Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ A Moment In Time ❯ Take a Bow, Part I ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

It is I, Bunny Breath and I am back with more of my fic! Right well first off, i changed the name from Memories to A Moment In Time. Don't forget to review my fine little readers! A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.

Disclaimer: Sadly I own nothing, but i do own a neat pair of Sponge Bob boxers!

Chapter Two:
Take a Bow

Bits of purple hair blew onto Faye's face as she stared at the seemingly never ceasing rotation of the fan above her. When she was young she would always be afraid that during the night the fan would become unscrewed and crush her during her sleep. 'If I could only be so blessed.'

Lying on her bed, the lower part of her body dragging onto the floor, Faye reminisced on the past 24 hours. She had been flooded with memories, practically gotten her ass ran over by grease-balls with guns, rejected, and flat left. 'This is exactly why I should have took the money and ran while I could, attachments are nothing but trouble.' Deep down she knew it was a lie, but her enormous ego and pride shadowed her true feelings.

Spike was like a bloodhound, once he heard the name Julia he was hot on her trail.Which was where he was now, chasing his dream steak. Being that she finally met the girl herself she knew the competition, the woman practically glowed with mystery and beauty. Resilience radiated off of her in waves. If you looked up the word woman in the dictionary, your eyes would behold the heavenly sight of Julia herself. Ignorance really is bliss. Or as the old saying would go 'denile ain't just a river in Egypt.'

After everything that happened in the past couple of months, the lunkhead still had the balls to run off on us.

Take a bow, the night is over
This masquerade is getting older
Lights are low, the curtains down
There's no one here

...Flashback...

The warm water of the shower dribbled down my back as I turned the knobs. Wrapping my hair and myself in a towel I stepped out of the shower and strode across the bathroom. Being as to the fact that nobody was aboard the Bebop, Jet and Ed had gone off in search of a bounty and Spike was God knows where, there was no need to rush into my room and get dressed.
Intermission at Circe La Bebop, my friends. It was like a freak show on this god-forsaken ship. Only we didn't get paid for it.

Rummaging through the fridge I found no food, nothing edible at least. Knowing that, it left one last resort, Spike's secret stash. Opening the cabinet above the sink I snatched the Moonshine residing in the back and closed it. Tossing it up and down in my hand I skipped into the living room and plopped my tired ass on the couch, happier then I had been in weeks. Kicking up my feet and picking up the remote I turned on the television and started skimming through the channels.

Several shots later I saw Spike walked towards the galley smoking a cigarette. I swear, between those and his gun it's as if their surgically connected to his hands. Suddenly stopping he glanced at my bottle then to me.

"Faye, what are you doing with that? It's mine." Obviously pist off that I had stolen it, I felt like being a good Samaritan.

"Hows this lunkhead, I'll share it with you if you give me a cigarette." I made him an offer he couldn't refuse. Sighing, Spike strolled over to the other end of the couch and whipped out a cigarette and his Zippo and passed it to me.

"Nice outfit, Faye." Glancing down at the towel I still had on I shrugged it off and stuck the smoke in my mouth. After a satisfactory blow of the smoke through my nose I passed Spike the bottle.

Say your lines, but do you feel them
Do you mean what you say when there's no one around
Watching you, watching me, your one lonely star

Hours later, and several more bottles from Spike's ' secret stashes,' Jet and Ed still had not returned. People claim there are different types of drunks. Happy drunks, depressed drunks, psychological drunks, violent drunks, and many more. For us though, I'd go with psychological, because surely we would never talk or think this much when were sober.

I must say, we had some pretty profound moments. Apparently I had been rambling about how much life really sucked ass when Spike cut me off.

"You know Faye, life's not always rainbows and butterflies." Butterflies. The thought of them sent shivers up my spine. Becoming oddly quiet I felt a large hand on my shoulder. Auburn met jade.

"Heh it's pretty funny actually now that I think about it," Glancing back up into his eyes my hazy gaze went elsewhere as I continued my sapless story. I don't know why I told him, but I was drunk, it wasn't like we were going to remember this in the morning anyway so I was going to milk it for all it was worth. "That day I went after Vincent and wound up getting held there had to be one of the most scariest moments in my life. I thought I was dying, or definitely well on my way to it. The guy was a lunatic, and I was hallucinating. There was a rotting corpse already there which gave me the creeps. One minute I'm just laying there and the next I'm nearly raped. If-If that guy never came, I don't know what would have happened. All I know is that I high-tailed my ass out of there as fast as I could, and I haven't thought 'bout it since. Now it all just seems like a dream. More like a nightmare though." Glancing down I noticed a small wet spot on my leg and I realized I had been trembling.

Turning my head towards Spike I saw his head back against the couch cushion with his eyes closed. At first look it would appear he had fallen asleep, but he had not. Out of half lidded eyes Spike finally opened his mouth.

" Isn't it all just a dream?" God, I feel like a pot-smoking hippy talking about peace and love.

All the world is a stage
And everyone has their part
But how was I to know which was the story'd go

I could stare at him for hours and still not get enough of him. I'm Faye Valentine, taking chances is what I do. Putting out the cigarette I had been smoking into the coffee table, I turned towards Spike with sudden enthusiasm. Leaning in I sensually kissed Spike on the lips.

No response.

I'm a woman, I know how to get him to react. Dragging my hand down Spike's arm, and chest slowly I kissed him again then grabbed his manhood. Spike jerked upward at the contact.

Grinning I whispered in his ear " It's alright, lets just have some fun don't worry about it."

Relaxing and letting the alcohol control his mind Spike put his hands on my hips and undid the towel I had been reclining in. Another grin spread across my face as I unbuttoned his shirt and undid his belt while making butterfly kisses down his chest.

Fondling my breast Spike kissed grabbed my chin and sucked on my lower lip.

...End Flashback...

'Okay, okay so we really just fucked, but he doesn't need to know. He hasn't been acting like he remembered.'

"Spike!" Jet yelled from the galley. Snapping out of her reverie, Faye jumped out of her bed in search of Spike.

Wish you well, I cannot stay
You deserve an award for the roll that you play


Whelp, thats it for now folks! And to the following reviewers-
Bloody Love: Nice to know you liked it, and yes I will continue this. Whelp, I guess that first story sort of slipped through this chapter, but there will be more references, or at least I think so.
Kendra Luehr: I must thank you for all the reviews, they never fail to bring a smile to my face! Plus, I loved writing about Julia' kicking the bucket' like you said because she's a lucky little bastard that I hate!
Sakurachild: Ah you are welcome! Billy Joel is one of my favorite artists too so I couldn't resist putting his song in my story.

I DISCLAIM any rights to the song Take A Bow, By: Madonna
( Which by the way I went frickin' crazy for the lyrics thinking the name of the song is 'Say Goodbye' so there goes a half hour of my life down the toilet!)

A big thank-you to my muse Fox. Who literally took a vacation on me, again.
O.K well don't forget to review .. please?! Until next time cowpokes!
--BunnyBreath
Wish you well, i cannot stay
You deserve an award for the role that you played [role that you played]
No more masquerade, you're one lonely star