Spike: Well, it's my turn to do the disclaimer. *yawns* This is a fanfic.
Heather does not, can not, and will not own Cowboy Bebop.
Ed: Ed get's to start fanfic!!Right Faye-Faye?
Faye: It's FAYE! NOT FAYE-FAYE!
Ed: Ok, Faye-Faye. Here's Beginnings by Heather!
Ein: *barks and pants*
[thoughts are italicized]
Spike Spiegel. The lunkhead. Where is he now? He's always running off. Why can't he just stay put for once...with me. Whoa, don't need that. I can't be falling in love...or can I? With Spike?
Faye put on her sunglasses and sighed. She continued searching the streets of the city. She was supposed to be getting food for the crew of the Bebop. Maybe for once there'll be beef in Jet's bell peppers and beef. Faye snorted. Like that will ever happen. She stopped short and pulled her gun as she heard gun shots...
Spike sighed and walked out into the alley. Pulling out a ciggerate and lighting it he started strolling back to where he had parked the Swordfish. He had needed to get out of the Bebop. Everywhere he had turned there they were. Reminders of her. Her scent, her voice, or her body itself. Faye Valentine had somehow crowded his thoughts. He hardly remembered Julia anymore. It was all Faye. But Spike never thought of telling her. It wasn't like him. He sighed and continued walking. Footsteps behind him and the sound of a gun cocking made him stop and put his hand on his own gun. Turning he faced a group of people who were all armed with guns. "Well well, what have we got here? You want a fight then bring it on." So saying he began to draw his gun but halted violently. He had been shot on both shoulders. He screamed as he started to stumble backwards. The last thing he sees before collapsing is Faye with her gun drawn, shooting at his attackers. "Faye..." He hoarsely whispers as everything goes black...
"Spike!" Faye watched in horror as he collapsed into a puddle of his own blood. It wasn't the first time she'd seen it but it never got any better. She rushed over to him, jumping over the bodies of the attackers. She kneeled down infront of him, putting his head in her lap. She watched as he opened his eyes and smirked. She tilted her sunglasses down and returned the smirk half-heartedly. "Hey there hot shot. Having trouble were you?" His low voice replied, "Not until you came around," right before he passed out. Faye wiped at tears before she whispered, "Least you could do was say thank you," to his unconcious body...
Heather: Next time on my weird fic... Will Spike's feelings be revealed? Will Faye admit to herself that she's in love? Will Jet ever get any beef?!
Spike: Ok, ok!! I think they've got it!
Jet: That wasn't very funny.
Ed: Will Ed get a part? Can Ed be in fic? Please!! Faye-Faye!! Make her put Ed in!!
Faye: The name is Faye! NOT Faye-Faye.
Heather: Hehe! Anyways, See you Space Cowboy. ^-^
Spike Spiegel. The lunkhead. Where is he now? He's always running off. Why can't he just stay put for once...with me. Whoa, don't need that. I can't be falling in love...or can I? With Spike?
Faye put on her sunglasses and sighed. She continued searching the streets of the city. She was supposed to be getting food for the crew of the Bebop. Maybe for once there'll be beef in Jet's bell peppers and beef. Faye snorted. Like that will ever happen. She stopped short and pulled her gun as she heard gun shots...
Spike sighed and walked out into the alley. Pulling out a ciggerate and lighting it he started strolling back to where he had parked the Swordfish. He had needed to get out of the Bebop. Everywhere he had turned there they were. Reminders of her. Her scent, her voice, or her body itself. Faye Valentine had somehow crowded his thoughts. He hardly remembered Julia anymore. It was all Faye. But Spike never thought of telling her. It wasn't like him. He sighed and continued walking. Footsteps behind him and the sound of a gun cocking made him stop and put his hand on his own gun. Turning he faced a group of people who were all armed with guns. "Well well, what have we got here? You want a fight then bring it on." So saying he began to draw his gun but halted violently. He had been shot on both shoulders. He screamed as he started to stumble backwards. The last thing he sees before collapsing is Faye with her gun drawn, shooting at his attackers. "Faye..." He hoarsely whispers as everything goes black...
"Spike!" Faye watched in horror as he collapsed into a puddle of his own blood. It wasn't the first time she'd seen it but it never got any better. She rushed over to him, jumping over the bodies of the attackers. She kneeled down infront of him, putting his head in her lap. She watched as he opened his eyes and smirked. She tilted her sunglasses down and returned the smirk half-heartedly. "Hey there hot shot. Having trouble were you?" His low voice replied, "Not until you came around," right before he passed out. Faye wiped at tears before she whispered, "Least you could do was say thank you," to his unconcious body...
Heather: Next time on my weird fic... Will Spike's feelings be revealed? Will Faye admit to herself that she's in love? Will Jet ever get any beef?!
Spike: Ok, ok!! I think they've got it!
Jet: That wasn't very funny.
Ed: Will Ed get a part? Can Ed be in fic? Please!! Faye-Faye!! Make her put Ed in!!
Faye: The name is Faye! NOT Faye-Faye.
Heather: Hehe! Anyways, See you Space Cowboy. ^-^