Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop.
Well, you asked for a sequel so, here ya go! Eh, I'm not really sure how I'm going to accomplish this, but I'll find a way, I guess. I have some ideas going on, but if you have an idea or suggestion don't hesitate to tell me about it! Ahem, anyway, onto the story.- - -Spike groaned as he rolled over, fingers instinctively looking for the wound on his side. That last bounty had really been hell bent on getting away. Too bad he hadn't. The wound also hindered his movements more than it used to. Hell, he wasn't as young as he used to be either. 35. Ha, he never thought that he'd live to be thirty-five. Squirming out from under the covers, Spike pulled himself into a sitting position.Spike looked around the small room. It used to be his room. He shared it now. A small smile played on his lips as he looked over, just realizing that Faye was no longer in the bed beside him. Spike cocked his head to one side, wondering where she could be. Gritting his teeth, he placed his feet flat on the floor and got up, stumbling over miscellaneous items to get to the door.
They still lived on the Bebop, although it was different. He and Faye were always arguing, that had never changed. Edward was still the computer geek with the weird name, but she now came and went as she pleased. Jet had developed a bad limp and burn-scars over his chest from that day 8 years ago. Spike frowned slightly, remembering Code. Cold-hearted bastard.Faye had never told him how she knew Code. Obviously, she had to have known him before the incident at the hospital, right? Or was that normal for him? Just pick a pretty woman. His frown deepened momentarily as he stepped through the door to the living room and looked around. Ed was in a corner, pressing away at the keys. There were two forms sitting beside her. One a dog and the other a humanoid shape.Spike's frown once again twisted into a smile as he walked over, looking over Ed's shoulder at what was on the screen. It was then that one of the forms next to her lunged at Spike, wrapping arms around his neck. The older man laughed slightly, standing straight up and bringing the form up with him.That form was a little boy, no more than two days over seven years old. He had a messy mop of green hair along with bright green eyes. He truly was the emerald child. He laughed loudly as Spike pushed him over his head, the little boy's back almost brushing against the ceiling. Just because he wasn't three anymore didn't mean that he couldn't humor the child. Spike forced back a grimace from the pain in his side as he reluctantly put the boy back down. "Good morning,""What's so good about it?" a voice came from behind him and Spike turned to see Jet leaning on a doorframe. There was a bounty about two years ago that got the better of the man and pushed him from a small building, breaking his leg and fracturing various bones. He now walked with a limp and when it rained, he could hardly walk. It was raining.Spike shrugged at the older man, who no longer helped out much with the bounties, as he plopped himself down on the couch. "Where's Faye?" he asked, resisting the urge to stretch on behalf of his injury. Jet shrugged, "How am I supposed to know? She's probably out spending our money on horses," he grumbled. Oh yeah, that was another thing that hadn't changed.
With a groan, Spike flicked on the TV. Of course, it was on the news. What Spike saw on the front screen scared him to death, but before he could say anything, his son beat him to it.
"Daddy, you're on TV!" he yelled, hopping in front of the electrical device. Only, it wasn't Spike. This character only looked like Spike. His hair was cut short, but still green. Although the eyes were not mismatched, they were still brown. The skin tone was the only difference. He was also younger, very much younger, but his son had once seen a picture of him and Vicious when they would teenagers. That would explain his outburst.
Spike, who in the hell is that?" Jet asked, leaning forward to get a better look at the picture on the TV. "How am I supposed to know?" he snapped, leaning forward and searching for a name. The figure on the TV couldn't be any older than thirteen. So why was he on the TV? What did he do? Spike gulped down the random thoughts that formed in his head as he sat up. It was just a kid that looked like him. That was all it could be, right? He never had any children."Yeah, Jet has the right idea. Who in the hell is that?" came another voice from behind the couch. Faye. Shit. "I just told him I didn't know!" Spike exclaimed and his son went scampering to the corner with Ed. He was probably startled and wondering if he started it. "Well, he looks like you, doesn't he?" Faye was also looking for a name by that time."There are plenty of people who look like other people. That doesn't mean anything," he grumbled angrily. "Now, can we talk like humans about this because you're making my son nervous!" Spike yelled, looking for a way to calm this down so he could think. How had a picture gotten everyone so riled up? Wait…don't answer that."You're scaring the dog too," Jet pointed out, looking at the small ball of brown, white, and, now, gray fur that made up Ein. Faye and Spike both looked over at Jet as if to say 'who cares about the dog'- - -Well, eh, a bad start for the first chapter, but don't worry, it'll start going. And yes, Spike and Faye's son does have a name. I just haven't told you it yet, lol. Are you surprised? Is it a let down? Tell me! Suggest, or whatever you feel like doing!