vettac: (Default)
Title: In This Place
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Character: Spike Spiegel/Faye Valentine
Rating: PG

Faye scanned the room searching for signs of movement. Jet was nowhere in sight, so she figured he was in the bonsai room, his sanctuary for when the stress of boredom became intolerable, or when he was trying to avoid her. The Swordfish was in the hangar, which meant that Spike was somewhere around, and since all he ever liked to do was to sleep, she knew that she could find him in his usual spot.

Faye could see the large feet hanging over the edge of the couch, and she moved forward stealthily. The ship’s engines shifted in response to a pre-programmed command to adjust course, and she froze when the unexpected groan of gears reached her ears. Praying that Spike would not wake up, she stole a glance at his face, watching his eyes for signs of movement. Sure enough, the tell-tale signs of dreaming were evident as she watched the way his eyelids fluttered. She sighed in relief and crept closer, crouching down to look into his face.

More times than she cared to admit, she watched him while he slept. Sometimes she did it to reassure herself that he was still breathing when he was recovering from serious injuries. Other times, it was simply because she liked looking at him, fascinated by the range of emotions that would surface. She knew every phase that played out upon his face.

There was his semi-conscious phase, one ear hearing every word spoken around him, while the other listened to whatever was going on in his own warped brain. Those were the times when his eyes would be appear closed, save for a thin sliver of an opening beneath the lids, and he’d mumble incoherently to her or Jet, a half-truthful, somewhat wistful and completely inaccurate version of what he thought he heard. Those were the times when Faye wanted to pull him into her arms to stroke the sadness away.

During his sneaky-fake-sleep phase, Spike listened to everything going on in the room, storing up tidbits of information to be later used as bribery for a few woolongs or to annoy the hell out of her. He thought he was quite masterful at feigning sleep, and anyone watching him would never even be able to tell. Except for her, that is. Because only she knew that during his fake-sleep phase, his eyelids would flutter just like he was in REM sleep mode. But she had figured out that Spike’s cybernetic eye would flutter out of sync with his natural eye, something that happened only when he was conscious.

Then there was his ignore-Faye-fake-sleep phase, when he would lie on the couch with his eyes closed and his arm draped across his eyes, and pretend to be asleep, knowing that she knew he faking, just to annoy her. If she wanted something from him, whether an answer to a question or a cigarette from his pack, he would launch into the phase, complete with snoring sound effects. During those times, she tried her damndest not to let him provoke her into blowing up and throwing a shoe or an ashtray at him.

Sometimes it worked.

Faye inched closer to his sleeping form, watching for signs of activity. Her hand hovered near his face, then reached over to trace a finger over his cheek, marveling at the feel of the silky stubble against her fingertip. “You would kill me for doing this if you were awake, wouldn’t you?” she whispered, so sure of her knowledge of his sleep phases that she knew he wouldn’t answer him. She talked to him about some of her recently returned memories, and of one in particular, a memory of a rainy Saturday morning, lying on the floor of her bedroom listening to the radio. She told him about how much she had loved to dance, and when one of her favorite songs had queued on the radio, how she had spontaneously grabbed one of her teddy bears to be her dancing partner, the two of them whirling around the room, until the song ended, and they had collapsed to the floor in giddy exhaustion.

***

His eyelids fluttered as Faye’s voice wafted through to his unconsciousness. He focused on her voice, trying to make sense of the words, sliding his eyes open to watch her. He was sure she didn’t know that he was awake, completely lost as she was in her story. The last time, she had told her story to the dog, so apparently she liked relating memories to inanimate objects. He guessed he could count himself in that category.

“… and that was the last time I was ever in my room,” she whispered as she watched the fan above her. “The last time I ever hugged my Velvet bunny, the last time I ever saw my home. ‘Cause the next day was my long awaited trip into space.”

Faye sighed and looked down at Spike, gasping when she realized that his eyes were open.

Their gazes locked.

He watched her with an inscrutable expression, but he remained silent.

“You’re awake,” she muttered, looking away. She wasn’t embarrassed really, she told herself; just annoyed that now he had more ammunition to torture her with. “Did you hear the whole thing?”

She swallowed a lump in her throat. It was completely irrational for her to think that he could ever understand anything about her. He had never asked her anything about her life, and he had never volunteered anything about his.

She leaned against the couch to rise from the floor, but he caught her chin in his fingers and tilted her face toward his.

She gasped as he forced her to look at him. She found herself mesmerized by his eyes as the cybernetic eye fluctuated in varying shades of burnished umber and rust, and she exhaled when a sense of calm overcame her.

Spike leaned in to brush his lips over hers, a whisper of a touch. Her heart pounded in her ears as the unfamiliar pleasure of his caress flooded her mind. He leaned back and looked at her.

