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2011-10-23 09:34 pm

Too Many Secrets 12/?

Chapter 12: The Space Between

The way I see it
This relationship ain't right
The space between us
Better close it up tonight
The space between us
Close it up tonight


Spike rubbed his fatigued eyes and laid the large folder of papers on the large ornate mahogany desk. Soo Ling had demanded that he read and sign the papers by noon, and he didn't want to deal with her wrath today.

"Business calls, and unless you want to be replaced, you'd better have these signed when I come by."

He stood up and walked over to the window. His office overlooked the river, which wound its snaky path through the span of the city of Tharsis. From up here, you would never imagine the poverty and neglect that existed below. Hell, even walking along the uptown boulevards, you'd be hard pressed to find any of the illegal dealings that went on. For that, you would have to wait until the sun set and the business people went home to their houses in the domed privileged areas. No one could have convinced him when he was a kid on the streets, that one day he would be one of them living the life of luxury. He would have laughed in their faces at that. Yet, here he was. It was a lonely existence, and the only thing that kept him going was his guilt and the desire to right the wrongs that he had done to the people that he ... cared about. A couple of times he had thought about calling Jet, but he wouldn't know what to say to him, and he didn't want to find out if Jet knew about him and Faye.

He leaned his head against the cold glass. Soo Ling would be showing up soon, and he was only halfway through signing the papers. What was the deal with her anyway? She'd been the one to arrange for his move to the Samora Crown, and his installment in the Hidden Dragons organization. The money that was deposited into his accounts was her doing as well, and he couldn't figure out what she got from it all. He supposed it was because she had been close to Mao, and had made him a promise to watch after his former protégé. It was the only thing that made any sense. Yet when he had asked her about it, she got a strange look on her face and changed the subject. She wasn't talking, and no one else was either.

He pushed himself away from the window and returned to his desk. He hurriedly scribbled his name on the rest of the papers and stuck them back in the folder. Not a moment too soon, because a minute later Soo Ling walked into his office.

"You have the papers for me?" she asked in her sing-song accent as she strode over to him. She had born in the Chinese district and had never completely lost the accent. He thought it was cute. She thought he was annoying.

Spike smiled triumphantly and slid the folder towards her. "All done."

She raised her eyebrow. "Oh? I thought I would have to chase you down again."

He snorted. "It's not that hard to sign my name to a bunch of papers," he said, getting up from the desk. "Am I done now?"

She snatched up the folder, thumbing through the sheets. "You sure you didn't miss any? You get sloppy when you're in a hurry to leave."

"It'd be a shame to waste such a beautiful day stuck inside, don't you think?" He flashed his charming smile and waited for her to soften. It wasn't working. She didn't even bat an eye.

"Looks like everything is here. You can go now." She closed the folder and walked to the door.

He grinned. He was being dismissed like he was a snot nosed kid. "Thanks, Mom."

She opened the door and slammed it behind her.

He walked back over the window and looked around again. It was a beautiful day. Too bad he didn't have anywhere to go. He turned back to his desk and picked up his communicator. After a moment of hesitation, he called Jet. After a few rings, Jet picked up, and his face lit up in surprise.

"Yo."

"Spike! You slug! Where the hell have you been?"

Spike smiled. He really missed the old man. "Here and there," he said cryptically. "How've you been?"

Jet sighed. "Been better, but I can't complain." He raised an eyebrow at Spike. "No one would listen anyway."

Spike grinned. "Well, you could get the shrew to listen to you."

Jet looked up with a raised eyebrow. "Huh? Oh yeah, you don't know."

Spike's heart pounded. "Know what?"

"Faye's not here. Hasn't been for a couple of months."

"She left?"

"Yeah, met some slick guy at a casino in Alba City. They must have hit it off pretty well, because the next thing I know, she says she's moving in with the guy."

Spike had heard about the Rileys. After the Gate accident, none of the syndicates had been able to get close to them – they were on the straight and narrow and had enough woolongs to resist them all. After a while, no one tried anymore. They had a wide reach of in real estate and properties that spanned across several planets. It figured that Faye would get herself hooked up with a guy with money. It was ironic that he now fit into that same category. It wasn't like he and Faye had ever been together. Not that he even entertained the thought of him and Faye. He shook his head. Best not to go there.

He didn't realize he was holding his breath until his lungs started hurting and he had to take in a gulp of air. Time to cut back on the smokes. He was glad for her, he supposed. She deserved someone who could be there for her.

Jet was still talking. "Yeah, she and this Riley guy are a hot item on the casino circuit, so I hear. He's from one of the old families from Earth. The Rileys of Texas, old Earth. Made their money in oil. Somehow managed to stay legit, no connection with the syndicates or ISSP. I'm surprised you haven't heard about them."

"So, she's happy?"

"She breezes in every now and then. Brings souvenirs for Ed and me. Designer dog biscuits for Ein. Even kisses me on the cheek. Then she takes off again." Jet chuckled. "Yeah, I'd say she's happy."

Spike was silent.

"You okay there, buddy?"

He looked up at Jet's face on the screen. He'd almost forgotten he was there. He rubbed at the warmth on his cheeks. "Why wouldn't I be?" he asked, clenching his jaw.

"No reason. Just thought you looked-"

"Yeah, alright," Spike interrupted him. He reached over to disconnect.

"Spike wait."

He paused midair and glared at Jet.

"Me and Ed are docked at Tharsis. Are you on Mars?"

"Yeah."

"Why don't you come by? For old time's sake?"

Spike thought for a moment.

"I'll fix your favorite - bell peppers and beef."

Spike smiled. "Yeah, okay." He cut the connection.
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2011-10-23 09:34 pm

Too Many Secrets 12/?

Chapter 12: The Space Between

The way I see it
This relationship ain't right
The space between us
Better close it up tonight
The space between us
Close it up tonight


Spike rubbed his fatigued eyes and laid the large folder of papers on the large ornate mahogany desk. Soo Ling had demanded that he read and sign the papers by noon, and he didn't want to deal with her wrath today.

"Business calls, and unless you want to be replaced, you'd better have these signed when I come by."

He stood up and walked over to the window. His office overlooked the river, which wound its snaky path through the span of the city of Tharsis. From up here, you would never imagine the poverty and neglect that existed below. Hell, even walking along the uptown boulevards, you'd be hard pressed to find any of the illegal dealings that went on. For that, you would have to wait until the sun set and the business people went home to their houses in the domed privileged areas. No one could have convinced him when he was a kid on the streets, that one day he would be one of them living the life of luxury. He would have laughed in their faces at that. Yet, here he was. It was a lonely existence, and the only thing that kept him going was his guilt and the desire to right the wrongs that he had done to the people that he ... cared about. A couple of times he had thought about calling Jet, but he wouldn't know what to say to him, and he didn't want to find out if Jet knew about him and Faye.

He leaned his head against the cold glass. Soo Ling would be showing up soon, and he was only halfway through signing the papers. What was the deal with her anyway? She'd been the one to arrange for his move to the Samora Crown, and his installment in the Hidden Dragons organization. The money that was deposited into his accounts was her doing as well, and he couldn't figure out what she got from it all. He supposed it was because she had been close to Mao, and had made him a promise to watch after his former protégé. It was the only thing that made any sense. Yet when he had asked her about it, she got a strange look on her face and changed the subject. She wasn't talking, and no one else was either.

He pushed himself away from the window and returned to his desk. He hurriedly scribbled his name on the rest of the papers and stuck them back in the folder. Not a moment too soon, because a minute later Soo Ling walked into his office.

"You have the papers for me?" she asked in her sing-song accent as she strode over to him. She had born in the Chinese district and had never completely lost the accent. He thought it was cute. She thought he was annoying.

Spike smiled triumphantly and slid the folder towards her. "All done."

She raised her eyebrow. "Oh? I thought I would have to chase you down again."

He snorted. "It's not that hard to sign my name to a bunch of papers," he said, getting up from the desk. "Am I done now?"

She snatched up the folder, thumbing through the sheets. "You sure you didn't miss any? You get sloppy when you're in a hurry to leave."

"It'd be a shame to waste such a beautiful day stuck inside, don't you think?" He flashed his charming smile and waited for her to soften. It wasn't working. She didn't even bat an eye.

"Looks like everything is here. You can go now." She closed the folder and walked to the door.

He grinned. He was being dismissed like he was a snot nosed kid. "Thanks, Mom."

She opened the door and slammed it behind her.

