Standard Disclaimers:
No, I do not own Spike or any member of the BeBop crew and cast. even though I'm sure many people wish we did. Sorry, I'm a penniless high- school-student. Don't sue me, I don't have a bank account worth cleaning.
Author's Preface:
I started this fanfic not long after a friend 'spoiled' the ending of the series for me. I was quite happy with it- until I saw the last episode myself. So, while I do not think my beginning fits the ending of Session 26, I give humbly to you my first attempt at a cowboy bebop fanfic ever. Please, do read and review, but try not to flame me too badly. Please be nice! I have three completed chapters.
If I get reviews, I will continue the plot line, elsewise, this will be left an unfinished ballad from an overactive imagination.
Session 27: Prelude of Today
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Spike Spiegel is not here, But in the hearts and minds Of those who remember him
Rest In Peace, Space Cowboy
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A single red rose rested on the grave, as a stranger in a long black trenchcoat walked away.
"This is twice, Spike. Do you really expect me to believe it this time around? Besides, you are getting too good at wearing impenetrable masks. ".I wonder if you will like discovering you are still alive."
The figure shook its head as it reached the graveyard gate.
"See you, space cowboy.."
A smile.
"How many lives do you have left, anyway?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Spike opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of the BeBop- wreathed in cigarette smoke. With a groan, he closed them.
"Jet, why am I not six feet under?"
"Because you're too damn strong to die, and too damn bratty to care."
"I could use a cigarette."
"They're bad for your health, you know."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Big Shot flicked onto the TV- two people who looked like a caucasian Punch and Black Judy popped their faces onto the screen.
"Well hello all you bounty hunters, let's see what's on the menu today."
"Ooh, it's a big one this time, the call is for a woman named Alia Minstrel. She's worth a whopping six hundred million woolongs!"
"You could buy a lot of ships for that! Unfortunately, we have absolutely no more information on her."
"Sorry, but good luck!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Wonderful. They found out I'm still alive."
Faye looked sideways at the woman seated next to her. A long black trenchcoat hid most of the stranger's features, and just when Faye was about to say something, the barkeep walked over.
"What do I owe you, Keith?"
"It's on the house today, Allie. Go ahead and use the back door, and try not to get nailed by a bounty hunter."
Allie nodded and stood.
"I owe you one."
Faye followed her out the back door into an ally.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A soft click and the cold touch of steel to the back of her neck caused Allie to stop.
"I guess I'm just lucky the damn bounty isn't an alive or dead one yet. What do you want, bounty hunter?"
Faye smiled.
"Why, the nice fat juicy bounty on your head."
A nod, and Allie's voice took on an amused tone.
"There is a reason it is so high."
Faye shrugged.
"Whadja do?"
Faye blinked- anf her own gun was facing her, Allie's voice whispering in her ear.
"It is not what I did specifically, but who I was and who I am. Don't try to come after me again, or you will regret it."
Faye turned and found only an empty street behind her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Spike-person awake! Ed found information on Alia-bounty on Ed's tomato!"
Spike blinked, while Jet gave Ed an amused look, in a 'fatherly' sort of way.
"What did you find?" Jet asked.
"Alia-bounty has other names. Alia-bounty was once Talia Minstrel. Talia- person was a assassin like Spike-person was."
Spike blinked, getting the oddest feeling of deja'vu.
"What else did you find, Ed?"
She pouted.
"That's all Edward could find. Oh, and that Alia-bounty is on Mars."
A door opened.
"Faye-faye!"
Ed bounced over to the 79 17-year-old.
"I met Alia Minstrel. She got away."
Spike snorted.
"That's proof you just can't keep a bounty-head, Faye. What's she look like?"
Faye shrugged as she began to fume.
"Aside from a black trenchcoat? Dark brown hair. She stole my gun!"
Jet blinked in startlement when he saw they had an audio-only incoming call.
"Is this the ship with the owner of a PL-20390 Special?"
"Gimme back my gun, Minstrel!"
Faye shouted into the comm., causing everyone else to wince at her volume.
The calm, softspoken reply made Spike blink in shocked surprise. Oh yes. He knew that voice.
"My name is not Minstrel, bounty hunter. Take the seat at the far right corner of the bar named Luck's Folly and order a Samantha. Don't look for me, like the shadows in which I hide, you won't know I'm there until I want to be seen. You have one hour, or lose the 390 special. The choice is yours."
Click.
The audio connection went silent.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Spike got up after Faye left and put out his cigarette, heading for the door to the hangar.