“Feeling better now?” he asked, his trademark smirk gracing his lips.
vettac: (Default)
Title: Believe
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Character: Spike Spiegel/Faye Valentine
CD and Song: Until There's Nothing Left of Us – Believer
Rating: PG

I need you to believe in me
'til there's nothing left of us
oh I need you to believe in me

and I'm not running anymore
I'll stand to face it all
I'll fight for every breath
until there's nothing left of us

and oh
I need you to believe


“So, what happened back there?” Faye asked as she followed Spike through the doorway that led to the common room.

They were just returned from a stake-out on Callisto. The bounty was a 10,000-woolong bounty head named Andalf Gandaamen, a smooth-talking small-time criminal wanted for embezzlement of funds from a biotech company. She and Spike had chased him all the way to the frigid crater town of Jumo, where there was nothing to be found except for broken glass and broken lives crushed together in a mucky mess, making them all edgy and irritable. Just before cornering Gandaamen in an abandoned warehouse on the rough outskirts of the docking region, he’d said something to Spike that only the two of them could hear. Whatever was said, it ticked Spike off something good, and it took the strength of both Jet and herself to calm Spike down so that Gandaamen stayed alive long enough for them to collect on the bounty on his head. Afterwards, back on the Bebop, she had asked him about what had happened, but he adamantly refused to talk about it.

“Not now, Faye,” he grumbled in that deep voice of his. His trademark aloofness was surprisingly absent, though she knew that he was deliberately trying to put her off.

“Oh, keep your shirt on”, she retorted, glaring daggers into his back as he shuffled over to the worn yellow couch.

He ignored her and sank down into the cushions and closed his eyes as if preparing for a long nap. After all of the time they’d spent together on this ship, she knew that he was trying to piss her off by ignoring her.

She sat on the steps and pulled a nail file from her pocket. Bounty hunting was hell on her nails and she liked her hands to look good. As she buffed, she looked over at the couch, watching him from under her lashes as he lay with his hands clasped behind his head. He wasn’t sleeping, that she knew.

Spike had his dark side, brooding and uncommunicative, when he even shut Jet out, choosing to lie motionless on the couch, staring up at the ceiling fan as if the answer to life would be found somewhere in those revolving blades. Faye hated it when he was like this, but, she reasoned, life inside a syndicate must have made him like that, living on the front line where showing any emotion or divulging any personal information could cost you your life, or even worse, loss of respect of the others. Since she had known him, he’d never been that much of a talker, and he never told her anything about himself. What little that she did know, she had gleaned from the situations that they had found themselves in during the course of their lives on the Bebop.

Spike didn’t like showing weakness of any kind. Even though he no longer lived the syndicate life, remnants still lived within him, leaving him shell shocked and emotionally damaged. He rarely allowed anyone to get a glimpse of what he held inside. She understood because she could be like that sometimes as well.

She turned her attention back to her nails, stealing a glance every now and then at his face.  When his silence became unbearable, she got up and stomped over to the couch, standing over him. He wasn’t in the syndicate any more, dammit, and his silence was making her angry.

“I want to know right now, what happened to you back there?” she pressed as she waited for him to answer her. When no answer was forthcoming, she leaned forward and sideswiped his head with the flat of her hand, then leaned back on her heels and waited, her hands on her hips.

Spike’s eyes sprung open and he stared up at her in disbelief, a spark of suppressed amusement flaring up in his natural eye. His thin lips curled into a half grin.

“Well?” She demanded tersely. “Spit it out already.”

Spike started to speak, but seemed to think better of it. “Faye, didn’t your mother tell you that patience is a virtue?”

“Idiot,” Faye scoffed. “You know I don’t remember anything from my other life.”

He watched her for a moment. “Yeah,” he said softly, regret battling for its position to replace the aloof expression on his face. He reached up and grabbed her hand, pulling her down to sit next to him.

She glared at him, insult ready to fly from her mouth.

“Give me a break and chill, Faye,” he said, meeting her gaze. He released her arm and leaned back, not breaking eye contact.

Disconcerted, she broke the stare as the retort died on her lips. He obviously was not going to tell her anything, so she chose to ignore him instead. I wonder, she mused as she lost herself in a sudden memory. What would I have been like if I had never gotten on that shuttle?

Instead, here she was some fifty odd years beyond her time, sitting next to a tight-lipped bounty hunter like Spike, who rarely allowed anyone to get a glimpse of what he held inside. She understood because she was like that as well.

She thought back to the day he had left, when she had tried telling him about her returning memories, those fleeting remembrances coming back in incomplete drifts and wisps and the feeling of belonging. Since he came back, she noticed that the boys more often “forgot” to remind her that she was not a part of the crew, and treated her like one of them.

“Stop staring”, Spike mumbled, eyes closed.

“How do you know I'm looking at you?” she snarled, her cheeks reddening. She hadn’t even realized that she had been watching him and she wondered how his senses were so acute even when he looked like he was sleeping.

“You're not a very quiet watcher, Faye,” he retorted, cracking open an eye to peer at her. “I can hear you looking from way over here.” He closed his eyes again. “Me on the other hand,” he continued as he stretched his long legs forward to plop them on the table before him. “I was born to hear all and see all.”