He walked back over the window and looked around again. It was a beautiful day. Too bad he didn't have anywhere to go. He turned back to his desk and picked up his communicator. After a moment of hesitation, he called Jet. After a few rings, Jet picked up, and his face lit up in surprise.

"Yo."

"Spike! You slug! Where the hell have you been?"

Spike smiled. He really missed the old man. "Here and there," he said cryptically. "How've you been?"

Jet sighed. "Been better, but I can't complain." He raised an eyebrow at Spike. "No one would listen anyway."

Spike grinned. "Well, you could get the shrew to listen to you."

Jet looked up with a raised eyebrow. "Huh? Oh yeah, you don't know."

Spike's heart pounded. "Know what?"

"Faye's not here. Hasn't been for a couple of months."

"She left?"

"Yeah, met some slick guy at a casino in Alba City. They must have hit it off pretty well, because the next thing I know, she says she's moving in with the guy."

Spike had heard about the Rileys. After the Gate accident, none of the syndicates had been able to get close to them – they were on the straight and narrow and had enough woolongs to resist them all. After a while, no one tried anymore. They had a wide reach of in real estate and properties that spanned across several planets. It figured that Faye would get herself hooked up with a guy with money. It was ironic that he now fit into that same category. It wasn't like he and Faye had ever been together. Not that he even entertained the thought of him and Faye. He shook his head. Best not to go there.

He didn't realize he was holding his breath until his lungs started hurting and he had to take in a gulp of air. Time to cut back on the smokes. He was glad for her, he supposed. She deserved someone who could be there for her.

Jet was still talking. "Yeah, she and this Riley guy are a hot item on the casino circuit, so I hear. He's from one of the old families from Earth. The Rileys of Texas, old Earth. Made their money in oil. Somehow managed to stay legit, no connection with the syndicates or ISSP. I'm surprised you haven't heard about them."

"So, she's happy?"

"She breezes in every now and then. Brings souvenirs for Ed and me. Designer dog biscuits for Ein. Even kisses me on the cheek. Then she takes off again." Jet chuckled. "Yeah, I'd say she's happy."

Spike was silent.

"You okay there, buddy?"

He looked up at Jet's face on the screen. He'd almost forgotten he was there. He rubbed at the warmth on his cheeks. "Why wouldn't I be?" he asked, clenching his jaw.

"No reason. Just thought you looked-"

"Yeah, alright," Spike interrupted him. He reached over to disconnect.

"Spike wait."

He paused midair and glared at Jet.

"Me and Ed are docked at Tharsis. Are you on Mars?"

"Yeah."

"Why don't you come by? For old time's sake?"

Spike thought for a moment.

"I'll fix your favorite - bell peppers and beef."

Spike smiled. "Yeah, okay." He cut the connection.
vettac: (Default)
2011-05-09 10:15 pm

"[M]alibu" for Cowboy Bebop Drabble Challenge '11 - Alphabet Soup

Got a touch of inspiration (feels incomplete, but here it is)

M - Malibu

Crash and burn
All the stars explode tonight
How'd you get so desperate?
How'd you stay alive?
Help me, please, burn the sorrow from your eyes
Oh come on be alive again
Don't lay down and die


He was a creature of habit, chasing down death like a hobby, his return another near miss as he waited for the final blow with something like disappointment.

Yet there was something in his eyes that looked like relief to her.

He stared coldly into her face, daring her to speak, to confront him. She refused to look away.

"You're back," she said reproachfully as she broke the silence .

"Yeah, it looks like it."

If he wasn't afraid of dying, then what was he afraid of? Because he did feel fear, that she could see behind the stony façade.

She dropped her eyes and stared through the port window. He didn't care that every time he left she wondered if it would be the last time she saw his face. He saw only what he wanted to see and closed his eyes to the rest. His past had cost him his soul, his future, his dreams, left him with empty gestures as he waited for the game to be over.
vettac: (Default)
2011-05-09 10:15 pm

"[M]alibu" for Cowboy Bebop Drabble Challenge '11 - Alphabet Soup

Got a touch of inspiration (feels incomplete, but here it is)

M - Malibu

Crash and burn
All the stars explode tonight
How'd you get so desperate?
How'd you stay alive?
Help me, please, burn the sorrow from your eyes
Oh come on be alive again
Don't lay down and die


He was a creature of habit, chasing down death like a hobby, his return another near miss as he waited for the final blow with something like disappointment.

Yet there was something in his eyes that looked like relief to her.

He stared coldly into her face, daring her to speak, to confront him. She refused to look away.

"You're back," she said reproachfully as she broke the silence .

"Yeah, it looks like it."

If he wasn't afraid of dying, then what was he afraid of? Because he did feel fear, that she could see behind the stony façade.

She dropped her eyes and stared through the port window. He didn't care that every time he left she wondered if it would be the last time she saw his face. He saw only what he wanted to see and closed his eyes to the rest. His past had cost him his soul, his future, his dreams, left him with empty gestures as he waited for the game to be over.
vettac: (chillin')
2011-02-13 03:56 pm

Too Many Secrets 11/?