"Spike, you-"
Mismatched brown eyes gave Jet a Look, which Jet matched with a glare of his own.
"Oooh, fine! But don't blame me if you go and get yourself killed."
It was the wrong thing to say.
"Maybe I'd rather die in a blaze of gunfire than sick and in a bed, Jet."
Spike stalked off with a limp, his carefully bandaged middle throbbing.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"What can I get for you, miss?"
Faye recognized Keith from before. This was the same bar?
"A Samantha."
He nodded.
"She said you'd be here. We go too far back for me to turn her in for some damn bounty on her head, no matter how high. Take the back corner booth."
Following directions, Faye found herself in the worst-lit booth in the entire place. A voice from across the table startled her, a purposeful movement in the dim light just now making her aware that she was not alone at the table.
"Do not try to catch me. Here is the gun you 'dropped' in the alley."
"Can I ask you what your name is?"
Silence, then-
"You can ask, but I will not answer."
Opening her mouth again, she was cut off.
"Got your gun back yet, Faye?"
Spike grinned as he casually leaned against the wall. Before Faye could answer, he soft voice from the audio message earlier spoke from the shadowed figure.
"Spike. You are lucky. They think you are really dead this time. I was never so fortunate. Let me give you a recommendation about that six hundred million bounty-head. Do not go after it. It is a very dangerous one."
The shadowed stranger stood up with a grace that surpassed a dancer's, seeming to take the shadows with her as she moved. Deep mahogany hair hid her face.
"See you, space cowboy. Try not to waste whatever is left of your nine lives, ok?"
With that, she was gone.
Spike slowly sat down, his expression unreadable as his eyes went unfocused, seeing a past he alone knew.
"Spike?"
Faye began to reach for him, when Jet's voice called from across the room.
"Spike!"
Jet joined them at the table, as Spike's yes refocused on the present.
"Hey, Spike, don't go scaring me like that again, you looked like you did before you went off to 'see if you were really alive'. Are you alright?"
Spike smiled quietly.
"Of course I'm alright Jet. How dangerous could it be to tail Faye?"
Keith, the barkeep, caught the trio's attention by gently tapping on their table.
"Please, either order drinks or leave. I need the booths for paying customers."
They stood, and left. The entire walk back to the Bebop, Spike drifted in memories of a time long ago, when he was a teenager.
No, I do not own Spike or any member of the BeBop crew and cast. even though I'm sure many people wish we did. Sorry, I'm a penniless high- school-student. Don't sue me, I don't have a bank account worth cleaning.
Author's Preface:
I started this fanfic not long after a friend 'spoiled' the ending of the series for me. I was quite happy with it- until I saw the last episode myself. So, while I do not think my beginning fits the ending of Session 26, I give humbly to you my first attempt at a cowboy bebop fanfic ever. Please, do read and review, but try not to flame me too badly. Please be nice! I have three completed chapters.
If I get reviews, I will continue the plot line, elsewise, this will be left an unfinished ballad from an overactive imagination.
Session 27: Prelude of Today
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Spike Spiegel is not here, But in the hearts and minds Of those who remember him
Rest In Peace, Space Cowboy
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A single red rose rested on the grave, as a stranger in a long black trenchcoat walked away.
"This is twice, Spike. Do you really expect me to believe it this time around? Besides, you are getting too good at wearing impenetrable masks. ".I wonder if you will like discovering you are still alive."
The figure shook its head as it reached the graveyard gate.
"See you, space cowboy.."
A smile.
"How many lives do you have left, anyway?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Spike opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of the BeBop- wreathed in cigarette smoke. With a groan, he closed them.
"Jet, why am I not six feet under?"
"Because you're too damn strong to die, and too damn bratty to care."
"I could use a cigarette."
"They're bad for your health, you know."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Big Shot flicked onto the TV- two people who looked like a caucasian Punch and Black Judy popped their faces onto the screen.
"Well hello all you bounty hunters, let's see what's on the menu today."
"Ooh, it's a big one this time, the call is for a woman named Alia Minstrel. She's worth a whopping six hundred million woolongs!"
"You could buy a lot of ships for that! Unfortunately, we have absolutely no more information on her."
"Sorry, but good luck!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Wonderful. They found out I'm still alive."
Faye looked sideways at the woman seated next to her. A long black trenchcoat hid most of the stranger's features, and just when Faye was about to say something, the barkeep walked over.
"What do I owe you, Keith?"
"It's on the house today, Allie. Go ahead and use the back door, and try not to get nailed by a bounty hunter."
Allie nodded and stood.
"I owe you one."
