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sabinetzinTitle: Judas: Act II
Summary: Events take a drastic turn.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 423
Rating/Warnings: G
Pairing: Spike/Faye
A/N: This is set in an AU version of the early part of the series. It directly follows Judas: Act I (formerly just called "Judas"). Act III isn't coming until the 30th kiss. Yes, I am getting myself set up to be mauled by fangirls. Do I care? No.
Her basic plan in life was to take the money and run. It had always served her well in the past. It kept her from getting killed over her constant debts, and since she generally took the money from people outside the law, it didn’t bother the ISSP.
But this wasn’t working out the way she’d intended. The plan had gone off exactly as planned. Then it was time to get her money, and of course she had to stay a night or two. Then it looked like, if she stayed for a couple days more, she could draw even more money out of him. And pretty soon, this was starting to seem like a permanent gig. She kicked herself for not being happy. It was pretty much evident that she could live out her days in luxury with little effort, and she didn’t want to.
She wasn’t entirely sure why her feet had led her down to the cell where Spike was being held. The plan had just sort of bubbled from nowhere. There was a guard, of course. He was dispatched with a few suggestions about what might be done involving him, her, and the bottle of wine stashed in her room.
There he was. Faye had heard the rationale for why he hadn’t been killed yet at least six or seven times. Only Vicious could kill him; he was being treated more than fairly; he was offered a chance to come back, no hard feelings, and rejected it. The only truth in this seemed to her to be his treatment – his cell was a finely appointed room, one more than adequate, if barred.
He scowled when he saw her, but she held up a hand. “You know how to get out of here, right?”
Spike smirked. “If he hadn’t changed the lock, I’d have been gone from here days ago.”
She lifted her skirt. Spike considered whether or not to look, but she stopped at the holster on her thigh.
“You might want to move,” she told him, stepping back. He scrambled out of the way as she shot the lock off. She shoved the door aside, and a klaxon started sounding from somewhere upstairs.
“Why did you-”
“No time! Just go!”
And then he drew her in and there was a kiss. Unlike the first, it was hurried and genuine and completely unexpected. Then, too soon, he broke away and dashed up the stairs.
It took her a few beats to collect herself. Then she was off behind him.
Summary: Events take a drastic turn.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 423
Rating/Warnings: G
Pairing: Spike/Faye
A/N: This is set in an AU version of the early part of the series. It directly follows Judas: Act I (formerly just called "Judas"). Act III isn't coming until the 30th kiss. Yes, I am getting myself set up to be mauled by fangirls. Do I care? No.
Her basic plan in life was to take the money and run. It had always served her well in the past. It kept her from getting killed over her constant debts, and since she generally took the money from people outside the law, it didn’t bother the ISSP.
But this wasn’t working out the way she’d intended. The plan had gone off exactly as planned. Then it was time to get her money, and of course she had to stay a night or two. Then it looked like, if she stayed for a couple days more, she could draw even more money out of him. And pretty soon, this was starting to seem like a permanent gig. She kicked herself for not being happy. It was pretty much evident that she could live out her days in luxury with little effort, and she didn’t want to.
She wasn’t entirely sure why her feet had led her down to the cell where Spike was being held. The plan had just sort of bubbled from nowhere. There was a guard, of course. He was dispatched with a few suggestions about what might be done involving him, her, and the bottle of wine stashed in her room.
There he was. Faye had heard the rationale for why he hadn’t been killed yet at least six or seven times. Only Vicious could kill him; he was being treated more than fairly; he was offered a chance to come back, no hard feelings, and rejected it. The only truth in this seemed to her to be his treatment – his cell was a finely appointed room, one more than adequate, if barred.
He scowled when he saw her, but she held up a hand. “You know how to get out of here, right?”
Spike smirked. “If he hadn’t changed the lock, I’d have been gone from here days ago.”
She lifted her skirt. Spike considered whether or not to look, but she stopped at the holster on her thigh.
“You might want to move,” she told him, stepping back. He scrambled out of the way as she shot the lock off. She shoved the door aside, and a klaxon started sounding from somewhere upstairs.
“Why did you-”
“No time! Just go!”
And then he drew her in and there was a kiss. Unlike the first, it was hurried and genuine and completely unexpected. Then, too soon, he broke away and dashed up the stairs.
It took her a few beats to collect herself. Then she was off behind him.