Chapter 11: So Far Away

“Bye-bye Faye-Faye!” Ed's chipper voice screamed from the screen.
“Goodbye, Edward.”
Why can't she just say it once, Faye mumbled as she ended the connection. I swear, she does it just to annoy me. She switched over to TV mode, surfing through the channels to find something to watch. She paused at a station showing an old martial arts film and immediately thought of Spike and his obsession with training and katas. She stared down at the screen as she thought back to three months before, when she'd last seen him.
“Faye!”
Startled, Faye looked up into Jet's frowning face.
“What?”
“I asked if you were done with that.”
Confused, Faye looked down at the table at her uneaten bowl of noodles. “Oh. Yeah.”
“You'll remember the food you wasted when we're starving again,” he told her.
Faye rolled her eyes. “I know, Jet.”
Jet sighed. He came around the couch and sat down beside her. “When you first came home after meeting with Spike, I didn't say anything.” He looked at her. “I figured it was just the shock of seeing him alive after so many months. But now…”
He stopped abruptly and looked into her face. “…Now I think there's something else. You've been so quiet. That's not like you, Faye. What aren't you telling me?”
“I-I don't know what you're talking about, Jet.”
She looked up, startled when Jet slammed his fist down on the table.
“See? You never used to be jumpy like that, Faye. Something happened when you were in Tharsis that you aren't telling me. What the hell happened between you and Spike?”
Faye stuck her hands inside her sweater, clenching them as chewed on her lower lip. Jet was bearing down on her like a big, protective mother, and in another minute, she was going to break down and tell him everything.
She inhaled a shaky breath. “Jet, don't-”
Jet sighed. “Alright. If you don't want to tell me, it's alright.” He patted her shoulder like she was a little girl. “But if I find out he did something to you, Faye ...” He stood up and stretched, her eyes following his every move.
She didn't know how to begin, but she knew that she couldn't go on much longer like this. It had been months since she had been able to sleep through the night without waking up shaking, as the memory of that night six months ago came crashing through her brain in muddled images. Sometimes, instead of Rives in that alleyway, it would be Spike's face, grinning at her maniacally and maliciously and she would be no good for days. It was affecting her ability to follow through on bounties, and Jet definitely noticed.
“Jet,” she began.
He slowly turned around to face her. “I knew something happened. Ed noticed too.”
She looked up into his face hesitantly. “Do you remember a bounty named Rives?”
Jet raised an eyebrow. “Dirtbag with a twenty million woolong bounty wanted for assault and rape on five women?”
She nodded.
Jet furrowed his eyebrows. “Yeah, he turned up dead in an alley a couple of months back. What about him?”
Faye looked away before she answered. “He was murdered the night I was in Tharsis. Spike killed him.”
Jet studied her face for a long moment, searching her pleading green eyes. “You were there?”
She nodded again. Jet sighed and rubbed his head, then came to sit next to her. “Tell me what happened.”
She curled up and wrapped her arms around her knees, closing her eyes as she told Jet about that night. His expression was stony as she related the story, but he remained quiet as she talked. She didn't tell him about what had happened after she returned to Spike's place. His sense of justice and duty would have compelled him to confront Spike, and she was sure they'd both end up dead. She couldn't bear to have their deaths on her conscience. When she finished, Jet was silent. She watched the fan rotating overhead and the calming hum of the ship's engines. She stole a glance at Jet's stony-faced expression as he absorbed it all. Her eyebrows momentarily stitched, then smoothed as she let out a puff of air and laid her head on her knees, eyes focused on the whirring fan.
* * *
Misty Shores was only three heads behind, having come from nearly last place. If he won, she'd be cashing in a big win. Faye watched in anticipation as her horse drew closer to the front of the pack. Faye's eyebrows momentarily furrowed, and she let out a puff of air, her eyes focused on the track. She furrowed her brows as the number two lead jumped into first place, squashing her winning hopes. She bunched the wad of tickets and threw them in the air, watching them scatter to the ground like fallen flower petals. Well, her luck at the horses wasn't holding up today. She sighed and pushed her way through the crowd towards the exit. As much as she wanted to try her hand at another race, losing that last race had depleted most of her woolongs.
Outside the racetrack building, she wrapped her old red sweater closer and debated whether to try wheedling her way into a card game to recoup some cash. The soft ringing of the communicator drew her attention. She adjusted her shirt and shrugged further into her sweater before she picked it up to look at the display.
It was Jet. She opened communication.
Faye quirked an eyebrow. “What?” She said flatly.
“Where are you?” he asked, his voice calm and smooth.
She frowned. She hadn't even been gone for two hours, and he was already checking up on her. “What the hell are you talking about?” she demanded. “I told you I was going to do a little shopping.”
“By way of the horse races?”
She rolled her eyes and looked down at her bags. Shopping was her second favorite way of relieving tension, now that Spike wasn't around to annoy. “Get off my back, Jet. I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself.”
“Why didn't you take Ed with you?” he demanded, an indecipherable expression on his face.
“What do you mean?”
“Ed misses him too, you know. I just thought that it might be good to spend some time with her.”
Faye sighed. “Okay, Jet, what's going on?”
“What?”
“You've never pushed Ed on me before.”
It was Jet's turned to sigh. “She thinks you're sad,” he said quietly.
Faye deflated, a little stunned by his words. Ed was usually flighty, she sometimes forgot how perceptive she could be. She considered going back to the Bebop. “Look, I'm just going to go to one more place. But if you really want me to, I'll head home now,” she said, only a little sarcastic.
“Whatever, Faye,” he said, moving his hand to his head to rub the bald spot. “Do what you want.”
Faye furrowed her brow as she considered, then nodded. “Alright, I'm heading back.”
Jet mumbled something unintelligible and cut the connection. Shaking her head, Faye tucked the communicator back in her pocket. She didn't believe that it was Ed who was worried, and Jet meant too much to her to make him worry. She sighed and headed back to the Redtail.
* * *
He opened his eyes and under the bright lights of the room, the blurry image finally came into focus. He found himself looking up into the face of a woman with hair the color of deep, dark violet.
It wasn't Faye.
“Faye,” he whispered, closing his eyes again.
“Oh, you're awake. Did you say something?” The voice, gentle and soft, was nothing like Faye's.
“Where am I?” he asked hoarsely.
“You're in Syrtis Hospital. You've been here for almost a week.” She tucked in the covers at the foot of the bed, where his feet had come loose from under the sheet. “You had some pretty severe damage to your shoulder. Shattered part of the bone and did some damage to the muscles. But the doctor will come in later to explain it all to you. I'm Jenny, your nurse, by the way.” She looked closer at the expression on his face. “Are you in pain?”
He shook his head, his eyes closed tightly as tears prickled at the corners. He couldn't believe that actually missed the shrew's grating voice. The nurse leaned in closer, and his eyebrow twitched. He sucked in a breath before shaking his head vigorously this time.
“Mr. Spiegel?”
“Yes,” he answered through clenched teeth. He just wanted her to go away and leave him alone. As he clenched his hands into fists under the sheet, the pulse monitor began beeping incessantly and the pain in his head increased to unbearable proportions. Dimly he heard the nurse say something to him and after that, blessed silence.
* * *
When he awoke again, the blinding headache was gone. The room was dark except for the soft amber lights on the monitor next to his bed. He lifted his head and looked down at the leather straps at his wrists. He must have gotten violent before blacking out. Where was Nurse Jenny, he wondered. As if on cue, the door opened and the violet-haired nurse entered the room.
“Ah, Mr. Spiegel,” she chirped, “You're awake again.”
“It's Spike,” he said wearily. “How long was I out?”
“Two days,” she said. “We had to sedate you to keep you from hurting yourself.”
“I see.”
She leaned over to unfasten the wrist straps and straighten the bedsheet. “How's the head?”
“Still here.”
She laughed. “Good. Then you are feeling better.”
He didn't know what she found so funny, but he didn't see any point in mentioning it. “What happened?”
“You had an allergic reaction to one of the medications. We had to sedate you to keep you from hurting yourself.”
He nodded. Whatever the reason, he was glad that the pain was gone. Contrary to popular belief, he didn't enjoy pain. With the number of injuries and broken bones that he'd experienced in his life, pain was something that came with the territory, and he'd learned to live with it. “So, when do I get out of here?”
The nurse eyed him closely. “You can't be released until someone signs you out. Is there someone we can call?”
He stifled his first thought to call Faye. No use going there, he'd slammed the door on her months ago. He gave her an irritated look before turning to stare out the window. The sky was bright and clear under the environmental dome that encased the city. He really hated climate control. He wanted the day to be dark and rainy to match his mood.
After a few moments of silence, Jenny started talking again. “By the way, the young lady who came to see you had the same color hair as mine.”
Spike whipped his head around to look at her.
“We both got quite a kick out of it.” She laughed. “It was the only thing we had in common. She was quite pretty. I would kill for a figure like hers.” She looked down at her plump figure. “And her eyes were the most beautiful shade of green, though they seemed a little sad to me.” She peered at Spike. “She said her name was Faye. She called you a funny name, like lunkit or something like that.”
His heart pounded, threatening to break out of his chest. He had thought that it was a dream. “She was here? When?”
Nurse Jenny raised a brow as she surveyed her patient and smiled knowingly. “It was during the week you were unconscious. She said that she had gone to the bar where you work, and they told her where to find you. She was pretty upset when she saw you. She sat with you for a while, then she left. She came back the next day, and we talked about what had happened. She told me some things about you, too. 'Watch out for him,' she said. 'He can be a real asshole when he's mad.' I said that I didn't believe it, you looked so innocent when you're sleeping.”
His cheeks burned and he stared down at his feet sticking up from the bed. “Thanks, I guess,” he mumbled. If he could sink under the bed right about now, it would be a really good thing.
“Anyway,” Jenny said, turning serious, “She said that she didn't want to be called when you were released ... but she left her contact information just in case you – “ She pulled a folded piece of paper from her pocket and held it out to him.
The heaviness in his chest eased. So like Faye to pretend she didn't care. He'd always been able to see through her façade, and he suspected that she could read him just as well, though neither of them ever dared to venture into that forbidden territory of feelings. Bad things happened when you cared, and he had an irrational fear that if he showed how much he did care, something would happen to her. So he'd pushed her away in the worst way imaginable. He never would have guessed that she would come to see him.
“I already know how to reach her,” he said irritably.
Nurse Jenny's eyebrows raised just a little. “Would you like me to call her?”
He shook his head. “Call … Soo Ling Yumako at the Glowing Sun Lounge in Tharsis.”
* * *
Dr. Mordecai Barnes closed the holographic chart and looked thoughtfully at his patient.
“You're healing quite nicely, Mr. Spiegel. It's quite rare that we have a patient who heals as quickly as you have.” He looked down at Spike, examining the arm. “And how is the pain?”
“Better than a week ago,” he mumbled.
Dr. Barnes agreed. “Yes, it should be. The muscles in the forearm tend to compensate for the weakness in your shoulder, resulting in more strain. Probably at night is worse?”
Was this guy a doctor or just stupid? Even Ein would know that pain got worse at night, just when you wanted to sleep. He grunted in response.
Dr. Barnes pulled out the medical transmitter from his lab coat and spoke in a short, clipped tone. “Evening dose administer 4mg fentanyl for Room 304-A.” He replaced the chart at the foot of the bed. “Get some rest, Mr. Spiegel.” He turned on his heels abruptly and marched out of the room.
Spike scowled at the doctor's back. Well, that was a waste of a visit, and he still didn't know when he was getting out.
The door opened and Jenny came in. She picked up his medical chart and peered down at the doctor's notes. “Hmmm, everything seems to be good.” She looked up at Spike. “Did Dr. Barnes say when you could go home?”
“He didn't say anything. All he did was order more drugs.” He gave her a dark look. “I don't need more drugs. I just need to get out of here.”
“Your shoulder isn't completely healed, Spike. Maybe in a few more days…” Her voice faded when he growled. “But I'll see what I can do.”
“Yeah,” he grumbled. “You do that.” He sat up with a grimace as pain flowed through his joints. Jenny dashed forward to assist him but he shot her a warning look, and she backed away, hovering from a safe distance. He swung his legs to the floor, leaning too heavily on his injured side when he tried to stand, and grunted from the pain.
“Careful, Spike.” Jenny moved closer.
He waved her away. “I'm fine,” he said irritably. He took a deep breath and tried again. His legs threatened to give way, and Jenny moved in. He leaned against her, hating feeling helpless. “Who would have thought,” he mumbled, “the infamous Spike Spiegel, former bounty hunter and … reduced to leaning on the arms of a nurse. Just shoot me now.”
Jenny laughed. “So your girlfriend is a bounty hunter?”
He scowled. “She's not my girlfriend.”
Jenny raised her brow. “Oh, I thought …”
“Well, you thought wrong,” he said brusquely.
“Okay.” She put her hands up in surrender.
He walked forward gingerly, wincing at the pain as he shuffled into the small bathroom.
“I'll be right outside the door,” Jenny said. “Just yell if you need me.”
“Right,” he scoffed. He managed to pull his boxers down with one hand, not wanting to chance pulling the stitches in his shoulder. He finished up and put down the toilet seat, then leaned into the mirror to examine his face. The hair on his chin was too thick to be called stubble. He scratched at the overgrowth and looked around the tiny space for a razor.
“Jenny?” he called out. The door handled turned and he pressed his palm against the door to keep her from coming in. Just because he was in a hospital didn't mean that he wasn't entitled to a little privacy.
“Everything okay in there?”
“Yeah, I need a razor.”
“Come back to bed and I'll take care of that for you,” Jenny said from the other side of the door.
He leaned his head against his hand. “You're kidding, right?”
She didn't answer.
He let out a long, dramatic sigh and opened the door to let her in. Jenny stood in the doorway chuckling.
“You're not used to this, are you?”
He scowled at her and pushed himself past her to the bed. He refused to grace her with an answer.
* * *
Spike waited for Ronald to bring the car around to the hospital entrance, drumming his fingers against the circular reception desk in the hospital lobby. He hated waiting. He looked behind him, expecting to see Nurse Jenny chasing after him. She had called Soo Ling, who convinced Dr. Barnes to release him a few days early, with the understanding that he return to the hospital in a week's time for an evaluation. For some strange reason, she had assigned herself his 'savior' whose first mission was to “get Spike and Faye back together,” even though he'd told her that she was not his girlfriend. Not even close. He sighed. He really needed a cigarette. He hadn't even been able to sneak a puff – Nurse Jenny had made sure that the pack he kept in his jacket were 'put safely away.' He was already out of breath from being laid up for two weeks and probably couldn't even finish half. But he was perfectly willing to try. He adjusted the sling and clenched his fingers. His left shoulder ached like hell and his fingers were numb. It was going to be a while before he would be able to use the arm. Good thing he was ambidextrous.
 From the corner of his eye he spotted a figure coming from the elevator. He didn't have to look to know who it was. Damn, she sure didn't give up easily.
 “Spike!” Jenny greeted as she walked over to the desk. “I was on the floor making my rounds, and when I got to your room, you were already gone! You weren't planning on skipping out without saying goodbye to me, were you?”
 He suppressed a smile. “Of course not. How could I leave without saying goodbye to my favorite nurse?” He batted his eyelashes at her.
 Jenny laughed. “I'm sure you wouldn't.” She reached out to clasp his hand. “Take it easy, Spike. We'll see you back here in a few weeks.”
 He shook her hand. “Thanks for everything, Nurse Jenny.”
 Ronald came through the revolving doors pushing a wheelchair towards them. Spike gave him a sour look. “I'm not an invalid, you know.”
 “Yeah, I know.” Ronald looked at Jenny, who nodded in agreement.
“Hospital rules.”
He scowled but dropped into the seat, relief flooding into his unused joints.
 “Please give my regards to your lady friend, okay?” Jenny called out as Ronald wheeled the chair around and out the hospital doors.
 
