Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop or any other anime - I just like making up stories…oh, and this is my fourth official fan fic and my first Cowboy Bebop fan fic so I'll just apologize now if it sucks. Sorry!
A bright light shines down from some heavenly realm and illuminates a sleeping figure peacefully arranged on a bed. Dust particles floating gently in the air create a soft sparkle around the sleeping man. The man moves his mouth ever so slowly, as if speaking in a dream. His lips form a single word. "Faye."
Session 1: Conco d'Ora (The Tarantella Dance)
Neon fluorescent lights were so fucking irritating. Faye blinked at the bright and buzzing nightmare overhead, wishing like everything that she had just rolled over and gone back to sleep. Of course, going back to sleep wasn't going to put food on the table and no one else could really go after bounty heads now that…now that… Now that he's gone. Damn Spike! Going off to die when there was still so much left to do! So much left to say. And all I could do was make holes in the ceiling instead of…eh… I should have just shot him then and there. At least then I'd have some peace about the whole thing. But it's my luck. It's my lot in life to be forever aiming at a target that I'll never ever hit. She winced at her own stupid thoughts and rinsed them away with a smirk. Sentimentality wasn't her thing. That is, it wasn't her thing anymore. She might have been the sort to care at one point in her life, but that girl had long since died. She washed her face without thinking about him again, gave the mirror one last glance and with a wink she headed for the hall, pausing only to flip the switch behind her, turning off the light in the bathroom as she exited. Her stomach growled and she sighed. My stomach's not the only thing in need of some action, I hate being idle! I hope Jet's got something for me to do.
Coffee had been made, of that much she was sure. Since rejoining Jet onboard the Bebop, a sort of pattern or system had formed between the two of them. He got up in the morning and made coffee and she got up whenever she wanted and drank it. Naturally, I'm not the kind of girl who makes her own coffee, not when there's a man around to do it for me, she grinned. A chuckle issued from somewhere inside of her. She raked a hand through her messy hair and stretched. She entered the kitchen looking no worse for wear but feeling like forty miles of bad road.
Jet glanced up from behind his papers. "Ah, so you're finally up?"
Faye made her way over to the coffee pot and helped herself. "Yea."
"Sleep well?" Jet yawned.
"Sure." Faye sipped at her coffee and observed her comrade. "Were you up all night?"
"Sort of, I was doing some research." He nodded to the stack of papers in front of him.
"Oh yea? So, what's the deal?"
"Well, I've got a lead on a real easy one. Decent price too. Twenty million woolongs." Jet shifted in his seat, arranging his papers.
Faye turned around and sat at the table, suddenly looking interested. "Twenty million eh? Alright, I'll bite, who's the guy?"
"No guy, more like old woman." Jet held up a photograph. "Madame d'Exelmans. She's a famous fortune-teller; apparently she's got some pretty good connections with the three fates 'cause she's never off on her predictions. Unfortunately for her, they didn't warn her about getting mixed up with the wrong crowd, she now tells fortune for every crime syndicate from here to Mars, and is becoming a real pain for the authorities. She seems to be quite the expert advisor on the comings and goings of police. Anyways because she's so prophetic, no body can get near her unless she wants them to, so she's got quite the reputation."
Faye squinted at the photograph and raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think I can get in there close enough to nab her?"
"For starters, you've got an unusual history. From what I've read, she's really into dramatics, as far as that all goes so with your past you're a shoe in." Jet poured himself another mug of coffee. "Plus, you've got green eyes."
"Eh? What do my eyes have to do with anything?" Faye frowned.
"There's a bit of a psychic mumbo jumbo about green eyes. According to ancient superstitions green eyes are very important, they contain all sort of keys to knowledge and mysteries and blah blah blah. I don't know Faye, but it says here that she never turns anyone with green eyes away." Jet said impatiently.
"Right and what's stopping someone from getting green eyed implants and passing themselves off as…" She stopped when she saw the sour expression on Jet's face.
Jet stood up. "Do you want to go or not?"
"Sure, whatever. Let's get a move on." Faye waved her hands in a nonchalant fashion. "I'll look over all this information and get my voo-doo dolls out, oh, and pour me some coffee, will ya Jet? Please?" She motioned in feigned politeness.
Jet shrugged and refilled her mug; he observed her momentarily and then left the woman to her paperwork. He headed to the bridge of the ship to map out the flight course. She's such an actress.
Next time:
Jet (proudly): Well, we're off! What a great start to the fic!
Faye (pleased): Sure is! Anything that spends that much time on me has got to be good!
Jet (annoyed): I wasn't talking about you; I was talking about the storyline.
Faye (insulted): Fine. Steal my thunder you freakin' dream wrecker.
Jet (carelessly): Whatever. Hey readers, come back real soon, you don't want to miss the next exciting session where Faye gets her fortune told!
Faye (surprised): Hey – what? I do?
Jet (assuredly): Next time, The Gypsy Rhythm.
... See ya next time, Space Cowboy.
Alright, the first chapter is complete; this will be a fairly short story I think, maybe ten chapter's top. It really depends on the feedback I get from ya'll. Let me know what you think please! lisa