what is this i don't evenrampant_chaos8August 25 2010, 05:27:40 UTC
Okay, this is so... on-the-fly. Because it's late D:
After the third sleepless night in a row, Faye had finally had enough.
There was only so much time she could spend lying there on her bed, counting the number of cracks in the ceiling above her. She thought it would be a failsafe way to bore herself to sleep. But all she’d managed to get from that were dark circles under her eyes and the knowledge that the Bebop was even more of a decrepit piece of shit than she’d previously thought, if that were possible.
She sighed. This room was beginning to drive her crazy. She had to get out.
Maybe she’d have a smoke, somewhere else. Might as well. Not like there was much else to do anyway.
She grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter off her nightstand and stepped out into the hallway, wandering the whole ship aimlessly in search of the right spot. Everywhere she passed was quiet. And appeared to be sans lunkhead, which was the most important thing.
But that was soon disturbed when she heard some sort of unintelligible… something… coming through the hangar door as she passed by. She stopped in her tracks and frowned. Someone else was up too. Why couldn’t they just let her enjoy her goddamn cigarette in peace?
The voice continued, and soon curiosity took over. She opened the door. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight that greeted her when she did.
There was Spike, standing on a ladder propped against the Swordfish, wiping the top of the windshield in an almost… loving… sort of way. He didn’t look up, even though she had practically slammed the door, the echoes of that still reverberating all over the walls.
“It’s all right, baby,” he was saying as he worked, his voice more affectionate than Faye had ever heard it be to anything. “I’ll get you cleaned right up.”
She stared. Seriously? He came to see the damn thing in the middle of the night like this? And called it “baby”? Idiot.
She started to make as much noise as possible while still being subtle, hoping she’d catch his attention. After all, this was too good to pass up. But he either ignored her or didn’t hear her, continuing his little meaningless task.
After a few moments he threw the cloth aside and smiled. “All right,” he said in satisfaction. “You’re a good little ship, aren’t you, baby?” The mumblings soon became more incoherent, all in that same bizarre loving tone.
As if that wasn’t strange enough, he then sprawled himself all over the front of the ship, and pressed his face against the windshield glass and closed his eyes. More mumblings. She honestly didn’t want to know what they were.
He didn’t move for a long time. This was… weird. Really weird. She didn’t know whether to be amused or confused. She settled on a mixture.
“I’ll just… leave you two alone now,” she practically yelled in one last attempt to let him know she’d been there as she turned on her heel to go.
Still no response.
She looked one last time at that image, shook her head, and left.
Re: what is this i don't evenrampant_chaos8August 25 2010, 17:44:03 UTC
Admit it, Spike. Deep down, you're just a big dork who thinks he's cool. sorry faye is unable to keep her commentary to herself ;) 'S okay though. I'm guilty of messing with him entirely too much. He's just so much fun!
Aww, thanks <3 Heh, I kind of wing it with all my crackfic. It's fun :D
After the third sleepless night in a row, Faye had finally had enough.
There was only so much time she could spend lying there on her bed, counting the number of cracks in the ceiling above her. She thought it would be a failsafe way to bore herself to sleep. But all she’d managed to get from that were dark circles under her eyes and the knowledge that the Bebop was even more of a decrepit piece of shit than she’d previously thought, if that were possible.
She sighed. This room was beginning to drive her crazy. She had to get out.
Maybe she’d have a smoke, somewhere else. Might as well. Not like there was much else to do anyway.
She grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter off her nightstand and stepped out into the hallway, wandering the whole ship aimlessly in search of the right spot. Everywhere she passed was quiet. And appeared to be sans lunkhead, which was the most important thing.
But that was soon disturbed when she heard some sort of unintelligible… something… coming through the hangar door as she passed by. She stopped in her tracks and frowned. Someone else was up too. Why couldn’t they just let her enjoy her goddamn cigarette in peace?
The voice continued, and soon curiosity took over. She opened the door. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight that greeted her when she did.
There was Spike, standing on a ladder propped against the Swordfish, wiping the top of the windshield in an almost… loving… sort of way. He didn’t look up, even though she had practically slammed the door, the echoes of that still reverberating all over the walls.
“It’s all right, baby,” he was saying as he worked, his voice more affectionate than Faye had ever heard it be to anything. “I’ll get you cleaned right up.”
She stared. Seriously? He came to see the damn thing in the middle of the night like this? And called it “baby”? Idiot.
She started to make as much noise as possible while still being subtle, hoping she’d catch his attention. After all, this was too good to pass up. But he either ignored her or didn’t hear her, continuing his little meaningless task.
After a few moments he threw the cloth aside and smiled. “All right,” he said in satisfaction. “You’re a good little ship, aren’t you, baby?” The mumblings soon became more incoherent, all in that same bizarre loving tone.
As if that wasn’t strange enough, he then sprawled himself all over the front of the ship, and pressed his face against the windshield glass and closed his eyes. More mumblings. She honestly didn’t want to know what they were.
He didn’t move for a long time. This was… weird. Really weird. She didn’t know whether to be amused or confused. She settled on a mixture.
“I’ll just… leave you two alone now,” she practically yelled in one last attempt to let him know she’d been there as she turned on her heel to go.
Still no response.
She looked one last time at that image, shook her head, and left.
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Hee, no, thank you! I didn't know what I was doing while writing it XD
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Aww, thanks <3 Heh, I kind of wing it with all my crackfic. It's fun :D
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I did my job
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