* * *
Spike watched the scenery as they drove down the Tharsis freeway, Ronald darting in and out of traffic with the ease of a racecar driver. “Kid, you're in the wrong profession,” he said as the car careened through a sharp curve.
“So, I'm told,” Ronald said lightly. “But I like a little more stability in my life. Tending bar suits me just fine.”
Spike tried to imagine being forever banned from flying; not the self-imposed grounding that he had placed upon himself. When he decided to pilot the Swordfish again, which he knew would happen sooner or later, all he to do was go to Doohan to reclaim his baby. Even though it had been over a year, he would not give in to the urge; the temptation to rendezvous with the Bebop was too strong.
The car sped along towards the high-rise buildings in the center of the city, passing high-end shops and hotels. His eyebrow twitched in annoyance. “You're going the wrong way,” he said to Ronald. “I don't live on this side of town.”
Ronald chuckled and continued driving. “You do now.”
“What are you talking about?” Spike growled as he gripped the back of the front seat. “Whose bright idea was this?”
“Soo Ling's.”
He took a deep breath. When he was a young upstart with the Dragons, Mao had warned him to tone down his defiant streak around Soo Ling, to do what she asked and he had begrudgingly complied. Mao trusted her, and that had been enough for him. Now, years later, she was still trying to meddle into his affairs, and here he was, still allowing it, as if Mao was still alive. He sighed and looked out the window as the car sped past the patch of high rise buildings. As they neared a tall building of smoked glass windows lined in gilded gold, Ronald slowed the car and pulled in front of the guarded building. The Samora Crown Hotel was surrounded by boutique shops and over-priced cafes frequented by executives and capos alike conducting their wheeling and dealing in the corporate boardrooms of Tharsis while the ISSP turned an organizational blind eye.
Spike looked up at the size of the building and heaved a big sigh.
“Shit, this is where she picked?” He slumped back against the seat. “Let me guess, penthouse, right?”
“Yep.”
Spike closed his eyes. The Samora Crown Hotel was simply not his style. But he bet Faye would like it.
vettac: (chillin')
2011-02-13 03:56 pm

Too Many Secrets 11/?

