disclaimer, disclaimer from the vixen-person. I do not own cowboy bebop, if i did i would probably be rich and able to afford a cable modem instead of this dial-up nonsense
Strange Bed Fellows
Spike was in a smokey pool hall the first time he saw her. She had a golden mane of hair, an adorable face and an unbelievebly sexy body that was accented by her tight leather outfit. He was taken aback by her beauty, and he even more taken aback when he saw his best friend Vicious creep up behind her and plant a kiss her on the cheek. When Vicious spotted Spike, he and the golden haired beauty walked over to him.
"Spike, I'd like you to meet Julia."
"Hello, Spike." Julia held out her delicate hand to him.
"Hello." he said shaking her hand looking directly into her eyes, surprised at the firm but gentle grip she had.
"Excuse me a moment, I've got some business to take care of." Vicious stalked over to someone who owed the Syndicate money.
There was an awkward silence, and Spike found himself lost in Julia's eyes again.
"Vicious has told me alot about you,"
"What?" Spike was in a trance, and it caused Julia to smile. She had such a cute smile.
"I said Vicious has told me alot about you, you seem to be the only partner he actually trusts."
"Well I'm sure he feels the same way about you." he flashed her an easy smile and he could feel the charm starting to kick in. Then he remembered he was talking to his best friend's girl.
"I don't know Spike, you should never really trust a woman you know.." she said this with a flirty expression on her face.
That statement and look on her face made Spike like Julia even more. Usually when Vicious brought a girl around, she was all body, but there was something special about this one. Something beyond looks and something deeper then casual conversation.
"Well we're going to get going, I just stopped by to tell you I'll be a little late for tommorow's meeting, so you can start it without me." Vicious snapped him out of his trance.
"Ok, Vicious." Spike sparked up a ciggarette.
"It was nice meeting you Spike," her soft blue eyes staring directly into his made him uneasy.
"Likewise," Spike answered and went back to his game.
"Likewise, did I just say likewise?" Spike thought to himself. "Who the hell says likewise?!" He felt like an idiot. He was always so smooth with women, but this woman made him uneasy for some reason. Maybe it was her eyes..she had such beautiful eyes..they were hypnotic.
"Julia..what a pretty name.." he thought to himself.
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He kept repeating that name in his head, and when he woke up the next day he said it out loud and reached over to the other side of his bed hoping that she'd be there, curled next to him. There was something curled next to him alright, but it wasn't a woman, it was some kind of creature. He put his hand on it and it growled, and right away he knew it was that damn dog Ein.
Spike could never understand why the dog chose to sleep in his bed when it hated him the most. Maybe he just liked the morning sun. Spike could feel it shining on his face which was pretty weird because there wasn't sunlight in space, and he didn't remember docking on any planet last night. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around his room. It wasn't his room on the Bebop, it was his apartment above Jet's Towing and Auto Garage, and he was on Earth. A harsh reality started sinking in that made him want to put a pillow over his head and fall back to sleep again.
He squinted over at his hot rod calender hanging on the back of his door and it read March 2002.
"Dammit, it was all just another dream." he yawned and stretched in his bed, knocking the annoying dog to the floor with his arm. The pudgy welsch corgie yelped and ran downstairs. It brought a smile to Spike's face. "That's right tubby, go get some excercise."
Spike hated waking up from his dreams, because they were always so vivid and entertaining. He also liked himself better when he slept because in most of his dreams, he was Spike Spiegel, bounty hunter from 70 years in the future. He wore a funky blue suit and flew a speeder named the Swordfish Two. He flew all around The Milky Way from planet to planet hunting down bounties for cash and causing all kinds of havoc along the way.
In real life he was Simon "Spike" Spiegel, auto mechanic. He wore a dark blue uniform with the name" Spike" stiched onto a patch on his breast pocket in yellow lettering, and drove a tow truck. The only "bounties" he hunted were people whose cars had broken down, and the only havoc he caused was occassionaly scratching their cars by accident while hooking them up to the truck.
He had been working with Jet Black ever since he graduated high school. He wasn't really the college type, and he always liked working on cars, so it was fitting that he ended up being a mechanic. It wasn't the most glamorous life, but it was an honest living. Spike's folks had a rule that at 21, you had to move out, so for the past 3 years he had been living with Jet in his spacy apartment above the garage. He tried living with friends before that, but it never worked out. Jet was an easy guy to get along with though, and although Spike hated to admit it, he was a pretty good cook.
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Spike put on his uniform and walked sleepily into the small kitchen. Jerry "Jet" Black was already suited up for work and finishing up his breakfast. Ein had come back upstairs and was chowing down at his dog bowl, eating so ferociously he had pushed the bowl halfway across the room. Spike nearly tripped on it on the way to the fridge.
"Damn Dog!" he felt like kicking it, but he didn't.
"I made you some bacon and eggs kid, eat up." he never even looked away from his paper.
"Thanks Jet, but I'm not too hungry this morning." his thoughts were still focused on his dream girl.
He had taken a half empty carton of orange juice out of the fridge and gulped it down. Then he put the empty carton back in the refridgerator.
Jet put the paper down and stared up at Spike.
"You ok, Spike? Because you turning down a meal is like.."
"Yeah, I'm fine," Spike cut him off. "I've got a blown transmission I need to finish today, I'd like to get an early start on it."
"Ok," Jet buried his face in the paper again. "Call me when it gets busy down there."
"Yup" Spike called out as he was walking down the stairs. Not that it would ever get busy. It was a miracle that there were able to keep the business open. If Jet's dad hadn't left the building to him, they wouldn't even have a place to live.
