Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop. However, "Miggs" is my creation and
I would kinda appreciate it if nobody uses her without my permission.
A/N: This is my first Cowboy Bebop fic. I don't mind flames - they usually
inspire me rather than piss me off and of course, good reviews are always
welcome! Enjoy! Also, I fully intend on using song titles as titles to my
chapter......hey, it's tradition!
Wanted: Dead or Alive : "Goodnight Hollywood Boulevard"
"...Bang!..." The last word spoken of a true cowboy as he fell to the ground in a puddle of his own blood. His last thoughts had been thought. His last memories stored away. A crowd of people circled around him as his guardian star gave off one more spark of light and then dimmed.
"SPIKE!!" A young woman wiped at her brow and shoved a lone tear away. How long had it been? 10 years? Already? She pulled at her loose tuxedo shirt and realized she had fallen asleep in her clothes - again. The pale shirt reeked with the stench of brandy and her usually tame rouge hair was now a rat's nest of late night bar hopping. She gently pulled the black sheets to her ankles and rolled out of the bed right onto the floor.
"Ugh....." She then proceeded to roll onto her side and groan again. Light footsteps paraded down the hallway, followed by the slow creak of the bedroom door opening.
"Oh Ed....I thought you learned your lesson about hangovers." The girl knelt beside Ed and pushed a steaming cup of tea to her nose. "Try this. It might help." Ed stared at the cup of hot liquid for a moment before her stomach began to turn cartwheels inside her body. She raced towards the bathroom. The other girl stood there, shaking her head.
Ed stared at herself in the bathroom mirror after washing her face clean of sweat and brandy. She had managed to brush her fine red hair, the longest strands gracing her shoulders, and put on a little makeup to conceal her hangover. Her hazel eyes seemed to sparkle against the eyeliner - a trick Faye had taught her. A tiny knock brought Ed from her thoughts. A petite woman walked in and handed Ed the same mug that had caused her to vomit. Ed stuck out her tounge in opposition to the drink. The woman rolled her sky blue eyes and smiled.
"Just drink it!" Ed grinned. Ah, Miggs. Her partner in crime. Well, not actually her partner in crime...more like her mechanic. But that was beside the point. Miggs hopped up on the sink and propped her foot up on the back of the toliet and proceeded to paint her toenails and bright pink. Ed studied the girl before her. One would not think Miggs as a mechanic. She was as girly as they came with her bright blue curls and ruby red lips. She wore clothes that clung to her perfect figure - unless, of course, she was working in the shop and then she would wear her baggy overalls. Miggs blew at her tiny toes. Ed could barely believe that Miggs was older than she by two years. It was only three years ago that the self- proclaimed bounty hunter found herself in a heap of trouble with a local casino. She had gained herself a large debt with no money to pay for it. The owner, and a known ex of Ed's, sent a mob to show her lesson in managing money. Ed had been unarmed, and drunk for that matter, when the infamous Miggs showed up and popped a couple of bullets into the gangsters. She then offered Ed housing, as long as she paid rent, and the two became fast friends.
"Still having those nightmares?" Ed finished brushing her teeth and walked towards the closet to find an outfit to replace last night's party disaster.
"It's not really a nightmare. It's the anniversary of his death and my mind just likes to make me remember how he died." Miggs followed her to the bedroom and plopped down on queen size bed, being careful not to mess up her toes.
"But you didn't witness his death. You just know what happened by what Jet told you. I don't see how that could affect someone so bad." Ed finally found a pair of tight blue jeans and a vintage Aerosmith shirt.
"He's was my friend....my idol." Miggs rolled over on her stomach, her ocean blue ponytail falling over her shoulder.
"Hm. How's the hangover?" Ed emerged from the closet fully dressed and with a giant smile paste across her face.
"I'm famished. What's for breakfast?" Miggs stared at her roommate.
"It's 3 o'clock Ed." Ed sprinted out of the bedroom calling out to her friend.
"That's ok! I gotta leave soon anyway! I'll make something for on the go!!!" Miggs glanced around the empty room.
"Wait!! Where do you have to go?!" She swung her long legs over the mattress and pouted as her toes dug into the carpet. "Aw man! My toes!!!"
~2 planets away~
"The patient survived the organ transplant and the surgery." A tall elderly man paced back and forth before a large chamber. "Shall we unfreeze him doctor?" The man turned to the nurse.
"It may be too soon. What if he doesn't remember anything?" The nurse fidgeted in embarrassment.
"He's been frozen for 10 years doctor!" The doctor took off his glasses and ran an unsure hand through his thinning hair.