Chapter 11: So Far Away

“Bye-bye Faye-Faye!” Ed's chipper voice screamed from the screen.
“Goodbye, Edward.”
Why can't she just say it once, Faye mumbled as she ended the connection. I swear, she does it just to annoy me. She switched over to TV mode, surfing through the channels to find something to watch. She paused at a station showing an old martial arts film and immediately thought of Spike and his obsession with training and katas. She stared down at the screen as she thought back to three months before, when she'd last seen him.
“Faye!”
Startled, Faye looked up into Jet's frowning face.
“What?”
“I asked if you were done with that.”
Confused, Faye looked down at the table at her uneaten bowl of noodles. “Oh. Yeah.”
“You'll remember the food you wasted when we're starving again,” he told her.
Faye rolled her eyes. “I know, Jet.”
Jet sighed. He came around the couch and sat down beside her. “When you first came home after meeting with Spike, I didn't say anything.” He looked at her. “I figured it was just the shock of seeing him alive after so many months. But now…”
He stopped abruptly and looked into her face. “…Now I think there's something else. You've been so quiet. That's not like you, Faye. What aren't you telling me?”
“I-I don't know what you're talking about, Jet.”
She looked up, startled when Jet slammed his fist down on the table.
“See? You never used to be jumpy like that, Faye. Something happened when you were in Tharsis that you aren't telling me. What the hell happened between you and Spike?”
Faye stuck her hands inside her sweater, clenching them as chewed on her lower lip. Jet was bearing down on her like a big, protective mother, and in another minute, she was going to break down and tell him everything.
She inhaled a shaky breath. “Jet, don't-”
Jet sighed. “Alright. If you don't want to tell me, it's alright.” He patted her shoulder like she was a little girl. “But if I find out he did something to you, Faye ...” He stood up and stretched, her eyes following his every move.
She didn't know how to begin, but she knew that she couldn't go on much longer like this. It had been months since she had been able to sleep through the night without waking up shaking, as the memory of that night six months ago came crashing through her brain in muddled images. Sometimes, instead of Rives in that alleyway, it would be Spike's face, grinning at her maniacally and maliciously and she would be no good for days. It was affecting her ability to follow through on bounties, and Jet definitely noticed.
“Jet,” she began.
He slowly turned around to face her. “I knew something happened. Ed noticed too.”
She looked up into his face hesitantly. “Do you remember a bounty named Rives?”
Jet raised an eyebrow. “Dirtbag with a twenty million woolong bounty wanted for assault and rape on five women?”
She nodded.
Jet furrowed his eyebrows. “Yeah, he turned up dead in an alley a couple of months back. What about him?”
Faye looked away before she answered. “He was murdered the night I was in Tharsis. Spike killed him.”
Jet studied her face for a long moment, searching her pleading green eyes. “You were there?”
She nodded again. Jet sighed and rubbed his head, then came to sit next to her. “Tell me what happened.”
She curled up and wrapped her arms around her knees, closing her eyes as she told Jet about that night. His expression was stony as she related the story, but he remained quiet as she talked. She didn't tell him about what had happened after she returned to Spike's place. His sense of justice and duty would have compelled him to confront Spike, and she was sure they'd both end up dead. She couldn't bear to have their deaths on her conscience. When she finished, Jet was silent. She watched the fan rotating overhead and the calming hum of the ship's engines. She stole a glance at Jet's stony-faced expression as he absorbed it all. Her eyebrows momentarily stitched, then smoothed as she let out a puff of air and laid her head on her knees, eyes focused on the whirring fan.
* * *
Misty Shores was only three heads behind, having come from nearly last place. If he won, she'd be cashing in a big win. Faye watched in anticipation as her horse drew closer to the front of the pack. Faye's eyebrows momentarily furrowed, and she let out a puff of air, her eyes focused on the track. She furrowed her brows as the number two lead jumped into first place, squashing her winning hopes. She bunched the wad of tickets and threw them in the air, watching them scatter to the ground like fallen flower petals. Well, her luck at the horses wasn't holding up today. She sighed and pushed her way through the crowd towards the exit. As much as she wanted to try her hand at another race, losing that last race had depleted most of her woolongs.
Outside the racetrack building, she wrapped her old red sweater closer and debated whether to try wheedling her way into a card game to recoup some cash. The soft ringing of the communicator drew her attention. She adjusted her shirt and shrugged further into her sweater before she picked it up to look at the display.
It was Jet. She opened communication.
Faye quirked an eyebrow. “What?” She said flatly.
“Where are you?” he asked, his voice calm and smooth.
She frowned. She hadn't even been gone for two hours, and he was already checking up on her. “What the hell are you talking about?” she demanded. “I told you I was going to do a little shopping.”
“By way of the horse races?”
She rolled her eyes and looked down at her bags. Shopping was her second favorite way of relieving tension, now that Spike wasn't around to annoy. “Get off my back, Jet. I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself.”
“Why didn't you take Ed with you?” he demanded, an indecipherable expression on his face.
“What do you mean?”
“Ed misses him too, you know. I just thought that it might be good to spend some time with her.”
Faye sighed. “Okay, Jet, what's going on?”
“What?”
“You've never pushed Ed on me before.”
It was Jet's turned to sigh. “She thinks you're sad,” he said quietly.
Faye deflated, a little stunned by his words. Ed was usually flighty, she sometimes forgot how perceptive she could be. She considered going back to the Bebop. “Look, I'm just going to go to one more place. But if you really want me to, I'll head home now,” she said, only a little sarcastic.
“Whatever, Faye,” he said, moving his hand to his head to rub the bald spot. “Do what you want.”
Faye furrowed her brow as she considered, then nodded. “Alright, I'm heading back.”
Jet mumbled something unintelligible and cut the connection. Shaking her head, Faye tucked the communicator back in her pocket. She didn't believe that it was Ed who was worried, and Jet meant too much to her to make him worry. She sighed and headed back to the Redtail.
* * *
He opened his eyes and under the bright lights of the room, the blurry image finally came into focus. He found himself looking up into the face of a woman with hair the color of deep, dark violet.
It wasn't Faye.
“Faye,” he whispered, closing his eyes again.
“Oh, you're awake. Did you say something?” The voice, gentle and soft, was nothing like Faye's.
“Where am I?” he asked hoarsely.
“You're in Syrtis Hospital. You've been here for almost a week.” She tucked in the covers at the foot of the bed, where his feet had come loose from under the sheet. “You had some pretty severe damage to your shoulder. Shattered part of the bone and did some damage to the muscles. But the doctor will come in later to explain it all to you. I'm Jenny, your nurse, by the way.” She looked closer at the expression on his face. “Are you in pain?”
He shook his head, his eyes closed tightly as tears prickled at the corners. He couldn't believe that actually missed the shrew's grating voice. The nurse leaned in closer, and his eyebrow twitched. He sucked in a breath before shaking his head vigorously this time.
“Mr. Spiegel?”
“Yes,” he answered through clenched teeth. He just wanted her to go away and leave him alone. As he clenched his hands into fists under the sheet, the pulse monitor began beeping incessantly and the pain in his head increased to unbearable proportions. Dimly he heard the nurse say something to him and after that, blessed silence.
* * *
When he awoke again, the blinding headache was gone. The room was dark except for the soft amber lights on the monitor next to his bed. He lifted his head and looked down at the leather straps at his wrists. He must have gotten violent before blacking out. Where was Nurse Jenny, he wondered. As if on cue, the door opened and the violet-haired nurse entered the room.
“Ah, Mr. Spiegel,” she chirped, “You're awake again.”
“It's Spike,” he said wearily. “How long was I out?”
“Two days,” she said. “We had to sedate you to keep you from hurting yourself.”
“I see.”
She leaned over to unfasten the wrist straps and straighten the bedsheet. “How's the head?”
“Still here.”
She laughed. “Good. Then you are feeling better.”
He didn't know what she found so funny, but he didn't see any point in mentioning it. “What happened?”
“You had an allergic reaction to one of the medications. We had to sedate you to keep you from hurting yourself.”
He nodded. Whatever the reason, he was glad that the pain was gone. Contrary to popular belief, he didn't enjoy pain. With the number of injuries and broken bones that he'd experienced in his life, pain was something that came with the territory, and he'd learned to live with it. “So, when do I get out of here?”
The nurse eyed him closely. “You can't be released until someone signs you out. Is there someone we can call?”
He stifled his first thought to call Faye. No use going there, he'd slammed the door on her months ago. He gave her an irritated look before turning to stare out the window. The sky was bright and clear under the environmental dome that encased the city. He really hated climate control. He wanted the day to be dark and rainy to match his mood.
After a few moments of silence, Jenny started talking again. “By the way, the young lady who came to see you had the same color hair as mine.”
Spike whipped his head around to look at her.
“We both got quite a kick out of it.” She laughed. “It was the only thing we had in common. She was quite pretty. I would kill for a figure like hers.” She looked down at her plump figure. “And her eyes were the most beautiful shade of green, though they seemed a little sad to me.” She peered at Spike. “She said her name was Faye. She called you a funny name, like lunkit or something like that.”
His heart pounded, threatening to break out of his chest. He had thought that it was a dream. “She was here? When?”
Nurse Jenny raised a brow as she surveyed her patient and smiled knowingly. “It was during the week you were unconscious. She said that she had gone to the bar where you work, and they told her where to find you. She was pretty upset when she saw you. She sat with you for a while, then she left. She came back the next day, and we talked about what had happened. She told me some things about you, too. 'Watch out for him,' she said. 'He can be a real asshole when he's mad.' I said that I didn't believe it, you looked so innocent when you're sleeping.”
His cheeks burned and he stared down at his feet sticking up from the bed. “Thanks, I guess,” he mumbled. If he could sink under the bed right about now, it would be a really good thing.
“Anyway,” Jenny said, turning serious, “She said that she didn't want to be called when you were released ... but she left her contact information just in case you – “ She pulled a folded piece of paper from her pocket and held it out to him.
The heaviness in his chest eased. So like Faye to pretend she didn't care. He'd always been able to see through her façade, and he suspected that she could read him just as well, though neither of them ever dared to venture into that forbidden territory of feelings. Bad things happened when you cared, and he had an irrational fear that if he showed how much he did care, something would happen to her. So he'd pushed her away in the worst way imaginable. He never would have guessed that she would come to see him.
“I already know how to reach her,” he said irritably.
Nurse Jenny's eyebrows raised just a little. “Would you like me to call her?”
He shook his head. “Call … Soo Ling Yumako at the Glowing Sun Lounge in Tharsis.”
* * *
Dr. Mordecai Barnes closed the holographic chart and looked thoughtfully at his patient.
“You're healing quite nicely, Mr. Spiegel. It's quite rare that we have a patient who heals as quickly as you have.” He looked down at Spike, examining the arm. “And how is the pain?”
“Better than a week ago,” he mumbled.
Dr. Barnes agreed. “Yes, it should be. The muscles in the forearm tend to compensate for the weakness in your shoulder, resulting in more strain. Probably at night is worse?”
Was this guy a doctor or just stupid? Even Ein would know that pain got worse at night, just when you wanted to sleep. He grunted in response.
Dr. Barnes pulled out the medical transmitter from his lab coat and spoke in a short, clipped tone. “Evening dose administer 4mg fentanyl for Room 304-A.” He replaced the chart at the foot of the bed. “Get some rest, Mr. Spiegel.” He turned on his heels abruptly and marched out of the room.
Spike scowled at the doctor's back. Well, that was a waste of a visit, and he still didn't know when he was getting out.
The door opened and Jenny came in. She picked up his medical chart and peered down at the doctor's notes. “Hmmm, everything seems to be good.” She looked up at Spike. “Did Dr. Barnes say when you could go home?”
“He didn't say anything. All he did was order more drugs.” He gave her a dark look. “I don't need more drugs. I just need to get out of here.”
“Your shoulder isn't completely healed, Spike. Maybe in a few more days…” Her voice faded when he growled. “But I'll see what I can do.”
“Yeah,” he grumbled. “You do that.” He sat up with a grimace as pain flowed through his joints. Jenny dashed forward to assist him but he shot her a warning look, and she backed away, hovering from a safe distance. He swung his legs to the floor, leaning too heavily on his injured side when he tried to stand, and grunted from the pain.
“Careful, Spike.” Jenny moved closer.
He waved her away. “I'm fine,” he said irritably. He took a deep breath and tried again. His legs threatened to give way, and Jenny moved in. He leaned against her, hating feeling helpless. “Who would have thought,” he mumbled, “the infamous Spike Spiegel, former bounty hunter and … reduced to leaning on the arms of a nurse. Just shoot me now.”
Jenny laughed. “So your girlfriend is a bounty hunter?”
He scowled. “She's not my girlfriend.”
Jenny raised her brow. “Oh, I thought …”
“Well, you thought wrong,” he said brusquely.
“Okay.” She put her hands up in surrender.
He walked forward gingerly, wincing at the pain as he shuffled into the small bathroom.
“I'll be right outside the door,” Jenny said. “Just yell if you need me.”
“Right,” he scoffed. He managed to pull his boxers down with one hand, not wanting to chance pulling the stitches in his shoulder. He finished up and put down the toilet seat, then leaned into the mirror to examine his face. The hair on his chin was too thick to be called stubble. He scratched at the overgrowth and looked around the tiny space for a razor.
“Jenny?” he called out. The door handled turned and he pressed his palm against the door to keep her from coming in. Just because he was in a hospital didn't mean that he wasn't entitled to a little privacy.
“Everything okay in there?”
“Yeah, I need a razor.”
“Come back to bed and I'll take care of that for you,” Jenny said from the other side of the door.
He leaned his head against his hand. “You're kidding, right?”
She didn't answer.
He let out a long, dramatic sigh and opened the door to let her in. Jenny stood in the doorway chuckling.
“You're not used to this, are you?”
He scowled at her and pushed himself past her to the bed. He refused to grace her with an answer.
* * *
Spike waited for Ronald to bring the car around to the hospital entrance, drumming his fingers against the circular reception desk in the hospital lobby. He hated waiting. He looked behind him, expecting to see Nurse Jenny chasing after him. She had called Soo Ling, who convinced Dr. Barnes to release him a few days early, with the understanding that he return to the hospital in a week's time for an evaluation. For some strange reason, she had assigned herself his 'savior' whose first mission was to “get Spike and Faye back together,” even though he'd told her that she was not his girlfriend. Not even close. He sighed. He really needed a cigarette. He hadn't even been able to sneak a puff – Nurse Jenny had made sure that the pack he kept in his jacket were 'put safely away.' He was already out of breath from being laid up for two weeks and probably couldn't even finish half. But he was perfectly willing to try. He adjusted the sling and clenched his fingers. His left shoulder ached like hell and his fingers were numb. It was going to be a while before he would be able to use the arm. Good thing he was ambidextrous.
 From the corner of his eye he spotted a figure coming from the elevator. He didn't have to look to know who it was. Damn, she sure didn't give up easily.
 “Spike!” Jenny greeted as she walked over to the desk. “I was on the floor making my rounds, and when I got to your room, you were already gone! You weren't planning on skipping out without saying goodbye to me, were you?”
 He suppressed a smile. “Of course not. How could I leave without saying goodbye to my favorite nurse?” He batted his eyelashes at her.
 Jenny laughed. “I'm sure you wouldn't.” She reached out to clasp his hand. “Take it easy, Spike. We'll see you back here in a few weeks.”
 He shook her hand. “Thanks for everything, Nurse Jenny.”
 Ronald came through the revolving doors pushing a wheelchair towards them. Spike gave him a sour look. “I'm not an invalid, you know.”
 “Yeah, I know.” Ronald looked at Jenny, who nodded in agreement.
“Hospital rules.”
He scowled but dropped into the seat, relief flooding into his unused joints.
 “Please give my regards to your lady friend, okay?” Jenny called out as Ronald wheeled the chair around and out the hospital doors.
 
