AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the final chapter... again by me, Ry Senkari. ^_^ I just wanna thank NessacusGirl, for writing the first 10 chapters and saving me a lot of trouble (you're a great writer, and ya really need to start writing again! ^_^) and to all of the loyal readers who reviewed and showed their support! Now... the exciting conclusion!
(Chapter 13: Come Back)
The Bebop cruised closer and closer to Mars, hovering over the planet's surface and scanning the planet for any signs of its two wayward souls, Spike and Faye.
"Found 'em yet?" Jet asked, steering the ship while Ed and Gabby gazed out at the cityscape.
"Edward sees no sign of Faye-Faye or Spike-person," Edward said, peering back and forth, her right hand raised up to her forehead.
"I haven't found anything either," Gabby stated sadly. "We'll keep looking, though."
"C'mon, Spike,"Jet thought. "Bring Faye home so we can get the heck outta here."
"I said, where is Faye Valentine staying?" Spike shouted at the receptionist who was sitting behind her desk in the lobby of the hotel.
"I told you, the residents of that room have requested not to have their whereabouts disclosed," the receptionist, a pale-looking, neatly dressed old woman with grey hair said. "If you don't leave, I'll have to call security."
"Dammit, this is an emergency!" Spike shouted, pounding his fist on the receptionist's desk, causing her to gasp. "Faye could be in serious trouble if I don't get to her right away!"
"And you're going to be in serious trouble if you don't calm down, sir," the receptionist said, picking up the receiver of the service phone on her desk. "I don't mean to be rude, but-"
Spike took out his gun and pressed it to the woman's temple.
"I'm sorry I have to do this, but I have to see Faye Valentine right now," Spike said. "And if you don't tell me where she's staying, something very, very bad could happen, get my drift?"
The elderly woman began to tremble. She put down the phone and typed in a few things on her computer.
"Room 748," the woman said nervously. "But there's only one keycard, and you won't be able to get in without it...."
"I don't need a keycard," Spike said, putting away his gun and walking toward the elevator. "Sorry to trouble you."
Spike entered the elevator. As the door closed, the woman picked up the phone's receiver again.
"Security, we have a situation," the woman said calmly.
"So what ARE you going to do to me?" Faye asked, her voice rather cocky, but containing a hint of fear, lying on the bed and staring up at Miles, who was standing at the foot of the bed. "Kill me? I'll just run away from you the first chance I get, you know. And it's obvious you really don't want to kill me, because if you did you'd have done it already."
"Why don't you just shut your damn mouth," Miles said, the rifle still pointed at Faye's head. "You couldn't get away from me if you tried. What with your hands busted up like they are."
"It was worth it," Faye said, chuckling slightly. "It's not like my legs are busted any."
"Well, we'll have to change that," Miles said, slamming the butt of the rifle into Faye's knee as hard as he could. The blow was accompanied by a sickening crack and a loud, piercing scream.
"AAAAAAAAAAARGH!" Faye screamed, her hands immediately going to her right knee, which had been shattered almost instantly by Miles' vicious attack. He lunged forward and smacked her hard across the face.
"Shut up!" Miles shouted. Tears began welling up in Faye's eyes as she clutched her broken knee, biting her lower lip as the pain surged through her leg.
"Why.... did you.... do that?" Faye groaned painfully, looking up at Miles and trembling.
"So you couldn't run away," Miles said, frowning. "You shouldn't have even threatened to do it. You made me do that, Faye."
Tears streamed down Faye's cheeks. Suddenly, there was a quiet knock at the door. Miles turned around, pointing his gun at the door and rudely addressing the person outside.
"Who the hell is it?" Miles shouted. "Go away. We're busy here."
"It's the delivery man," Spike said, his voice muffled by the door. "I've got a package for Faye Valentine."
"Is that... is that Spike?" Faye thought, grimacing in pain. "Spike, what are you doing here? How did you find me? Why did you even come out here?"
"We didn't order any packages," Miles said, starting toward the door. "Get out of here right now."
An even louder knock on the door caused Miles to growl in frustration. He walked over to the door and put his hand on the knob, his other hand holding the rifle.
"I said GO AWAY," Miles said through gritted teeth.
"This package really needs to be delivered," Spike said casually. "My boss said that I'll get fired if I don't deliver it."
"Tell your boss that I said go to hell," Miles said angrily.
