Disclaimer

I do not own Cowboy Bebop by any means; and even if I did, I wouldn't've been sitting on the computer writing fanfiction.

A/N 1

After I heard that Teena Marie died, I was so distraught and souless that I've decided to write this story as a tribute to her death because I grew up listening to Teena Marie. Gerald Levert also sung this song and is also dead so I'd make it a tribute to both. R.I.P. Teena Marie

A/N 2

I'm not sure if Teena or Gerald have seen Cowboy Bebop before, but if they did, feel free to PM me about it or send me a review. Criticsms won't hurt me.

A/N 3

Oh, I'm so sorry if I'm bothering you too much, but just a warning that this will be an alternative ending of Julia's death so if anyone cried when Julia died, feel free to grab a tissue and R&R this story please. Like I said, criticsms won't hurt anything and I'm just writing this as a tribute to Teena Marie for being the "Queen of Irony Soul" and Gerald Levert (if he's done anything) because I love this song and I wouldn't mind writing a tribute for a death.

A/N 4

I'm trying to write the best I can with this story for both of their deaths so rest in peace Teena and Gerald. Alright, I'll shut up for now... you can read the freaking story now.

After years and years, Spike came here to water his garden. The flowers were nothing but the same and all he picked out was a rose. After mrrting Julia for three days, Spike came back to his secret garden to see if the flowers had grown yet. Along with his lover Julia, they looked down at the flowers. Spike glanced down at the ground. Julia put her hand on his back.

Lately all the flowers seem to be so plain

"Don't worry, Spike. I'm sure we'll see superior flowers any day... I hope..."

Spike flashbacked three years back.

FLASHBACK POV

Spike was running through a creepy-looking forest. After he exit the forest, he saw what no one else has seen before... An untouched garden! He dashed over to the garden and bumped his head on a locked door.

"Ouch!" he exclaimed as he rubbed the bump off his face.

He then realized that in the Secret Garden movies from the 20th century, the garden needed to be unlocked by a key. He crouched down and scrambled the grass for the key and picked it up. He moved it towards his eye for a better view and twisted it around. He pushed the key into the knob and opened up the secret garden. His jaw dropped as he starred at the yard only to see an empty garden up ahead. He rushed over to the dirt and found a shovel to dig up the dirt and reveal each large hole to plant the flowers in. After he filled the dirt up with holes, he put his hands in his pocket and said, "Hmm... guess I'd have to go to the store and buy one..."

Spike rushed over to a nearby flower store and looked around with his jaw showing at the beauty of the store... it was filled with all kinds of different flowers. He ran over to find a bouqet or roses sitting near the counter. He glanced at them and decided to touch it, but a guy snatched it away from him and he muttered, "Huh?"

"No touching our bouquet or roses here. Especially any kind of flowers. These roses are extremely frail, and none of us want none of our guests to break them." stated the guy.

"Are they yours?" questioned Spike.

"Well..." replied the guy, scratching behind his head, "kind of... but we don't want our guests to break them."

Spike flinched. He was shook up by this guy's accent. Does he speak English? Or Irish? Or maybe Arabic? He doesn't know... he was just shocked by this accent because most people around Asteriod speak Japanese or in their own accent that HE knows.

"Since when do you speak Irish?" asked Spike.

The store managar giggled.

"Oh no, I don't speak Irish; if you ask, I'm from Canada."

"Canada?" Spike queired to himself.

"Then since when do you speak Irish, or English, or Indian..."

"I am not one of those." the store manager interrupted, "I am completely a Candian and I speak Candian. There is no way on earth I would speak English, Irish or Indian. I'm from CANADA!"

"Oh, I get it now. So can I buy one of these roses, or even better... a full pack?"

Spike thought of buying these roses because first of all they look pretty, second of all, he knew that he might find a lover one day or another so he decided to claim the garden to be his and have the key for himself. If he ever finds one, then he might touch the roses and claim the garden to be of lovebirds.

"No... you'd have to pay for it. Don't you have money?" asked the store manager.

Spike looked in his pocket and only showed one woolong.

"Uh... no." he replied.

"One dollar is not enough. So that means... you don't get the bouquet." the store manager laughed heartly.

This was before Spike became a bounty hunter so instead or stealing it or mischeviously kicking him in the leg, he strolled off with his head down.

"What was that guy's story? All I wanted was to buy the roses in case I needed a lover."

Before he knew it, he saw a girl standing in front of him waiting to go into the store. Spike starred at her... he thought he found his first love... she was beautiful. She had golden hair, blue eyes, a nice outfit and she had a cigar just like him. Spike instantly fell in love with her like she has met him for three years and instantly became unspeakable.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

"That's when I met you, Julia." said Spike.

Can you call a rose by any other name?

Author's Note: Hey, everyone. What do you think? Is it good? Because I'll continue this story soon, and I'm sorry it ended with a cliffhanger.