* * *
Spike watched the scenery as they drove down the Tharsis freeway, Ronald darting in and out of traffic with the ease of a racecar driver. “Kid, you're in the wrong profession,” he said as the car careened through a sharp curve.
“So, I'm told,” Ronald said lightly. “But I like a little more stability in my life. Tending bar suits me just fine.”
Spike tried to imagine being forever banned from flying; not the self-imposed grounding that he had placed upon himself. When he decided to pilot the Swordfish again, which he knew would happen sooner or later, all he to do was go to Doohan to reclaim his baby. Even though it had been over a year, he would not give in to the urge; the temptation to rendezvous with the Bebop was too strong.
The car sped along towards the high-rise buildings in the center of the city, passing high-end shops and hotels. His eyebrow twitched in annoyance. “You're going the wrong way,” he said to Ronald. “I don't live on this side of town.”
Ronald chuckled and continued driving. “You do now.”
“What are you talking about?” Spike growled as he gripped the back of the front seat. “Whose bright idea was this?”
“Soo Ling's.”
He took a deep breath. When he was a young upstart with the Dragons, Mao had warned him to tone down his defiant streak around Soo Ling, to do what she asked and he had begrudgingly complied. Mao trusted her, and that had been enough for him. Now, years later, she was still trying to meddle into his affairs, and here he was, still allowing it, as if Mao was still alive. He sighed and looked out the window as the car sped past the patch of high rise buildings. As they neared a tall building of smoked glass windows lined in gilded gold, Ronald slowed the car and pulled in front of the guarded building. The Samora Crown Hotel was surrounded by boutique shops and over-priced cafes frequented by executives and capos alike conducting their wheeling and dealing in the corporate boardrooms of Tharsis while the ISSP turned an organizational blind eye.
Spike looked up at the size of the building and heaved a big sigh.
“Shit, this is where she picked?” He slumped back against the seat. “Let me guess, penthouse, right?”
“Yep.”
Spike closed his eyes. The Samora Crown Hotel was simply not his style. But he bet Faye would like it.
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2010-06-04 10:36 am

Too Many Secrets 10/?

Silent Blues

Been far away for far too long
So far away, so far away


The bullet slammed into his shoulder, and he struggled to hold onto his Jericho as the pain blindsided him. He fired off rounds with the gun in his left hand, until all three gunmen lay dead on the pavement.

He slumped against the building, sliding down until his bottom hit the ground, breathing heavily as he waited for the pain to subside. He had not planned on coming so close to dying today. But, at least he could say that he had achieved his goal.

As he gazed over at the three bodies, an overwhelming exhaustion washing over him. He was coming to the realization that the chains he had built around his heart was not as strong as he had thought; a certain purple-haired femme fatale held the key.

The first time it occurred to him was when he had walked into the Glowing Sun to see her sitting on that bar stool, legs crossed as the hem of her dress rode up suggestively, showing a smooth pale thigh. It wasn't the first time it occurred to him that she was beautiful.

And he just could not erase the memory of the pain he had so callously caused her. He was seriously fucked up, he knew.

His eyes were starting to glaze over from the loss of blood leaking from his shoulder and the thin stream of liquid that trickled down his face. He blinked rapidly against the burning in his eyes and he looked up, seeing not the electric wires traversing across the city, but the lush green of trees on a windy day, someplace in the time of his past.

For a fleeting moment, he thought about how easy it would be to just let it all end here and now.

