Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ A Moment In Time ❯ The Broken Hearted ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter Six! Making my way up, to where? I do not know. I'm sort of winging this thing as I go. I sort of know what I want to do and I had it planned out, but I forgot >.< !! Oops.

Disclaimer: Yes I own everything. I am Mr.Watananabe, only I went through a botched sex change. ( Imagine! Eww hairy legs! uh, incase they sue my keister im JOKING, I don't own it. Talk about dense)

Chapter 6:

The Broken Hearted

If Spike thought surviving the vendetta with Vicious was surprising he was wrong. Seeing Electra again was even more gravity defying. He never thought he would see her again. At least not with her memory intact or among the living at most. Then again, his whole life seemed incommensurable. Dream like in a way, thus his crazy ambitions.

The cool feeling from his forehead trailed down his temple and onto his cheek leaving a lasting tingling feeling and a shiver down his spine.

She looked exactly the same. Especially her eyes. They always did have that lost puppy dog look to them. Large round chocolate eyes, glassed over looking for love and companionship far and wide. Inconceivable heartbreak mirroring your image every time you gazed into her all-knowing orbs.

He watched as her pale hand hovered above his face a moment before hesitantly pulling away.

"I see your finally awake." The soft whisper of Electra's voice traveled to Spikes ears. She missed Spike. The old saying sure was true, you don't know how much to miss something until it's gone. Just like Vincent.

Through the darkest nights

You see the light shine bright

When heroes fall in love or war

They live forever

The first time she met Spike he just seemed like any other horny man with a corny pick-up line. Later on they had more coincidental meetings. Although she barely noticed him at first, the time they had done in the cell together had been something she would never forget.

He had told her about this woman, Julia. The way he described her in such high regard made her sound more like a goddess then any human. Madly in love with her, maybe even obsessive, was the way he talked about her. Afterwards Spike had told her that she was the only one he had talked about her too. It was odd, they had created this sort of bond that night. Since then he had been on her mind never ceasing to come into her thoughts randomly. The way they always had chance meeting seemed as if fate was saying something.So here Electra was, with Spike, again. Saving his life. She had so much to tell him.

Spike opened his mouth slightly and grabbed the water next to him. Taking a sip from the glass and placing it down again he settled his gaze once more on Electra.

"Always did have a thing for a woman who could kick my ass, and here I am all alone in a motel with one," Spike's trademark grin slide into place after passing the comment to his former cell mate. "Why are you here anyway? I thought you where going to travel to Venus?"

"There was a minor setback," Electra's eyes darted to the window and back to challenge Spikes gaze once again. Memories of the incident flooded her mind. She could still feel the cold sleek bullet entering her chest and the warm liquid ooze onto to her hand placed over it. The hole of apostate already residing there was just too much to bare. Glancing back once more to the people who were supposed to be her comrades she fled to the nearest alleyway and laid down ready for death to snatch her already broken soul away.

The only thing available as bandages the orange jacket she always wore was wrapped around her petite body diagonally. The thought of why she didn't bleed to death still plagued her mind. Maybe the bullet had missed her heart?

This is a song for the lonely

Can you hear me tonight

For the broken hearted, battle scarred

I'll be by your side

The irony was quite humorous actually, bounty and bounty hunter sharing the same room, breathing the same air. "There still after me. After the company found out that I had escaped they sent my own team after me, imagine that? Your very own comrades going after you for your life?"

'Gee, I can only imagine.' Spike thought sarcastically.

"So now there's a bounty on my head, dead or alive, and I've been running ever since." Placing her hand over her heart once more she turned and sat on the edge of the bed next to Spike's.

Scanning his face once more and odd feeling came over her as blood rushed to her cheeks. She was crushing on Spike Spiegel. It certainly wasn't by choice that was for sure. Actually she hated men like him, egotistical and always thought with their other head. Every time Spike would pop into her mind Vincent would flit across it making her feel guilty. It felt like wanting another man was wrong.

But Vincent's dead, and nothing could bring him back. Right? If her hypothesis was correct he shouldn't have died, which left her even more alone and confused.

"Yes I can," Electra's head snapped up at the sound of Spikes voice. "I know how it feels to have somebody you thought you knew turn around and stab you, literally and figuratively." His eye stared at the ceiling.

"My best friend in fact. Vicious was his name," Spike let out a sarcastic laugh, "The funny thing is I deserved this all. I shouldn't be alive right now, I was supposed to die there. Everywhere Julia went trouble was sure to follow. (A/N: And everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go!! Sweet, sweet inspiration.)

When I was with her though, I truly felt alive, and she never even said she loved me. She never said it.."

Stopping his tirade Spike let his head fall to the side to face Electra.

"I don't know why and I'm telling you all of this. You probably don't even care," Electra rose from the bed and strode over to Spike's side once again, "Why did you even risk getting me in the first place?"

Lowering onto her knees Electra took her finger and brushed bag Spikes hair. Leaning in close enough to feel her breath on his cheek she whispered to him, "So I could do this." Her eyes fluttered closed as she claimed Spikes mouth. Holding her breath she waited until getting the response she had been looking for.