“Yeah right,” she said sarcastically. “As much as you sleep.”

“Don't hate me because I'm better at it than you,” he told her. “Now leave me in peace.”

Faye looked around for something to throw at him. Spying his cigarettes on the table, she grinned. She'd found something better, namely, his nearly full pack that she'd smoke up instead. She cunningly reached over to snag the pack, and jumped when, out of nowhere, his hand slapped down on top of hers.

“No, you don't,” he drawled lazily, sliding the pack out from under her hand.

She glared at him, miffed at not being quicker than him, since she didn't have any more of her own.

“Aww, come on Spike, have a heart and spare me a few,” she whined, trying to wheedle her way into his cold heart.

“Get your own.”

That was when the sweet sense of belonging hit home.

 

Believe

Nov. 15th, 2008 02:30 pm
vettac: (Default)
Title: Believe
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Character: Spike Spiegel/Faye Valentine
CD and Song: Until There's Nothing Left of Us – Believer
Rating: PG

I need you to believe in me
'til there's nothing left of us
oh I need you to believe in me

and I'm not running anymore
I'll stand to face it all
I'll fight for every breath
until there's nothing left of us

and oh
I need you to believe


“So, what happened back there?” Faye asked as she followed Spike through the doorway that led to the common room.

They were just returned from a stake-out on Callisto. The bounty was a 10,000-woolong bounty head named Andalf Gandaamen, a smooth-talking small-time criminal wanted for embezzlement of funds from a biotech company. She and Spike had chased him all the way to the frigid crater town of Jumo, where there was nothing to be found except for broken glass and broken lives crushed together in a mucky mess, making them all edgy and irritable. Just before cornering Gandaamen in an abandoned warehouse on the rough outskirts of the docking region, he’d said something to Spike that only the two of them could hear. Whatever was said, it ticked Spike off something good, and it took the strength of both Jet and herself to calm Spike down so that Gandaamen stayed alive long enough for them to collect on the bounty on his head. Afterwards, back on the Bebop, she had asked him about what had happened, but he adamantly refused to talk about it.

“Not now, Faye,” he grumbled in that deep voice of his. His trademark aloofness was surprisingly absent, though she knew that he was deliberately trying to put her off.

“Oh, keep your shirt on”, she retorted, glaring daggers into his back as he shuffled over to the worn yellow couch.

He ignored her and sank down into the cushions and closed his eyes as if preparing for a long nap. After all of the time they’d spent together on this ship, she knew that he was trying to piss her off by ignoring her.

She sat on the steps and pulled a nail file from her pocket. Bounty hunting was hell on her nails and she liked her hands to look good. As she buffed, she looked over at the couch, watching him from under her lashes as he lay with his hands clasped behind his head. He wasn’t sleeping, that she knew.

Spike had his dark side, brooding and uncommunicative, when he even shut Jet out, choosing to lie motionless on the couch, staring up at the ceiling fan as if the answer to life would be found somewhere in those revolving blades. Faye hated it when he was like this, but, she reasoned, life inside a syndicate must have made him like that, living on the front line where showing any emotion or divulging any personal information could cost you your life, or even worse, loss of respect of the others. Since she had known him, he’d never been that much of a talker, and he never told her anything about himself. What little that she did know, she had gleaned from the situations that they had found themselves in during the course of their lives on the Bebop.

Spike didn’t like showing weakness of any kind. Even though he no longer lived the syndicate life, remnants still lived within him, leaving him shell shocked and emotionally damaged. He rarely allowed anyone to get a glimpse of what he held inside. She understood because she could be like that sometimes as well.

She turned her attention back to her nails, stealing a glance every now and then at his face.  When his silence became unbearable, she got up and stomped over to the couch, standing over him. He wasn’t in the syndicate any more, dammit, and his silence was making her angry.

“I want to know right now, what happened to you back there?” she pressed as she waited for him to answer her. When no answer was forthcoming, she leaned forward and sideswiped his head with the flat of her hand, then leaned back on her heels and waited, her hands on her hips.

Spike’s eyes sprung open and he stared up at her in disbelief, a spark of suppressed amusement flaring up in his natural eye. His thin lips curled into a half grin.

“Well?” She demanded tersely. “Spit it out already.”

Spike started to speak, but seemed to think better of it. “Faye, didn’t your mother tell you that patience is a virtue?”

“Idiot,” Faye scoffed. “You know I don’t remember anything from my other life.”

He watched her for a moment. “Yeah,” he said softly, regret battling for its position to replace the aloof expression on his face. He reached up and grabbed her hand, pulling her down to sit next to him.

She glared at him, insult ready to fly from her mouth.

“Give me a break and chill, Faye,” he said, meeting her gaze. He released her arm and leaned back, not breaking eye contact.

Disconcerted, she broke the stare as the retort died on her lips. He obviously was not going to tell her anything, so she chose to ignore him instead. I wonder, she mused as she lost herself in a sudden memory. What would I have been like if I had never gotten on that shuttle?

