Cowboy Bebop: One More Car, One More Rider

Author: Zeon of the Twilight Blade

Disclaimer: Bebop, I don't own it.

A/N: Well Zeon loves Bebop, so I'm writing a Fanfic on it…I don't really know where I'm going to head with it, but I'll figure it out sometime.

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Chapter 1- Waking up from the Dream

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"Thanks, see you tonight Jet" The voice was feminine, I could recognize it right off as the voice of Faye Valentine, the woman I left crying in a hallway while I went off to chase after my past.

"You really are a pain in the ass." Her voice was cold and harsh; "You are also the luckiest bastard I've ever met Spike."

She was talking to me, but I couldn't respond, not that I wanted to, but apparently since I could hear her talking, I was still alive, despite my fight to the death with Vicious.

"What the hell is wrong with you anyway? What was there for you to gain? We could have all just left, moved on to another planet, but no, you had to play cowboy didn't you?"

I heard her sigh, I was curious what she was doing here anyway, I had figured she would have taken off and left Jet when I left; disappearing acts were always her specialty.

"Do you even know how worried Jet was? You should have seen his face when I brought you on, he went pale and silent…you put the fear of death into him Spike…he will never admit it Spike but he thinks of you as a son."

I could hear her messing with some bandages.

"You had better not die on me Spike, you owe me for the cleaning cost of my cockpit, since you bled all over it!"

I wondered why she was talking to me, did she know I could hear her.

More or less, did I really even care? My consciousness was starting to fade, though I was sick of sleeping, I couldn't stay awake.

Scenes of the battle with Vicious flashed through my mind, the last thing I said, "Bang"…It was to be my last word, my last opinion in this world.

Yet I'm still alive…looking back it was a pretty stupid thing to say.

I could hear fuzzy speech again which eventually faded in.

"-Really you are the dumbest guy in the world Spike." This time the voice was masculine, gruff, the voice of Jet Black, the man who became more like a father than my own father had been, and the best damn partner I'd ever worked with.

"You better wake up soon or I'm gonna kick you off, let you fend for yourself for once."

He was lying, I knew it from the tone in his voice, he wasn't really that unhappy I was alive; it was just his nature to act like this.

"You're lucky, not long after you took off Faye took off after you…I was pretty surprised, it took her a few minutes but she composed herself pretty fast after your little show in the hallway."

"So now I know how I'm still alive at least…" I thought to myself.

"She brought you here…she looked so…concerned…I haven't seen her look like that in all the time we've known her Spike…"

Finally I gained enough strength to open my eyes, I focused in on Jet, he was changing my bandages.

"We brought you to the Doc, he fixed up your wounds for the most part, said that it was incredible that you were alive at all, and then pushed you onto us, he says it'll be three weeks before you are able to move at all."

I supposed that Jet and Faye were talking to me only because they were so surprised that I was still alive, afraid that if they didn't talk I may slip away.

Of course, what do I know?

Jet looked up at my face, "…Spike!" He asked, seeing that my eyes were open, "Well, that's an improvement…you are one tough bastard Spike."

I would have given him a glare, or maybe I would have smiled, I don't really know, I couldn't move any other part of my body.

"Vicious was pronounced dead, you got him Spike-o, the Red Dragons are pretty lost as to who to call their leader now, normally they go by right of chaste, but since Faye got you the hell out of there and they don't even know if you are alive…they don't know what to do."

I would have smiled if I could, though many of them didn't deserve it, everyone from my distant past was dead, no one to remind me of that time anymore, Annie, Mao, Shin, Lin, Julia, Vicious…all dead…and I could no longer see the past in my fake eye.

I had awakened from the dream…and lived.

"Never saw it coming." It was Jet that had said it, but I thought it at the same time, "I really thought that this would be your last stand Spike, I would have put money on it…"

The truth was, I didn't either, I thought I was going to die, I was certain of it.

"Laughing Bull missed the call on this one." Jet said, looking into my eyes.

Laughing Bull had never been wrong, the old man just seemed to know everything…but then he talked in riddles sometimes, maybe he was predicting someone else's death.

I closed my eyes, indicating I wanted to be left alone.

'Rest up Spike-o." Jet said quietly.

I slipped into a dreamless sleep, my next moment of mild consciousness came shortly.

"So he's alive?" It was Faye again.

"Yeah, I saw him open his eyes." Jet replied, they were talking about me.

"Well, that's good." Her voice sounded sarcastic.

"Oh C'mon Faye, you know if it weren't for you he would be dead."

"…" Faye didn't respond.

"Faye…" Jet was about to say something.

"I don't want to talk about it Jet."

"…Alright…" Jet let the subject drop, like so many subjects he's talked about with me.

"Could a month before he is up and around again…" She said, changing the subject a bit.

"Yeah, but you know Spike, he's as tough as nails…look at all the things he already has already survived…"

"True…he's one hell of a Cowboy…" Faye agreed.

"One hell of a cowboy…" I thought to myself.

I fell back asleep…

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And it starts, I know it's not action packed yet, but we all have to start somewhere eh?

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