Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop.

Author's Note: I've missed Faye/Spike quite a bit, so here's an introspective piece that 'strongly' hints at Faye/Spike. (Or screams it out, maybe.) Please tell me what you think and enjoy reading it.


Bebop Weekly

Bang

As Faye leaves, she bangs the door shut loud enough for it to echo throughout the room and in his head.

It's typical of her – loud, demanding and permanent despite intentions to the contrary. Like her clothes, strewn all over the bathroom they all share or her sickly sweet vanilla scent pervading through the corridors or her off-key singing that seems to ring in his ears.

She'd thrown her playing cards at him again. This time, a three of clubs landed on him. Spike doesn't know what that means but it feels like free-falling to him. And he's enjoying it.