Instead, here she was some fifty odd years beyond her time, sitting next to a tight-lipped bounty hunter like Spike, who rarely allowed anyone to get a glimpse of what he held inside. She understood because she was like that as well.

She thought back to the day he had left, when she had tried telling him about her returning memories, those fleeting remembrances coming back in incomplete drifts and wisps and the feeling of belonging. Since he came back, she noticed that the boys more often “forgot” to remind her that she was not a part of the crew, and treated her like one of them.

“Stop staring”, Spike mumbled, eyes closed.

“How do you know I'm looking at you?” she snarled, her cheeks reddening. She hadn’t even realized that she had been watching him and she wondered how his senses were so acute even when he looked like he was sleeping.

“You're not a very quiet watcher, Faye,” he retorted, cracking open an eye to peer at her. “I can hear you looking from way over here.” He closed his eyes again. “Me on the other hand,” he continued as he stretched his long legs forward to plop them on the table before him. “I was born to hear all and see all.”

“Yeah right,” she said sarcastically. “As much as you sleep.”

“Don't hate me because I'm better at it than you,” he told her. “Now leave me in peace.”

Faye looked around for something to throw at him. Spying his cigarettes on the table, she grinned. She'd found something better, namely, his nearly full pack that she'd smoke up instead. She cunningly reached over to snag the pack, and jumped when, out of nowhere, his hand slapped down on top of hers.

“No, you don't,” he drawled lazily, sliding the pack out from under her hand.

She glared at him, miffed at not being quicker than him, since she didn't have any more of her own.

“Aww, come on Spike, have a heart and spare me a few,” she whined, trying to wheedle her way into his cold heart.

“Get your own.”

That was when the sweet sense of belonging hit home.

 

vettac: (cb cowboy bebop spike)

Title: Eyes Wide Open
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Character: Spike Spiegel/Faye Valentine
CD and Song: Until There's Nothing Left of Us – Statues Without Eyes
Rating: PG

Lost and winter's on the way
And the air is craving in
And the streets are crumbling
But you are with me
Under the downtown city lights
We become statues without eyes
Barely audible
We're froze in time
I have you where I want you

Oh and I need to look away
When the jets are overhead
And the storm is closing in
Yeah something is happening
Beneath the modern cold high rise
We become statues without eyes
Stand at attention
They all align
I have you where I want you
Then it all aligns
It all aligns
I have you where I want you
We are statues without eyes
We were statues without eyes
We are statues without eyes


Faye went rigid at the contact and she glanced up at him uncertainly.

"So, Romani, cat got your tongue?" He watched her as his lips curled into a faint smile.

Faye looked away as she tried to pull out of his grasp, but he was quick, trapping her wrists within his hands.

"Once there was a tiger striped cat … " he continued softly, the smile reaching his eyes as he gazed down at her. When he felt her small hands tighten into fists, he knew how much she probably wanted to punch his lights out at that moment. Faye was a little thing, but she had a lot more strength than men gave her credit for; he, however, wasn't one of them. But he made sure that his grip was secure.

Faye glared at him, not believing that he would actually try to subject her to that stupid cat story she'd overheard him reciting to Jet when he thought he was leaving for good. She refused to stay silent through a retelling. She fought the urge to punch something, preferably his face since, unfortunately, her hands were tied up in his.

"What do you want, Spike?" she asked, her eyebrow twitching ever so slightly as she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Come back to the ship."

"Why?"

"I've already told you why."

"Why should I believe anything you have to say?"

"Jet wants you to come back. Believe me, I'm only doing this for him." Spike winced inwardly as he realized he had slipped up. His thoughts drifted momentarily as he wondered to himself why he was even bothering trying to convince her to return. Still, he wasn't the type to back down from a challenge, and he wasn't about to back off now.

"So?" he grinned idiotically and leaned in towards her face.

"So, was that kiss was from Jet, too?" Faye asked testily, tugging slightly to see whether his grip lessened at all. But she had noticed the almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his eye, and knew that she'd thrown him, even if just a little.

She took the opportunity to wrench herself from his grasp, ignoring his surprised protest, and she dashed out of the tavern to retreat to the safety of her ship.



The pod of the Redtail closed with a hiss, and she wearily slumped against the glass as she recalled the mysterious smile he had given her. Something in the way he'd looked at her had made her breath catch, something in the hidden depths of his eyes hinting at something that he wouldn't say.

She could still feel the impact of his mouth, could still remember the feel of his lips against hers. She rubbed her lips with trembling fingers, as if to erase the taste, of cigarettes with a hint of finality, or possibility.

It had scared her. He scared her.

A tap on the pod glass snapped her out of her reverie, and she twisted in her seat to see Spike reaching to knock on the glass again.

"Open up," he mouthed silently, staring at her with an unfathomable look on his face.

She stared back, expressionless, then shook her head as she turned away.

"Open the damn hatch, Faye," he repeated impatiently, knocking harder on the glass.

