Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ A Moment In Time ❯ Thats Why They Call It The Blues ( Chapter 8 )

I realize I make a lot of spelling errors. I look back and I wonder how any of you got this far. Sorry about that. It's just really hard to check everything at 3 in the morning so bare with me kay? Oh yea I took quite a while too because I'm creating another story. Thanks!

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Chapter 8:

Thats Why They Call It The Blues

Excitement was running through my veins as I gripped her hand tighter. Looking up into her cerulean eyes I grinned as I watched the color rise to her cheeks. Giddily we walked through the darkened street hand in hand.

We had just came back from a restaurant nearby as we made our way towards Julia's apartment. Hopping onto the sidewalk we turned the corner into alleyway leading into darkness. Finding the stairs up to her room we made our way up. A sense of forbidding went down my spine as I looked upwards.

"Spike. Julia. How .. nice to see you again. And how was your evening?" The sarcasm and hurt of betrayal dripping from his sentence was enough to make me cringe. As soon as it had started, it was over.

The darkness slipped away as my idea of reality had so long ago. The grip in my hand tightened as I glanced down at Faye's worried expression. I had fallen asleep.

"Spike, I called Jet on the phone and I told him where we were. He's coming to get us."

I could hear her, but it was like she was speaking another language. The vivid images of my dream haunted me. It was so real. It was like hell here, reliving horrible moments over and over as a form of torture and punishment. Moments in time that were thought to be secrets, where slowly revealed. After that night everything went downhill.

The memory of getting caught by Vicious had to be the most regretful of them all. Because at that moment I knew it was all over. We were caught in the act and no lie could save us now. Even if we could, which we could not, the look in his eye was nothing short of a tortured soul, so cruel and cold.

He may have walked away like we were never there, but we knew he was up to something. Nobody screwed over Vicious and got away with it.

That was the night I had asked Julia to leave with me, to be free of the constant fear and pain, but was doomed to relive it ten times worse.

Don't wish it away

Don't look at it like it's forever

Between you and me, I can honestly say

That things can only get better

With the slamming of the door came the withdrawal of Faye's hand. Sliding my nonchalant facade into place I greeted Jet.

"Yo." Yup, that got him started.

"Yo? Spike what the fuck happened here! I should have shot both your brains out while I had the chance. Between the two of you I don't know where to start!" If Jet still had hair, he would have pulled it all out by now.

Giving up on the fact that everything Jet said would never get through to us he let out a deep sigh. Deciding that I was the most injured Jet walked towards me and helped me regain my balance without trying to reopen any wounds.

Hiding the look of pain on my face I let Jet lead me towards the Hammer Head. Laying myself down behind the pilot's seat I waited until I saw Faye's thin frame making her way next to me. She was swatting Jet away claiming she needed no help until she tripped on an up and coming pebble.

Rolling my eyes I let my mind wander as they both boarded the ship and we made our way back to the Bebop.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Opening my eyes, they revealed the revolving of the fan above me. I was once again gracing my favorite couch with my presence. Looking around I spied Jet reclining on the other, tackily clad couch across from me. Stifling a yawn I leaned leaned up slightly mindful of my wound and I reached for my cigarettes on the coffee table.

Catching notice of my movements Jet looked at me and watched as I lit my stick and inhaled. Inhaling on his cigarette too, we both enjoyed the good smoke together.

"Spike?"

"Hmm?" I watched as he blew smoke through his nostrils.

"So, you think you can fill me in on what happened?" I watched as he pinned me down with his stare. It may have worked when he was cracking down petty criminals when he was on the force, but it wasn't going to work with me.

"I killed him and a couple of other people while I was at it," Shrugging the question off I continued sucking on my cigarette, "Do you remember Electra?"

"That soldier chick?" Jet asked squinting his eyes in vague remembrance.

"Err, yea. Anyway, she found me and fixed me up. That about sums the whole incident up." Stubbing my cigarette butt into a nearby ashtray I summoned up all the energy I could and rose from the couch. Holding my abdomen I made my way to the hanger.

And I guess that's why they call it the blues

Time on my hands could be spent with you

Laughing like children, living like lovers

Rolling like thunder under the covers

I could hear the faint shout of Jet asking were I was going but ignored it. Sliding into the Swordfish II, I ignored the yells of reluctance coming from my wounds. Sucking it up I started my ship up and flew out of the hanger.

I must have been out for quite sometime because the Martian skies where dark, and the water in which the Bebop was parked took on an amazing look of sparkles and mirroring the light of the stars above.

Cruising above the city of Tharsis I finally spotted a not too shady bar as I decelerated my ship and got ready to land. Hopping out of the ship I looked around at my surroundings.

The flashing lights of the city nightlife light up the are. Shady men in suits and hookers could be seen on multiple corners. The rowdy crowds from casinos and other entertainment businesses could be hear throughout the night.