"Alright then." The nurse turned towards the chamber and opened the frozen door with her I.D. card. The doctor stepped up silently behind her and peered at the man he had spent ten years trying to fix.
"Well Mr. Spiegel....it seems that you will finally be able to live in this world again...."
~Back to Earth~
"Hello Jet!" Miggs waved a pale hand in front of Ed's computer screen. "How have ya been?" Ed shook her head as she opened the refridgerator and began to dig her way around for her snack's ingredients.
"I've been just fine, thanks Miggs. It's nice to know that SOMEONE still cares about my health and well being..." Ed poked her head out of the fridge.
"Jet..You have you're retired and own a quaint lil bonsai store. You're perfectly fine." She laid her items on the counter and shut the fridge door closed with her jean clad rear. She smiled innocently at the computer screen. The Black Dog looked as if he hadn't aged a bit except for the bits of gray in his beard. Miggs turned the screen closer to her.
"Don't mind her, Jet. She just crabby because last night there was this freaky party and instead of meeting a nice handsome man she got -" Before the mechanic could finish her sentence, Ed threw herself across the table and into her lap, causing Miggs to yelp in pain.
"Lemme guess....drunk?" Jet quirked a heavy eyebrow, as if scolding Ed.
"It's not like it sounds..." Miggs and Jet stared blankly at her. "Ok it is. But for bloody sakes Jet! I'm 23 years old! I'm allowed!" Ed pulled herself up off Miggs' lap and made her back to the counter. She then knelt down to find her blender, mixing two bananas, a tomato, apple sauce, 3 jalapenos, and can of orange juice, and three pixie sticks into the machine. Miggs stared at her friend, her skin automatically turning a sickly green.
After the drink had finished, Ed sat herself across from Miggs and the Black Dog. She sipped at the drink, a smile forming upon her lips.
"Good stuff. So what brings you to this part of the computer screen?"
"A bounty. If you're interested." Ed twirled a crimson strand of hair around her nimble finger and nodded.
"Of course Jet. Name the guy." Jet held a piece of paper up in front of him. Ed sighed. Jet was the only guy in the galaxy who preferred to have his bounties listed on paper and sent to him by mail.
"A Dr. Albertraz. He's been practicing medicine without a license and then billing his clients. Most of them being frozen in chambers stolen from the hospital." Ed nodded again and sipped at her drink. "I've already sent you a map to the planet and Ed....be careful." Jet said his goodbyes as Ed began to pack.
"How's the old Harley?" Miggs gleamed with pride.
"Like brand new."
"And the Swordfish?" Miggs' smile faded.
"I've lost all hope with that piece of shit. I don't know why you keep that thin around."
"It was a gift. And I plan on riding that sucker till I die."
"I still don't understand why Faye gave it to you."
"That woman was full of many surprises." Ed pulled on a pair of funky riding goggles and shut the door behind her. Miggs sniffed at the left over drink in the blender and poured it into the sink.
Ed landed on the planet safely and parked the infamous Swordfish next to a smaller blue ship. She flexed her knuckles and ran a pale hand through her dark head of hair. It had grown so long over the years and she had refused to cut it back to the short bob she was known for. She patted her side to make sure her weapon was still concealed by her leather jacket.
"Well, now that i'm here....I don't see why I can't indulge in a margarita before taking this doctor into custody......"
Ed had stricken up a nice conversation with a handsome bartender when the doors of the bar flew open. Ed stared at the shadowy figure that staggered inside. The neon lights only shadowed him more than the night. Ed stared at the figure. Something about this person was oddly familiar. The man staggered a few more steps before pausing in the light of a small table lamp on the end of the bar. Ed's blood froze. No...it couldn't be. The man stared at Ed for a moment, then smiled as a loud explosion shook the streets. Glass shattered throughout the bar and Ed was thrown back by the force and landed with a thud on her back. She instantly shook it off. People ran out into the streets to examine what had happened. Ed stood up with much difficulty and crawled over to the man.
"Spike? Is it really you?" She shoved a knocked over table aside and laid a small hand on his back. Tears threatened to descend.
"Where is he?!" Ed's amber eyes flew towards a middle aged man standing in the doorway with a torn up lab coat. "Where is that bastard Spike Spiegel?!" Ed peered down at her green haired cowboy whom was dressed in an oversized shirt and sweatpants. Ed lifted her weapon.
"Who wants to know?"
"The man who brought him back to life and wants his payment!!!" Ed's eyes turned into thin slits of gold and she took two shots- just enough time to grab Spike's hand and head for the back door. She paused by the bartender as the furious doctor took a few cheap shots. She threw him a small piece of paper.
"Call that man and tell him to get a room ready for me." She retieved Spike's hand but stopped again, pulling out another slip of paper. "And here's my number..."