She knew he wouldn't leave her alone until she did so. Finally she depressed the button, and as the air from the outside wafted into the pod, she closed her eyes and lay back against the seat.

"What?" she asked wearily, suddenly tired of it all, tired of him, tired of trying to figure him out.

"Faye," Spike said, leaning against the open hatch, his hands in his pockets. His voice was muted, as if from somewhere far away."There's something I've been trying to tell you."

Faye listened, her eyes still closed. She didn't really care what he had to say. She needed to get away from him, from the ship, to be somewhere else where she felt in control of her life. She wasn't in control around him. He made her ache, and she was tired of worrying over him, worrying about what he was thinking, worrying about how she felt about him. She didn't want to feel anything for him. She just wanted to move on with her life.

She turned towards him, waiting for him to continue.

He drew in a sigh as he felt her eyes on him.

"When I came back, when I saw you standing there ..." he said, avoiding her eyes. "I thought, why the hell is she still doing here? But then when I looked at your face -- after you hit me -- " he grinned at her as she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

He sighed again and looked down at his shoes, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"When I looked at your face, all I could think was, she's still here. And I was ... I don't know, I ... it felt ... right."

Faye let the meaning of his words sink in. Neither of them knew what to say, each unsure of the other.

Finally, Spike broke the silence.

"So, are you coming back?" he asked, still looking down.

"Yeah," she answered quietly.

vettac: (cb cowboy bebop spike)

Title: Eyes Wide Open
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Character: Spike Spiegel/Faye Valentine
CD and Song: Until There's Nothing Left of Us – Statues Without Eyes
Rating: PG

Lost and winter's on the way
And the air is craving in
And the streets are crumbling
But you are with me
Under the downtown city lights
We become statues without eyes
Barely audible
We're froze in time
I have you where I want you

Oh and I need to look away
When the jets are overhead
And the storm is closing in
Yeah something is happening
Beneath the modern cold high rise
We become statues without eyes
Stand at attention
They all align
I have you where I want you
Then it all aligns
It all aligns
I have you where I want you
We are statues without eyes
We were statues without eyes
We are statues without eyes


Faye went rigid at the contact and she glanced up at him uncertainly.

"So, Romani, cat got your tongue?" He watched her as his lips curled into a faint smile.

Faye looked away as she tried to pull out of his grasp, but he was quick, trapping her wrists within his hands.

"Once there was a tiger striped cat … " he continued softly, the smile reaching his eyes as he gazed down at her. When he felt her small hands tighten into fists, he knew how much she probably wanted to punch his lights out at that moment. Faye was a little thing, but she had a lot more strength than men gave her credit for; he, however, wasn't one of them. But he made sure that his grip was secure.

Faye glared at him, not believing that he would actually try to subject her to that stupid cat story she'd overheard him reciting to Jet when he thought he was leaving for good. She refused to stay silent through a retelling. She fought the urge to punch something, preferably his face since, unfortunately, her hands were tied up in his.

"What do you want, Spike?" she asked, her eyebrow twitching ever so slightly as she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Come back to the ship."

"Why?"

"I've already told you why."

"Why should I believe anything you have to say?"

"Jet wants you to come back. Believe me, I'm only doing this for him." Spike winced inwardly as he realized he had slipped up. His thoughts drifted momentarily as he wondered to himself why he was even bothering trying to convince her to return. Still, he wasn't the type to back down from a challenge, and he wasn't about to back off now.

"So?" he grinned idiotically and leaned in towards her face.

"So, was that kiss was from Jet, too?" Faye asked testily, tugging slightly to see whether his grip lessened at all. But she had noticed the almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his eye, and knew that she'd thrown him, even if just a little.

She took the opportunity to wrench herself from his grasp, ignoring his surprised protest, and she dashed out of the tavern to retreat to the safety of her ship.



The pod of the Redtail closed with a hiss, and she wearily slumped against the glass as she recalled the mysterious smile he had given her. Something in the way he'd looked at her had made her breath catch, something in the hidden depths of his eyes hinting at something that he wouldn't say.

She could still feel the impact of his mouth, could still remember the feel of his lips against hers. She rubbed her lips with trembling fingers, as if to erase the taste, of cigarettes with a hint of finality, or possibility.

It had scared her. He scared her.

A tap on the pod glass snapped her out of her reverie, and she twisted in her seat to see Spike reaching to knock on the glass again.

"Open up," he mouthed silently, staring at her with an unfathomable look on his face.

She stared back, expressionless, then shook her head as she turned away.

"Open the damn hatch, Faye," he repeated impatiently, knocking harder on the glass.

She knew he wouldn't leave her alone until she did so. Finally she depressed the button, and as the air from the outside wafted into the pod, she closed her eyes and lay back against the seat.

"What?" she asked wearily, suddenly tired of it all, tired of him, tired of trying to figure him out.

"Faye," Spike said, leaning against the open hatch, his hands in his pockets. His voice was muted, as if from somewhere far away."There's something I've been trying to tell you."

