Months to The Day
Disclaimer: I don't own CBB or any of the charecters, cause if they were mine, I'd be on the Bebop now catching bounties! Remeber this good people- CBB isn't mine and will NEVER be! Got that in your head? Excellent. Now I'll shut my mouth so you can read my fanfic! Enjoy! (Please also read my Metal Gear fanfics, cause not too mny people've read it for whatever reason. ;;)
Prologue:
It was quiet aboard the Bebop ever since Spike's supposed 'death'. The crew always seemed to not notice his 'presence' lingering here and there. Of course Ed had come back but didn't exactly notice much of anything. But Faye and Jet had changed and their deep sorrow and anger for Spike had been covered up by their straight-faced looks, and now they began to believe they'd never see their friend again... but a big surprise would soon await them on Mars....
Chapter 1: A Ghost From the Dead
The Bebop had crash-landed on Mars. A ship raider attacked them, and the Bebop was knocked off course and had some serious damages. Jet walked out of the ship. "Damn raiders. Ugh, these damages are horrible! This'll cost a lot of Woolongs...." He went back in and checked the comp. systems. "Ed, help me check out for any damage." "Yeeesss sir!" She saluted him, and got to work. After some minutes of checking, Jet was relieved to see that the system wasn't in bad shape. "No damage Jet-person!" Ed said and saluted again. "Thank God. I thought that it would've been damaged. I'll need to go find a repair place some where around here." Then Faye walked in. "So we're stranded on Mars?!" she yelled. "It'll be for only a while. I'm going to find a repair shop now." Jet replied. Faye sighed. "Okay, whatever. Just be quick, I want to get off this planet soon." "Hey, how do you think I feel? It's my ship that's damaged and my money that's about to fly out the window!" Jet said sarcastically. Faye couldn't help but laugh a little at his outburst. "Yeah, too true. Well, better get going if you want to get out of here soon!" He nodded in agreement. "Okay, see you later then and watch this ship as well as you can." And with that he deployed. 'It's nice to see that Faye's not so hardened like she used to. I guess that lunkhead's 'death' affected her or something... It's been a year.....' Jet thought as he flew off into the skies.
Meanwhile.... Spike was wandering the skies of his home planet in Swordfish II. He had survived his ordeal with Vicious and was now wandering around sometimes staying at a bar for hours, or looking for the Bebop with not much luck. "Heh, I wouldn't be surprised if Jet or Faye's angry with me. Faye...." Spike said consciously. Faye's name lingered in the air for a bit. "What am I thinking? She wouldn't care if I died or survived. She did try to stop me though. Out of character for her." Spike flew near a dock to see if the Bebop were there by luck. "There's a lot of ships here, it'll be hard to find that ship in this crowd..." Fifteen minutes passed before he gave up. "Not here either." He sighed. "I'll just look somewhere else." Several more minutes later, Spike had flown near a remote desert-like area. He saw a ship there, a familiar sight. "It's-"It was the Bebop, still stranded of course. He immediately landed and went in to see if anyone was in there. "Huh? Are you back already Jet?" Faye said. See looked toward the doorway to see someone she had only seen in her dreams for a month. "Sp-Spike?" Her voice was a bit weak. "Hey." He acted as if nothing happened. This made Faye grow angry, and she stood up from the couch to face him. "You left us. You died. And you never came back." She said through clenched teeth and fists. Spike didn't say anything for a few seconds. "I said I wouldn't die and I didn't. I had to keep my word after all." "You made us worry!!!" She was furious now. She aimed a quick punch at Spike. He blocked it. "I never thought you would be worried over me." A thin smile was on his face. "How could you leave us?" 'There's some worry in her voice, all right.' Spike thought. "Hey, look, I'm sorry okay?" He knew this answer wouldn't cut it. She glared at him. "Never mind. I'll be in my room." And with that, she walked away. 'Why? Why Spike?' She thought as she walked into her dimly lit room.
Jet had come back after three hours of searching. He found a repair shop and they said they'd come to the ship the next morning. He entered the Bebop and saw Spike sitting on the couch smoking. "You.." Jet was stunned. "You're supposed to be dead... why are you here?" "Hey. Look, I'm alive okay? So what the hell's wrong with that? I don't have much of anywhere to go anyway." "Forget it. Did- did you talk to her?" "Yeah, why you asking?" "Listen, you better not bring up anything about how you're still alive after you nearly committed suicide to her." Jet sat down on the couch. Spike was smirking, 'Why not? I wonder...' . he thought. "Now why is that?" Jet was now glaring in a way similar to how Faye did when Spike spoke to her. "She cried for days when she heard you were 'dead'. She threw fits; she was going insane for quite some time. God, she looked pale when your name was brought up. She got out often, returning drunk, and it seemed kind of like she was in another world of some kind. Ed returned, and we both tried helping Faye and it sue was effective. She had been a bit kinder lately, at least to us. It looked like she'd forgotten about you, but every night you could hear her literally crying her eyes out, calling you for some reason." Spike didn't look like he cared, but inside he was totally shocked. 'Faye...was calling me?' he thought. Then Jet stated a lingering sentence- "She once said that you were HURTING her for not being here. Leave her alone, Spike. She may've seemed okay when you two talked but listen." He paused for a second and now Spike heard it too. Loud cries coming from Faye's room with some words that were clearly said out loud. "Just leave the poor kid alone." Jet finished. "Yeah... of course."
Spike left the room to go out to the top of the Bebop and watch the dying sunset. His thoughts were all focused on Jet's words. "She cried for me..." There was an unlit cigarette between his lips. "Faye..." 'Huh?!' There was the sound of footsteps coming from the doorway. And standing there was Faye. "Hey." "Hey, now what are you doing out here with the official lunkhead?" Faye laughed at his small joke. "Nothing, I just wanted to get out for a while." Spike smirked. "Ahem, you mean see me?" "What?! No! Of course not!" 'Calm down.' Faye told herself. 'Yeah, sure.' Spike thought. She sat down next to him. He couldn't help but glance a little. 'New look? Suits her now.' She was wearing a gray Capri, with a matching top. And a sweater too. It was cold out during this time. "Faye, were you really-" "Crying? Ha ha ha! Are you kidding?" "We heard you." "...." "Well?" Her voice was weak again. "Yes..." "For..?" "... Err, someone I thought of a lot." That was an interesting answer, so Spike decided to push the issue further without bringing up anything that had to do with him leaving. "Oh yeah? Hmmm, I wonder who?" Faye looked straight into his eyes. "What the-?"
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