Sticking my hands in my jacket pockets I strolled to the bar across the street. Opening the door I inhaled the sweet stench of second hand smoke. Ignoring the few glances my way I sat on a stool and ordered a drink.

Everything was getting so confusing. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be dead and rotting in hell. Then again, when did anything I do or want ever work out in my favor?

Sipping on the drink that had just been placed in front of me I went over the possibilities of the future. The syndicate was dead and over, I made sure of that. So obviously there was nothing there to return too.Vicious was dead. There was no infamous vendetta to settle. No glorified death. Still alive and kicking.

Then there was Electra and Faye. Electra had actually kissed me, and surprisingly I had kissed her back. Then as soon as her back was turned I actually consoled Faye. It wouldn't be right leading them on. Or maybe.. I could have both?

Grinning at the thought I downed my drink. Popping another stick in my mouth I began sucking on it like my life depended on it. At the light touch of my shoulder I turned around ready for a fight when I came face to face with a ghost. At least, I thought.

The musty look and feel of the bar seemed to stay at a 5 inch radius away from her godly image. Soft gold curls fell around her shoulders and down her back. Dark chocolate eyes stared into mine as ruby red lips spread into a sexy smile.

Judging by the outfit, she was definitely a hooker. But this hooker was a Julia look alike. Is this what hell was? Some cruel joke?

I reached for the cigarette in my mouth but found it missing as I looked down and found it on the floor. It must have fell out of my mouth while I was oogling my ex-lover look alike.

Looking around for a seat, she found none so she plopped her tiny ass right onto my lap. Knocking the wind out of me, my body went rigid at the touch of her flesh upon mine.

She started massaging my leg. Smacking her hand off I was about to push her off when she pouted and asked "You're gay aren't you?"

If my cigarette hadn't fallen out before I would have now. Me, gay?

"No! Listen lady I don't need to pay you for sex, I can get it on my own okay?" Pushing her off my lap I watched as she landed on the floor. Gathering the pieces of dignity I had left I slapped a few woolongs on the bar and marched out.

Finding my ship I jammed my fingers into the controls as I flew back to the Bebop. I was in for some major sulking.

Landing in the hanger I made my way towards my training area. I was in the middle of ripping my shirt off when a red blur raced past me. Stopping dead in my tracks I did a double take.

"I am backie, backie! Somebody give me a snacky!" A singsong voice rang throughout the ship. Edwards was back.

More then ever I simply love you

More then I love life itself

I had to really force myself to write this chapter. I just had no will power what so ever. So basically all that happened was Ed came back and Spike's a womanizer. Don't worry this chapter DOES HAVE A POINT! You just won't find out how until the next chapter!

I just want to say that the number of reviewers I've received this chapter was amazing and made me pick my lazy ass up and start typing again. So, to my merry little reviewers-

Kendra Luehr: The funny thing is, I agree with you totally when it comes to Electra crushing on Spike (hehe). Basically though I can't remember diddily squat about the movie, or her, except she has Elvis hair, which irked me. But yea, I felt like doing something different from every other story out there so I'm trying to work it all out. I know, GASP! they held hands, blasphemy I say! I was gonna use the song ' I Wanna Hold Your Hand' But that would kinda ruin the spoiled moment thinking about guys with bowl shaped haircuts wiggling there butts. ( I love the Beatles!! ) Thanks so much for the Reviews!
FoxFlame: Hmm , I know you didn't help me with the ending of my fic! Hehe, Yes well when I told you to review me I meant critique my chapter!! Even though I know you'll find something bad bout it. Oh well thats the point now isn't it? Its why I love you! My muse you are!
Zionmx: It's a Faye, Spike, Electra love triangle basically. You'll have to wait till the end to find out who he choices... and you never know. Oh yea, that second review kinda confused me .. my interpretation is ' Electra is greater then Faye?'
Rinoa-Heartilly-666: That makes two of us. I don't like Electra either! Glad ya like the idea of the fanfic ::reads it again:: because I don't even know what I'm doing..and no im not incompetent! ( hehe) P.S.. i love FF8! But I suck at the game.. in still on the 1st disk and I've been playing since X-mas (gasp!)

FinalFantasyFreak: Thanks, don't worry I will..

The Kaizeress: Oh really? Gee I hope I didn't spoil it for you if you've only seen a couple of episodes!!

Cha Cha Cha , Candy Perversion, and Krista M.: Ahhhh you really think its awesome!? ::Squeezes reviewers till they turn blue::

James: What can I say? Spike strikes me as the player type! Of course there's gonna be a lemon.. I can't help myself.

WoooWooo Reviewers rule! ( you like that rhyme don't you? )

I dont own I Guess Thats Why They Call It The Blues by: Elton John

--Bunny Breath