going, going, gone ♡ ( fin. )

session six

⇀ responsible adult ↼

Callisto was alot dimmer then she remembered, or maybe it was the fact that it was too early. The sun still hadn't come up, the midnight sky still painted the atmosphere. Jet had kept ringining her communicator, she simply clipped it to her shorts and let it buzz against her legs.

Faye stood on the sidewalk, walking with her hands shoved in her pockets. Her posture was lower than normal, shoulders bent. She felt drained, utterly drained.

She walked the same streets that she did when she first came here, she didn't need a jacket this time around though. Faye grumbled at the heat, her stockings itching her skin.

She puffed smoke outve the space in her lips, balancing the cigarette with expertise. Her eyes scanned the empty streets, in between the alleyways people laughed. Everyone caught up in their own midnight liaisons, there was little travel in the main roads; everything seemed to be behind the scenes.

Faye regretted ignoring Jet for a moment as she kept moving, her eyes searching for the little alcove on this planet. Blue Crow, it was a small city of sorts on the more broken side of the city.

Faye moved forward putting space between the Redtail and herself. Her key jumped in the thin pockets of her banana colored shorts. Two drunken men whistled at her, calling her baby. She chortled and ignored them focusing on the violet lights drawing her in.

It was hypnotizing to see lights so beautiful, and she realized she had made it back to where she wanted too. It was some kind of therapy to be back here, she wondered who'd be playing music tonight.

The Rester House; the sign flickered in the night and she watched it for a few moments. The people inside looked so comfortable, drinks laid about, and legs up. She watched one booth, two strange males one bigger than the other laughing over who could out drink the other. She watched the other two booth members a small child and a pretty blonde with bright green eyes that sparkled. The blonde was sneering something that Faye couldn't catch through the glass.

Her hands shook, raising to touch the glass almost like she was a child at an animal exhibit; wishing she could pet the lions. Her face fell, hair spilling out blocking her vision. She stared into her hair wondering if this is what they looked like in moments of peace, if they were some semblance of a family. They were dysfunctional by all means, but was there love? Was there something of substance? Jet had risked so much to pull Spike from the ruined building, and Faye had swooped in on the side.

She recounted the times they had looked after each other, how they searched for her VHS machine so she could get her memories. There was a hint of selfishness stitched in too though; Spike was definetly a nosy bastard, but they had cared. They had cared even if it was the smallest amount possible, and Edward sat by her while she rewinded it over and over. She really didn't comprehend what Faye was feeling, but her presence was something that she had appreciated.

She never admitted it though; now the kid was gone, Faye never told Spike the truth either; all she did was point her gun at him and accuse him for abandoning them. He did abandon them, they were….. something to each other at the very least and he put the final nail in the coffin. She hated it.

She didn't have the power to wreck anything, but Spike did; he still had all the power.

"Uh Excuse me—" A low voice called from the left and Faye shot up realizing how strange she looked. Her emerald eyes raised slowly, making it look like her breakdown was something else.