Enigma

Nouvelle

Part 5: The Perfect Woman

O.o You actually like my last chapter. I didn't think it was that good. Thank you for continuing to read it. Oh and I'm sorry for my mistake. I now understand that Spike wasn't really shown dying (it's been awhile since I've seen the show). But hey, this is why I can write a fanfic with him in it right? I decided to title this chapter 'the perfect woman' in honor of faye-faye 14 for pointing out that Julia isn't really a perfect woman since she was two timing. Let me mention that when I write my author's note/disclaimers I write them even before I begin writing the chapter so if this chapter has little to do about the perfect woman please forgive me. Cowboy bebop and the characters do not belong to me... yet...

Warily I stared at him while I laid on my back.

Like I would get up.

Whatever he was here for, he should get it done with then get the hell out.

Of course Spike never does what I want him to. Sort of like a little kid and how you tell them to do something yet they do the exact opposite. Can you tell that it gets on my nerves?

Instead he just stood there and stared at me.

For how long?

I don't know. I wasn't about to take my eyes off him to look at my clock and count as the seconds go by.

This was a very interesting situation to say the least. Who would have ever thought I could get Spike into my room without doing anything?

Amused, my lips cracked a smile. But it quickly faded as Spike closed the door behind him as he stepped into my bedchamber.

Quickly, I scrambled up so that I was sitting atop my bed. I was no longer amused. Why in the world was he in my room? I sure as hell didn't give him any permission to enter. But then again, Spike thinks he's king.

And since when did a king need permission to do anything?

Snarling, I yelled at him. "Get out."

It was a simple command. Something even the likes of him could understand.

I was not in a good mood. Can you guess why? Well, for those of you who don't know, I've recently returned after hearing myself be compared to the perfect woman.

That woman, who seems to capture the attention of any man in a room by just standing there, who may I also mention is now dead.

But of course he didn't move. Hell, he didn't even blink which momentarily threw me off balance for a second. It's unnerving to watch someone stare at you intensely without blinking.

"What?" I asked, eyes narrowing in annoyance. Quickly my mind shuffled for something I could do to get rid of him. But the only thing that popped into my mind was to ignore him.

Isn't that nice? I'm becoming a pacifist.

Choosing that as the best solution, I flopped down and turned my back to him, expecting to hear the door open.

Instead I heard a grunt and the sound of something hitting the ground.

Curiously, I peered over my shoulder so I could see him. On the floor were flattened cardboard boxes.

Did he come in with those?

I couldn't really remember.

I didn't say anything, just continued to stare at him over my shoulder.

He looked down at the boxes when he finally decided to explain himself.

Thank the lord. Who knows how long it would've been before I decided to throw something at his head.

"I found these on the floor," he stated.

Not understanding what he meant I sat up on the bed once more.

"You should have," I answered, "I left them there."

He looked up at me as he raised an eyebrow at my response.

"On the floor outside Jet's bonsai room?" He questioned.

I froze as his words came seeping in. Recalling back to only moments before I realized I must have dropped the boxes I had been carrying when I made my escape back to my room. They would have obviously given me away. And now, seeing Spike in my room, I guess they apparently did.

It surprises me how absent minded I can be when I put my mind to it.

I wonder if it's because I've been hanging around with Ed so much? The world may never know.

Nervously I licked my lips preparing to respond. But when I did so I noticed how Spike's eyes momentarily flickered to my moistened mouth.

"Yes" I said, hoping I sounded more convincing than I felt.

Instead of the smirk I was expecting, Spike's gaze straightened and he looked at me square in the eye.

"You heard us talking." It was more of a statement than a question.

Momentarily transfixed, I nodded my head slowly.

Catching myself, I paused. What in seven hells was I doing answering his question just like that? I was mad at him, I reinforce into my head.

You can imagine what I did next.

"Get the hell out," I screamed grabbing a pillow and tossing it at his head. "I have nothing to say to you."

Easily he dodged the first pillow, but I caught him by surprise when my second pillow made contact with his face.

I've know Spike for how long now? It's obvious that I'd know how he moves. I would have become conscious of him and the things he does. Either that or I have no life and all I do in my free time is stare at him so much that I've memorized every movement he makes.

I like to think it was the former.

Gasping indignantly, he removed the feathers in his mouth only to look up and find me with my alarm clock, poised and ready.

