Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ A Moment In Time ❯ Head Over Feet ( Chapter 14 )

Please Read:Wow its been so long! I've just been the laziest piece of crap ever. As we speak I am doing homework. Joy. Well anyway, question! Okay whats going on with ADULTFANFICTION(DOT)NET? It hasn't been working for a while now and I don't know if it still even exists? Thats another reason I've been delaying, because I like to post all my stories at once. But whatever, I've been in the mood so I'm posting this now. But I'd really appreciate it if somebody gave me the 411 on what's been going on with that site. Thanks a lot and sorry for the inconvenience!

Disclaimer: I don't own CB or Head Over Feet by Alanis Morrisette.

Chapter Fourteen:
Head Over Feet

The crisp early morning air crept through the window and wrapped itself around Faye's slumbering form. Hiding from the cold she slid back into her covers. Letting her eyes crack open she remained in a curled up position upon the bed. Listening to the sound of her breath she sat in the silence, every now and then the chirp of a pigeon could be heard.

At first everything seemed okay, and then her heart sank. Early mornings always did seem to confuse her. The very short moments where you couldn't decipher between dreams and reality. Or when you didn't want to leave because of reality.

Jet was dead, yet she could feel nothing at the moment. It wasn't as if she didn't care, because she did. The truth of it just had not sunk in yet was all. And of course she would go out there, and nobody would say anything to the contrary. That was the way it always was, whenever something bad or stupid had occurred, the next day it was not spoken of. Always. Then again, things weren't the same anymore.

I had no choice but to hear you

You stated your choice time and again

I thought about it

Stretching out her limbs, Faye rolled out of her tiny bed. Grabbing a sweatshirt she yanked it over her head as she stumbled through her door. The soft padding of bare feet could be heard through the hall as she made her way to make some coffee.

Stepping into the galley Faye placed her arms above her head as she stretched against the doorframe once again. Looking through the corner of her eye she saw Spike, quietly sipping away at the bleak liquid contained within his mug.

Walking to the counter and making some of her own, she quietly shuffled to the seat adjacent of Spike as she sipped her coffee.

"Where's Aubrey?" She asked quietly. Glancing at Spike over her coffee mug and receiving a shrug of indifference, she began to observe his current condition. His white tee hung limply off of his toned body, accompanying his infamous slouch. Loose sweats adorned his lower body, contrasting to the above article. Bags hung hauntingly below his two toned eyes.

Both sat in silence, drinking. Lowering her eyes to her cup she stared at the liquid encased within. Dark swirls advanced upon the pale milk, devouring it, converting it into a black abyss. Chest rising and falling consistently, she stared at the swirls. They were so pretty, addictive, mesmerizing. All coherent thoughts escaped her brain as the darkness closed in on her, making her eyes go alarmingly wide. With a sudden gasp, a dull thud and shattering of glass could be heard.

You treat me like I'm a princess

I'm not used to liking that

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The obscurity of everything around her led to the sense of alarm. The up and coming wave of paralyzation made her heart stop. She couldn't move, couldn't see, couldn't hear. Where was she?

The pain. Oh it hurt, so bad. It was unbearable. She was dying, and if she wasn't she should. She couldn't handle the constant and acute stabbing of pain jolting through her body. An attempt to speak, but nothing came out.

Suddenly everything turned into a dull haze, and dark looming figures could be seen in the near distance. Yelling, the high pitched fighting pierced her ears intensely.

They were fighting over her. But, who were they? Unrecognizable faces came into her line of vision. They were standing over her now, for the only we she could see was up. Incapacitated, all she could do was gargle from within her throat. Nothing was working.

Everything suddenly went quiet once more as a cold sensation ran through up her body. The feeling swarmed around her legs and kept building its way up her torso until she thought she was in danger of drowning. The last she remembered was everything going blank.

Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole

You're so much braver then I gave you credit for

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Dark lashes fluttered open, only to reveal jade irises. After a moment her vision cleared, allowing her to lock eyes with the man on which she was propped upon. They looked worried...for her possibly?

Encased within his calloused fingers was a damp rag, perched atop her forehead. The other brushing back her bangs. Shivering at the touch of his fingers, she let her eyes slide shut once more. Inhaling deeply, she leaned into his touch.

"What happened?" His soft tone surprised her, shattering the silence.

"More of my memory returned." Faye's returned in a scratchy voice. His eyes widened slightly, taken aback by her answer.

Both laid within a comfortable silence, each buried within their thoughts. They were in the rec room, upon the ratty old couch Spike adored so much. Her head rested atop his lap, where he ran his fingers through short her velvet locks.

"What'd you do with ... him?" Faye asked reluctantly.

"Heh," She could feel his body shift beneath her. He was uneasy. "Well as you sure now, we ain't exactly living like kings. I sort of-um threwitoverboard." Scratching his curly mop his eyes cast themselves across the room, away from her gaze. Faye squinted her eyes dangerously.

"Could you repeat that, you were mumbling Spike."

"I tossed it overboard."

"WHAT!?" Snapping upwards Faye threw her hands in the air. Quickly regretting the motion she gripped both sides of her head. Spike grabbed her shoulders, and let him guide her back onto his lap.

"Look, its not like I was just tossing 'em over like skipping stones okay! What the hell was I supposed to do with him? No way in fucking hell would we be able to afford a funeral. I don't know. I was tired, and angry. It's just a body Faye. We'll pay our respects and leave." By the sound of his voice, it was end of discussion. He felt horrible as it was, he didn't need Faye on his conscience too.

You're the best listener that I've ever met

You're my best friend

Best friend with benefits

What took me so long?

"This is so wrong." Shaking her head Faye laid her arm across her eyes. "It's all a set up you know." "What?"

"The me being turned into a popsicle thing. It was all set up." Faye repeated.

