Author Notes: I do not own Cowboy Bebop, even though I wish. But hey doesn't everyone?
He took a long drag off his cigarette, as if it would be his last. Leaning up against a wall he stared at the crowd in front of him, as they hurridly walked past him. He watched as a mother and 2 kids walked down the sidewalk, a little boy and a little girl tugged at the mothers dress as they pointed at the store's windows that were filled with gadgets and other useless things.
Taking one last drag he dropped his cigarette and his foot put it out, he scanned through the heads of the people before becoming a part of the crowd and striding along with them.
His mind set a drift, he began thinking about things that had happened in the past months. He wondered how people were doing, and if he'd ever see them again.
'Jet? Ed? Ein?...Faye?' His mind said, Faye's name lingering longer than the rest. He'd had never forgotten the way she had looked at him that night. Her eyes were filled with emotion but he distinctly remembered one emotion that shined through the rest, fear. He was sure that it was fear, fear that was suppose to let him know that she was afraid she'd never see him again.
He was suppose to have died that night when he defeated Vicious, but sometimes wishes never come true. Not really knowing what had happened after he hit the ground, he felt like he had been laying there for millions of years. He heard faint whispers and felt someone's light touch and more faint whispers then everything faded to black.
When he did finally wake up, he was placed into what seemed like a hospital of some sort. According to the nurse, he had been asleep for several weeks and the doctors didn't really believe that he would have made it past the first week. But something in him must've kept him fighting to live on, he didn't know what though. His wounds seemed to have healed pretty well, that reminded him of how Julia had saved his life that one night, then Faye crept into his mind again. He remembered the times she would sit there and tend to his wounds, taking all the time she needed to make sure everything was alright for his ass.
A grin appeared on his face as he shook his head free of his thoughts. He had more important things to do as of now, such as to find a place to go. He walked past the dock and looked over the boats wondering if any of them were the Bebop. In his mind he was actually hoping that by some chance they might be here, 'What luck that'd be huh?' he thought to himself.
After scanning once more, he shrugged and continued to walk on towards the bar that was ahead. 'Wishful thinking gets you no where...' he thought again, he tended to do this a lot now. Since he had no one to talk to anymore, he just thought to himself more now. He didn't really like it as much as he thought he would've, he remembered the times he would say to himself on the Bebop how he'd like to work alone without Faye tagging along. But was he ever wrong, he missed the bickering, the petty fights, constant insults, he just missed it.
Shrugging off his thoughts once more he entered the bar, and at the same time he entered an old ship came into the docks by the name of Bebop.