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[August 7] [Cowboy Bebop] Ready to Let Go
Title: Ready to Let Go
Day/Theme: August 7/all my life I've been a stranger to myself
Series: Cowboy Bebop
Pairing: Jet/Faye
Rating: K+
Word Count: 427
Jet sat in the burnt-out house with Faye cradled in his arms. He couldn't persuade her to come with him, and he couldn't persuade himself to leave her there. Faye was silent, as if she had lost her capacity for speech. She just kept looking around herself as if she could see something Jet couldn't. Maybe she could. Jet had long ago given up on understanding Faye Valentine.
"How did you even find this place?" he asked finally.
She lifted her head to look him in the eye. "Ed helped," she murmured. "First she recognized part of the videotape, and then I found someone who knew my old address."
Jet stroked her arms briefly. She was covered in gooseflesh from the cold.
"What did you expect to find here?"
"I don't know."
Jet held her close to him, wishing he had some way to lure her away from the wreck of the Earth. But he supposed life on the Bebop wasn't exactly tempting, and his personal charms were worth even less.
"There's nothing here for you, you know," he said.
"I used to be someone," said Faye as if she hadn't heard him. "Someone with a past and a future, but now—"
"You're still someone," said Jet forcefully. "You're you."
"And who am I?"
"Come on Faye, don't ask me things like that." Jet wasn't at his best with emotions or with speeches. But it was time for him to say something if he was ever going to get Faye onto the Hammerhead and back to the Bebop. "You're beautiful," he said finally.
"You really think so?"
"Don't get all weird on me, Faye. You asked me a question and I answered it."
"That's all?" she persisted.
"Fine," said Jet with a sigh. "You're beautiful, and frustrating, and you cheat at cards, and you're smart, and you steal, and somehow you're decent enough inside to keep me here when I'd rather be up on the Bebop having a cigarette and knocking back a stiff drink."
Faye raised her eyebrows but didn't speak.
"So you're somebody," Jet concluded. "Maybe you're not exactly who you wanted to be, but what the hell. Neither am I."
Faye sighed softly. "I'll come with you. Just give me a few more minutes with my memories."
Jet wanted to ask her if she really had any memories of this place but that didn't seem fair. So he sat with Faye huddled against him, cold seeping through his jumpsuit. He was wishing for that drink, but he still wasn't ready to let go.
Day/Theme: August 7/all my life I've been a stranger to myself
Series: Cowboy Bebop
Pairing: Jet/Faye
Rating: K+
Word Count: 427
Jet sat in the burnt-out house with Faye cradled in his arms. He couldn't persuade her to come with him, and he couldn't persuade himself to leave her there. Faye was silent, as if she had lost her capacity for speech. She just kept looking around herself as if she could see something Jet couldn't. Maybe she could. Jet had long ago given up on understanding Faye Valentine.
"How did you even find this place?" he asked finally.
She lifted her head to look him in the eye. "Ed helped," she murmured. "First she recognized part of the videotape, and then I found someone who knew my old address."
Jet stroked her arms briefly. She was covered in gooseflesh from the cold.
"What did you expect to find here?"
"I don't know."
Jet held her close to him, wishing he had some way to lure her away from the wreck of the Earth. But he supposed life on the Bebop wasn't exactly tempting, and his personal charms were worth even less.
"There's nothing here for you, you know," he said.
"I used to be someone," said Faye as if she hadn't heard him. "Someone with a past and a future, but now—"
"You're still someone," said Jet forcefully. "You're you."
"And who am I?"
"Come on Faye, don't ask me things like that." Jet wasn't at his best with emotions or with speeches. But it was time for him to say something if he was ever going to get Faye onto the Hammerhead and back to the Bebop. "You're beautiful," he said finally.
"You really think so?"
"Don't get all weird on me, Faye. You asked me a question and I answered it."
"That's all?" she persisted.
"Fine," said Jet with a sigh. "You're beautiful, and frustrating, and you cheat at cards, and you're smart, and you steal, and somehow you're decent enough inside to keep me here when I'd rather be up on the Bebop having a cigarette and knocking back a stiff drink."
Faye raised her eyebrows but didn't speak.
"So you're somebody," Jet concluded. "Maybe you're not exactly who you wanted to be, but what the hell. Neither am I."
Faye sighed softly. "I'll come with you. Just give me a few more minutes with my memories."
Jet wanted to ask her if she really had any memories of this place but that didn't seem fair. So he sat with Faye huddled against him, cold seeping through his jumpsuit. He was wishing for that drink, but he still wasn't ready to let go.