Is this all that's left? He laughed mirthlessly at what the authorities would think when they found the infamous Spike Spiegel, dead in an alleyway by his own hand. What a fitting end to an otherwise stellar life of crime.

Her image had come to his mind many times in the past six months; the sheen of dark hair brushing across a soft, pale cheek, her face displaying a wistful innocence that she kept hidden unless she was alone, smoking or staring out the porthole into space.

That was the image that appeared before he blacked out; it was that image that prompted him to call Ronald at the Glowing Sun before everything went dark.

***

"Spike!"

Faye shoots up in bed as she is jolted awake. She looks around blindly for Spike until she realizes that it had been just a dream, more like a nightmare. She tries to recall exactly what had happened before she woke up but all she can remember is a hazy dark scene, with dead bodies strewn across the ground, and one of the bodies was Spike's.

But the most disturbing part, the part that bothers her the most, was that the bullet through his brain had been put there by the gun in his hand.

She doesn't know how she knows, but she does. It's as though she can see inside of him, hear his thoughts, feel his guilt.

She swings her feet to the floor, standing in place for several minutes as she tries to shake off the feeling of unease.

"Spike," she whispers. "Where are you?"

She lays down again and presses her cheek against the pillow, and she closes her eyes against the tears, wondering if she can find some way for it not to hurt so much.

***

As consciousness returned, the muffled sound of voices drifted to his ears and he opened his eyes. Then he became aware of two things: the light hurt like hell, and he had a blinding headache that made him want to puke. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to identity of the voices speaking softly in the room.

"… lost a lot of blood … blood type … O negative … two ccs …"

"Where - find … ambushed …"

The smell of ether and the beep of machinery told him that he was probably in hospital.

Here we go again.

The flicker of a smile flashed across his mind, but his heart sank as he realized that he had cheated death yet again. He was finding it hard to remember what had been his last thought before he blacked out.

I - I can't - goddamn it – why can't I remember?

He struggled to open his eyes again, focused on the blurry figures near the bed instead of the pain that was nearly splitting his skull apart. He lifted an arm to rub his head, but was stopped short by the device pinning his arm to the bed.

At the rustling of the sheet, the voices stopped, realizing that he was awake. He could see one of the figures moving towards the bed, accompanied by the smell of flowers.

Faye.
vettac: (Default)
2010-06-04 10:36 am

Too Many Secrets 10/?

Silent Blues

Been far away for far too long
So far away, so far away


The bullet slammed into his shoulder, and he struggled to hold onto his Jericho as the pain blindsided him. He fired off rounds with the gun in his left hand, until all three gunmen lay dead on the pavement.

He slumped against the building, sliding down until his bottom hit the ground, breathing heavily as he waited for the pain to subside. He had not planned on coming so close to dying today. But, at least he could say that he had achieved his goal.

As he gazed over at the three bodies, an overwhelming exhaustion washing over him. He was coming to the realization that the chains he had built around his heart was not as strong as he had thought; a certain purple-haired femme fatale held the key.

The first time it occurred to him was when he had walked into the Glowing Sun to see her sitting on that bar stool, legs crossed as the hem of her dress rode up suggestively, showing a smooth pale thigh. It wasn't the first time it occurred to him that she was beautiful.

And he just could not erase the memory of the pain he had so callously caused her. He was seriously fucked up, he knew.

His eyes were starting to glaze over from the loss of blood leaking from his shoulder and the thin stream of liquid that trickled down his face. He blinked rapidly against the burning in his eyes and he looked up, seeing not the electric wires traversing across the city, but the lush green of trees on a windy day, someplace in the time of his past.

For a fleeting moment, he thought about how easy it would be to just let it all end here and now.

Is this all that's left? He laughed mirthlessly at what the authorities would think when they found the infamous Spike Spiegel, dead in an alleyway by his own hand. What a fitting end to an otherwise stellar life of crime.

Her image had come to his mind many times in the past six months; the sheen of dark hair brushing across a soft, pale cheek, her face displaying a wistful innocence that she kept hidden unless she was alone, smoking or staring out the porthole into space.

That was the image that appeared before he blacked out; it was that image that prompted him to call Ronald at the Glowing Sun before everything went dark.

***

"Spike!"

Faye shoots up in bed as she is jolted awake. She looks around blindly for Spike until she realizes that it had been just a dream, more like a nightmare. She tries to recall exactly what had happened before she woke up but all she can remember is a hazy dark scene, with dead bodies strewn across the ground, and one of the bodies was Spike's.

But the most disturbing part, the part that bothers her the most, was that the bullet through his brain had been put there by the gun in his hand.

She doesn't know how she knows, but she does. It's as though she can see inside of him, hear his thoughts, feel his guilt.

She swings her feet to the floor, standing in place for several minutes as she tries to shake off the feeling of unease.

"Spike," she whispers. "Where are you?"

She lays down again and presses her cheek against the pillow, and she closes her eyes against the tears, wondering if she can find some way for it not to hurt so much.

***

As consciousness returned, the muffled sound of voices drifted to his ears and he opened his eyes. Then he became aware of two things: the light hurt like hell, and he had a blinding headache that made him want to puke. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to identity of the voices speaking softly in the room.

"… lost a lot of blood … blood type … O negative … two ccs …"

"Where - find … ambushed …"

The smell of ether and the beep of machinery told him that he was probably in hospital.

Here we go again.

The flicker of a smile flashed across his mind, but his heart sank as he realized that he had cheated death yet again. He was finding it hard to remember what had been his last thought before he blacked out.

I - I can't - goddamn it – why can't I remember?

He struggled to open his eyes again, focused on the blurry figures near the bed instead of the pain that was nearly splitting his skull apart. He lifted an arm to rub his head, but was stopped short by the device pinning his arm to the bed.

At the rustling of the sheet, the voices stopped, realizing that he was awake. He could see one of the figures moving towards the bed, accompanied by the smell of flowers.

Faye.
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2010-05-26 01:58 pm

Vetta-Drabble Challenge The Third - Here Come The Girls!

Here's my first entry. I figure I may as well start posting, because some of the others might be a little ... late.
 

Nerina Pallot - Lyrics from Sofia

And now I walk these streets like a stranger in my home town,
Learn the language, form the words when I speak.
But he changed me, I’m his ghost since he came around
Now I count the hours, and the days and the weeks…..
In passion and silence,
Every word, every line a measure
It’s the science of the soul.

***

Faye stood in front of the mirror, examining her eyes.

Did they look different, she wondered? She looked closer for any hint of the hurt that she felt inside.

The day he left, these same eyes had cried for him, real tears, plump and wet, rolling down her face like some little girl crying for her mother.

But Faye didn’t have a mother, and her home was gone, long gone.

They were all she had.

And now, looking at those same eyes, she remembered the way his had looked, when he’d stuck his face closer to her than it had ever been before, in all the months that they had shared ship space.

Her heart was breaking, and all he could say was that he couldn’t see, couldn’t see her, couldn’t see anything but the past he had before them.

Faye never cried for anyone, but she cried for him.

You went away just when I needed you.

vettac: (Default)
2010-05-26 01:58 pm

Vetta-Drabble Challenge The Third - Here Come The Girls!

Here's my first entry. I figure I may as well start posting, because some of the others might be a little ... late.
 

Nerina Pallot - Lyrics from Sofia

And now I walk these streets like a stranger in my home town,
Learn the language, form the words when I speak.
But he changed me, I’m his ghost since he came around
Now I count the hours, and the days and the weeks…..
In passion and silence,
Every word, every line a measure
It’s the science of the soul.

***

Faye stood in front of the mirror, examining her eyes.

Did they look different, she wondered? She looked closer for any hint of the hurt that she felt inside.

The day he left, these same eyes had cried for him, real tears, plump and wet, rolling down her face like some little girl crying for her mother.

But Faye didn’t have a mother, and her home was gone, long gone.

They were all she had.

And now, looking at those same eyes, she remembered the way his had looked, when he’d stuck his face closer to her than it had ever been before, in all the months that they had shared ship space.

Her heart was breaking, and all he could say was that he couldn’t see, couldn’t see her, couldn’t see anything but the past he had before them.

Faye never cried for anyone, but she cried for him.

You went away just when I needed you.

vettac: angry (pic#456043)
2010-04-09 12:06 pm
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Drabble #4 - Half a Person

Written for the Bebop Drabble Challenge at [info]fayeandspike community.

Half a Person

Call me morbid, call me pale
I've spent six years on your trail
Six full years of my life on your trail

And if you have five seconds to spare
Then I'll tell you the story of my life :

She was left behind, and sour
And she wrote to me, equally dour
She said : "In the days when you were
Hopelessly poor
I just liked you more..."