"Well, the hotel manager gave me this second keycard," Spike lied. "If you won't open the door, I'll just have to come in there and give this package to Ms. Faye Valentine."
"Dammit!" Miles cursed, throwing open the door and pointing his rifle at Spike. "YOU'RE GONNA DIE!"
Faster than Miles could see, Spike kicked the rifle out of his hands, then lunged forward and punched him hard in the face, causing him to stumble back and trip over the rifle, falling flat onto his back. Faye turned around and sat on the bed, holding her injured knee and looking at Spike.
"Boy, am I glad to see you!" Faye said, smiling. She immediately frowned. "But why are you here, anyway?"
"I came to ask you something," Spike said. "You see-"
Miles crawled up off the ground and punched Spike in the stomach.
"Dammit, how DARE you barge in here!" Miles shouted, clearly enraged. He lunged at Spike, but Spike, only momentarily stunned by Miles' punch, leaped backward, causing Miles to miss Spike entirely and nearly fall to the ground again. Spike jumped up and kicked Miles in the chest, causing him to fly back onto the bed.
"Faye, are you alright?" Spike asked, turning to Faye and noticing that her face was covered in bruises, her lip was bleeding, her knuckles were badly banged up, and she was holding her right knee.
"Do I look alright to you?" Faye snapped. "I'm alive, aren't I?"
Miles groaned and rolled off the bed, weakly climbing to his feet again.
"Who are you, a bounty hunter or something?" Miles asked, groaning from the pain caused by Spike's punches and kicks.
"Well, what do you know, you got it right the first time," Spike said, smiling. "But I'm not here for you, although I'm having lots of fun kicking your ass. I'm here for Faye."
Faye gasped. Spike turned to her and took her hands in his. She began to pull away, but the look on Spike's face told her that he wasn't here to capture her. It was one of gentleness and sympathy, and a little bit of sadness.
"Faye... I've really missed you since you left the Bebop... we all have," Spike said with sincerity, looking into her eyes. "I still don't understand why you left, but now I don't care... I just..."
"Spike, you know why I...." Faye started, before she had to blink a tear from her eye. "No, he didn't... I never... never told anyone, not even Gabby... or Spike... None of them... why did I leave? I thought I knew, but now..."
On the floor, Miles had been slowly crawling, his hand reaching for his rifle, still sitting by the bed.
"Faye, I just want you to... come back, Faye," Spike said quietly.
"Hmm?" Faye replied. "You..."
"Come back," Spike said, the look on his face begging Faye to return to the Bebop. "Please..."
Miles stood up. He pointed his rifle at Spike's side. Faye gasped.
"Spike, look out!" Faye shouted desperately.
But before Spike could turn around, Miles fired the rifle, shooting Spike in the side and blasting him clear off the edge of the bed. He hit the wall and slid to the floor, blood pooling beneath him.
"SPIKE!!!" Faye screamed, ignoring her own pain and crawling to the edge of the bed to look at the fallen Spike. Miles smiled a sinister grin.
"That's the end of him," Miles said, turning back to Faye and grinning at her, showing his teeth. Faye let out an angry yell and started to lunge at him, but the pain in her knee was far too severe. She collapsed to the bed in a fetal position, tears streaming down her face.
"Spike... all he wanted was for me to come back..." Faye sobbed. She looked up at Miles angrily. "You bastard! You killed him!"
"Shut up," Miles said. He pointed the rifle at Faye. "Take off the dress."
"What?" Faye gasped, half-sobbing and half-yelling.
"You heard me," Miles said. "Take it off."
"Oh no,"Faye thought. "He already killed Spike... I won't let him do this to me! I'm stronger than that... that bastard, he killed Spike... I mean, I didn't... didn't.... Spike was my friend! He was more than that, he was my comrade! We went after so many bountyheads together, we've bailed each other out..."
"Take off the dress, or I'll do it for you," Miles said impatiently.
"It's pretty damn hard to take off anything with a broken knee, you know," Faye growled, slowly beginning to remove the dress. "Hold on a minute."
"Swooooooooookie!" Edward shouted, pointing down toward the parking lot outside the large hotel where Faye and Miles were staying. "It's the Swooooooordfishie! And the Redtail too!"
"Really?" Gabby said, looking down at where Edward was pointing. "Jet, look!"
