I do not own any of the Cowboy Bebop characters. I just love writing and writing about them. Anyway REVIEW, I'm curious about people's thoughts on this because I'm reaally working in a lot of OCs and I was wondering what people thought of them. Besides everyone loves a little feedback, yeah?

Olivia Wylde was a dreamer, one that had her dreams trampled constantly, sure, but a dreamer nonetheless. As a doctor, it didn't do to be a dreamer, it didn't do to believe that things would turn out alright. Sometimes there were just things that had to be forgotten or let go, but Olly always struggled to rise above. She had gone through medical school, done the entire program, became a universally renowned doctor and then decided that that wasn't enough. There were people in the cracks that she was missing, people who didn't have health care provided for them, people who couldn't afford the ambulance aid, far less the medicine. She remembered the click of her office door as she closed it behind her. She remembered the childish grin that had pulled at her lips and the shocked faces on the staff as she toted her things out of Mercy West Hospital.

It hadn't taken her long to get her underground clinic together. With the funds that she had accumulated it was child's play. She knew that if she was going to operate beneath the radar, she would have to be on top of all medical procedures, and not just one field. She studied everything from acupuncture to cybernetics. Everything. Having a photographic memory worked out for her that way. She assembled a small staff and trained them in basic medical procedures herself. She helped plan the blueprints of her makeshift hospital and paid off the workers to whisper nothing to the authorities. She also offered free health care to them and their family should they keep her secret. A slow trickle came at first, desperate people who had nowhere else to turn, and she was ecstatic. Well, not at their condition, but that she could finally help others. She treated them as best she could, which in nearly all cases was spectacularly, and when she lost a patient, she always aided in funeral arrangements. Some people had come to love her and she them, and it didn't take long for her to feel truly alive in Olly's Underground.

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"Hey, Olly! Found a guy in an alley! Bleedin' fast!"

A large muscular young man was carrying an unconscious man in his arms. Olly didn't hesitate, from the blood on her friend, and the blood steadily oozing from the man in his arms, she knew she couldn't afford to.

"Here, get 'im on the gurney!"

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Sadie go get the O+ start a transfusion!"

"What? Oh, sure, sure I'm on it!"

Olly opened the drawer beside the gurney and found the scissors she had been looking for. She cut away the man's shirt and pulled the material away revealing a deep bloody gash going up the man's midsection. With every shuddering breath the man took, more blood flowed. Luke raced over to her her tools in his hands. She nodded at the counter and he rested it there then stepped back giving her room to work.

Sadie came in moments later, clutching bags of blood and an IV. "I got it!"

"Good, get him hooked up!"

"Gotcha," and Sadie got to work searching for a vein and plunging the device in.

As she did this Olly worked to clean the wound. It was thin but deep, and she could see bone glistening underneath all the blood. When cleaned to her satisfaction she sprayed a sealant over the wound and tightened it with stitches. It was an archaic form of medicine that had abandoned long ago, but it would ensure that he didn't bleed out. She sprayed more sealant to secure the stitches. She got the overhead computer to scan his vitals once she was done.

"Rising heart rate. Pulse resuming normal rate. Temperature 98.6. No known diseases. Male. Approximate age between 25-30. Detect cybernetic eye, undamaged. Survival at 92 percent."

Olly grinned broadly at her luck, at his luck. The man, had been only seconds from death, and only her and her friends' speed had saved him. If they had been a second slower he would have been dead, and the computer scan would have had a different set of information. Olly whipped bloody gloves from her hands rubbed the sweat from her brow and faced her friends.

"Well guys, good work. Now I'm fuckin' starved, who's up for spaghetti?"

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Olly had always viewed cooking as an art. Her mind accepted it as such because there was always room for compromise, and often, it appealed to some but not all. Medical stuff, was not so lenient, some laws could not be broken, some miracles could not be done, some problems not fixed, and sometimes there simply was no starting over. As she boiled the spaghetti she continued to think of the patient that was sleeping in the other room. A cybernetic eye, the scanner had said. That meant that this wasn't the first life or death situation the man had faced. She wondered what he must have suffered to have his eye replaced.

She stirred the spaghetti absentmindedly, and then left it to simmer.

She found Luke and Sadie in the living room playing a game of cards. The two of them lived with her permanently, having lost their family. Luke had come to her when he was fifteen already reaching at six foot. He had had a gunshot wound, but had managed to carry Sadie the entire way. He looked like a wounded angel, his blond ringlets framing his face, his big blue eyes pleading for Olly to help, and she hadn't been able to say no. Together they laid out little Sadie on the gurney and patched her up. She had gotten shot as well, in the leg and the shoulder. Lying like that her usually tan face, a pale grayish color, Olly had thought her done for, but she had been wrong. The little over five foot eighteen year old had proved to be a fighter. When they had both fully healed they had asked to stay, and Olly hadn't wanted to say no. It seemed natural that they stay with her. She sort of became their mother and they sort of became her kids. For five years they had gone through good times and bad, but mostly good ones. They had formed a bond that Olly had never thought she would find again, and they had made the Underground one of the best places to receive hospital care.

Luke put his cards face down as Olly approached and pulled out a chair for her to sit down.

"So, whaddya think of the guy?"

"Not really sure yet, to be honest. The scanner said fake eye, and it has me thinking what he had to have lived through."

"Yeah," Sadie said as she eyed her cards," I mean his eye, man!"

"Olly," Luke said turning to her his expression serious," I know we don't normally ask questions, but I'm curious about this one. He musta dragged himself pretty far, the blood trail went a ways back. I checked. He really wanted to live, he was fightin' for somethin'."

"We''ll find out what when he comes to, huh?"

"Guess so."

"Yeah, yeah, 'nough talk," Sadie said her green eyes rolling comically, "now let's get serious Luke. I'm trying to win back those woolongs you took from me!"

Luke grinned his face taking on a more mischievous tone. Olly wondered when they'd admit their feelings for one another.

"Trying, but it's not gonna happen shorty!"

She smiled to herself as she went back to the spaghetti. They would sort it out eventually, maybe sooner rather than later.