Maybe bounty hunting wouldn't be such a bad idea.
Strange Bed Fellows
Spike was in a smokey pool hall the first time he saw her. She had a golden mane of hair, an adorable face and an unbelievebly sexy body that was accented by her tight leather outfit. He was taken aback by her beauty, and he even more taken aback when he saw his best friend Vicious creep up behind her and plant a kiss her on the cheek. When Vicious spotted Spike, he and the golden haired beauty walked over to him.
"Spike, I'd like you to meet Julia."
"Hello, Spike." Julia held out her delicate hand to him.
"Hello." he said shaking her hand looking directly into her eyes, surprised at the firm but gentle grip she had.
"Excuse me a moment, I've got some business to take care of." Vicious stalked over to someone who owed the Syndicate money.
There was an awkward silence, and Spike found himself lost in Julia's eyes again.
"Vicious has told me alot about you,"
"What?" Spike was in a trance, and it caused Julia to smile. She had such a cute smile.
"I said Vicious has told me alot about you, you seem to be the only partner he actually trusts."
"Well I'm sure he feels the same way about you." he flashed her an easy smile and he could feel the charm starting to kick in. Then he remembered he was talking to his best friend's girl.
"I don't know Spike, you should never really trust a woman you know.." she said this with a flirty expression on her face.
That statement and look on her face made Spike like Julia even more. Usually when Vicious brought a girl around, she was all body, but there was something special about this one. Something beyond looks and something deeper then casual conversation.
"Well we're going to get going, I just stopped by to tell you I'll be a little late for tommorow's meeting, so you can start it without me." Vicious snapped him out of his trance.
"Ok, Vicious." Spike sparked up a ciggarette.
"It was nice meeting you Spike," her soft blue eyes staring directly into his made him uneasy.
"Likewise," Spike answered and went back to his game.
"Likewise, did I just say likewise?" Spike thought to himself. "Who the hell says likewise?!" He felt like an idiot. He was always so smooth with women, but this woman made him uneasy for some reason. Maybe it was her eyes..she had such beautiful eyes..they were hypnotic.
"Julia..what a pretty name.." he thought to himself.
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He kept repeating that name in his head, and when he woke up the next day he said it out loud and reached over to the other side of his bed hoping that she'd be there, curled next to him. There was something curled next to him alright, but it wasn't a woman, it was some kind of creature. He put his hand on it and it growled, and right away he knew it was that damn dog Ein.
Spike could never understand why the dog chose to sleep in his bed when it hated him the most. Maybe he just liked the morning sun. Spike could feel it shining on his face which was pretty weird because there wasn't sunlight in space, and he didn't remember docking on any planet last night. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around his room. It wasn't his room on the Bebop, it was his apartment above Jet's Towing and Auto Garage, and he was on Earth. A harsh reality started sinking in that made him want to put a pillow over his head and fall back to sleep again.
He squinted over at his hot rod calender hanging on the back of his door and it read March 2002.
"Dammit, it was all just another dream." he yawned and stretched in his bed, knocking the annoying dog to the floor with his arm. The pudgy welsch corgie yelped and ran downstairs. It brought a smile to Spike's face. "That's right tubby, go get some excercise."
Spike hated waking up from his dreams, because they were always so vivid and entertaining. He also liked himself better when he slept because in most of his dreams, he was Spike Spiegel, bounty hunter from 70 years in the future. He wore a funky blue suit and flew a speeder named the Swordfish Two. He flew all around The Milky Way from planet to planet hunting down bounties for cash and causing all kinds of havoc along the way.
In real life he was Simon "Spike" Spiegel, auto mechanic. He wore a dark blue uniform with the name" Spike" stiched onto a patch on his breast pocket in yellow lettering, and drove a tow truck. The only "bounties" he hunted were people whose cars had broken down, and the only havoc he caused was occassionaly scratching their cars by accident while hooking them up to the truck.
He had been working with Jet Black ever since he graduated high school. He wasn't really the college type, and he always liked working on cars, so it was fitting that he ended up being a mechanic. It wasn't the most glamorous life, but it was an honest living. Spike's folks had a rule that at 21, you had to move out, so for the past 3 years he had been living with Jet in his spacy apartment above the garage. He tried living with friends before that, but it never worked out. Jet was an easy guy to get along with though, and although Spike hated to admit it, he was a pretty good cook.
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Spike put on his uniform and walked sleepily into the small kitchen. Jerry "Jet" Black was already suited up for work and finishing up his breakfast. Ein had come back upstairs and was chowing down at his dog bowl, eating so ferociously he had pushed the bowl halfway across the room. Spike nearly tripped on it on the way to the fridge.
"Damn Dog!" he felt like kicking it, but he didn't.
"I made you some bacon and eggs kid, eat up." he never even looked away from his paper.
"Thanks Jet, but I'm not too hungry this morning." his thoughts were still focused on his dream girl.
He had taken a half empty carton of orange juice out of the fridge and gulped it down. Then he put the empty carton back in the refridgerator.
Jet put the paper down and stared up at Spike.
"You ok, Spike? Because you turning down a meal is like.."
"Yeah, I'm fine," Spike cut him off. "I've got a blown transmission I need to finish today, I'd like to get an early start on it."
"Ok," Jet buried his face in the paper again. "Call me when it gets busy down there."
"Yup" Spike called out as he was walking down the stairs. Not that it would ever get busy. It was a miracle that there were able to keep the business open. If Jet's dad hadn't left the building to him, they wouldn't even have a place to live.
Maybe bounty hunting wouldn't be such a bad idea.