Faye followed her out the back door into an ally.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A soft click and the cold touch of steel to the back of her neck caused Allie to stop.
"I guess I'm just lucky the damn bounty isn't an alive or dead one yet. What do you want, bounty hunter?"
Faye smiled.
"Why, the nice fat juicy bounty on your head."
A nod, and Allie's voice took on an amused tone.
"There is a reason it is so high."
Faye shrugged.
"Whadja do?"
Faye blinked- anf her own gun was facing her, Allie's voice whispering in her ear.
"It is not what I did specifically, but who I was and who I am. Don't try to come after me again, or you will regret it."
Faye turned and found only an empty street behind her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Spike-person awake! Ed found information on Alia-bounty on Ed's tomato!"
Spike blinked, while Jet gave Ed an amused look, in a 'fatherly' sort of way.
"What did you find?" Jet asked.
"Alia-bounty has other names. Alia-bounty was once Talia Minstrel. Talia- person was a assassin like Spike-person was."
Spike blinked, getting the oddest feeling of deja'vu.
"What else did you find, Ed?"
She pouted.
"That's all Edward could find. Oh, and that Alia-bounty is on Mars."
A door opened.
"Faye-faye!"
Ed bounced over to the 79 17-year-old.
"I met Alia Minstrel. She got away."
Spike snorted.
"That's proof you just can't keep a bounty-head, Faye. What's she look like?"
Faye shrugged as she began to fume.
"Aside from a black trenchcoat? Dark brown hair. She stole my gun!"
Jet blinked in startlement when he saw they had an audio-only incoming call.
"Is this the ship with the owner of a PL-20390 Special?"
"Gimme back my gun, Minstrel!"
Faye shouted into the comm., causing everyone else to wince at her volume.
The calm, softspoken reply made Spike blink in shocked surprise. Oh yes. He knew that voice.
"My name is not Minstrel, bounty hunter. Take the seat at the far right corner of the bar named Luck's Folly and order a Samantha. Don't look for me, like the shadows in which I hide, you won't know I'm there until I want to be seen. You have one hour, or lose the 390 special. The choice is yours."
Click.
The audio connection went silent.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Spike got up after Faye left and put out his cigarette, heading for the door to the hangar.
"Spike, you-"
Mismatched brown eyes gave Jet a Look, which Jet matched with a glare of his own.
"Oooh, fine! But don't blame me if you go and get yourself killed."
It was the wrong thing to say.
"Maybe I'd rather die in a blaze of gunfire than sick and in a bed, Jet."
Spike stalked off with a limp, his carefully bandaged middle throbbing.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"What can I get for you, miss?"
Faye recognized Keith from before. This was the same bar?
"A Samantha."
He nodded.
"She said you'd be here. We go too far back for me to turn her in for some damn bounty on her head, no matter how high. Take the back corner booth."
Following directions, Faye found herself in the worst-lit booth in the entire place. A voice from across the table startled her, a purposeful movement in the dim light just now making her aware that she was not alone at the table.
"Do not try to catch me. Here is the gun you 'dropped' in the alley."
"Can I ask you what your name is?"
Silence, then-
"You can ask, but I will not answer."
Opening her mouth again, she was cut off.
"Got your gun back yet, Faye?"
Spike grinned as he casually leaned against the wall. Before Faye could answer, he soft voice from the audio message earlier spoke from the shadowed figure.
"Spike. You are lucky. They think you are really dead this time. I was never so fortunate. Let me give you a recommendation about that six hundred million bounty-head. Do not go after it. It is a very dangerous one."
The shadowed stranger stood up with a grace that surpassed a dancer's, seeming to take the shadows with her as she moved. Deep mahogany hair hid her face.
"See you, space cowboy. Try not to waste whatever is left of your nine lives, ok?"
With that, she was gone.
Spike slowly sat down, his expression unreadable as his eyes went unfocused, seeing a past he alone knew.
"Spike?"
Faye began to reach for him, when Jet's voice called from across the room.
"Spike!"
Jet joined them at the table, as Spike's yes refocused on the present.
"Hey, Spike, don't go scaring me like that again, you looked like you did before you went off to 'see if you were really alive'. Are you alright?"
Spike smiled quietly.
"Of course I'm alright Jet. How dangerous could it be to tail Faye?"
Keith, the barkeep, caught the trio's attention by gently tapping on their table.
"Please, either order drinks or leave. I need the booths for paying customers."
They stood, and left. The entire walk back to the Bebop, Spike drifted in memories of a time long ago, when he was a teenager.