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Alone Together; Fall Out Boy

Alone Together

It had been two weeks. The ship was as fixed as it was going to be with the funds they had on hand - long gone now, of course. The RedTail was still fucked. The Swordfish II, Bob had told them, was in an impound lot. The Hammerhead was their only way of getting around for the time being and Jet wasn’t keen on letting Faye utilize his ride.

So she lazed around the ship doing a fat lot of nothing. There wasn’t anything to do. Which suited her motivational level just fine. She could tuck herself away in a corner of the ship no one ever bothered with and cry her eyes out. She could nip into Spike’s room and thoroughly trash the place (after looting it of any ammunition, cigarettes, booze or anything else of value). She could take hours-long showers (at least until the water ran out, which had happened by day 6).

In retrospect, tearing out the pages of the books she’d unearthed in the shambles of Spike’s quarters had been a mistake. Boring though the tomes had likely been, it would have given her something to read as a distraction from her thoughts. When she was feeling especially inspired to do something she would wander there and pick up a page or two and try to decide what sort of story it had been a part of.

The food situation was dire. The water situation had been resolved to a degree - Jet had come back from one trip to town with a case of bottled water - but by this point Faye was feeling so grimy from the inability to wash up that she was half tempted to just go outside and scrub off with sand. She was reasonably sure that was how people did it in the desert.

At any rate, she had wallowed in grief for a while. Mourning for her past self… remorse for encouraging Ed to leave… and of course the sorrow that swept over her multiple times a day when she thought about Spike.

The heartache from each of these woes had not receded a bit. But she was starting to chafe at being left on her own. Having no mission, no job to do, no ability to assist with repairs and no money to throw at the problems to make them go away.

Jet had kindly ignored her since he first blew up on her for shooting up the interior of the ship. She hadn’t even minded - she was no fool, he had needed some way to vent the anger of Spike’s departure and demise. Besides, she’d been half-deaf at the time from firing a gun in such an enclosed space. So she’d let him rail at her and mumbled an apology when it seemed like he was winding down - the mere act of which threw him off so much that he’d simply gaped at her and then turned on his heel and left.

So he had been avoiding her ever since and she had been disinterested in entertaining company while so distraught and depressed. And now her eyes were sore from crying and her mind was kind of blank and she was ready for a distraction. Ready for something to focus on. A goal, perhaps. Anything to break up the monotony of these endless days of silence and anguish.

With a face no doubt ravaged by sadness, she gathered up a few necessary items and set herself up on the bridge to await Jet’s return from whatever shopping trip or bounty mission or just escape from here he’d been on.

The record player was scratching along soothingly by the time she heard his boots climbing up the ladder to her location. The tobacco she’d found underneath Spike’s mattress had been rolled up into a few pathetic looking cigarettes, no filters to be found. There was no booze - she’d guzzled that all away ten days ago.

There was just Faye, alone on the bridge.

There was just Jet, alone on the stairs as he hesitated about entering into her space.

“Well?” She called out to him then, sparking one of the harsh cigarettes. “We might be alone but we may as well be alone together.”