I do not own or claim to own any of the characters from Cowboy Bebop.
This happens at the end of hard luck women, I'm not sure if I'm going to change the end of the series yet.
Song credits for Changes goes to David Bowie.
Low down
Ooo…
Laying on her back looking up at the sky, Faye let out a small sigh. Rocks sticking in her back and dirt making its way into her clothes. She was at an impasse. 'What now?' she thought to herself. 'Belonging is the most important thing' still echoing in her mind from earlier that day. 'What if when you get there, there's nowhere to belong?' Faye let the tears stream down her face. 'No one will see them' she said to herself.
Still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
And every time I thought
I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
No Spike to tell her that she was a stupid wench. No Jet to look at her as if she had grown a second head. No Ein shit to step in. No Ed to run around calling her Faye-Faye. 'Ed' she sat up and drew out her pack of cigarettes. 'Wonder if she took my advice?' She clicked her lighter and lit her smoke. She glanced up at the meteors that constantly showered the Earth. 'I wonder if they even realize that I'm gone yet?' She dragged on her cigarette. 'Wonder if they even miss me, I know it's been only a few hours.' 'Who am I kidding, they're probably having a fucking party' Another stream of meteors rained down in the distance. 'I wonder if that's what happened to my home?' Her home had been so beautiful. A mansion on the waterfront of an old earth town called Newport. One of the many great American castles that stood in the sleepy New England state of Rhode Island. 'The biggest little state in the union' Faye remembered the stupid little tourist ad song. She inwardly wondered what she was going to do next? I mean what else was there to do?
'Do I go back to the BeBop and admit defeat?' 'Or do I go on a quest to reclaim my lost early adulthood like some Jon Hughes movie?' The BeBop, that wasn't exactly where she belonged either. They didn't want her there. It wasn't as if she needed them or anything. It was just free showers, meals and ship repair. 'Right?' she hated the thought of needing anyone, especially them. Most off, she hating thinking that Spike was right all along. She didn't want to have to hear him say {I told you so} when she told him that nothing came out of her past. 'Lunkhead' He had no clue.
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how much the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test
Ch-ch-ch- changes
(turn and face the strain)
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time might change me
But I can't trace time
Faye scowled at the fact that that lunkhead had the nerve to tell her that the past didn't matter. (you have a future, that's what counts) still resonated through her mind. 'Hypocrite' Faye snubbed out her cigarette and stood up. 'Well' she thought as she stretched 'can't exactly sleep here' So she started to walk back down the hill she had run up a few hours ago. As she walked back to her redtail she started to remember more of her previous life. Her first kiss, her first best friend and her first joint were some of the first to come to mind. She thought that she could use a THC induced trip down memory lane right about now.
Ooo yeah
I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of war impermanence and so the days float
Through my eyes
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through
Sitting on the lumpy bed in her motel room, she casually lit up her newly procured bone. After a few hits she laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. {You've got a future, that's what counts} replayed through her head. "Lunkhead" she blurted out. She took another hit. Feeling safe that no one would see or hear her, she decided to have this conversation with herself out loud. That and in the fuzzy state she was currently in, it was just easier. "Telling me that my past doesn't matter" she scoffed. " Look at him, he's the one that's either running back to wake sleeping dogs." She took another hit. "Or he's just happily skipping through the fields of life like a gnome looking for a mushroom to sit on!" She had to laugh when she pictured that last statement. She could see Spike now, prancing happily to and fro, looking for the perfect mushroom. Actually, now that she thought about it, Spike reminded her more of a happy troll. "Must be the hair" she snorted.
She wondered if you brushed his hair up all straight and then shook him if his hair would fan back out to the sides. Faye let out a roar, it was now official. She was stoned, and she had the giggles. Faye then stopped to think if this was what it was like to think like Ed. "Ed" she murmured. Finishing off the rest of her joint, she crawled under the covers. She thought about Ed, how she was probably going to be perpetually 12 years old. Faye kind of wished she could get away with a life like that. Well, Ed would grow up when Ed was ready to." Did I just think in the third person?" "Man I'm wasted" were her last words as she drifted off to sleep.
Ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
Don't tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-changes
Where's your shame
You've left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But I can't trace time