Poker
By: FFStoryteller
Authors note… It’s really long so you’ve been
warned!
Ok people I have
just seen the end of Cowboy Bebop and have now used about two man sized boxes
of Kleenex! It so sad… (Goes off and cries some more) but (Blows nose loudly) I
remembered something, something a friend told me.
“True love never dies
and can over come every and anything,”
That’s one of the most
beautiful quotes I have ever heard and it got me thinking… Now Julia stupid
person for standing up on top of a roof top why doesn’t she just go and shoot
herself I mean she was pretty much asking for it! Sorry I rant a bit when I’m
depressed!
And that look on Spikes
face… (Cries some more, but nice person gives me another Kleenex) Thank you, so
anyway that look on Spikes face I mean, argh he was
so upset and he’s Mr “I’m cocky and cute and I don’t get depressed!” and he was
just depressed and upset and it was just… ARGHHHH!!!
I can’t explain it! It was upsetting and depressing and… you know what I mean!
I’ve been watching
Cowboy Bebop faithfully since the beginning and Julia has always made me think
that well… (Wears protective gear to shield me self from Julia fans) Spike and
Julia just weren’t meant to be, I mean if she cheated on Vicious with Spike
who’s to say she wouldn’t do it again… (Dodges the rotten fruit and chainsaws
that are thrown at me)
HEY somebody could get
hurt with those you know! Lol
And there always has
been a person who was at the side waiting for her chance and who was as cocky
as Spike and could easily match him in a gun fight, and actually cared about
Spike and not just as an escape route like Julia… Sorry for all you Yuri fans this is a genuine Spike and Faye FOREVER fanfic nothing
else! So Spike +Julia fans look away now and you too Spike + Jet fans, this is
for Spike + Faye fans only. So R+R please and Flamers
will be taken apart and chucked back at the person who wrote them!
Love
FFStoryteller
PS - Jet will be appearing, but not for long
Okies Oh yeah
PPS - All quotes in here are my friend Moonstar so
HANDS OFF or else I will get the fluffy bunny Mafia to kick your ass and shove
carrots up your nose sideways Okies Lol
On
with the story. (^_^)V…
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Earth 1 year after the series.
A lone figure stepped out of an apartment
complex on the shattered surface of earth. He was wearing a blue dress suit, a
yellow shirt and a tie tied loosely around his neck. He ran his hand through
his moss green hair and searched in his pockets until he found what he had been
looking for, a half full packet of cigarettes and a lighter.
He raised a cigarette to his mouth and lit
it, inhaling the acidic smoke and smiling as he blew the smoke out letting the
wind carry it away, just like he wished it would carry away his dreams of those
emerald green eyes and blood red lips that haunted him…
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The
Spaceship Bebop orbiting somewhere around Mars
“And then the guy says “Hey cutie, you wanna
see my ace of spade?
It was sick!” Faye told Jet who laugh smirking at the tale of what happened
today at work.
Faye was now a successful casino worker.
She earned up to 200,000 woolongs a night from being a blackjack dealer, which
meant no more bounty hunting, no more bell peppers and no more getting shot at!
It was enough for Faye to jump for joy, get pissed and miss her first night of
work, but the casino people let her off with it as she was bringing in big
bucks for them! She was their main attraction in that short white shirt that
showed of her toned stomach, long black trousers and classy Diamond headband
that sparkled keeping back her dark purple silk hair and set of her Emerald
eyes that drove the male punters wild! Her table was one of the most played in
the whole casino! She was Poker Alice once again!
Jet was happy doing nothing but working on
the ship with the cash that Faye gave him for letting her live on the Bebop for
a long time. Jet had even given the ship’s kitchen a total overhaul do that the
fridge was actually stock with food and edible food at that!!!!
Ed had come back too, when she found out
about Faye-Faye and her success. Ed’s dad was too flaky even for Ed and the
happy families that Ed had envisioned for her and her father went down the
toilet like Faye’s dinner after a particularly hard night of drinking. So when
Ed gets bored, Ed leaves! So one night she packed up her computer, Ein and
nicked a space racer from somewhere and buggered off back to the Bebop where
all her friends were.
But one thing was missing. A space on the
lemon yellow smoke smelling sofa was always left empty. An extra bowl with food
in it was always prepared. A parking space for a spaceship was always in the
Bebop hanger and there always was one voice missing from the conversation… A
cocky self assured voice that was ready to die each time the spaceship that
never came back, went out for another bounty. The voice that
drove Faye to fire 5 shots into the ceiling of the Bebop in grief, when it went
off to see if it was really alive.