"I see!" Jet said, smiling. "Well I'll be..."
Jet began to lower the Bebop down toward the parking lot.
Miles grinned as Faye slowly took off the fancy black dress, pulling it down over her body under she was left sitting on the bed in her lacy white undergarments.
"There, asshole," Faye spat, still glaring at Miles. "You happy?"
"Very," Miles said. "I guess I've never really told you how beautiful you look until now."
"Well, now's a WONDERFUL time," Faye said sarcastically, still retaining the angry glare on her face. Miles' eyes glanced down to her feet, still in the fancy high-heeled shoes she had bought a couple of days ago.
"Don't those need to come off?" Miles asked.
"I'm getting to it," Faye said. "Now's my chance..."
Faye began to remove the heels. As she was removing the heel from her injured right leg, she made her move, using all of her strength and kicking Miles hard in the chin. He yelped out in pain and dropped the rifle, which Faye quickly grabbed and pointed and Miles' neck. Miles gasped.
"It's been fun, Miles," Faye said, her teeth clenched.
Miles was cut off by a loud, booming shot, tossing Faye back onto the bed. The rifle fired its round right through Miles' neck, killing him instantly. He fell to the ground, his lifeless body hitting the floor next to Spike. Faye dropped the rifle onto the floor and began breathing heavily, just as several security guards rushed into the room.
"What's going on here?" one of the security guards shouted, seeing Faye lying on the bed. The other security guards ran over to the downed Miles and Spike.
"Spike... Spike...." Faye gasped, looking up at the ceiling. "You've gotta help Spike..."
"One of them still has a pulse!" said another security guards, turning to the others.
"Who is it?" Faye gasped, trying to sit up.
Paramedics rushed into the room, followed by Edward, Jet, and Gabby.
"Why are the doctor-people here?" Edward asked, watching the paramedics run over to Miles and Spike, carrying stretchers. Upon seeing Faye, she gasped. "Faye-Faye!"
"Faye, what the hell happened here?" Jet yelled, looking around at the security guards and paramedics who had gathered in the room.
"Jet, she's been through a lot!" Gabby scolded. "Let her rest..."
The paramedics lifted Spike onto a stretcher and carried him out of the room. Jet, Edward, and Gabby all looked on as the paramedics put Faye onto the other stretcher.
"You guys need to help Spike," Faye said weakly as the paramedics started to carry her out of the room. "And throw that dress away, I don't want it."
"Finally awake, eh, lunkhead?"
Spike's eyes slowly opened to see Faye, sitting next to him in a chair. He immediately noticed that he was lying on a couch, his midsection heavily bandaged. Faye was once again wearing her familiar yellow vest, yellow shorts, and red jacket. She smiled at him.
"Where.... am I?" Spike asked, looking around.
"The Bebop," Faye said. "The doctors spent seven hours getting that rifle slug out of you. It punctured your lung, you know. They said you wouldn't make it. You don't have amnesia, do you?"
"You... came back," Spike said, relieved.
"Where was I supposed to go?" Faye said, frowning. "They found out about all those people I killed, and now there's a bounty on my head. It's not a very big one, though, but Jet said I'd better lay low for a while."
"You're not gonna leave, are you?" Spike asked, sitting up and looking into Faye's eyes.
"Well, maybe once the heat dies down," Faye said. "There's nothing for me here..."
She sighed, looking down.
"There's nothing... for me anywhere," Faye said sadly, looking down at the floor. "Miles just used me... men are all like that. Well, most of them, anyway..."
"Faye, I've got a confession to make..." Spike said, his face moving closer to hers. "When you left... well... you don't really know what you have until you lose it... I took you for granted, and..."
Faye's eyes widened.
"Spike..." Faye said softly.
"Faye, I... I love you," Spike said, smiling and taking her hands in his. "I know I do... it's not like I loved Julia, either, it's different... a different kind of love, it's-"
"Spike, I don't know what to say," Faye said, turning her head away from him. "Why didn't you tell me, Spike! Why didn't you tell me before I left?"
Tears began to pool in Faye's eyes. Spike gently reached toward her face, his hand softly touching her cheek. He began to turn her face back around toward his. One of Faye's tears slid down his hand.
"I'm so sorry, Faye..." Spike said. "I didn't... I didn't know... I guess I was still trying to get over Julia, and it was clouding the way I felt about you... it wasn't able to come out until you left..."
