made it all alright. Guys like him don't get a happy ending. They live to be old if they are lucky and they live this life alone. Life of a cowboy.

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