But life had to go on after Spike left to
settle a score and find if he really was alive, and life had gone on. Th only problem
being that these three. The Black Dog, Poker Alice, Fanta
Girl and the Genius Dog had been through too much together, so for lack of a
better word they were like a family and families stick together. So they had
all drifted back together, to try and find that missing person and when they couldn’t
find him they still stuck together. It was how the new Bebop worked, but no
matter how hard they tried one thing would always be missing…
Spike Spiegel
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Earth
“Good morning Mr Valentine, how are you
today?” The blonde girl asked at the reception desk of Spike’s work, “Valentine
Investigations,”
Spike had set this company with the
remainder of the money that he had. He had even taken a false name just to make
sure that any members left of the syndicate couldn’t find him. He had died
twice and wasn’t afraid to die again, but his dreams kept haunting him.
Every night, tangled in his bed sheets he
fought against his imagination and the creatures it threw at him. Bullets,
roses, ice blue eyes framed by blonde hair, a flash of a silver sword, white
hair, a raven and the most re-occurring a pair of emerald eyes shining with a
deep sadness contrasting beautifully with the dark plum hair and rose red lips
curved downwards. In those eyes he saw himself reflected. Green mossy hair out
of control, two tone eyes uncaring as his imagination thoughtfully provided
five gun shots and those emerald green eyes filling up at the edges with unshed
tears, distorting the reflection. Distorting him…
Maybe one day his dreams might give him a
happy ending. An ending that he knew that he and Faye should share. One where
he stopped walking away, turned back, kissed Faye and never left. Where he let
Vicious and Julia go fuck themselves as he was happy
and the past was in the past. He had another way to know if he was alive and
all he had to do was look into those emerald eyes and see himself reflected in
them.
He had come to realise it over the year he
had been gone that he cared more for Faye then he did for Julia. Julia was
exciting and made life memorable, but for all the wrong reason’s. She didn’t
love him, she loved the way that Spike would protect her and make sure she was
safe, but there was another person who Spike would fight for, all for just one
smile of those red lips and to see the happiness that he thought she deserved
to feel. The one who he knew would back him in a gunfight and would argue with
him ‘til the end of time, he would argue back just to see that fire in her eyes
flare up again. He knew for a long time, but as Moonstar says
“What the heart knows and what the head
understands are totally different things,”
And Spike’s heart had just finally been
able to make his brain understand.
“Mr Valentine you have a no clients
waiting, ,”
Breaking Spikes deep thoughts, the
receptionist smiled and got back on with her typing.
Spike nodded his head and made for the
stairs until the receptionist said,
“Oh Mr Valentine, I found this I think you
might want it,” The receptionist grinned and handed over a brown folder with
“Ace of Hearts” on the top
“So who is it?”
“Someone you know…” The lady smiled and
said no more. Spike should know what she was talking about. When Spike had
first set up this agency he came in to work one day and found a lady sitting at
the desk typing away. Spike hadn’t hired anyone, but he knew when he was
getting a good deal. The lady sat and listened patiently to Spike’s story and helped
him with trying to find the Bebop which had now become elusive. She was
basically a cheaper version of a therapist that did all of Spike’s typing.
Spike grinned and opened up the brown
folder with “Poker” on it. A tonne of paperwork fell out, but what made Spike
catch his breath was a photo that fell out. He quickly grabbed it of the floor
and examined it. In the photo was a young lady, about 25. She was in a casino
wearing a short white shirt, black trousers, and a diamond headband. She had a
mane of purple hair and the thing that caught Spike the most was her emerald
green eyes. He had seen them lately, in his dreams. He managed to let out one
word…
“Faye…?”
His two toned eyes shone with a new
purpose and he got to work arranging travel to Mars.
“This is going to be fun,” He said to the
lady. “Thanks, you’re welcome to the building; I don’t think I’ll be back.”
He picked up his jacket from the coat rack
and walked out of the building towards his space fighter the swordfish II.
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Mar’s
Casino Royal two weeks later
“And dealer wins again, no hard feeling
gentlemen?” Faye asked smiling at the hand she had. There were various protests
at the thought of hard feeling and just to make sure she didn’t feel there was
any here have a 100 woolong chip as a tip. She had been working here for about
eight months now and boy was it easy!
Just make sure the guest
come out with less than they came in with and make sure they have a smile on
their face Is what her boss had told her.
Maybe legitimate casino
stuff is what I’m made for
Faye reasoned as her hands quickly diced the cards on he pool table green
blackjack table
“Why thank you sir, so I have enough time
left for one more hand. Who’s in?” Faye asked smiling.
Putty in my hands is
what these guys are, putty
She thought smiling as bets started to come in.
“Room for one more to join this table?” A
voice asked. The crowd separated as a man dressed in a black suit, black shirt,
black trousers and white tie sat down at the table. His mop of messy green hair
set off his two toned chocolate eyes.
SPIKE! Faye’s mind screamed at her. ITS SPIKE!!!!! OH GOD WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU
BEEN? SO MANY QUESTIONS! Mustn’t
lose him. Got to keep him here! Her words were still screaming.
Not showing the rampaging train of
thoughts that was running through her head she instead smiled and started to
deal.
