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! fan fiction, 52_flavours, album_mix, cowboy bebop, gen!fic

Cowboy Bebop | comforts heaped upon me
Title: comforts heaped upon me
Author: Kjata (edincoat)
Characters & Pairings: Faye Valentine, Spike Spiegel, Jet Black
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Rating & Warnings: PG
Theme & Community: 14. I'm Not Dead, Disc 01, 2007 Warped Tour Compilation, album_mix (04/50), 21. the heart of a gypsy, 52_flavours (04/52)
Words: ~1000
Disclaimer: Characters, Setting, and Original Content that this fic is based upon belongs to those who own them - Namely, anyone but me.

Note: Okay, so I'm trying to write het!fic again, basically because I am now being pestered to do so. And instead, I ended up with gen!fic, but whatever, it isn't homoerotic and that should appease or else I'll start to write Bible slash for spite. And yes, in a probable rut with the straight slash ahaha all the time, but when I'm entirely focused on J2 RPS whenever I have the time to read anything, it's sort of hard ahaha again to write anything but. (and as an aside, I want to tie up and give lots of tongue kisses to RPS in general, because wow fandom that almost entirely consist of porn! It's a little scary around the edges, but like crack cocaine, once it's got you, it's got you, brain damage or no.)

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Okay, so she has her cancer sticks and she has her dignity, but she hasn't got money and she hasn't got a destination. She can stand there and deny it all she wants, scream and stomp and act like an overgrown toddler (even though she is in fact older than them all), but it won't change those few facts into something like fiction where she can write her own story and just get on with it.

Jet stands there, looking down at her slumped posture with his arms crossed over his chest and his expression speaking volumes. All that and more, just grow up Faye Valentine. And it rings through the air and batters her eardrums, even though he hasn't said a word, and she's said far too many.

"We're going to pick him up," he says, voice rusty from lack of use. "You can leave now if you don't want to see him."

He walks away from her, her just sitting there on the cold metal floor of the Bebop. Shoulders shake in either laughter or hysteria, she hasn't figured out which, and she silently falls apart.


It's a clear day on Mars, environmental dome creating picture perfect weather for picnics and blankets and baskets filled with synthetic food to be consumed by people who've never tasted the real thing. Birds fly over the port, never seen the real habitat for them, but they cry and screech and shit like the ones from home so they still count as 'fucking birds' as opposed to 'oh the poor things they're so fake and twisted'.

Faye would rather see herself as fake and twisted, but that would be moping, and she isn't here to mope. She's here to watch the ship while Jet flies off like a gunslinger in those old Westerns that her father let her watch when she was a child, going to save the other gunslinger who got shot up by those Indians and held hostage in a tepee. And then she laughs a little, because Spike in a tepee is one of the most hilarious things she's ever thought of, and she should really remember that for future moments that are sure to come.

There is never a period of time where Spike wouldn't annoy her, and even though he's been dead for a year, she doubts this will change much.

The water lapping at the side of the ship provides a soothing background noise while she watches burly men break weak men's knees for not paying a debt on time, and the merchants unload their wares onto the dock to transfer to shops and warehouses within the hour. This is all monotonous, a life that isn't bounty hunting and more like going through the motions while waiting for something to happen.

The hammerhead is on the horizon, and oh, there's something happening right there. Smells like content for the next chapter in their adventure, but really, it's just making things turn back into what they were.

She feels a little relieved by this, and just a little sad as well.


Spike hasn't said a word to her, and it just might make her snap soon. Her fingernails have already left many crescent-shaped imprints on her palms from clenching fingers and digging in bits of dead protein, and her jaw aches from all the grinding her teeth are doing. But still, she says a few things, softly and apprehensively, and when he doesn't reply she leaves his immediate vicinity and bites down yet another scream.

Since when has he had the right to ignore her? Since he died? Death doesn't excuse asshole antics, and it angers in a way that only Spike Spiegel could. The urge to kill him in his sleep is back in full force, and she wonders if unscrewing the top of the salt dispenser will make it abate a little.


Jet walks into the common room one day and loudly pronounces that since they have a surplus of funds right now, they're going to Earth to look for Ed and Ein. This statement is followed by a cough and a blush and a stammer, because Jet doesn't like everyone knowing how much he loves the kid, and him saying that he plans on looking for her sort of lets that secret out of the bag.

Faye sits and watches Spike, waits for his reaction because if he protests she's going to shoot him. Probably in a foot, but she'll shoot him nonetheless.

Spike just sort of shrugs, scratches at his belly, and closes his eyes. Murmurs around a cigarette, "Fine," and dozes off.

Jet leaves, she sits there, and the compulsion to kill him is still strong. So she leans over and tweaks his foot, right at the toe and right where it's propped up on the table.

He opens an eye a crack and looks at her, then closes it again.

She pokes at his foot again, hard enough to knock it from it's perch, and grins at him even though he can't see her through closed eyes. Waits until he puts his feet back onto the table, then wraps her fingers around his ankle and digs fingernails through the fabric of his trousers.


It's three weeks before they find Edward and Ein, both a little hungry around the edges but still bright and bubbly and ready for space travel. Spike still isn't speaking to her, but now it's because she attacks his ankles to hear him scream at her, and he's in a constant mood of sulk and gimp, where he gets to glare at her from under his eyebrows and limp everywhere.

Ed and Jet's familial reunion is cute enough to rot her teeth, so she crouches down and scratches the dog between the ears and just smiles to herself, because this is things going back to the way they were, and yeah, new content for new chapter, but still the same old story with the same lines and the same paragraphs and the same full stops that always lead to the next segment.

Spike stands next to her and grumbles something about hating children and animals, and she reaches for him without even thinking, fingers flexing and bright smile enough to blind.