Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Attached To Chaos ❯ No Faye, Nobody Died... ( Prologue )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Attached to Chaos

By: S-chan

Prologue

"Spike, should we tell them now?" whispered Angel, her mouth close to Spike's ear.

Spike covered Angel's hand with his own and nodded. He had proposed about five months ago and the rest of the Bebop crew knew it. But up until about four weeks ago, the date had not yet been decided. And until now, the couple-to-be hadn't told.

"Hey Jet," said Spike, getting his friend's attention. "Could you get everybody in here?"

Jet raised an eyebrow at the younger man, but nodded and went to track down the rest.

"January fifth, right?" asked Spike, wrapping one arm around his fiancee and looking down into her eyes with a smile.

Angel slipped an arm around Spike's waist and leaned her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes and sighing happily.

"That's it," she said softly, nuzzling his shoulder. "I'm so happy..."

"I am too," whispered Spike, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

He moved his lips from her forehead to her temple and from there to her throat.

"*COUGH*" coughed Jet. "You have an audience, in case you don't know..."

Angel blushed and Spike shifted uncomfortably.

"So what's this all about?" demanded Faye, leaning against a wall and playing with her hair. "Somebody die or something?"

Spike shook his head and ran one hand through his wild green hair, as he did mostly out of habit, letting out a heavy sigh at Faye. Smiling and looking very proud, he put one hand on Angel's shoulder, squeezing it gently. Angel reached for Spike's other hand and entwined it with her own, smiling like... well... an angel. She looked up at Spike with a question shining in her deep green eyes.

"Nobody died or anything, *Faye*," explained Spike, putting special emphasis on her name just to be annoying. "We just wanted everybody together so we could tell you something..."

"You're leaving?" quipped Faye, raising one perfectly shaped-up eyebrow.

"No!" snapped Spike, chucking a pillow at her.

"Then what?" Faye demanded irritably.

"Well, we've finally set a date," Spike said proudly, a wide smile on his face making him look slightly goofy.

The windows of the Bebop rattled with the sudden upsurge of noise. Edward supplied insane sound effects, including what seemed to be a dying weasel. Jet surprised everyone as he actually let out a loud "Congratulations!" and gave Spike a hard thump on the back. Faye looked rather like she was lost. Ein, least excited out of all of them, turned around a couple of times and nonchalantly went to sleep.

"When?" asked Faye, her voice quiet and toneless.

"January fifth," replied Angel, pausing for a moment. "...Would you be my maid of honor?"

Fayes green eyes widened - she looked completely poleaxed.

"Do... Do you mean that?" she asked, not sounding like the normal Faye Valentine.

"Of course!" Angel exclaimed excitedly.

Faye smiled, lookeing more like the spunky, bouncy girl in the video than the hardened, manipulative loner.

"Then I will!" she agreed happily. "When do we---?"

"Hold on, hold on," Jet cut in gruffly.

"WHAT!?" yelled Angel, Faye, Spike and Ed in unison.

"How the hell are we going to pull a wedding together?" Jet asked curtly.

Ed tilted her head in confusion, her wide eyes even wider than was usual for her odd little self. Faye smacked a hand to her forehead - gratefully noticing the fact that her face was goop-free this time. Angel bit her lip, worrying at it nervously with her teeth, and Spike let out a sigh, scratching rather compulsively his head. Ein flipped an ear, snuffled a little, and went right on back to sleep.

"You've got a point there," Spike conceded, continuing to scratch his head. "We don't have the money or much of anything else."

"Well this is just great," complained Faye, her enthusiasm of only moments ago now totally gone. "So what happens now?"

Angel slipped her hand into Spike's and looked up at the grim expression on his handsome face, worry clear on her own pretty one.

"I don't mind if it's not anything big," she said softly. "As long as everybody's here..."

Spike smiled at his fiancee and squeezed her hand.

"It's alright," he assured her. "I'm pretty sure Jet can come up with something."

"What!?" protested Jet. "Why me?"

"Well you plan everything else," replied Spike, shrugging his shoulders as he usually did.

"I'll see what I can do," Jet agreed.