I've got a new life now and I don't even think about you.


He chases away the image of emerald green with fury and blood on his hands.

His eyes are cold and dangerous; he’s not the same person she knew. He’s only half alive and sinking deeper into darkness.

There’s a chick who’s been itching to get in my pants, and I can get laid anytime I want, so I don’t need to think about you.

Restlessness rages through him and he chases the vision away with mindless fucking, empty sex.

But every night, after the fury has died away, the restlessness returns. There is something missing, and he sees no light in the darkness of his life. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot chase away the vision of emerald green.

He is lost without her.
vettac: (contrite)
2010-04-06 09:51 am
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Drabble #3 - Well I Wonder

Written for the Bebop Drabble Challenge at [livejournal.com profile] fayeandspike community.

Well I Wonder

Well I wonder
Do you hear me when you sleep?
I hoarsely cry
Oh ...

Gasping - but somehow still alive
This is the fierce last stand of all I am

Well I wonder
Please keep me in mind
Keep me in mind
Keep me in mind


From the couch, a figure was just sitting up, becoming aware of her presence. He looked at her, his expression hidden by the darkness.

She didn’t need the light to know what expression he chose to hide under the shadow of night.

And because he knew that she loved him, he would look everywhere but in her eyes.

No words were spoken, but he would try to show how much he didn’t care, about her, about himself, about anything. He would say with that expression that he didn’t need her or anyone.

But she knew him well enough to know that it was a lie, because those were the times when he needed her the most.
vettac: (contrite)
2010-04-06 09:51 am
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Drabble #3 - Well I Wonder

Written for the Bebop Drabble Challenge at [livejournal.com profile] fayeandspike community.

Well I Wonder

Well I wonder
Do you hear me when you sleep?
I hoarsely cry
Oh ...

Gasping - but somehow still alive
This is the fierce last stand of all I am

Well I wonder
Please keep me in mind
Keep me in mind
Keep me in mind


From the couch, a figure was just sitting up, becoming aware of her presence. He looked at her, his expression hidden by the darkness.

She didn’t need the light to know what expression he chose to hide under the shadow of night.

And because he knew that she loved him, he would look everywhere but in her eyes.

No words were spoken, but he would try to show how much he didn’t care, about her, about himself, about anything. He would say with that expression that he didn’t need her or anyone.

But she knew him well enough to know that it was a lie, because those were the times when he needed her the most.
vettac: angry (pic#456043)
2010-04-06 09:51 am
Entry tags:

Drabble #3 - Well I Wonder

Written for the Bebop Drabble Challenge at [info]fayeandspike community.

Well I Wonder

Well I wonder
Do you hear me when you sleep?
I hoarsely cry
Oh ...

Gasping - but somehow still alive
This is the fierce last stand of all I am

Well I wonder
Please keep me in mind
Keep me in mind
Keep me in mind


From the couch, a figure was just sitting up, becoming aware of her presence. He looked at her, his expression hidden by the darkness.

She didn’t need the light to know what expression he chose to hide under the shadow of night.

And because he knew that she loved him, he would look everywhere but in her eyes.

No words were spoken, but he would try to show how much he didn’t care, about her, about himself, about anything. He would say with that expression that he didn’t need her or anyone.

But she knew him well enough to know that it was a lie, because those were the times when he needed her the most.
vettac: (chillin')
2010-04-06 09:43 am
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Drabble #2 -What Difference Does it Make?

Written for the Bebop Drabble Challenge at [livejournal.com profile] fayeandspike community.

What Difference Does it Make?

All men have secrets and here is mine
So let it be known
For we have been through hell and high tide
I think I can rely on you ... And yet you start to recoil
Heavy words are so lightly thrown
But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you


He had always known that she’d fallen for him, that she thought it would somehow change her, change her life.

He could feel her love pulling him down, and he had to make her believe that he didn’t want to be caught, that he didn’t care.

He couldn’t do it to her, couldn’t let her believe that any hope was possible.

He would always remember her from the times when leaving was furthest from his mind, before the urge to reach for her was so strong that it threatened to kill him alive.
vettac: (chillin')
2010-04-06 09:43 am
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Drabble #2 -What Difference Does it Make?

Written for the Bebop Drabble Challenge at [livejournal.com profile] fayeandspike community.

What Difference Does it Make?

All men have secrets and here is mine
So let it be known
For we have been through hell and high tide
I think I can rely on you ... And yet you start to recoil
Heavy words are so lightly thrown
But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you


He had always known that she’d fallen for him, that she thought it would somehow change her, change her life.

He could feel her love pulling him down, and he had to make her believe that he didn’t want to be caught, that he didn’t care.

He couldn’t do it to her, couldn’t let her believe that any hope was possible.

He would always remember her from the times when leaving was furthest from his mind, before the urge to reach for her was so strong that it threatened to kill him alive.
vettac: (pic#456040)
2010-04-06 09:43 am
Entry tags:

Drabble #2 -What Difference Does it Make?

Written for the Bebop Drabble Challenge at [info]fayeandspike community.

What Difference Does it Make?

All men have secrets and here is mine
So let it be known
For we have been through hell and high tide
I think I can rely on you ... And yet you start to recoil
Heavy words are so lightly thrown
But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you


He had always known that she’d fallen for him, that she thought it would somehow change her, change her life.

He could feel her love pulling him down, and he had to make her believe that he didn’t want to be caught, that he didn’t care.

He couldn’t do it to her, couldn’t let her believe that any hope was possible.

He would always remember her from the times when leaving was furthest from his mind, before the urge to reach for her was so strong that it threatened to kill him alive.
vettac: (chillin')
2010-04-06 09:40 am
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Drabble #1 - Stop Me If You Think You've Heard This One Before

Written for the Bebop Drabble Challenge at [livejournal.com profile] fayeandspike community.

Stop Me If You Think You’ve Heard This One Before

I was delayed, I was way-laid
an emergency stop, I smelt the last ten seconds of life
I crashed down on the crossbar
and the pain was enough to make
a shy, bald Buddhist reflect
and plan a mass-murder
who said I'd lied to her?
who said I'd lied because I never, I never
who said I'd lied because I never

stop me if you think that you've heard this one before

Spike sucked in a breath and fell backwards to the floor as the wind was knocked out of him by a hard punch that landed right in the center of his abdomen. The throbbing pain blurred his vision and he squinted, looking up at her furious face.

“So, would you like to share any more words of wisdom about life?” Faye stood over him, her chest heaving as her foot tapped incessantly against his chest.

Spike thought it was probably best not to answer that question.
vettac: (chillin')
2010-04-06 09:40 am
Entry tags:

Drabble #1 - Stop Me If You Think You've Heard This One Before

Written for the Bebop Drabble Challenge at [livejournal.com profile] fayeandspike community.

Stop Me If You Think You’ve Heard This One Before

I was delayed, I was way-laid
an emergency stop, I smelt the last ten seconds of life
I crashed down on the crossbar
and the pain was enough to make
a shy, bald Buddhist reflect
and plan a mass-murder
who said I'd lied to her?
who said I'd lied because I never, I never
who said I'd lied because I never

stop me if you think that you've heard this one before

Spike sucked in a breath and fell backwards to the floor as the wind was knocked out of him by a hard punch that landed right in the center of his abdomen. The throbbing pain blurred his vision and he squinted, looking up at her furious face.

“So, would you like to share any more words of wisdom about life?” Faye stood over him, her chest heaving as her foot tapped incessantly against his chest.

Spike thought it was probably best not to answer that question.
vettac: (Default)
2010-04-06 09:40 am
Entry tags:

Drabble #1 - Stop Me If You Think You've Heard This One Before

Written for the Bebop Drabble Challenge at [info]fayeandspike community.

Stop Me If You Think You’ve Heard This One Before

I was delayed, I was way-laid
an emergency stop, I smelt the last ten seconds of life
I crashed down on the crossbar
and the pain was enough to make
a shy, bald Buddhist reflect
and plan a mass-murder
who said I'd lied to her?
who said I'd lied because I never, I never
who said I'd lied because I never

stop me if you think that you've heard this one before

Spike sucked in a breath and fell backwards to the floor as the wind was knocked out of him by a hard punch that landed right in the center of his abdomen. The throbbing pain blurred his vision and he squinted, looking up at her furious face.

“So, would you like to share any more words of wisdom about life?” Faye stood over him, her chest heaving as her foot tapped incessantly against his chest.

Spike thought it was probably best not to answer that question.