Authoress: Michelle C.

Date: August 1, 2003

Series: Cowboy Bebop

Disclaimers: Read my other bloody fics!

*****Important*****Note*****: Yes. Faye is purposely made OOC, just in case you were wondering. You'll see why. And the parentheses are not notes unless I say otherwise or it's a bracket instead of parentheses. *****End*****Note*****

A Place Where I Belong

Chapter 5

Stranger

The past two months-maybe it was only two weeks?-were more like a dream to me than a reality. Wait, it might have been two years. But what does it matter. I don't know anymore.
The only thing I do know is that I woke up two (let's just say) months ago in a soft bed in a tiny room. (It's not what you think- honestly!) When I awoke, I found that I didn't remember anything. It was so strange. I didn't know a thing.
That was strange enough by itself, but when a man walked into the room and I tried to sit up, my head completely spun. He rushed over to me and helped me lay back down. With a worried face, he said to me, "Faye, are you all right?"
"Faye?" I managed to say that with my eyes closed. "Is that what my name is?" I smiled. "It's nice. I. I li.like." I said before I fell asleep again.

When I opened my eyes again, the stranger was gone. It was like he took my headache with him, though, so for the moment, I just relished my not-ringing or heavy head.
The first time I woke, it seemed around dusk, or maybe early dawn, but this time, I awoke because of the sunlight streaming it. It touched the deep green comforter that was on top of me as well as the large, white shirt I was dressed in. Do you ever notice how the sunlight seems to always be dirty with small particles of powdery fuzz? Well, I saw the fuzz and the sunbeams danced with it. The dust twirled within the light, seemingly enjoying the floating sensation. I watched the duet, fascinated.
Slowly, I sat up and found my headache not just toned down, it was completely gone, save a slight echoing, empty feeling up there. That's when Mr. Stranger walked back in.
"Faye, you're awake again." It was a statement, not a question, but I nodded anyways. "How are you feeling?" His eyes bore into my own.
'How odd,' I thought. 'His. his eyes are. No, it can't be. It's just the light. How can one eye be darker than the other? That's not possible.' I had just managed to convince myself of that when he came closer to me, proving that, indeed, his eyes were two different shades of amber.
He looked at me kind of oddly so I quickly answered his question. "I'm. I'm all right, though I'd be lying if I said I'm totally feeling well. I'm a bit. stiff," I answered truthfully. I smiled up at him. He was tall.
For a man like him, his hair was quite strange, but oddly enough, I wanted to touch just a lock of it all the same. A blush the color of a pink tinted sakura blossom touched my cheeks because of that strange thought and I looked at my hands in my lap.
Taking my blush as a sign of a fever or something, he put his slender, pale hand on my forehead, causing me to blush further. "I believe you have a slight fever, Faye," he said in a low tone. "So you feel a bit stiff?" he asked me.
I nodded.
He smiled at me and I blushed again. "Well, that's no surprise, Faye." I loved the way he said my name. It was like I was a princess in a fairytale and he was prince or I was Juliet and he was my Romeo, calling out, "Juliet, Juliet, wherefore art thou Juliet."
"You've been asleep for a week and a half. Then you woke up," he said and paused as he saw that I remembered that. "Then you woke up and slept another 3 days." He looked me straight in the eyes again as he said, "What do you remember?"
I was so mesmerized by his eyes and voice that I didn't see how that question could have been strange. We were just talking about how I felt and then all of a sudden, he asked me what I remembered. Well, I told him, "Nothing. Not really. I know the things here," and I gestured at the room, "but I don't remember anything else."
"Do you remember what happened to you? Do you remember know anyone I can. contact?" He had said that so smoothly except for the second sentence, but I soon forgot how he stumbled around the words as if he were making it up as he went because he shot me another of his beautiful smiles.
I also forgot about the urgency in his voice or the strange feeling I received when he asked about he people I knew. I did know some people. but were they real, or from the dreams that I had during the last two weeks sleeping? 'That must be it,' I thought, satisfied that I wasn't imagining I knew people I really didn't except in my dreams. 'I probably just remember people from my dreams. My dream companions. It just had to be it. I mean, honestly, what kind of redheaded 13-year-old girl wears her hair in an afro and bounces around like a maniac? And what kind of bald guy talked to his bonsai trees? It was insane! And the strangest, yet most intriguing of my "dream companions" is a guy named. Oh, what was his name? He had the strangest hair. Green. In an afro. and he was Caucasian. I think he said he was from Mars and was in love with an angel-devil.' I shook my head. "No," I said slowly, averting my eyes from his carefully. "I don't remember anyone or anything about myself. I don't remember anything except for. well, things. I know this is this is a telephone and there's a TV," I said and pointed to each thing in turn.
The man laughed. "I believe you when you say you don't believe anything because this," he said and went over to the telephone and picked it up, "is a thermometer." The thing extended and popped into my mouth. It made a beep and then came out of my mouth. "Well, we know your temperature's normal now," he said and chuckled. "And this," he said as the television started beeping too, "is a laundry machine." What I took for the screen of the TV popped forward and a small bundle of clothes burst out of it.
I stared in shock at everything. "But. but." I stuttered.
Then the man asked me a strange question. "What year is it, Faye?"
I answered his question with another question, "What kind of question is that?"
"Just answer the question, Faye," he said roughly. Then, just as sudden as his attitude changed, it bounced back. "Please?" He smiled again.
"Nineteen-ninety-one," I said, confused.
I heard him say something like, "It worked," under his breath so I asked what it was he said.
He grinned at me and said, "Nothing. It's not important. All you need to do is focus on getting better now." He said it so sweetly I just had to smile. "Now get some rest. After 2 weeks of not moving, you'll be feeling tired after this."
I nodded, though I was by no means tired and he walked out the door. "Wait," I called after him. He paused by the doorway and looked back in. "What's your name?"
He said in his low voice, "Just call my Gren."

Haha. I so evil! Cliffy *grinz* I can't believe that I posted this already, though! I just posted the other chapter about. 10 hours ago O.o; That's bizarre, even for me. Especially for me Lolz. Well, I hope I don't get any complaints. I updated 2 chaps in 2 days. I can post one more chapter tomorrow (maybe) but that'll be all my ideas at the moment. (No, I didn't wrote 2 whole chaps in 2 days. I had ideas for them already. An outline, if you will. ) And I'm babbling. Alright. I'll shut it now Lolz. It's about 3am and I am TIRED! So ja ne, all! ^ ^