Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Evil Angel ❯ the man in the bed ( Chapter 3 )

Evil Angel 3/?

By Nix

Disclaimers… I do not own Cowboy Bebop and I wrote this just for fun

Warnings… I'm a pro-survival person myself. So this is set after the twenty-sixth ep.. if you don't want to be at all spoiled for the end of the series.. I suggest not reading this. And Julia is.. well, not an angel in this story, at least not the good kind.. she's more complicated here. There may well end up being some yaoi, and maybe even a Jet/Spike/Faye trio pairing. *thinks* I think that's all I need to warn about. Samples of my stuff is at: www.onepinkrose.com

Evil Angel 3

It was another ten hours until they let them visit him and then they had to wear sterile gear and be scrubbed through a decontamination cycle. Faye was pretty sure her hair would never be the same and was half afraid she'd scare Spike to death. Feeling completely self conscious, she padded her way into his room, feet covered in blue sterile booties, the only sound was her breathing, the soft sounds she made as she surveyed him.

He wore a disposable blue gown, a thin white sheet, bruising around his lips where he might have fought against the ventilator, sticky from the tape across his cheeks. She sat down on the stool next to his bed and slipped her fingers under his limp hand. "You're really stupid, you know? Why'd you go do this?"

His fingers curled around hers, very lightly and she held his tightly. "Don't you understand? People get to be comrades, family and care about you! You can't just go off and get yourself killed."

Spike moaned softly, face turning against the pillow, as if he were trying to get the nasal canula out of his nose.

"No, no," Faye said, fingers gently touching his cheek. "You need that for a bit longer, Spike, makes sure you get enough oxygen into your lungs. Just a little longer, until it heals, okay."

"Okay," he whispered, his voice low and confused.

Jet came in then too, having taken just a little longer with his cybernetic arm in the decontamination cycle. They hydraulics in his elbow were still straining and groaning in high pitched metal on metal sounds when he came in. Faye glared at him, but he glared back and crossed to the other side of Spike's bed. "There! I knew you'd be okay, Spike." Cheerful, a bit forced, but cheerful, Jet sat down on the other stool which was almost too small for him and took Spike's other hand. He wasn't going to get out of the way just because Faye was female. He'd known Spike longer and had invested more in him anyway. "Spike, you awake?"

The man in the bed let his eyes open then, fighting against them, the fluttering of them as they refused to open. Both voices sounded... familiar. He licked bruised lips and took a slow breath, exploring the soreness in his abdomen, scratching burning in his lungs. One eye was clearly golden now, the other a dark brown almost amber color. Both eyes quickly scanned down the man next to him, muscular, strong, gentle, beautiful black hair, nice smile, the man in the bed decided he liked this one, hoped he'd remember that they were lovers, maybe. He felt his lips smiling and aching from the small movement.

"Spike!" Faye cheered, bouncing up from the stool, then leaning close to kiss the back of his hand. "You're awake!"

It was an effort, took too much energy, but he turned his head to find a beautiful woman, also with dark hair, beautiful eyes, a smile like sunlight over the ocean, suggesting depth and emotion, and history between them that he couldn't remember. Why did they keep saying 'spike'? Maybe it was some kind of sports term, he thought. "I'm awake," he agreed, finding it almost too much work to draw in that much breath. "Where am I?"

"We're in Little Beijing. We can leave as soon as they're done with the Bebop and you're okay to travel. How do you feel?"

"Gutted," he said, not realizing how very close that was to the truth. He realized that they recognized him, expected him to recognize them. Maybe they were all three lovers? That kind of felt right? He carefully looked from one to the other. No names came to mind, no information at all, other than that he cared about them both, didn't want to disappoint them. "There is someone," he stopped, took a deep wheezing breath, and let it out slowly, easing through the pain that came with moving his stomach muscles. "Someone else? Um, a dog."

They looked at each other, and he realized he'd given himself away. He should have known something that he'd just asked about and he could feel his heart beating faster, fear rising in him, until the strong hand holding his squeezed a little, the big thumb rubbing over the back of his hand. "That's Ed and Ein, Spike. They're here too. It'll come back," Jet said, but even the man in the bed could hear that the first sentence was the truth, and the other two were just hopes.

"What's my name?"

"Spike," the woman said, reaching up to brush hair from his face. "You're Spike Spiegel. I'm Faye and he's Jet."

"Jet." Spike let his eyes close. "Are we lovers?"

The woman made to let go of his hand, but he weakly held onto her. The man coughed and cleared his throat. "Not yet, Spike, but we're friends first and I ain't gonna let anything happen to you. Her too. She's your friend first."

"Yeah," Faye agreed. "We're family."

"Okay," Spike said, a very slight smile slipping back to one corner of his mouth. "Tone deaf, right?"

Jet laughed, his metal hand reaching up to touch the sensors to Spike's face, to gather his temperature, to comfort both of them some how. "She's still tone deaf, but she's got her good sides."

"I am not tone deaf!"

The man in the bed didn't hear her words though, as he'd slipped into the most peaceful sleep he'd had in years.