Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Stew ❯ A New Interest ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: I do not own "She's All I Ever Had." That belongs to Ricky Martin or his writers or record company, which probably owns him too. No suing the author! o_O

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Fa ye nearly had to restrain herself from just reaching out and decking him, but also stifled a giggle. For the next ten minutes the Red Dragon members and Spike exchanged thoughts on Vicious, recent organized robberies, and such.

Faye looked around, bored. She yawned several times but Spike paid no attention.

Wait a minute....

Her lips twisted into a smirk.

Creeping silently out of the room, she felt her way to the back hatch as quietly as she could, doing her best not to bump into anything in the dark. Instead of opening the hatch, which would have surely been heard by Spike, she opened a window and climbed out, landing gracefully on her feet and crouching outside in the warm but windy atmosphere of Earth.

With cat-like grace she snuck her way over to one of the ships that these Red Dragon members were on. Getting her gun ready, she carefully climbed up an outside ladder (used to fix the ship from outside while they were in space) and looked in.

Who is THAT?

A gorgeous blonde-haired, blue-eyed hunk of a man was standing with his arms crossed, watching his less refined crew members chat animatedly with the legendary Spike Spiegel. He looked around, bored. Glancing down at his nails, he scraped some blood out from underneath them from a banker they had injured on Triton a week ago. Unlike dust, blood seemed to taint you, especially when you were a member of a monster killing system.

Jordan had long ago given up on saving his humanity. Although he could be just as cold-hearted and selfish as his teammates, he justified it with his anger over the death of his brother, who had been a high-ranking Red Dragon.

Damn assassins.

He slowly turned around to walk to his room, bored beyond belief, when he saw something in the window. When he turned, however, it was gone. He shook it off uneasily and proceeded down the corridor.

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Faye held on frantically to the rungs of the ladder.

What the hell?!?......Has it really been THAT long since I've seen a man? Wait....I'm with Jet and Spike all the time....which is probably why I was so in awe of that beautiful....

She smirked to herself as she jumped down. Slowly, the smirk turned into a grin, then a full-out smile, and she broke out laughing, cackling, until her sides hurt. She crumpled to the ground with the weakness of release.

She felt so free. So renewed. So replenished, revitalized, reborn, rejuvenated.

She didn't feel like she was in love with another.

Now that she had the option to, she had actually felt attracted to someone else. Maybe....her feelings for Spike HADN'T been as strong as she feared them to be. Maybe she was getting a chance to fall in love with someone who HADN'T already given up his heart and soul.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the cock of a gun directly behind her. Slowly, she turned around and looked straight into captivating blue eyes.

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The radio system crackled and the screen finally started giving him a picture. A thin, lanky man with slicked-back hair and thin, wiry glasses flicked onto the glass and into Spike's eyes.

He was dressed in a specific kind of suit, the grayish pinstriped ones with cuffs on the wrists and ankles. Suits of this kind were given to new members to let the more seasoned ones know who they had to look out for during assignments. After 6 months of staying with the syndicate, you would be given a regular black suit which the older members wore. If you had stayed in the syndicate for more than 15 years, you would wear a red suit showing that you weren't afraid of making yourself an easy target - you knew what you were doing and anyone who attempted to harm you wouldn't live long enough to see another sunrise.

No one in the Red Dragon syndicate wore a red suit....no one had ever stayed alive that long as a member.

"One of the stories we heard was something about how you and Vicious were caught during a drug bust getting a new kind of biochemical weapon buried in white powder, disguised to look like some form of narcotics so no one who would be wandering Tijuana's alleys would think anything was out of place. Didn't you two blow up a whole 3 blocks getting away?"

Spike couldn't help but smile, reminiscing of old times he and Vicious used to share. Those surely were the days. He had had a best friend he could rely on, a supportive syndicate led by the Elders, who were appreciative of his work, and.....and Julia.

Julia....

Julia, the saint in a leather catsuit. The rebellious goddess that had captured my heart. She is my savior. My everything.

.....or is she?

She was at one time, I know that with every kicking cell in my body. But....it sure had been a while. Over the years I've spent so many extra minutes, just a few each day, thinking about her. And then there were times like last night when Faye found me outside, when the feeling just washes over me, drowns me in its suffocating masses.

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Here I am

Broken wings

Quiet thoughts

Unspoken dreams

Here I am

Alone again

I need her now

To hold my hand

She's all, she's all I ever had

She's the air I breathe, yeah

She's all, she's all I ever had...

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And.....and that's the problem. Julia is ALL I've ever had, the only person I've ever loved with all my heart, in the depths of my soul. The only being in this world I would have given everything to, done anything for. The woman who had been my sanity, my one and only love.

But it's been so long....and I don't know if the feelings are really still there or if they died with the old me on the night when I decided to leave the syndicate.

Am I just holding on because I've known this feeling too long, because it was my stability throughout all these lonely nights? All these cold, cold nights?

I really don't know. What I do know is that I'm glad there aren't any attractive women around the Bebop. Not that many are, but the thought of ever falling for someone else is not only highly improbable, but....ethically, just....just wrong.

Like breaking a promise to your soul mate.

It would tear me apart, and I definitely don't need anymore pain than I have.

Thank God Faye isn't in the least attractive.

Spike smirked to himself and was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of Nimh's voice.

"Spike? You there?"

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"What are you doing?"

Faye blinked in shock a few times before she gathered her wits and turned on the female charm.

"What do you want me to do?"

Despite himself, he had to laugh. Lowering his gun a little, he helped her up.

"I take it you're riding on the same ship as Spike?"

"Good guess. You must be a genius."

Jordan smiled. "What a lucky man he is."

Faye's confidence, which had, in truth, diminished with her travels on the Bebop, made her smile a sexy little grin that instantly lighted Jordan's face. Apparently he hadn't seen a beautiful woman in a while.

"I'm Faye." She held out her hand cockily, getting a condescending, catch-me-if-you-can kind of attitude.

"Jordan." He took her hand and instead of shaking it, turned it over and bent to kiss it.

A well broke inside her, and she allowed herself to be charmed, flirting back teasingly.

"Nice to meet you. It seems our boys are getting along just fine....why don't we go back to my ship and check up on Spike? You two should meet anyhow."

Faye's mind began working furiously, thinking of a way to release her fellow crew members to show these idiots they didn't know who they were messing with. Humiliation was the best medicine for over-confident, inexperienced rookies.

She smiled to herself.

At least Jordan might prove to be good for something....

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Spike twisted his cigarette into a nearby ashtray and leaned back in his chair, wincing slightly at the biting pain in his stomach.

"Faye! Are there any painkillers in the first aid kit?"

He listened intently for a few minutes. Nothing. Suddenly, he heard the back hatch open and heard laughing.

"....Faye?"

"Spike," she greeted as she came into the room. "I want you to meet someone. This is Jordan."

Spike turned his neck carefully to avoid doing more damage to his wound and looked indifferently at the man who so obviously was attracted to Faye.

He nearly puked with disgust as the strapping man's eyes traveled down his partner's body unrestingly.

His forehead creased and his lips curled into a suspicious frown.

"I'm Spike. Where the hell did YOU come from?"

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A/N: Did you guys like the chapter? Sorry for the long wait, I wanted to see what people thought of how the story was coming along, and I wanted to get 20 reviews before I continued so I knew what direction to take it in. ^_^ In the next chapter, things FINALLY get going between Spike and Faye....I think I see Spike's eyes turning green over Jordan! ^_-