Next chaper: Why Spike is alive..and what happened to Faye Valentine. And I apologize for any confusion so far. All things will be explained...I promise.
Wanted: Dead or Alive : "Goodnight Hollywood Boulevard"
"...Bang!..." The last word spoken of a true cowboy as he fell to the ground in a puddle of his own blood. His last thoughts had been thought. His last memories stored away. A crowd of people circled around him as his guardian star gave off one more spark of light and then dimmed.
"SPIKE!!" A young woman wiped at her brow and shoved a lone tear away. How long had it been? 10 years? Already? She pulled at her loose tuxedo shirt and realized she had fallen asleep in her clothes - again. The pale shirt reeked with the stench of brandy and her usually tame rouge hair was now a rat's nest of late night bar hopping. She gently pulled the black sheets to her ankles and rolled out of the bed right onto the floor.
"Ugh....." She then proceeded to roll onto her side and groan again. Light footsteps paraded down the hallway, followed by the slow creak of the bedroom door opening.
"Oh Ed....I thought you learned your lesson about hangovers." The girl knelt beside Ed and pushed a steaming cup of tea to her nose. "Try this. It might help." Ed stared at the cup of hot liquid for a moment before her stomach began to turn cartwheels inside her body. She raced towards the bathroom. The other girl stood there, shaking her head.
Ed stared at herself in the bathroom mirror after washing her face clean of sweat and brandy. She had managed to brush her fine red hair, the longest strands gracing her shoulders, and put on a little makeup to conceal her hangover. Her hazel eyes seemed to sparkle against the eyeliner - a trick Faye had taught her. A tiny knock brought Ed from her thoughts. A petite woman walked in and handed Ed the same mug that had caused her to vomit. Ed stuck out her tounge in opposition to the drink. The woman rolled her sky blue eyes and smiled.
"Just drink it!" Ed grinned. Ah, Miggs. Her partner in crime. Well, not actually her partner in crime...more like her mechanic. But that was beside the point. Miggs hopped up on the sink and propped her foot up on the back of the toliet and proceeded to paint her toenails and bright pink. Ed studied the girl before her. One would not think Miggs as a mechanic. She was as girly as they came with her bright blue curls and ruby red lips. She wore clothes that clung to her perfect figure - unless, of course, she was working in the shop and then she would wear her baggy overalls. Miggs blew at her tiny toes. Ed could barely believe that Miggs was older than she by two years. It was only three years ago that the self- proclaimed bounty hunter found herself in a heap of trouble with a local casino. She had gained herself a large debt with no money to pay for it. The owner, and a known ex of Ed's, sent a mob to show her lesson in managing money. Ed had been unarmed, and drunk for that matter, when the infamous Miggs showed up and popped a couple of bullets into the gangsters. She then offered Ed housing, as long as she paid rent, and the two became fast friends.
"Still having those nightmares?" Ed finished brushing her teeth and walked towards the closet to find an outfit to replace last night's party disaster.
"It's not really a nightmare. It's the anniversary of his death and my mind just likes to make me remember how he died." Miggs followed her to the bedroom and plopped down on queen size bed, being careful not to mess up her toes.
"But you didn't witness his death. You just know what happened by what Jet told you. I don't see how that could affect someone so bad." Ed finally found a pair of tight blue jeans and a vintage Aerosmith shirt.
"He's was my friend....my idol." Miggs rolled over on her stomach, her ocean blue ponytail falling over her shoulder.
"Hm. How's the hangover?" Ed emerged from the closet fully dressed and with a giant smile paste across her face.
"I'm famished. What's for breakfast?" Miggs stared at her roommate.
"It's 3 o'clock Ed." Ed sprinted out of the bedroom calling out to her friend.
"That's ok! I gotta leave soon anyway! I'll make something for on the go!!!" Miggs glanced around the empty room.
"Wait!! Where do you have to go?!" She swung her long legs over the mattress and pouted as her toes dug into the carpet. "Aw man! My toes!!!"
~2 planets away~
"The patient survived the organ transplant and the surgery." A tall elderly man paced back and forth before a large chamber. "Shall we unfreeze him doctor?" The man turned to the nurse.
"It may be too soon. What if he doesn't remember anything?" The nurse fidgeted in embarrassment.
"He's been frozen for 10 years doctor!" The doctor took off his glasses and ran an unsure hand through his thinning hair.
"Alright then." The nurse turned towards the chamber and opened the frozen door with her I.D. card. The doctor stepped up silently behind her and peered at the man he had spent ten years trying to fix.
"Well Mr. Spiegel....it seems that you will finally be able to live in this world again...."