Faye listened, her eyes still closed. She didn't really care what he had to say. She needed to get away from him, from the ship, to be somewhere else where she felt in control of her life. She wasn't in control around him. He made her ache, and she was tired of worrying over him, worrying about what he was thinking, worrying about how she felt about him. She didn't want to feel anything for him. She just wanted to move on with her life.

She turned towards him, waiting for him to continue.

He drew in a sigh as he felt her eyes on him.

"When I came back, when I saw you standing there ..." he said, avoiding her eyes. "I thought, why the hell is she still doing here? But then when I looked at your face -- after you hit me -- " he grinned at her as she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

He sighed again and looked down at his shoes, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"When I looked at your face, all I could think was, she's still here. And I was ... I don't know, I ... it felt ... right."

Faye let the meaning of his words sink in. Neither of them knew what to say, each unsure of the other.

Finally, Spike broke the silence.

"So, are you coming back?" he asked, still looking down.

"Yeah," she answered quietly.

vettac: (cb cowboy bebop spike)
Title: Girls and Boys
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Character: Spike Spiegel/Faye Valentine
CD and Song: Until There's Nothing Left of Us – Lips Like Morphine
Rating: PG

I want a girl with lips like morphine,
Knock me out every time they touch me.
I wanna feel a kiss just crush me,
And break me down.

Knock me out (knock me out),
Knock me out (knock me out).
Cause I've waited for all my life,
To be here with you tonight.

I want a girl with lips like morphine,
Blow a kiss that leaves me gasping.And I wanna feel that lightning strike me, And burn me down.


Faye looked up at him uncertainly as his words sank in. She opened her mouth to speak, then shut it again. This was unfamiliar territory; Spike admitting to anything was unheard of, and him confessing to her was like a shock to the system. Of the two men aboard the ship, she least expected Spike to be the one to come looking for her – after all, Jet was supposed to be the sensitive one. His words left her feeling vulnerable, and she didn’t like him having that kind of power over her emotions. She couldn't think of anything to say, so she glared at him.


She slid from the stool and turned on her heels to walk away, knowing what his reaction would be when she turned her back on him.

Sure enough, she was stopped in her tracks when he grabbed her wrist, pulling her back. She whirled around to face him, green eyes blazing.

“Don’t walk away from me, dammit,” he growled, tightening his grip.

“Let go,” she snarled, pulling out of his grasp.

“So why the hell did you take off this time?” he demanded, glaring back. “What's wrong with you?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” she snapped back, shoving him vehemently.

Spike stared back at her as he tried not to think about why he’d even gone searching for her. With Faye standing right in front of him with a smug look on her face, he wondered how he ever thought that he needed her. She is the biggest pain in the ass, he thought irritably. He frowned and grabbed her shoulders, trying to shake the answer into her. Faye gave a small grunt of pain until he lessened his grip. He bent down to look into her eyes, his own sudden anger dissolving at the doubt he saw there. She squirmed nervously under his intense stare but boldly kept her eyes locked on his.

“Why can't you just stay on the ship?” he sighed, conscious of how fragile she felt beneath his hands.

“Why can't you answer me?” she murmured as she dropped her eyes and edged away from him.

Spike tightened his grip, preventing her escape, and leaned forward to brush the corner of her mouth with his lips, smiling as she gasped and stared up at him.

“Does this answer your question?” he asked softly and swallowed her surprise with a kiss.


vettac: (cb cowboy bebop spike)
Title: Girls and Boys
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Character: Spike Spiegel/Faye Valentine
CD and Song: Until There's Nothing Left of Us – Lips Like Morphine
Rating: PG

I want a girl with lips like morphine,
Knock me out every time they touch me.
I wanna feel a kiss just crush me,
And break me down.

Knock me out (knock me out),
Knock me out (knock me out).
Cause I've waited for all my life,
To be here with you tonight.

I want a girl with lips like morphine,
Blow a kiss that leaves me gasping.And I wanna feel that lightning strike me, And burn me down.


Faye looked up at him uncertainly as his words sank in. She opened her mouth to speak, then shut it again. This was unfamiliar territory; Spike admitting to anything was unheard of, and him confessing to her was like a shock to the system. Of the two men aboard the ship, she least expected Spike to be the one to come looking for her – after all, Jet was supposed to be the sensitive one. His words left her feeling vulnerable, and she didn’t like him having that kind of power over her emotions. She couldn't think of anything to say, so she glared at him.


She slid from the stool and turned on her heels to walk away, knowing what his reaction would be when she turned her back on him.

Sure enough, she was stopped in her tracks when he grabbed her wrist, pulling her back. She whirled around to face him, green eyes blazing.

“Don’t walk away from me, dammit,” he growled, tightening his grip.

“Let go,” she snarled, pulling out of his grasp.

“So why the hell did you take off this time?” he demanded, glaring back. “What's wrong with you?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” she snapped back, shoving him vehemently.

