Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy bebop or affiliated items. I don't even own the awesome ending song.
This is a shonen-ai/Yaoi, and it does have an OC in it, but I'm pretty sure he's not a marty stu. And is just as messed up as any of the other characters :) do enjoy him, he's fun to poke around and rile up.
SpikexOc and I'll bring in all the Bebop crew as well x3 in time. Also I'm sorry ahead of time if anyone is out of character, I'm trying my very best here.
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The hum of the engines could be heard buzzing behind the metal walls as Spike walked down one of the corridors in the heart of the Bebop. Cylinders rolled behind the ever moving center and the noise was more of an annoyance than intrusion. It had been three years since things had been settled with vicious, and he just didn't know what to do with himself, and some days were worse than others.
Julia was gone, Vicious was also gone, so why was he still here? As time had passed he often found himself thinking that, and walking this same corridor just lost in a daze. Faye was off on one of her own excursions at present; a bounty that they'd never see the money from, Jet had become less talkative, maybe because he understood how badly this still hurt Spike. Instead of forcing him out of the long grieving, he spent his time trying to find their next meal ticket. Ed and Ein hadn't returned to the ship in all this time, but they had sent word that soon they would be coming back, he didn't know whether he dreaded that or not. He supposed the extra people might help him.
It was just like old times right now, him and Jet alone on the massive ship, taking a deep sigh he reached down to his pocket, not feeling his usual pack of cigarettes a frown creased his brow and he turned to make his way to the round door. Twisting the air lock handle he pushed out, the metal moving with a soft hiss. Sliding onto the main deck he closed the door back up and proceeded to the actual living quarters, preferably the kitchen where he was sure he'd left his pack. His footsteps echoed hollowly on the metal flooring until he found the door leading out of the hall, opening it with a button push he stepped into the familiar sitting area, the faint scent of cigarette smoke ever present in the air. He started for the kitchen when a voice nearby stopped him mid step.
"Hey, spike, ya back?" It was Jet, sitting in his bathrobe on the leather couch, laptop across his thighs as he browsed over the local listings "The Bebop needs some repairs, I figured we could land in a port somewhere and get some work. Pick up local bounties for small cash until she's ready to go again."
Not one part of what he said was a question and his tone of voice said he's been spending some serious time thinking about it. Spike would have raised a protest but really, what was the point now? They were strapped for cash and close to being stranded in space, they'd need to stop at the nearest port anyway to use what little money they had left to refuel, and really how bad could the small fry be? If it gave them some extra money, and larger bounties often showed up where the small fish schooled, they felt safe there. So eventually they might get something, and if not they'd make enough money in the meantime to hunt in the larger oceans right? But to actually live somewhere, on solid ground? Well, there was a first time for everything.
Giving a half-cocked smiled the green haired male raised one arm, spying an unfinished cigarette on the lip of the ashtray "Hey, what could it hurt? Its only temporary right, Jet?" He took a needed drag on the cig, not caring the look his partner shot him about obviously stealing what was his.
"Well alright then." The large male closed his laptop, metal fingers tapping it lightly as he watched spike take another drag on the half-finished smoke. "And the first thing you can buy me is another pack of those when we land." He teased him as he placed the computer on the coffee table and stood, straightening and cracking his back with a groan. "Or just get me one of yours while I radio the tower ahead of time." With a smirk at that he started walking off, leaving spike to almost drop the cigarette.
"Get it yourself!" The greenette snapped back, exhaling the smoke before stamping out the cigarette. His eyes watching the small embers die as they were scattered across the black, ash ridden bottom. Maybe some work would be good for him. He had felt more like a zombie as the time had went by. The memory of when everything ended often floating in his mind, as though it had been three weeks ago and not years.
"This could end up being something good, right?" He let those words linger on his ears as he entered the kitchen, usually only Jet was in here, so the area was unfamiliar tohim, but he had been in here earlier when he'd felt hungry. He'd been stuck with some older space rations, and had taken the safest thing he could out of them, a piece of air compressed bread. It had been sweet to the taste and spongy but it'd been something. Finding his pack of cigarettes he shook it, feeling the few remaining rolling around in it, his stomach gave a pitiful sort of growl, earning a disapproving look from him.
"Yeah, I know you're hungry, no use in complaining about it, unless you want 3-year old meat." He muttered in a bitterly annoyed tone, just turning to leave the room when a certain smoky bar voice started singing out her heart from his pocket.