Love don't need a reason

It can pick you up, or leave you bleeding

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Looking out my Redtail I watched the Martian surface below for a nice cheep bar. Turning up the volume knob on my radio I moved my head with the music.

All I needed was to forget everything. How could I forget though? It's not like I loved the asshole, it was more of an infatuation. So what if I seduced him, there was nothing wrong with a little stress relieving fuck every now and then. But did I really want it to just be some random guy I fucked? Or did I want something more?

Spotting a bar in the distance I landed my ship and hopped out. Patting my Glock in its holster unconsciously, I made my way to the Loser Bar. Sounds like I would fit right in.

Flinging open the door I stuck my nose haughtily in the air as I made my way to a stool at the far end of the bar. Plopping my ass on the cushion I swung towards the bartender and waved him over.

"What'll it be little missy?" The old guy said giving me the once over. It comb over and sweat stained armpits where enough to make any person cringe. The beer belly put the icing on the cake. Looked like a future Jet Black to me.

I've seen a strong man cry

I know the reason why

We all forgive, we all forget

We just keep believing

"A scotch on the rocks." The old guy scurried off to make my drink while I felt a presence sit next to me on my left. Not even bothering to look I slapped my hands together as the bartender slapped my drink in front of me. The warm burning sensation down my throat made me feel better then I had in days.

Dragging my elbows onto the counter I placed my chin onto of my hands as I scanned the area. Soft jazz music was playing from the corner speakers and the stench of alcohol and cigarette smoke eased my nerves.

Spike-o. Ah, the man nobody can live with and not have a tragic ending. I'm surprised I'm not already six feet under. I don't know why I liked him so much anyway, it's not like I knew much about him. But I guess thats what drew me to him, the fact that nobody really did know him. He was a mystery, someone worse off then me, and I guess it made me feel good in a sick and twisted sort of way.

I had to give him props though, he could really work it as I had recalled. I knew he looked better without the tacky suit. Not that I would ever admit it to him, if his head got any bigger he would be able to fly away.

Oh yea, he remembered. Stupid jerk. I was supposed to get drunk and be happy, but now here I am getting all worked up over his pathetic ass. Smacking my head against the counter I quickly regretted it as I gripped it in my hands.

Don't give up so let it find you

Just hold on, wherever you may go

Anywhere, I'm right beside you

You don't have to look no more

"Are you alright miss?" The guy next to me asked. Pissed off that somebody was disturbing my inner conflict I was thinking about I was going to turn around and give him a piece of my mind.

"Go fuck ya-" Those eyes, they were so beautiful. So was his face. The way his sandy colored hair framed his face and those icy blue eyes looked at me made me stop what I was saying.

Slapping my hands down onto the counter I spun on my stool a little too enthusiastically as threw him a sexy smile, "How bout we go out and have some fun?"

"Umm, sure." Shrugging his shoulders he slapped a couple of woolongs down for his drink I grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the bar.

I was angry and drunk, all I wanted was to just let let loose and forget, like I had forgotten everything before the accident. Running down the block I didn't care as the wind blew my hair in all directions whipping out behind me. Letting out a laugh of my own the gorgeous guy behind me laughed also.

Finding a seedy hotel we checked in a unlocked our room. Jumping onto the bed I brought the nameless man with me as we began to kiss. I could taste the alcohol on his breath as he began to unbutton my top.

Doing the same to him I started trailing kisses down his chest and stomach as I undid his belt. Letting myself grin I undid his pants and he shoved his hand into my hair and gripped my head.

Here I was, living up to the names that Spike and Jet had called me. Well if thats what they though I was why not live up to the name? It didn't even matter anymore because Spike was gone.

That single thought was enough to make me stop my administrations. I was never going to see Spike again. The though clenched at my heart and I got up and put my top back on. It was sad how he wasn't even here anymore and he could still control everything I did, everything I thought of.

Receiving a shifty gaze from the guy with me I flattened out my hair and marched towards the door. Opening it up I turned to glance at the man one more time before I flew though the doorway and slammed into the opposite side of the hallway wall. Looking up I saw a gun pointed at me. The bastard shot me in the fucking chest!

Running towards me he patted me down for any money stealing a few cheap feels while he was at it. Finding some woolongs I had taken from Jet the guy pocketed the money and the pistol and took off down the hall.

Darkness was tugging at the sides of my vision welcoming me to succumb to the land of shadows. This was it, I was going to die. And this time, there was nobody here to save me.

And this is a song for the lonely

When your dreams won't come true

Can you hear this prayer

Because there's someone there for you

It's gonna be alright

Wow that was a difficult chapter to write. I had no idea what I wanted to do with it so in my opinion it sucked. But alas, I have come up with my definite ending! Hehe, you shall all hate me when this is over.

Basically though I really want to take my time with this story and just make it as long as I please.

La favorita reviewers!!

FoxFlame: Oh yea speed it up, hon im like a racehorse next to your tortoise pace! How bout you start spitting 'em out punk?! Yes Yes I'm angry too, how come nobody reviews on MM? BUMS I SAY BUMS!!

Kendra Luehr: Yay you reviewed me once again!! Lol nice guesses. I'm trying to update like every 4days or so, but every time I plot I forget what I was thinking of!!

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I do not own the song Song For The Lonely by: Cher

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