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sabinelagrande) wrote2005-11-24 12:44 am
sabinelagrande) wrote2005-11-24 12:44 am
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And yet more fic
Title: Message
Summary: Spike gets a package, and things fall apart.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 540
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, AU, mentions of character death
Pairing: Spike/Faye, Spike/Julia
A/N: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30_kisses. Probably not my best work, a pseudo-follow-up to Night Walk. Set after Jupiter Jazz II but before Speak Like A Child.
They were on Mars when it all fell apart. An anonymous man in an anonymous black suit appeared at the dock. He left a long thin box addressed to Spike in Jet’s care and rushed off as if he was afraid of it. Jet looked over the package suspiciously, but nothing seemed wrong about it.
Spike was lying on the couch, attempting to nap. Faye had pushed his legs off and was sitting at the end of it, trying to find something interesting on the television.
“Package for you,” Jet grunted, handing him the box.
“Hope it’s food,” Spike said, sitting up. He took the package and peered at the card.
“Hope it’s money,” Faye replied. “Looks like flowers. Who’d want to send a lunkhead like you flowers?”
Spike ignored her and lifted the top off of the box. A single white rose lay on the crumpled paper.
“For purity?” Faye said, smirking.
“For silence.” He lifted the flower from its wrapping and immediately dropped it. The back side of the bloom, now exposed, was covered in a rust colored stain. He’d heard of messages like this, back when he was in the Red Dragons. Jet understood, too, and put a hand on Spike’s shoulder.
Trembling, he pulled the note out from under the flower. When Spike read it, all his nightmares came true.
“Julia,” he managed. “He found her first.”
Faye gasped in comprehension, but Spike didn’t hear her. It felt like he’d been shot in the stomach, like there was a gaping hole in him, burning his insides.
“I have to go,” he said, standing up. “I have to find him.” He stalked back to his room.
Faye followed. “What, now?” She was still on his heels when he entered the room. Hurriedly, he threw on his coat and shoes. Next was the overcoat, still packed with grenades and extra ammunition.
“It’s a summons,” Spike told her. “Vicious killed her, and now I have to settle with him, once and for all.”
“Don’t go,” Faye half-shouted. “It’s probably just a trap. It doesn’t have to be like this.”
He rounded on her. “This is how it ends,” he told her. “This is the way it goes, and you or I can’t stop it. You knew it would come down to me and Vicious.”
She shook her head tiredly. “You stupid, stupid bastard.”
There was too much to tell her, but he found himself unable to breathe, much less speak. He wanted her to know everything, but there were no words. Spike had played the scenario out in his head a dozen times- how to tell her, what to say, just how to explain- but he wasn’t expecting this.
He leaned forward and kissed her. It was desperate and quick, and he knew instantly that it was wrong. Spike didn’t even know why he’d tried.
She broke away and slapped him hard, but he could barely feel it. “Get the hell out,” Faye said, running out of the room. He heard her collapse in the hallway, sobbing. Spike didn’t try to comfort her when he left. Jet didn’t try to stop him, only nodded sadly as he passed. He gave a little wave and left the ship for good.
Summary: Spike gets a package, and things fall apart.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 540
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, AU, mentions of character death
Pairing: Spike/Faye, Spike/Julia
A/N: For
30_kisses. Probably not my best work, a pseudo-follow-up to Night Walk. Set after Jupiter Jazz II but before Speak Like A Child.They were on Mars when it all fell apart. An anonymous man in an anonymous black suit appeared at the dock. He left a long thin box addressed to Spike in Jet’s care and rushed off as if he was afraid of it. Jet looked over the package suspiciously, but nothing seemed wrong about it.
Spike was lying on the couch, attempting to nap. Faye had pushed his legs off and was sitting at the end of it, trying to find something interesting on the television.
“Package for you,” Jet grunted, handing him the box.
“Hope it’s food,” Spike said, sitting up. He took the package and peered at the card.
“Hope it’s money,” Faye replied. “Looks like flowers. Who’d want to send a lunkhead like you flowers?”
Spike ignored her and lifted the top off of the box. A single white rose lay on the crumpled paper.
“For purity?” Faye said, smirking.
“For silence.” He lifted the flower from its wrapping and immediately dropped it. The back side of the bloom, now exposed, was covered in a rust colored stain. He’d heard of messages like this, back when he was in the Red Dragons. Jet understood, too, and put a hand on Spike’s shoulder.
Trembling, he pulled the note out from under the flower. When Spike read it, all his nightmares came true.
“Julia,” he managed. “He found her first.”
Faye gasped in comprehension, but Spike didn’t hear her. It felt like he’d been shot in the stomach, like there was a gaping hole in him, burning his insides.
“I have to go,” he said, standing up. “I have to find him.” He stalked back to his room.
Faye followed. “What, now?” She was still on his heels when he entered the room. Hurriedly, he threw on his coat and shoes. Next was the overcoat, still packed with grenades and extra ammunition.
“It’s a summons,” Spike told her. “Vicious killed her, and now I have to settle with him, once and for all.”
“Don’t go,” Faye half-shouted. “It’s probably just a trap. It doesn’t have to be like this.”
He rounded on her. “This is how it ends,” he told her. “This is the way it goes, and you or I can’t stop it. You knew it would come down to me and Vicious.”
She shook her head tiredly. “You stupid, stupid bastard.”
There was too much to tell her, but he found himself unable to breathe, much less speak. He wanted her to know everything, but there were no words. Spike had played the scenario out in his head a dozen times- how to tell her, what to say, just how to explain- but he wasn’t expecting this.
He leaned forward and kissed her. It was desperate and quick, and he knew instantly that it was wrong. Spike didn’t even know why he’d tried.
She broke away and slapped him hard, but he could barely feel it. “Get the hell out,” Faye said, running out of the room. He heard her collapse in the hallway, sobbing. Spike didn’t try to comfort her when he left. Jet didn’t try to stop him, only nodded sadly as he passed. He gave a little wave and left the ship for good.