The real folk blues, honto no yorokobi ga shiritai dake. Hikaru mono no subetega ougento wa kagiranai. The real folk blues honto no kanashimi gashiritaidake-
Clicking the button to answer as he brought the phone from his pocket he placed it to his ear, listening to the sound on the other line a couple moments before speaking. "Spiegle.. what do you want?" he didn't give his number out to many people, and up until a couple years ago he didn't have a number to give out, but Faye had all but pressured them all into getting portable communication. And after a particularly good bounty they'd all purchased a mobile device of some form, something new put out by a beginning company so it hadn't cost too much. Not hearing an answer after a few moments he sighed irritably, quickly swiping the call to "end".
He hesitated, pausing when he went to pocket it, bringing it back up he scrolled through to check over the last call, he didn't recognize the number at all, it wasn't an area code he knew either. It hadn't been faye, she would have started talking his ear off immediately after scolding him for waiting so long to answer. Just giving a tired sigh for the umpteenth time that day he pushed the phone back into his pocket and left for the sitting area.
Jet was there again, what hair he had still damp, and he was far from properly dressed, only wearing a worn tee that was starting to get a hole worn into the side where his artificial arm rubbed it, topped with a pair of cotton candy stripped boxers he looked very much how he usually did when the ladies weren't present. The sight caused another smile to tug at the corner of the greenette's mouth, it was actually a lot like old times it seemed and he didn't mind that too much. Walking over to the couch he flopped onto the leather thing and leaned back, hooking his elbows up on the back he laid his head back over the edge, cigarettes gripped loosely in his left hand.
"Hey, that for me?" Jet asked, noticing the pack of cigarettes, he had barely sat down, leaning forward to grab the laptop again. He too was falling back into a familiar routine that they had formed many years ago when they started this, there was something nostalgic and comforting about it though. He didn't mind too much, seeing as how it relaxed Spike, a definite improvement in his opinion, when the male didn't answer his question he raised a brow, then noticed spike's wrist move, flicking the pack at him. Reaching a large hand over he took the pack and shook out a cigarette, tossing the rest onto the coffee table as he grabbed up a lighter, leaning over his laptop to do so. "Thanks."
A mumbled your welcome was his reply as his eyes closed, he hadn't realized just how stressed and tense he'd been until he'd sat down, now all his muscles were trying to relax at once and his mind was trying to move, causing a sort of restlessness he hoped would just go away.
The sound of the laptop rebooting up next to him momentarily caught his attention before the soft clacking and clicking of keys filled the space around them, maybe they should invest in a stereo or something since the tv was busted. He already knew Jet didn't have music on his computer, the man was a little too 'business' to have that, so he let himself just take pleasure in the monotonous sound of typing and machines humming. At some point he felt his eyes actually grow heavy and the restlessness faded into a heavy sort of weight on his limbs, his head fell back fully into the support of the couch and slowly his body ceased all tension until his breathing started to even out and he had unwilling dropped off into sleep.
Jet glanced over at his partner from where he was looking up the closest ports to their general area, his gaze softening with the familiar sight of Spike dozing next to him. He wouldn't admit to it now, but when spike had left for that final showdown with Vicious he and Faye had both been worried and upset. They'd done what they said they wouldn't, they had come to look for him, neither of them, especially Jet, just hadn't been ready for a final goodbye. Luckily they had made it on time and managed to save him. Spike had turned into a shell of himself, but slowly, like this moment now, Jet was starting to see life returning to his friend, he liked the days like this when he could see the old spike. And those days were becoming more frequent, like he was finally accepting the deaths of his loved ones, and the life he had left to live. Sighing a bit he tore his gaze from the reminiscent view and continued scanning the local landings. Checking their coordinates with what he was finding he frowned, there really was only one close port. He hadn't wanted to go there again, the last time they'd been Spike had complained the entire time and Faye had gambled everything away but with fuel as it was and supplies dwindling, they had no choice but to pick that one port. "You're not going to like this buddy, but it's the only option." He chuckled deeply, setting his laptop up on the coffee table. He rested back, finally lighting the forgotten cigarette he'd laid next to his leg, taking a drag on it he dropped the lighter in his lap and proceeded to dial for the tower, better let them know they would be expecting a large ship instead of the usual small ones. After all, for all his love of the Bebop, he had to admit, she was one big gal.
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chapter one, with some editing, yay~ I'm starting to work on this again.
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