Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Evil Angel ❯ Would your heart start for me? ( Chapter 4 )

Warnings: I need a beta reader.. does that tell you anything? I'm writing this for fun and my own spiritual growth, so na! there's a kiss in this, and it's a het kiss *HUGE WIDE EYES* Soooo not like me.. but hey.. muses will be muses. It's a Jet/Faye kiss....

Faye did not really want to meet the doctor who'd worked on Spike. She really didn't want to hear about what Vicious could do with a katana or what she was going to have to do to be helpful. Now that she'd talked to Spike, actually, as disturbing as that conversation had been, she didn't feel as generous to the man as she had. Love him? Standing in the room they'd been shown too, arms across her chest, staring out the window at a garden too beautiful for Mars, she didn't know if she loved him or not. Drunk on the Bebop she'd wanted him back at any cost, and that hadn't really changed, but she wanted Spike, rude, charming, lazy Spike, not a pale invalid who didn't even know his own name. She had her own problems with not remembering things. Maybe, she thought, sniffing back tears she wasn't going to cry, maybe she just resented not being remembered. Everyone she'd ever loved had forgotten her, really.

"Faye," Jet called to her from where he sat in front of a computer terminal, rubbing the back of his neck and sorting through the manifest of improvements and repairs made to the Bebop. "Faye, all of this is being charged to your account."

It made him extremely uncomfortable. On paper, Faye owned nearly half of his ship now, or at least she could claim it if she wanted.

"What?" Faye launched herself across the hotel like room and spun the monitor around, quickly moving to a different information source. That blond demon had said something about her debts, about an income, but then she'd said they could watch what was happening with Spike and the damn man had nearly died twice more before they were finished with him and then the wait until they saw him, and Faye had forgotten about her accounts.

The figure in her account couldn't be real. She sat, hitting Jet's lap then sliding off towards the floor until he caught her and set her on the couch. Six million woolongs had bled out of her account in the last 18 hours, for hardware repairs and consumable supplies, but there was still a healthy two million to the positive in the account. Faye's chest closed off and she didn't know if she'd remember how to breath or not. She desperately wanted her debts back! The Red Dragon Syndicate owned her, owned her identity, her accounts, her family history, even the very air she wasn't sure she wanted to breathe! "Jet!"

He crossed his arms and leaned back against the sofa. "Don't lose your head."

Faye went limp, sprawling out on the couch, then slowly moving to lay back and look at the ceiling, all without saying a word. It wasn't like they could really say much of anything. There probably wasn't a secure place to talk in the whole biodome. "So, Jet, you really want to be Spike's lover? You want to be top or bottom?"

He groaned and shoved her feet off his knees as he got up. "Woman! That's not a question to ask a man."

She sat up then, leaning forward, elbows on her knees. "Why not? I want him. You think, maybe he could want me? I'm not as pretty as she is. She's really pretty and powerful."

Jet fiddled with his arm just a bit, adjusting some hydraulic mechanism that seemed to get out of sync when his blood pressure went up. "You're beautiful, Faye. I'd rather have you at my back than any woman I ever knew. I don't know that Spike's going to be looking for a lover in either of us. She's had him pretty tight for a long time. We came in here to get him and get out, that's it. What I said when I was drunk, that was just drink."

"She's a liar. She used him." Faye scratched her cheek softly as she started looking through her accounts again. It wasn't that long ago that she'd found her old home, started to remember being that girl on the video tape. Sometimes she just felt completely out of sync with reality though, like so many little things had changed from before her accident to now that no matter how she looked young and looked like she fit in, she really didn't and never would. Julia had even used her to send a message to Spike, a message that triggered Spike's going off to die, well, almost die. How could a woman that Spike loved so much set him up like that? But Faye didn't trust her even more because of that moment when she'd looked into her eyes, seen how much Julia loved Spike, she really loved him. "She'll come back for him, Jet. No matter how far we go. And he'll want her, open his arms for her. Nothing I can give him will be good enough."

"What kind of talk is that," Jet snarled, rounding on her. "You're a gambler, Faye, and less than a day ago we would have gambled anything to get him back, just the chance to get him back. Spike is alive and we're leaving with him. We have a ship and we have food. Speaking of which, where's Ed and Ein?"

Fay sat up a bit more. "I don't know. Don't they have to be here to hear what this doctor has to say too?"

"Ein is not helping to take care of Spike." Jet said, looking at Faye as if she'd lost it. "Ed, well, she ought to go back to Earth."

"I think it's too late to keep her out of this mess. Julia herself sent for Ed. Shit, Jet, she sent for Ed before she decided to save Spike. Or do you think she always mean to save Spike."

"I don't want to talk about it." Now it was Jet's turn to stare out into the garden. "Faye, what about me? Could you want me?" He hadn't meant to ask, hadn't thought about it before the words slipped out of his mouth, but there they were. He felt old and only half there, half made of metal, and a gnome compared to the blond demon that Spike loved. "Never mind," he spat just as fast as the words had come in the first place and strode towards the bathroom.

The words caught Faye by surprise, complete surprise. "Jet!" She jumped up from the couch, mind going a mile a minute. Love and sex, it didn't make as much sense as she'd like and while she could look at Spike and feel like she was going to melt, suddenly, she realized that Jet was ... Was more than just ... Just she didn't know, but she needed emotionally and sexually, she needed more than she could put into nice little words or frame in some healthy understanding. Quickly she ran around the coffee table with the computer and across the room to catch his hand. Metal against soft skin, but she held him until he stopped and turned to look at her. With one hand she reached up, feeling intensely shy and touched one sideburn, the bushy black at the side of his face. "Jet." She smiled as she said it and squeezed his hand. "I don't know how to do this. All I know real well is running away."

Jet's flesh hand came around and caught her hand, pressing her fingers to his cheek, as he studied her face. "If my heart starts it don't quite easy."

"Could your heart start for me? I mean, cuz we both want him, but could you want me too?"

He leaned forward then, still holding her hand against his cheek, and touched his lips to hers, softly like a bear and a fox. The kiss was gentle, more about his heart than about the lust that she'd seemed to fear. She leaned into the kiss, choosing to open to him and being surprised by how sweet it felt, how right as her tongue slipped past his lips, seeking his tongue. He moaned softly, forgetting that his cybernetic arm wasn't soft flesh as he slid it up her back to cup her head and pull her close, forgetting to keep the distance between them. She rose up on the balls of her feet, nearly bare legs leaning against his and they answered each others' questions.