Spike stared back at her as he tried not to think about why he’d even gone searching for her. With Faye standing right in front of him with a smug look on her face, he wondered how he ever thought that he needed her. She is the biggest pain in the ass, he thought irritably. He frowned and grabbed her shoulders, trying to shake the answer into her. Faye gave a small grunt of pain until he lessened his grip. He bent down to look into her eyes, his own sudden anger dissolving at the doubt he saw there. She squirmed nervously under his intense stare but boldly kept her eyes locked on his.

“Why can't you just stay on the ship?” he sighed, conscious of how fragile she felt beneath his hands.

“Why can't you answer me?” she murmured as she dropped her eyes and edged away from him.

Spike tightened his grip, preventing her escape, and leaned forward to brush the corner of her mouth with his lips, smiling as she gasped and stared up at him.

“Does this answer your question?” he asked softly and swallowed her surprise with a kiss.


vettac: (Default)
Title: Little Girl Found
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Character: Spike Spiegel/Faye Valentine
CD and Song: Until There's Nothing Left of Us – The Collapse
Rating: PG

It's just one of those days where nothing feels right
It's just one of those days
I'm never going home
I walk among the ghosts
Of all my former loves
And all my future selves
This is the final straw
I'll take you by the throat
I'll shake you like a doll
Just feed my starving heart
Lyrics by Kill Hannah, song is The Collapse

Faye looked around for the bartender, raising her perfectly manicured hand for service. She slumped over on her barstool as she waited for him to refill her drink. She didn't know what to do now. She couldn't go back to the ship, not now, not when he was there. She had another dream last night, a memory from her life. She had been happy, vibrant, and she was loved. Then she woke up, and the realization hit her anew that she could never go back, she would never be that happy again.

The bartender refilled her glass, and she impatiently motioned him to remain as she lifted the glass to her lips, downing the contents in one gulp. She raised her eyes to him, waiting for another refill. With an impassive expression, the bartender poured her another, then moved away to tend to his other customers.

Faye took a smaller gulp, morosely returning to her thoughts. She hated when she felt like this, it wasn't like there was anything that she could do to change things. She hated the hopelessness of it all. She remembered reading science fiction as a teen. Well, she was in the future now, why the hell hadn't anyone in this god forsaken time period figure out how to travel through time? Wasn't that what the gates were for? This place was nothing like the worlds she had read about.

She knocked back the rest of her drink, hating herself for remembering. She would have been been better off remaining an amnesiac.

Dimly she heard the sound of the bar door opening. She halfheartedly hoped that one of them would come looking for her, but she didn't hold out too much hope for that. And the curly headed idiot only tolerated her because she made his nightmares disappear. What am I, some kind of stand-in dream catcher? she thought as she reached for her glass, forgetting it was empty. "Just like my life," she mumbled aloud. "Why should I go back there? They don't even like me that much anyway."

"You're wrong," a voice whispered in her ear. Startled from her reverie, she whirled around as the curly headed idiot himself took a seat next to her.

"What the hell are you doing here, following me?" she demanded, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Yes." He gazed at her intently, the mocking smile absent from his face. "I'm here to bring you home."

"Why?" she asked suspiciously, waiting for the punchline.

"I need you," he answered simply.

vettac: (Default)
Title: Little Girl Found
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Character: Spike Spiegel/Faye Valentine
CD and Song: Until There's Nothing Left of Us – The Collapse
Rating: PG

It's just one of those days where nothing feels right
It's just one of those days
I'm never going home
I walk among the ghosts
Of all my former loves
And all my future selves
This is the final straw
I'll take you by the throat
I'll shake you like a doll
Just feed my starving heart
Lyrics by Kill Hannah, song is The Collapse

Faye looked around for the bartender, raising her perfectly manicured hand for service. She slumped over on her barstool as she waited for him to refill her drink. She didn't know what to do now. She couldn't go back to the ship, not now, not when he was there. She had another dream last night, a memory from her life. She had been happy, vibrant, and she was loved. Then she woke up, and the realization hit her anew that she could never go back, she would never be that happy again.

The bartender refilled her glass, and she impatiently motioned him to remain as she lifted the glass to her lips, downing the contents in one gulp. She raised her eyes to him, waiting for another refill. With an impassive expression, the bartender poured her another, then moved away to tend to his other customers.

Faye took a smaller gulp, morosely returning to her thoughts. She hated when she felt like this, it wasn't like there was anything that she could do to change things. She hated the hopelessness of it all. She remembered reading science fiction as a teen. Well, she was in the future now, why the hell hadn't anyone in this god forsaken time period figure out how to travel through time? Wasn't that what the gates were for? This place was nothing like the worlds she had read about.

She knocked back the rest of her drink, hating herself for remembering. She would have been been better off remaining an amnesiac.