"I'm sorry I'm not following." Spike asked clearly confused. Faye sighed.

"The syndicate is my debt collectors.My theory is that the hospital and syndicate made a deal. They'd pay for my cryogenic freezing if the hospital handed me over to them after I had been unfrozen. I got away, and they want be back."

"Why would they make a deal though?" Spike asked thoroughly confused.

"Don't know. Don't really care either. All I want to do is put this hole thing to rest and get off this disgusting planet. It's crawling with syndicates. The last place I need to be showing my face around."

Nodding his head in agreement his thoughts were distracted by the figure walking across the room. He cringed. Memories of Julia flooded his mind. The woman had to go.

"Hey Blondie, how 'bout some details huh?" Faye asked impatiently.

"I told you they broke in and Jet told me to take Ed and leave. Nothing left to tell." Glancing back one last time she hurried off into the dark corridors.

"I'm gonna rip her another asshole with that attitude, fucking bi-" Faye whispered underneath her breath.

You are the bearer of unconditional things

You held your breath and the door for me

Thanks for your patience

The feel of Spikes two fingers covering her lips silenced her. A grin spread across his lips as he let his fingers slowly travel downwards. Sliding over her pulse of her neck he made his way down the center of her chest. Letting his pointer finger continue on down to her belly button he splayed his fingers across her hard stomach. Leaning over slightly he pressed his lips above her belly button.

Letting a small smile creep onto her features she giggled as he grabbed both sides of her waist. Grinning wickedly he blew onto her stomach, as shrieks of laughter flew out of her mouth.

Thoroughly distracted, Spike leaned forward to kiss the lips of her bolted upright form. Sliding his tongue along her lips she accepted his invitation and let him slip his tongue into her mouth.

Stopping momentarily he pressed his forehead against hers as their noses pressed against the other. Both breathing a little heavy they gazed into each others eyes.

A pang of guilt shot through her heart as Spike held her. Sliding out of his grasp, she shot him an apologetic look and slipped off into her room. Sighing dramatically Spike sat on the couch...alone.

Something going on wasn't right. 'Well gee, Jets only swimming with the fish right now.' Spike thought bitterly. It wasn't going to be easy without him. Nobody too cook, fix the ships, generally take care of them. That wasn't only it though. Something about the whole thing seemed off.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Faye watched as her feet dipped into the water. Ripples multiplied through the ocean. Twirling the single red rose between her thumb and forefinger she stared out into the open at nothing in particular.

Tossing the rose out in front of her into the murky waters below she watched it slowly sink to the bottom. Placing her arms behind her she leaned against her arms against the dock. Throwing her head back she squinted her eyes and watched the clouds pass by.

Nothing seemed real to her. Just looking up there, wondering where Jet was now. Forever gone? Or was their really such thing a Judgement Day, as she was taught as a little girl. That your soul lived on.

Now though, she wasn't so sure. With the universe the way it was, who hadn't done something hell-worthy? She wasn't even sure if she cared anymore.

I've never felt this healthy before

I've never wanted something rational

I am aware now

"Save me a good spot in hell old man." Pushing herself upwards she shook her feet off as she made her way back into the Bebop.

Spike stood in the shadows of the Bebop, arms crossed over his chest watching her. She looked like a little girl wadding her feet in a lake. Scoffing at her last comment he waited for her to pass him. Catching her by her waist he stuck his chin onto her shoulder.

"I'm sorry about this. I just couldn't stand to look at it any longer. Something isn't right. Let's leave." Spike breathed into her neck.

Turning around in his embrace, Faye ducked her face into the crook of his neck as she wrapped her fingers in his hair. Nodding, she leaned into him.

They both knew everything was different now. Sure it didn't seem different now. It took time, time to heal and adjust. Spike knew what he had to do. He was going to get rid of Aubrey. There was no way he was going to live with her on the ship. He'd rather rot in hell ten times over. Then he was going to kill the assholes who got to Jet. It was the least he could do for his late best friend after everything Jet had done for him. Pity he had to be dead and rotting for him to finally figure it out.

You've already won me over in spite of me

Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet

I couldn't help it .. It's all your fault

AUTHORS NOTES: Yeah.. that took a good week to type. Short too! I've been having a case of writers block, still do. This was really just a crap chapter. Something just existing so I can get the plot moving.

The thing is, I already know how I want to end it. The only problem is I don't know what I want to write until then. So I hope you can forgive me for my lack of creativeness for this chapter. I really feel like this chapter went totally down hill. I really forced myself to write this, which is hard since usually the writing just flows out of me. This I kept stopping and going. Kind of choppy I guess.

Yea I guess I didn't really make them too dramatic over the whole Jet dying thing. But usually thats how it is. Doesn't really seem like their gone until a couple of days later, or the funeral. Or at least for me. It's gotta kick in on its own.

More or less it was just a filler chapter, so hopefully my inspiration will return to me and everything will get more interesting. Reviews would be real helpful for pointers and stuff, usually gets me going.

Oh yea, the if the whole blowing on the belly thing seems weird, don't bother asking. I was watching Armageddon the other night. The animal cracker scene is my favorite and I just felt like twisting it into my own little belly blowing version. Odd I know.

AND WHATS GOING ON WITH AFF!?!?

Rinoa-Heartilly-666: Thanks, yea. Don't ask were the devil thing came from. I was watching The Devils Advocate. I get weird cases of inspiration.
SNK: Haha, you caught me with that one. I was like 'damn WHO WILL FIX THE SHIPS!?' cause their lazy bums. Thanks so much for the review. I mean like Jet's a pain in my ass to write. So's Ed. But yea, I'll just have to suck it up.

Thanks to all my other reviewers who I failed to respond to.. do to technical difficulties of my extremely old computer.

--Bunny Breath