Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Stew ❯ It Doesn't Heal With Time ( Chapter 11 )

No, I do not own "I Get Lonely," it belongs to Janet Jackson. DAMN these things are a pain in the....erm....O.o;;;....glutteal region!

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Fa ye lay wide awake on her bed, staring out of a small window at the desert sky. She heard Spike's ship start up, and without a doubt, she knew. She knew....

She knew he was gone.

Curling up into a fetal position, suddenly cold all over, she shook violently, too hurt to cry. Every muscle in her body ached, every nerve screamed in pain, every blood vessel pounded with stress.

Funny how these things turn out. Funny how I love you so much I feel like I've been shredded, torn to pieces, and I don't exist anymore. Funny how every part of me aches for you like....like.....

"Oh, God," she whispered hoarsely. Finally, the tears came.

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Spike tossed his cigarette aside quickly as he dodged a swerving car, driven by his target.

I wonder how she's doing. Does she still.....what would she do if I....

The car turned around after it had missed the first time and came back towards him, tires roaring with fury and friction-caused heat. It nearly hit him. He hit the ground a split second below the car ran over him and stayed there as the two pairs of tires flew by on either side of his body.

Maybe you should focus, Spike. That'd be a good idea. This one's, what, how many? 3? 4 million woolong? Yeah, you could use that.

He pushed himself up nimbly and pulled out his gun, shooting bullets at the mad automobile, now coming after him again. The bullets hit the glass and one tire, but did nothing to bring the suspect to his senses.

"Shit!" Spike cursed as he saw he was out of ammo.

You know who could be backing you up right now?

He tucked his gun into his pocket and hurriedly assembled his bazooka from the little pack he carried with him on hunts he thought would be especially difficult. He'd only had to use it once before, and that was for a measly 5,000 woolong, but he had needed it.

Taking careful aim for the tire, he fired.

I wonder what her reaction would be if she saw me again, just by chance. Would she kiss me? Shoot me?The mini-missile hit dead on and exploded, sending the man up a good twenty feet. Spike ran over and caught him gruffly, then cheerfully trotted to the nearby ISSP station.

Why is it that bounty hunting is so much easier when you're alone?

He entered the building, turned the man in, and collected his money in a large suitcase.

Because you don't have feelings for others. You're only depending on yourself. You don't need to tell people to hurry up. You can plan things out without opposition. You can....

His eye fell on a couple walking towards him, both in thick coats, looking happy.

Too happy.

You can....become incredibly lonely.

And lonely he was. Every night he thought about her, wondered what she must think of him, and came up with what, in his mind, probably happened. She probably hated him and altogether forgot him....he would always fantasize of somehow going back and surprising her, then persuading her to leave with him.

Hah. Sounds familiar, he thought bitterly.

That fairy-tale crap never works out. Nonetheless, maybe I should pay a visit....

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Ed looked over, taking a break from hacking, at the miserable woman sitting vacantly at the table, staring into the incredible complexities of its metal surface.

"Faye-faye! Is Faye-faye feeling better to-day?!" Ed sang. No response. Typical by now. For the past several weeks, Faye hadn't mumbled more than ten sentences per day. Jet and Ed were becoming increasingly worried.

Finally, after collecting the bounty for a computer company exec who lead a double life as a crime-leader, Jet decided it was time to leave. Leaving this planet would probably liven Faye up a bit. At this rate, she would slowly dissipate to nothing.

He shook his head sadly and refueled the ship, making sure to get extra fuel tanks as well as refrigerators and cupboards filled.

They took off and headed for Venus. Faye didn't seem to react at all, still sitting at the table like a rock. Her skin had noticeably paled, and the bags under her eyes became deeper and darker with each passing day. Her hair was oily and unwashed, her clothes practically hanging off her lanky frame.

Jet shook his head and opened a can of soup, planning on making her eat.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ < p>Spike, for the first time in a while, permitted himself to look at the little "Bebop radar" he had installed on that ship a few days after he had left it. All he had done was hide a tracking device in the garage under a heavy metal box filled with scraps that no one ever touched and kept the tracker with him until he could put it somewhere on the dashboard.

It indicated that they were on Venus.

Oh boy. I have a longer trip ahead than I thought.

He started up his ship and took off from Callisto and put it on autopilot to reach Venus. He then went back to a very small room he slept in and flopped down on the bed, his stomach churning with anxiety.

What if she won't talk to me? Or what if Jet won't let me see her? What if....if they don't want anything to do with me anymore? A month IS a long time...

He turned over with a groan.

Screw them. I'm coming whether they like it or not.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ < p>Faye had gotten up three times the whole day; getting up from bed, going the the restroom, and now sitting in front of the T.V. rather than at the table. It really made no difference if it was on or not - she didn't care, didn't even blink.

Why? What did I do? What HAPPENED? All because of a dream? Part of it had to be me....right? But what did I do?

Looking around and seeing no one, she curled into a ball and cried until her eyes felt parched.

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Sittin' here with my tears
All alone with my fears
I'm wonderin' if
I have to do
Withoutcha
But there's no reason why i
Fell asleep late last night
Cryin' like a newborn child
Holdin' myself close
Pretendin' my arms are yours
I want no one but you

@]----'----,----

The bastard doesn't even have the balls to call. She shivered and pulled a nearby space blanket over herself.

Why am I so lonely?

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Chorus:

I get so lonely
Can't let
Just anybody hold me
You are the one
That lives in me my dear
Want no one but you
I get so lonely
Can't let
Just anybody hold me
You are the one
That lives in me my dear
Want no one but you

I still remember to the day
In fact it was a 3rd Monday
You came along
To be the one for me
Now I'm alone
Sittin here by the phone
Call and say that you're ok
So that I'll have
The chance to beg you to stay
I want no one but you....

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She stiffened when she heard footsteps approaching. Jet walked slowly toward her, careful not to spill her soup, and opened up a little fold-up table for her, then set it down. His efforts made her aware of what she was doing to the others.

"Jet.....I'm sorry...."

He shook his head. "It's okay. Don't worry about it."

He handed her a pocket-sized vidphone and said softly, "Why don't you give Jordan a call?"

Faye was left there, speechless, as she watched him walk out of the room.

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Spike awoke from his sleep to see that he was about to pass the angry red planet he hadn't set foot on for so long. The place of his birth. The planet he wish he could forget.

His thoughts were interrupted by the crackle of his radio.

"Spike?" a timid voice ventured.

His eyes widened as he recognized it. *No....it can't be....*

"Spike? Spike. It's....Julia."

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A/N: What thinks the peoples? I've already planned out the next like, five or six chapters, but I intend to finish it at or before twenty chapters so I can get on with the sequel, which is the story I originally wrote. However, after reading it over, I thought there should be some kind of relationship before the start of that fic and wrote this one. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!