Author: Rissilla PM
It happened exactly three years and two-hundred and sixty-five days after she had left the Bebop. She usually never counted insignificant things; however, as cold and rainy as it had been on that September afternoon, the number of days she had been alone before she saw him smack-dab in the middle of the crosswalk of Etna and Jefferson, didn't matter anymore.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama - Faye V. & Spike S. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 4,531 - Reviews: 31 - Favs: 16 - Follows: 32 - Updated: 01-11-13 - Published: 08-27-12 - id: 8471726
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DISCLAIMER:I wish that I owned Cowboy Bebop; however, I do NOT! Spike and Faye would be doing it all the time if I did.
Author Notes: Thank you all for the reviews! I was so happy to get some awesome feedback. I'm going to make a soundtrack later on for my story so you don't have to read it in silence. Enjoy Chapter Two!
Slowly, she turned in her seat to look out the window, her hand releasing the comm., and it crashed onto the table knocking over her coffee and ruining her pie. Jumping to her feet, she bolted to the diner door, her purse and umbrella left at the table as Stacy yelled at her that she didn't pay her bill. But she didn't care. Here and now she was standing in front of a ghost or a man that is still alive.
"Yo." He says, standing there, comm. link in hand, and that smirk that almost breaks her heart all over again.
Session 2: Coffee & Cigarettes
Somehow, they found themselves sitting in that same ugly blue booth she had been sitting in earlier. The ruined pie and coffee stains has been cleaned while she was outside, standing in the rain with the dead man. When she returned with a new guest following behind her, the waitress smiled, and then winked. It was as if she already knew the whole story, already seen this story play out before; however, they doubted that the waitress knew their story. A story completed with lies, betrayal, syndicates', and words left unsaid. Words that laid heavy on her chest as she stared at the breathing man in front of her and all she could think about was having a cigarette. Well, that wasn't all she was thinking, another thought also kept repeating itself in her mind.
She stared into her off-white coffee mug; the murky drink had been keeping her hands busy as she listened to him explain his story of survival. So far she had only caught bits and pieces, not because she didn't want to hear it, but because he was sitting here in front of her. He looked the same, but different. He looked older, but not any the wiser. His presence shook her to the core; yet, she was surprising not angry, she was more scared than anything. He had appeared in front of her as if it was nothing.
"- after that I woke up on the Bebop." He took a giant spoon full of cheesecake into his mouth, "Jet told me later that one of his ISSP buddies recognized me and called him with my whereabouts."
She smiled slightly as he stuffed another helping of dessert, "I take it there's no food on the Bebop?"
"I wouldn't know."
That caught her by surprise, tilting her head; she raised a sharp eyebrow, "You wouldn't know? I thought you were still on the Bebop?"
His mouth curved, "That proves that you, Romani, were not paying attention."
Romani. Her eyes softened at the nickname. Unlike her other nicknames, Poker Alice or Queen of Hearts, she would always have a soft spot for Romani. Placing her chin in her hand, she smiled that mischievous smile, "I can't be stuck in one place for long, remember Gaucho, it'll kill me."
He met her gaze, "And if I remember correctly I'm a bumpkin that doesn't know which way it up."
The empty diner was then filled with laughter of two star-crossed people. She could not remember the last time she actually laughed with someone like this. When their laughter died out, he watched her as she pulled herself to together, and fixed her hair. She still was the same Faye. Clothes might have changed into something more modest, but her personality was there and it was as strong as ever. Then her voice broke through the small silence.
She studied his face as he took another drink of coffee. He had a few scars that weren't there before, but they were so faint that you wouldn't notice. His right eye was still a different color; it was somehow comforting to know that he didn't change it.
"Seems like it."
'Seems like it?' Her eyes narrowed slightly at his statement. That's all the explanation he was going to give her, "Well, where have you been? Where did you go?"
"I told you I was going to see if I was really alive." His face suddenly darkened and he was staring down at her left hand, "I woke up from dreaming a long time ago."
She followed his gaze to her hand, a pain of guilt shot through her body as she look down at the Peruzzi cut sapphire diamond. Her mind began racing of the man she was about to marry. She pulled her hands off the table and placed both of them in her lap and out of his view. He noticed the pick rushing to her face.
"Who's the lucky guy?" He asked with a slight monotone.
She fidgeted in her seat, "Dr. Herald Zickafoose, he is the head surgeon at Tharsis Medical."
Why did she feel like she was bragging? She should be happy to announce that she was finally settling down. Giving up the gambling and bounty hunting to have a family to call all her own. What was wrong with her? As soon as she seen Spike's face out on the street, she forgot everything about Herald, about the wedding, and about her future.
"A doctor, huh?" He finished off his coffee and cheesecake, "Romani, you are still full of surprises. What happened to 'you can't be stuck in one place for long or it would kill you?"
She met his gaze; his eyes always seemed to make her breathless. Herald was the complete opposite of Spike. Herald had light blonde hair and blue-grey eyes; he was like a knight in shiny armor. Spike had deep brown eyes that didn't match, but they were just right on him and saggy unkempt dark hair; he was a pirate look for another fight. Two complete different men, yet they both somehow weaved their way into her life. How lucky was she? A knight in shiny armor and a pirate; what could go wrong?
"You finally ready to stop running?"
She shook her head at his words, "Yeah, I'm standing still."
He pushed himself up from the booth and smiled down at her while throwing a few woolongs on the table for the tip, "I could never stand still."
"I know." She stood as well, She hated the thought of this moment ending, but everything good always had an end. Grabbing her umbrella and purse, she tilted her head at him, "Do you really not live on the Bebop anymore?"
"I still do." He smiled, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket, "I just haven't been there in a week while look for a bounty."
After paying the bill, they stood outside in the rain under her umbrella and his fluffy coat tucked under his arm. They were once again in silence, which he broke, "Well, I'll see you around, Romani."
"Yeah," Her feet stayed planted to the ground, "I'll be Faye Zickafoose next time you see me."
"That's a terrible thought." He mumbled as he lit his cigarette, "That name is awful."
She laughed, "Well get use to it. God knows I have too"
He chuckled and went to move, but he stopped. Taking one last drag of his cigarette; he placed the nicotine stick between her lips, "Take care, Faye."
She hesitated as he started to walk away, "See you around, Gaucho."
With that, they went their separate ways. His hands tucked into his pockets and her lips warped around the cigarette he had given her. How was she going to explain to her roommates why she smelled like cigarettes after not smoking for the last two years?
"Spike, you're back!"
"Didn't get the bounty?"
Session Three: The Color Yellow
"I got sidetracked"
Alright, not sure how everyone will take this chapter, but I hope you enjoy it! I promise I will start speeding up my updates, but forgive me I was out of town for two weeks, so that is why I didn't update. It might be short…again, but I will make the next chapters longer…or try too xD