~Back to Earth~
"Hello Jet!" Miggs waved a pale hand in front of Ed's computer screen. "How have ya been?" Ed shook her head as she opened the refridgerator and began to dig her way around for her snack's ingredients.
"I've been just fine, thanks Miggs. It's nice to know that SOMEONE still cares about my health and well being..." Ed poked her head out of the fridge.
"Jet..You have you're retired and own a quaint lil bonsai store. You're perfectly fine." She laid her items on the counter and shut the fridge door closed with her jean clad rear. She smiled innocently at the computer screen. The Black Dog looked as if he hadn't aged a bit except for the bits of gray in his beard. Miggs turned the screen closer to her.
"Don't mind her, Jet. She just crabby because last night there was this freaky party and instead of meeting a nice handsome man she got -" Before the mechanic could finish her sentence, Ed threw herself across the table and into her lap, causing Miggs to yelp in pain.
"Lemme guess....drunk?" Jet quirked a heavy eyebrow, as if scolding Ed.
"It's not like it sounds..." Miggs and Jet stared blankly at her. "Ok it is. But for bloody sakes Jet! I'm 23 years old! I'm allowed!" Ed pulled herself up off Miggs' lap and made her back to the counter. She then knelt down to find her blender, mixing two bananas, a tomato, apple sauce, 3 jalapenos, and can of orange juice, and three pixie sticks into the machine. Miggs stared at her friend, her skin automatically turning a sickly green.
After the drink had finished, Ed sat herself across from Miggs and the Black Dog. She sipped at the drink, a smile forming upon her lips.
"Good stuff. So what brings you to this part of the computer screen?"
"A bounty. If you're interested." Ed twirled a crimson strand of hair around her nimble finger and nodded.
"Of course Jet. Name the guy." Jet held a piece of paper up in front of him. Ed sighed. Jet was the only guy in the galaxy who preferred to have his bounties listed on paper and sent to him by mail.
"A Dr. Albertraz. He's been practicing medicine without a license and then billing his clients. Most of them being frozen in chambers stolen from the hospital." Ed nodded again and sipped at her drink. "I've already sent you a map to the planet and Ed....be careful." Jet said his goodbyes as Ed began to pack.
"How's the old Harley?" Miggs gleamed with pride.
"Like brand new."
"And the Swordfish?" Miggs' smile faded.
"I've lost all hope with that piece of shit. I don't know why you keep that thin around."
"It was a gift. And I plan on riding that sucker till I die."
"I still don't understand why Faye gave it to you."
"That woman was full of many surprises." Ed pulled on a pair of funky riding goggles and shut the door behind her. Miggs sniffed at the left over drink in the blender and poured it into the sink.
Ed landed on the planet safely and parked the infamous Swordfish next to a smaller blue ship. She flexed her knuckles and ran a pale hand through her dark head of hair. It had grown so long over the years and she had refused to cut it back to the short bob she was known for. She patted her side to make sure her weapon was still concealed by her leather jacket.
"Well, now that i'm here....I don't see why I can't indulge in a margarita before taking this doctor into custody......"
Ed had stricken up a nice conversation with a handsome bartender when the doors of the bar flew open. Ed stared at the shadowy figure that staggered inside. The neon lights only shadowed him more than the night. Ed stared at the figure. Something about this person was oddly familiar. The man staggered a few more steps before pausing in the light of a small table lamp on the end of the bar. Ed's blood froze. No...it couldn't be. The man stared at Ed for a moment, then smiled as a loud explosion shook the streets. Glass shattered throughout the bar and Ed was thrown back by the force and landed with a thud on her back. She instantly shook it off. People ran out into the streets to examine what had happened. Ed stood up with much difficulty and crawled over to the man.
"Spike? Is it really you?" She shoved a knocked over table aside and laid a small hand on his back. Tears threatened to descend.
"Where is he?!" Ed's amber eyes flew towards a middle aged man standing in the doorway with a torn up lab coat. "Where is that bastard Spike Spiegel?!" Ed peered down at her green haired cowboy whom was dressed in an oversized shirt and sweatpants. Ed lifted her weapon.
"Who wants to know?"
"The man who brought him back to life and wants his payment!!!" Ed's eyes turned into thin slits of gold and she took two shots- just enough time to grab Spike's hand and head for the back door. She paused by the bartender as the furious doctor took a few cheap shots. She threw him a small piece of paper.
"Call that man and tell him to get a room ready for me." She retieved Spike's hand but stopped again, pulling out another slip of paper. "And here's my number..."
Next chaper: Why Spike is alive..and what happened to Faye Valentine. And I apologize for any confusion so far. All things will be explained...I promise.