Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Stew ❯ He Did It ( Chapter 8 )

Disclaimer: Sorry to you readers who don't like songfics, but I do. I've planned out a whole butt-load of them for this fic. This time it's "I Did It," by the Dave Mattews Band. I don't own it, didn't write it, blah blah blah....

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What just took place here? Jordan thought bewilderedly, still sitting on his butt in the suddenly cold room.

Did I do something?

He got to his feet, shivering slightly. Maybe he had missed something. Maybe Faye and Spike were....no, that couldn't be. Not with all the stories he'd heard about Vicious' old girlfriend, Julia. The highest-ranking female in the syndicate was often the target of many lustful stares, but of course, if Vicious caught you, he'd castrate you on the spot.

I thought she and Spike still had something going on....wasn't there a rumor that they were lovers? Yes, that was it. Vicious allowed no room for error, and when Julia had screwed up one too many assignments, he had beaten her. Not too badly, but still enough to anger Spike. Or so that's the way the story's told....

He got up and exited the room, walking slowly around the halls of the Bebop, thinking to himself.

And....when Spike saw the marks and bruises on her, he went ballistic. Snapped. Almost killed Vicious. Hell, they almost killed each other, they were so equally matched. The other Red Dragons began taking sides, placing bets, and violence broke out among them as well.....and when the Elders heard about it, they put it to an end. Had the living daylights smacked out of both of them, to teach them a lesson and to serve as an example that NO ONE in THEIR syndicate was going to disobey them, even the two men who were bound to be the future leaders of it.

He turned a corner and could hear voices now. Accelerating his speed, he crept silently along a wall when the voices got clear and carefully peeked around the corner.

Spike and Faye were talking....it didn't seem like it was anything very important. He heard a fragment of something Spike had said....something about....stew? And they both had laughed. As Jordan continued to watch them, he examined the wiry, easy-going, poofy-haired man and wondered how HE could be THE Spike Spiegel. A master martial artsman. An incredibly skilled fighter. A legend in the mafia.

And then.....and then he left. The Elders tried to convince him to stay, but he left anyway. Left just like that, with no words to Vicious or anyone else. Not even Julia. He left her, and she still loved him. But does he still.....love her?

Spike was now speaking heatedly about....carrots?

Jordan smiled to himself as he headed back to the rotating room (well, it appeared to rotate, but the room itself didn't actually turn).

I need to get my ears checked.

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Oblivious to how close they had been to being discovered a few minutes earlier, Spike and Faye were still sitting close together on the couch.

Faye looked at Spike breathlessly.

Did....did that just happen?!?

She leaned into him and kissed him hard, savoring this delicious moment. Her long, white fingers entwined themselves in his soft green hair.

When she finally pulled away, she caressed the side of his face ever-so gently with her silky smooth hand. Spike closed his eyes, her touch pure electricity, then opened them and smiled at her, a beautiful, serene smile that took her breath away.

"Spike....I was going to say that....that I....I do. I do need you, I do want you."

For once, Spike was speechless. After a few moments of stunned silence, he croaked, "You....what?"

She laughed. "I do," she repeated quietly.

"God, Faye, I always knew you were fast, but you're acting like we're at the alter!"

Faye's mouth dropped open for a second and she elbowed him.

He chuckled, rubbing his chest where she hit it, and leaned back, feeling almost euphoric. Faye leaned back into him, resting her back on his side and tilting her head back so it was resting on his shoulder.

Spike had his eyes closed, wondering what exactly he had gotten himself into.

Is this right? I can't believe I did it. What if I still love Julia? It would....hurt Faye. I'd never do that on purpose, as annoying as she is sometimes. Maybe I shouldn't have told her. Maybe this was the wrong decision to make. Maybe-

He opened his eyes to the gloriously tempting sight of Faye's long, milky-white neck just a few inches from his face.

....nah.

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The little communication radio beeped twice before Jordan answered it. Whipping out the antenna, he pressed a button and held it up to his ear.

"Yeah?"

"Jordan! Where have you BEEN? We've been looking for you forever!"

"Woah, calm down, Kwan. What do you want? Do you NEED me or something?"

"Well, you know how we were just going to let these people go? Two of the guys from the other ship still think we should get Spike so Vicious won't come after us, but they haven't even talked to him. All the guys on our ship think we should just let them go, but we need your opinion."

"Well of course I'm going to say let them go! I'm here on their ship right now!"

Silence.

"WHAT?!?"

"You heard me."

"But....but why??"

"I'm just visiting a new friend." He smirked at the panic in his friend's voice.

"Don't worry about me, Kwan, just let them go. Tell the other ship that we are sticking to the original plan of taking up residence on Triton. Ever since the war, no one's bothered to visit. It's perfect."

"Fine. But we need you over here, just a safety precaution. You never know what these people might do if they suddenly decide to get revenge on us."

Jordan sighed. "Okay, I'll be right over."

He turned off the mini radio and looked around. He couldn't be too far from Faye's room. Going out the door on the opposite side of the one he had come through, he wandered until he found it. Cigarette boxes, a few ship parts, some poker chips, a broken die, and a bra were lying strewn around the room.

