Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Stopping the Rain ❯ Starting to Wake ( Chapter 2 )

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Spike opened his eyes slowly. He was in too much pain to be dead, but couldn't exactly put his finger on why he wasn't. Groaning softly he turned his head to the side, surveying the room he was in. It was small and white with minimal furnishings. Casting his eyes to the side he noticed a chair, or more specifically the plum haired woman currently curled up in it. Now he knew for sure he wasn't dead. If he were in heaven, than Faye would be the last person he would see. And if he were in hell Faye would be talking and bitching at him, not curled into a little ball and sleeping heavily.

 

The door cracked open and Spike tensed, trying to see who it was. He relaxed when he came face to face with the doctor.

 

“Good to see you're awake. Thought you weren't ever going to wake up.” The elder man said while checking on Spikes many bandages.

 

“How long have I been out doc?”

 

“A little under a week. You really ought to thank the young lady. She hasn't left your side the entire time and this is the fist rest she's had that I know of. On top of that she fronted the money to patch you up. You had more blood out than in!” The doctor chuckled at his little joke before moving to change the I.V. in Spikes arm.

 

“Faye did? That Faye?” Spike asked with complete and total disbelief written on his face.

 

At the sound of her name the woman in question sat up and stretched like a cat. Rolling her head around on her shoulders she opened green eyes to be met with Spike's mismatched ones. She froze in mid stretch, arm over her head, and almost fell out of the chair.

 

“Hey you're awake.”

 

“Looks that way.”

 

“At least you caught up on your beauty sleep. You could use it.”

 

Spike smirked. This was the Faye he was used to. But the genuine smile on her face he wasn't. Yeah she smiled, but it was usually to get her way. The doctor, meanwhile, excused himself before closing the door behind him and leaving the two alone.

 

“Where's Jet?”

 

“Back at the Bebop. He had to make some repairs after that meeting with your little friends. It should be up and running again in a day or so. The Swordfish is already there. Figured we could hock it if you ended up dying.” Faye's smile shifted into her usual smirk and made Spike feel a little more comfortable. This Faye he could deal with. Faye acting like a nice normal-ish girl could possibly make him go insane.

 

“Well at least then it would have been good for something.” Spike smirked back at her. He would die for a cigarette right now.

 

As if reading his mind Faye pulled out two cigarettes and lit them both before passing one to Spike. She found a little ashtray and placed it on his heavily bandaged chest. Spike took a long drag and exhaled. Heaven, complete and total heaven. After a minute of silence he turned to look at her again.

 

“So what exactly happened? Last thing I remember is the stairs, and them meeting my face.”

 

“Well let's see… I came in, took care of the goons, scooped you up, and brought you here.” Faye paused to take another hit off of her cigarette before letting it out slowly and looking him in the eyes. “You died Spike. When we got here you were gone. The doctor did what he could, got your heart re-started, and put all your guts back where they belonged. Ya know, inside of you? We weren't sure you would ever wake up.” She ground out the cigarette in agitation, causing him to wince slightly at the pressure on his chest.

 

“Sorry!” She quickly sputtered, dragging her hand through her hair.

 

“Faye…” Spike started. He was starting to think that he really was dead. Faye had apologized. This had only happened once since he had met her. If she said thank you then he would know that he was definitely dead. Then what she had said registered in his mind. “You came for me? Not Jet?”

 

“Umm… yeah.” Faye laughed uncomfortably,

 

“You came into Red Dragon syndicate headquarters, one of the biggest yakuza clans on Mars, by yourself? Are you a complete idiot?” Spike growled as he sat halfway up before her hands were on his shoulders pushing him back down.

 

“Spike you lunk head, stay down! I'm not having that doctor sew you back up again just because you are too stupid to not move around yet.” She spat out as she held him down.

 

“Faye, there were over fifteen heavily armed men there. What was your big plan? Con them to death? You could have been killed.” Spike stopped struggling once he felt his wounds start to protest.

 

“Well the plan was to put a bunch of bullets into them, and it was more like twenty. And I would say that it did work out alright after all.” Faye snorted before her face softened and she looked back at him, lighting another cigarette for good measure. “But that's not really the issue now is it? You don't care about all that. I think you're just bent out of shape because it was supposed to be your “last stand” of sorts. You told me that the past didn't matter, and sadly, to a point, you were right. I wasn't about to let you get yourself killed on some stupid suicide mission for things that you did in another life. So I came because now, for once, I can do things without looking back.”

 

“Faye…” Spike started again, trying not to focus on how close to home her statement had hit him.

 

“Plus I owed you one from the last time your buddy Vicious took me. Now we're even.” She then flicked her cigarette out the partially opened window and waltzed out of the room without a backwards look.