After about five minutes of Spike winning
then Faye winning and etc the crowd noticed that Faye was smiling only at this
man and so all the guys buggered off with their pockets considerably lighter
than when they first came in.
“Déjà vu cowboy,” Faye commented as she
won everything as Spike was on his last chip.
“Yeah, but this time I’ll leave it as a
tip,” He threw down the last 100 woolong chip he had onto the table and started
to walk away.
Like you’re getting away
that easy Cowboy!
Faye
called over to the supervisor that she was going now and ran after the
departing figure, losing him in the crowds. She got outside the Casino and
looked around for him seeing nothing, but cars and people none of whom were
Spike.
“Shit,” She cursed and started the walk to
the space port alone until she caught out of the corner of her eye a figure
cloaked in darkness, leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette. The glowing red tip standing out like a beacon in the night.
“Gotcha Cowboy,” She walked over to the
alley way where the figure stood.
“Spike? Is that really you?” Faye edged
cautiously towards that alleyway’s opening. Her hand was slowly reaching for
her handgun, just in case it was some other guy looking for a good time…
“Hiya Faye… Miss
me?” Spike answered as he dropped his cigarette and stubbed it out with his
foot.
“You wished Cowboy,” Faye grinned back as
Spike stepped out the shadows and into the orange light of the street
illuminated by the street lamps seeing as if for the first time Faye.
God’s she beautiful… Spike silently thought as Faye stood in
front of him smiling at him. His heart was beating twice as fast and he
couldn’t seem to think straight, not with Fairy Faye in front of him.
Maybe now the nightmares will end…
Faye had been thinking for a long time
about this. What would she do if Spike came back? She had played various
scenarios in her head. One where would develop razor sharp wit and make him
sorry that he had ever left. One where she would put him in a room and make
sure he could never leave the Bebop again and the final one where he came back
and said he loved her and would never leave her again. That one was her
particular favourite and now with Spike next to her, she had no razor sharp
wit, he wasn’t saying sorry, all she was left with was a desire to hold him. To
bury her head into his shirt, breathe in the reassuring smell of him and never
leave his arms, not ever.
Fuck it! She made her mind up and lunged into his
arms. Spike was nearly knocked back with the force, but managed to stay upright
and instead went back a little into alley. Hidden back in the darkness Spike
put his arms around Faye and leant his head onto her dark amethyst hair,
breathing in her smell of dark lilies and relaxing.
“So you did miss me a little at least,” He
smirked as Faye nodded into his shirt that had become a little wet as Faye
cried into it. “Hey don’t cry Faye, you’ll wreck my shirt,” He raised a hand up
into Faye’s violet hair.
“Serves you right if I wreck your shirt,”
she mumbled smiling. “You shouldn’t of left, and now I’m gonna wreck all your
shirts just so you can’t leave me again!”
Spike smiled and lifted Faye’s chin up
gently with a callused hand, drowning himself in those emerald eyes.
“You’re gonna have to do better than that
Faye.” He leant over and swiftly pressed his lips to hers, tasting the rose’s
that her lip were coloured. Faye was in shock, but not so much shock that she
couldn’t kiss back.
He tastes like cinnamon…
I love cinnamon swirls.
Faye thought contentedly as her arms reached up and wrapped themselves
around Spike’s neck drawing him closer. You’re not getting away now Cowboy, not ever!
You’re kissing Faye The thought ran around Spike’s head like a
demented P5 that was chanting it every five seconds. And there’s a problem with that? He asked himself as he started to
kiss Faye’s neck before moving back to her lips. He was met with only silence
from his brain. Good.
Faye broke the kiss as she was turning a
shade of blue from lack of air. Still wrapped up in his arms, she smiled at him
and only him.
“Took you long enough, Lunkhead!” She
teased grinning.
He smiled back and went in for a repeat
performance. After that one had finished, Faye was beaming her head off. Then
she remembered something.
“We better get back to the Bebop. Are you
coming home Spike?” She asked Lunkhead.
He nodded his head and smiled. “Yeah I’ll
come home with you Faye,”
As Faye unwrapped his arms from his neck
and started to walk away, she could feel her hand being held by another hand.
She squeezed the hand tightly and leaned into the tall body next to her as she
walked.
“I love you Faye.” Spike spoke honestly to
Faye.
“You know what you’re saying cowboy? That
you love the shrew?”
Spiked nodded.
“I love you too Lunkhead!” Faye reached up
for another kiss and was given one she felt she was going to melt into.
They walked off the street together and
headed towards the Swordfish II Spike thought contentedly.
Maybe now the nightmares
will end.
And as they flew away back to the Bebop
they knew that a barrage of question would be asked, but right now they were
happy with the present, forgetting the past and not knowing what the future
holds for them.
The end
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Well ladies and
gentleman that’s the short version of Poker
Lots of love and hugz
FFStoryteller