It's either Faye's or a drag queen's. Hmm....yeah, it's Faye's, he thought as he picked up the bra. It was labeled 34C.

"Yep. Spike definitely is NOT a C."

He took a pen out of his pocket and write carefully on the outside of one cup, "Faye - give me a ring sometime," and left his private vidphone number.

With one last look around, he made his way to the nearest window and jumped out.

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Spike grinned to himself, still staring at her neck.

Ah hell. It's worth it.

He leaned down and almost shyly kissed her throat. His soft lips seared her skin, and Faye gasped in surprise as her eyes shot wide open. Spike very lightly trailed kisses down her jawbone and under her chin, reaching the hollow of her throat. Faye sighed lovingly and put her arms around his neck.

She hugged him tightly, then whispered, "What exactly do you need me for?"

Spike chuckled.

"Well, that depends on-"

"VVVVROOMMMM!!!!"

Ed came leaping into the room. Faye jumped up and nearly lost her balance. Jet came in a few seconds later, holding Ein in his arms.

"Oooh! What were Faye-Faye and Spike-person doing? Playing a game? Ed wants to play too!"

"No, Ed, we weren't playing a game," Faye said, turning a near scarlet.

"Excuse me...."

She walked off in a daze, still hot from Spike's kisses.

"Hey, Spike!" Jet said gruffly, obviously peeved. "Those 'friends' of yours aren't too polite. They just tied us up and threw us in their ship like criminals. Stupid amateurs. One was playing around with the radio like he was a little kid, talking in fake deep voices, trying to sound scary. Idiots....I can't believe men like that are in the Red Dragon syndicate."

"Chill, Jet. They're probably just related to other members and the Elders will put up with them until they finally grow up."

Jet mumbled something under his breath.

Spike had to smile. Should he announce that he had won the bet?

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I did it
Do you think I've gone too far?
I did it
Guilty as charged
I did it
It was me right or wrong
I did it
Yeah

It's a nickel or a dime for what I've done
The truth is that I don't really care

For such a lovely crime I'll do the time

You better lock me up I'll do it again

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"Anyway, did we miss anything?" Jet asked, propelling Spike out of his little world.

"No, not really..." Spike could feel his face heating up and he didn't know if it was showing.

Jet just sighed, not paying attention, and sat down wearily on the couch.

"I had planned to get food and a doctor. Speaking of which, how's your wound? When I left it looked like it was giving you a pretty hard time."

"I think it's getting better. Either that or it's so painful, the nerves got numb. I'm not feeling it."

Jet looked at him like he was crazy.

"You don't FEEL it?"
"Nope. Nothing."

Spike got up and walked over to Jet, patting his back. "Ah well, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I'm just concerned about starving to death."

Jet's stomach growled. He sighed and flopped across the couch, his arm over his eyes.

"I'm probably making a big mistake, but....here."

He handed Spike the last of their money.

"Go get the food yourself. Take Faye with you if you can, I don't need her aggravating voice around while I'm trying to sleep. Oh, don't let her buy anything stupid and make sure that she gets her....'feminine hygeine products' this time so she doesn't flip out again."

Spike was already out of the room, roaming the ship looking for Faye.

"Faye! Where are you?"

He saw her door was slightly ajar and pushed it open. Faye was standing there, topless with her back turned towards him. She was holding a bra in her hands.

"Come in, Spike."

He hesitated.

Ah, great. Way to screw things up and embarrass yourself.

Nonetheless, he came in a closed the door behind him. Faye looked over her naked shoulder at him. Their eyes met and Spike looked away, blushing a crimson color.

"Why were you looking for me?"

"Well, Jet wants us to go grocery shopping, since he's dead tired from being held hostage." Spike snickered.

"Oh, okay. I'll be ready in no time. I just was changing and I saw that....Jordan left me his number."

Spike's shoulders tensed and his smile dropped. "Oh?"

"Yeah, but that's not gonna happen. I have better...guys to do."

She turned around and winked at him.

Spike blushed again and looked down at his shoes, scuffling the carpet with his toe.

"Spike, you don't have to worry....I'm not going to do anything," she said, giggling.

God he's adorable!

He met her eyes again.

"Darn," he said, with a mischievous smile.

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All you people are the skewers of our dreams
Like the cat that collared me:

"Oh, what I gotta say to you
You got love
Don't turn it down
Turn it loud
Let it build
We got a long way to go
But you, ya gotta start somewhere."

Go door to door
Spread the love you got
You got the love
You get what you want
Does it matter where you get it from?
I for one
Don't turn my cheek for anyone
Unturn your cheek to give your love
Love to grow

I did it
Do you think I've gone too far?
I did it
Guilty as charged
I did it
It was me right or wrong
I did it
Yeah....

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A/N: Argh. LOOOOONG chapter and nothing really happened. Ah well, can't have every chappie really dramatic and crammed full of twists 'cuz then it'd be a soap opera. o_O I will post the next chapter ASAP, hopefully tomorrow night. *puts on pirate hat* "Argh, maties! Thar be stormy waters ahead!" ^_- Sorry, that's just to warn of upcoming conflict, probably in the next chapter or chapter after next. Again, thank you for your reviews, the more I get, the more motivated I am to make this fic good! ^_^ Arigato!