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Don't own Bebop. Don't sue. Okaaay thanks.
This is a weird story kinda…
The Other Side of Bebop"He's heading out the back, Jet." Spike shouted into the communicator as he impatiently pushed through people.
"Roger that, Spike, I'm in position." Jet's voice was calm.
Spike rounded the corner and out the back door just in time to see the bounty being thrown to the floor and one of Jet's heavy legs being planted onto the bounty's back.
""Damn it, I should have had him." Spike berated himself as he strolled over to Jet who was now slapping the cold cuffs on the prisoner.
"Go easy on yourself kid, it's only been a month since you took on the Red Dragons. I told you to sit this one out anyway." And with that Jet hoisted the bounty up and away.
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Spike lounged on the scruffy couch, clad only in a white fleece towel. No need for modesty anymore since the kid and woman wore gone.
He puffed on his cigarette and stretched out his legs. A sharp pain jabbed at his abdomens.
"Maybe I am never going to heal." Spike flicked his cigarette angrily into the ashtray.
"Give it time, Spike-o. You just have to have a little patience." Jet emerged into the room.
"Whatever." Spike snapped back as he headed to his room to put some clothes on before beginning his daily workout.
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Faye slouched over the bar, her drink nestled in her hands.
"Maybe I should have stayed." Faye mumbled to her self. It had been a long month since she left the Bebop.
Few let a few moments pass before she spoke again.
"It's not like I am running from him." Faye reassured herself.
"What's that miss?" The bartender smiled her way.
"Nothing, just bring me another." Faye ordered before she downed the rest of her drink.
"Rough day?" He smiled as he poured her drink.
"Rough week. Let's just say work isn't going so well." Faye sighed as she thought about her last failed attempt to catch a bounty. Not that that was what was really bothering her.
"That's a shame, a pretty thing like you should never look so down." The bartender said as he placed her drink down.
Faye ignored him as she studied the wood that made up the bar.
"What to do next?" Faye mused.
And as if to answer Faye's question, a young blue haired girl came bursting into the bar. The girl's skin was a dead white due to the cold outside and her blue eyes wore wide with fear and slightly wet with tears. She was draped in a long with coat the hide all of her body. She stood still momentarily in the doorway, her eyes scanning the bar swiftly. Her vision stopped on Faye who was still looking down.
"You." In two strides she was at Faye's side.
"Help me." The blue haired girl ordered as she began taking Faye's hand.
"What the hell kid?" Faye snatched her hand away.
"I need your help, please."
"Sorry, kid you've got the wrong person." Faye started to turn back to her drink.
"I need your help!" The girl shouted.
Now everyone in the bar was looking at the two girls.
"I said go away!" Faye threatened in a low voice.
Before the blue haired girl could reply a group of men dressed in gray appeared in the doorway, toting heavy-duty guns.
"We have to go now!" The blue girl ordered as she snatched Faye's hands and dragged her towards the back. This time Faye let the girl lead her away while she starred down the men in gray. They wore raising the guns, preparing to fire.
"Run." Faye yelled as she took the lead, dragging the young girl.
They turned the corner just as the machine guns let loose. Hearing the men's heavy footsteps not far behind them, Faye picked up the pace. Exiting the back door, Faye turned another corner, leading into a dead end ally.
"This way." The young girl turned into the nearby empty building.
"Why wore those guys after you?" Faye snapped between breaths.
"We don't have much time." The blue girl ignored Faye as she grabbed both Faye's hands.
"What are you doing?" Faye tried to pull away from the girl's hands.
The girl narrowed her eyes for a second before smiling, "Your perfect!"
"What?" Faye raised an eyebrow her hands still in the girls.
The girl didn't answer. Instead she began chanting words. Words Faye couldn't understand. In fact they didn't even sound like any language she had ever heard before and Faye had heard a lot of languages.
"Stop that!" Faye ordered as she struggled from the girl's hold.
The girl didn't stop.
The men's yells could be heard. They wore getting closer.
"We've got to go!" Faye yelled hoping to get a response out of the girl.
But the men wore pushed to the back of her mind as Faye felt her palms beginning to burn.
"I'm on fire!" Faye yelped as she struggled roughly against the girl.
And then the girl released and Faye's palms returned to normal.
"What the hell did you just do!" Faye yanked away from the girl.
"It's okay. It will be okay. And whatever happens, don't worry. I will be back to help you." The girl reassured Faye.
"What?"
"Now go. I will find you again." The little girl pushed Faye toward the other side of the building just as the door they had used was being kicked in.
"They will get you." Faye argued.
"It's okay. Everything's changed now." The girl smiled.
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Three month later…
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"Hold still will you!" Spike barked at the old man he was trying to cuff. He had successfully captured the old man but cuffing him was a whole different story. This guy must have been a snake in a past live.
"Spike, stop messing around will you?" Jet walked up.
"I would gladly, Jet, if this guy wasn't as slippery as an oiled up pig." Spike snarled.
"Fine, hold him and I will cuff him." Jet sighed as he watched Spike struggle a little more.
Jet moved forward and tried to slap a pair of cuffs but missed.
"What the hell?" Jet mumbled.
"See, not at easy as it looks. It's like his skin is not solid or something." Spike tightens his grip on the bounty.
""That's ridiculous, Spike."
The two men struggled a few more minutes.
"That's cute, boys." A very familiar voice mocked them.
"Faye?" Jet and Spike said in unison as their heads snapped in the direction the voice came in.
And there she stood. Her violet hair was pulled back into a pony with a few bangs swept to the side. A fitted white tank replaced her yellow top and other then that she looked exactly the same.
"Missed me boys? Move over and I will show you how it's done."
""Be my guest." Spike smirked as Jet moved out of the way
Faye gracefully slapped the cuffs on the man with a grin flashed in Spike's direction.
"And that's how that's done, boys."
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This story is not like my usual stories. This is just the beginning. Let me know what you think.