Dimly she heard the sound of the bar door opening. She halfheartedly hoped that one of them would come looking for her, but she didn't hold out too much hope for that. And the curly headed idiot only tolerated her because she made his nightmares disappear. What am I, some kind of stand-in dream catcher? she thought as she reached for her glass, forgetting it was empty. "Just like my life," she mumbled aloud. "Why should I go back there? They don't even like me that much anyway."

"You're wrong," a voice whispered in her ear. Startled from her reverie, she whirled around as the curly headed idiot himself took a seat next to her.

"What the hell are you doing here, following me?" she demanded, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Yes." He gazed at her intently, the mocking smile absent from his face. "I'm here to bring you home."

"Why?" she asked suspiciously, waiting for the punchline.

"I need you," he answered simply.

Home

Sep. 23rd, 2007 06:27 pm
vettac: (Default)
Title: Home
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Character: Spike Spiegel/Faye Valentine
CD and Song: Until There's Nothing Left of Us – Crazy Angel
Rating: PG
 

It's serious, I've got to find you
When I start to feel this way
You mesmerize me, all the time
And I'll hold on 'til tonight
But that's too long
'Cause you're an angel
Oh oh, you're an angel
My crazy angel
My crazy angel 

I hold on so hard
And pray that I won't say something wrong
I look at the stars
And dream that the universe was ours

My crazy angel




Hours later, Spike lay sulking on the cot in his too small room, trying to drown out the drone of Jet’s words with his own thoughts. It wasn’t working.

My woman, he scoffed, recalling Jet’s directive that he had to go bring her back. Yeah, right. If Faye had been here to hear that conversation, she would have pitched a fit, and he didn’t need to guess whose head would have been directly in the path of her wrath.

He sat up and swung his legs to the floor, rubbing his head absently with one large hand. Midway through the gesture, he paused abruptly when he realized that it was exactly what Jet would do when he was worried.

Hmmph, I will not go chasing after her., he thought heatedly. She can come home on her own when she’s good and damned ready.

He glanced at the clock on his dresser, noting that it was long after midnight, and she wasn’t back yet. He got up and shuffled to the door. Faye did have a knack for getting into trouble when he and Jet weren’t around. She could have run into something that she couldn’t handle, and her pride being what it was, she’d be too damned stubborn to call for help.

Maybe she was in trouble.

Or maybe she wasn’t planning on coming back.

Well, damn.

Maybe he should just go find her.

 

Home

Sep. 23rd, 2007 06:27 pm
vettac: (Default)
Title: Home
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Character: Spike Spiegel/Faye Valentine
CD and Song: Until There's Nothing Left of Us – Crazy Angel
Rating: PG
 

It's serious, I've got to find you
When I start to feel this way
You mesmerize me, all the time
And I'll hold on 'til tonight
But that's too long
'Cause you're an angel
Oh oh, you're an angel
My crazy angel
My crazy angel 

I hold on so hard
And pray that I won't say something wrong
I look at the stars
And dream that the universe was ours

My crazy angel




Hours later, Spike lay sulking on the cot in his too small room, trying to drown out the drone of Jet’s words with his own thoughts. It wasn’t working.

My woman, he scoffed, recalling Jet’s directive that he had to go bring her back. Yeah, right. If Faye had been here to hear that conversation, she would have pitched a fit, and he didn’t need to guess whose head would have been directly in the path of her wrath.

He sat up and swung his legs to the floor, rubbing his head absently with one large hand. Midway through the gesture, he paused abruptly when he realized that it was exactly what Jet would do when he was worried.

Hmmph, I will not go chasing after her., he thought heatedly. She can come home on her own when she’s good and damned ready.

He glanced at the clock on his dresser, noting that it was long after midnight, and she wasn’t back yet. He got up and shuffled to the door. Faye did have a knack for getting into trouble when he and Jet weren’t around. She could have run into something that she couldn’t handle, and her pride being what it was, she’d be too damned stubborn to call for help.

Maybe she was in trouble.

Or maybe she wasn’t planning on coming back.

Well, damn.

Maybe he should just go find her.

 

vettac: (Default)
[livejournal.com profile] ficalbum One CD, Multiple Stories
Author[info]vettac
CD: Until There's Nothing Left of Us-Kill Hannah
Character/Pairing: Spike/Faye
 
1. Life in the Arctic
2. Believer
3. Lips Like Morphine
4. Black Poison Blood
5. Love You to Death
6. The Collapse
7. Statues Without Eyes
8. Crazy Angel
9. Under the Milky Way
10. Songs That Saved My Life
11. Scream
12. Sleep Tight
Progress: 11/12
vettac: (Default)
[livejournal.com profile] ficalbum One CD, Multiple Stories
Author[info]vettac
CD: Until There's Nothing Left of Us-Kill Hannah
Character/Pairing: Spike/Faye
 
1. Life in the Arctic
2. Believer
3. Lips Like Morphine
4. Black Poison Blood
5. Love You to Death
6. The Collapse
7. Statues Without Eyes
8. Crazy Angel
9. Under the Milky Way
10. Songs That Saved My Life
11. Scream
12. Sleep Tight
Progress: 11/12

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