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sabinetzinTitle: Judas
Summary: "You shall meet a woman, and you shall be targeted by that woman, and death."
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 269
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: Spike/Faye
A/N: This is the first of my fics for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30_kisses, where I'm the designated Spike/Faye writer. This is for theme 30, "kiss". I mainly joined to force myself to keep writing Bebop fic. Anyway, this is an AU version of the events in Ballad of Fallen Angels. Also, I have a paid account now, and lots more pretty icons.
They’d told her to keep quiet, but Vicious didn’t seem to care. She studied him out of the corner of her eye as he talked to her. Even his voice suggested that he lived up to his name. He outlined his plan carefully, calmly, coldly. She nodded, her gaze flicking back to the stage when she saw him looking at her. It was simple, it was brutal, it would work. It would have to work, or… she’d trained herself not to think about things like that.
Faye ran out of the church to meet him, almost tripping down the steps. She was crying, her makeup running down her face, her dress almost in shreds.
“Spike, thank God you came,” she said, throwing herself onto him.
“I’m not here for-” Spike was cut off by Faye’s lips. It threw him off for a half second, but that was all they needed. Two sets of massive arms grabbed his. Faye stepped back, wiping the tears and the kiss away.
Vicious walked down out of the church. Spike noted with a weird sense of pride that Faye shifted away from him when he slipped his arm around her waist.
“‘You shall meet a woman,’” he quoted, almost laughing. “‘And you shall be targeted by that woman, and death.’ Again. What did it get you? The standard 30 pieces of silver?”
“Three hundred million woolongs,” Vicious answered for her. Spike whistled in mock appreciation.
Vicious led her away as the thugs began to lay into Spike. Her hand came up to her face, and she realized that, this time, the tears were real.
Summary: "You shall meet a woman, and you shall be targeted by that woman, and death."
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 269
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: Spike/Faye
A/N: This is the first of my fics for
30_kisses, where I'm the designated Spike/Faye writer. This is for theme 30, "kiss". I mainly joined to force myself to keep writing Bebop fic. Anyway, this is an AU version of the events in Ballad of Fallen Angels. Also, I have a paid account now, and lots more pretty icons. They’d told her to keep quiet, but Vicious didn’t seem to care. She studied him out of the corner of her eye as he talked to her. Even his voice suggested that he lived up to his name. He outlined his plan carefully, calmly, coldly. She nodded, her gaze flicking back to the stage when she saw him looking at her. It was simple, it was brutal, it would work. It would have to work, or… she’d trained herself not to think about things like that.
Faye ran out of the church to meet him, almost tripping down the steps. She was crying, her makeup running down her face, her dress almost in shreds.
“Spike, thank God you came,” she said, throwing herself onto him.
“I’m not here for-” Spike was cut off by Faye’s lips. It threw him off for a half second, but that was all they needed. Two sets of massive arms grabbed his. Faye stepped back, wiping the tears and the kiss away.
Vicious walked down out of the church. Spike noted with a weird sense of pride that Faye shifted away from him when he slipped his arm around her waist.
“‘You shall meet a woman,’” he quoted, almost laughing. “‘And you shall be targeted by that woman, and death.’ Again. What did it get you? The standard 30 pieces of silver?”
“Three hundred million woolongs,” Vicious answered for her. Spike whistled in mock appreciation.
Vicious led her away as the thugs began to lay into Spike. Her hand came up to her face, and she realized that, this time, the tears were real.