"It's gonna go away now that I'm here, Spike," Faye said. "You don't really love me. You're using me as a substitute for Julia, just like Miles used me as a pawn!"
"Faye, you're completely different from Julia," Spike said. "You're strong and gentle at the same time, you're always so laid-back about everything, you.... you're beautiful, Faye. And I can't explain how..."
Faye began to sob, turning back toward Spike. More tears came down her face.
"What happened, Faye?" Spike asked. "What did that bastard... what did he do?"
"Spike, you don't want to hear...."
"You can tell me anything, Faye," Spike said sympathetically. "I promise I'll listen..."
"Spike," Faye said, smiling. "You really..."
"It's done! It's done!" Edward shouted happily, running into the room. "Looky looky see what Gabby and Jet-person made!"
Spike got up from the couch, standing up and stretching out his arms.
"You can stand?" Faye said in shock, standing up next to him. "But you got shot!"
"I'm tougher than that, Faye!" Spike said, smiling to her. "C'mon, let's go see what Gabby and Jet have been up to."
Faye smiled back.
"I'm glad you're okay, Spike..." Faye said, smiling slightly. The two followed Edward into the kitchen, where Gabby and Jet were standing next to the table, on which sat a large cake with pink frosting and blue letters that read "Get Well Soon, Spike".
"We made you a cake!" Gabby said happily. "It says 'get well soon', but it looks like you're feeling a lot better already!"
"I'll probably feel even better when I get some of this cake into me," Spike said.
"It's chocolate," Jet said. "Faye's 'Welcome Back' cake was strawberry, so I hope you're not mad about missing out or anything."
"That's okay," Spike said, reaching down and cutting himself a large piece of cake. "You want any, Faye?"
"Well, I should probably watch my figure," Faye said, smiling. "Oh, what the hell."
Faye reached over and picked up Spike's piece of cake with a knife, placing it onto her own plate.
"Hey...." Spike said, turning to Faye. "That was mi-"
Faye shoveled a large piece of cake into Spike's mouth.
"There, yours," Faye said slyly. Edward, Jet, and Gabby began laughing.
Later that day, in the living room of the Bebop, Faye and Spike were standing next to the couch, while Jet, Gabby, and Edward were cleaning up in the kitchen.
"That was a pretty good cake," Spike said, rubbing his stomach. "I think I ate too much of it, though."
"Now don't you wish you'd have let me have your piece?" Faye asked. She started to walk toward the kitchen. "I'd better go help Jet and Gabby clean up... Ed's been really wild lately."
"Faye...." Spike said, reaching out to her as she left. "Are you..."
"I've decided to stay, Spike," Faye said, turning back toward him. "My friends are here... Edward, Gabby, Jet.... and you, Spike."
Faye walked over to Spike.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you before," Faye said apologetically. "When you said you loved me... I over-reacted. I was still a little stressed out about what happened with Miles and me..."
"I understand," Spike said. "It's not your fault, Faye."
"Thank you, Spike," Faye said. "You risked your life for me, and I still haven't even repaid you for that...."
"Spike, I've got something to tell you," Faye said. "I never thought you'd come after me after I left... I was so stupid-"
"Faye, you're not stupid," Spike said softly.
"Right then, I was," Faye said. "It was stupid to leave my friends, and it was stupid to...."
"It was stupid... what I'm trying to say...."
Faye embraced Spike.
"I love you too, Spike," Faye said. "Thank you for always being there."
"Thank you, Faye," Spike said, leaning in to kiss Faye. "Thank you for coming back."
"Spike-person, Faye-Faye, Gabby and Jet won't help Edward!" Edward said, walking into the room. "They're too busy kiss...."
Faye and Spike were locked in a sweet, tender kiss.
"....ing," Edward said, watching Spike and Faye. "Jet! Gabby! Come quick!"
Spike and Faye stopped the kiss and turned toward Edward.
"Should we...." Faye said, looking at Edward.
"Nah," Spike said. "Can't let them think they're only couple around here."
That's it! ^_^ Yaaaaaaay! Spike and Faye are in love... and that's the end of Come Back! Again, I'd like to send a shoutout to all the reviewers, as well as NessacusGirl, a wonderful writer in her own write! Er, I mean right. ^_^ Hope you enjoyed the story!