"Damn it woman," He exclaimed, raising his hands in defense, "Put the damn clock down."

Like hell I would.

"Do you think that's the best thing for me, huh Spike?" I threw in his face tauntingly. "Well, you may have decided what was best for Julia but I'd rather live till a ripe old age thank you very much."

Spike's eyes narrowed in response. I could see an emotion flickering in its depths. Regret.

"Bitch," he called out as he bent over and picked up a pillow by his feet.

My eyes widened in shock when the thought of Spike suffocating me came to mind.

But Spike would never do that. No matter how much I angered him, he had never raised a fist to me. And I certainly doubted that he intended to kill me.

"And I suppose Julia wasn't?" I gritted out. I was mad, not thinking straight, and knew that I would most likely regret my words later.

But that didn't stop me.

"She wasn't as perfect as everyone made her out to be," I said thoughtfully. "She was screwing two guys at the same time for crying out loud."

"I'd say she's a saint compared to you." Spike snarled as he advanced towards me, pillow in hand. I glanced down quickly at it only to see Spike gripping it till his knuckles turned white.

That barb had hit a cord in my heart but I didn't let it show. Despite what people thought of me, I wasn't a complete slut. I had thought that my family on the Bebop understood that, but I guess to them I'll always be just a pair of legs.

"How befitting then," I said loftily, "To die so honorably while running away with a man who betrayed his best friend all for a good fuck."

I don't think I realized how close to the edge I had pushed him. To me it was like any other argument we had, just concerning a more delicate topic.

Spike sprang at me then. He dropped the pillow when he did so and I scramble back only to hit the wall.

His right hand closed around my neck as my back hit the wall and held me in place as he leaned over towards me. He didn't say anything, and I just stared back, eyes wide with shock but defiant as always.

"Do you think that's all I wanted?" He asked leaning dangerously close.

"If that was all I wanted I would have screwed you already," he informed me, his left hand traveling to rest on my waist.

I couldn't say anything. For one, my air supply was being cut off and I was too shocked by the whole situation.

"I loved her Faye, and I will not let anyone tarnish her memory. Not Jet, not Ed, and certainly not you. If you repeat any of the things you just said to me, I will be force to shut you up."

Spike's grip suddenly relaxed and I sank down. He then turned abruptly and left me in my room.

I stared at his back as he opened the door and closed it behind him.

My mind was a blank. I know Spike would never hurt me, but he had just threatened me. I had never seen him like that and I was scared witless.

I began to cry. Funny since I was supposed to be an emotional wreck who couldn't cry.

I was to the point of hiccups when Jet came into the room.

He saw me there, hugging my knees on the bed, and made his way over.

Much like a father would, he wrapped his arms around me and my tears began anew.

"Shhh," he said as he held me. "Don't cry Faye. Don't cry."

His consoling helped me and once again I started to just hiccup.

"Faye?" He asked pulling back to look at me. "I don't think you should stay."

Wordlessly I stared up at him and Jet hurried on to continue.

"It's not healthy," he explained. "You've been so off balance ever since Spike disappeared a year ago. Now that's he's back you're worse than ever and he's not helping."

Funny, didn't I say something like that to Spike a while ago?

"If I ask Spike to leave he won't do it," he said sighing as he stared up at my ceiling. "Therefore, it's up to you to make the decision. If you stay any longer I'm going to start fearing for your health and emotional state of being."

In my opinion he should already be worrying.

I gave a quick sniffle before Jet continued.

"We all love you Faye, and in order to protect the ones we love we need to make sacrifices."

I understood where Jet was coming from.

Taking a steadying breath, I answered his plea. "I'll leave."

In order to protect the ones we love we need to make sacrifices.

And I love Spike.

So? Did you like it? I wanted them to have a pillow fight but since this a drama I decided to not have the pillow fight. 'Sigh' Another cliffhanger. Personally I think they should be burned, but then, how would I end my stories? 'Sniffle' Oh the possibilities in which I could direct this story in. Let's all hope for the best. And Gloria, when I wrote the 'good f##k' part I just sat there and thought 'I can't believe I just wrote that.' Don't penalize me when you see me later. Anywayz, please continue to review. I can assure you that I read all of your comments. I hope this chapter met all your expectations.

Love & Peace.