Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop or any other anime - I just like making up stories…oh, and this is my fourth official fan fic and my first Cowboy Bebop fan fic so I'll just apologize now if it sucks. Sorry!
To be honest, when Spike opened his eyes, Jet was shocked. Of course, he hadn't known what to expect when Faye announced she was going to kiss Spike awake. He first thought she was kidding and seeing her bend over him was unbelievable, but seeing his eyes open was staggering. He had watched her face very closely, and she was just as shocked as he was. He hadn't wasted anytime getting the doctor and himself out of the room. He had needed a moment to regroup his thoughts…
Session 11: So Avant Garde
It took some time to get Spike up and 'moving', if you could call it that. Being comatose for so long had taken its toll on his body. Movement was painful or in most cases, it simply didn't come. With an arm around Jet and another draped over Faye's shoulder, he moved carefully to the Bebop's waiting open hangar. Edward and Ein were hopping around in circles, bouncing in anticipation. Faye had to all but snap at the excited pair to keep them from knocking the helpless Spike to the ground.
"Hey! Stop that you two! Get inside and out of the way; I don't want to see you again until later, you can mess with him then!" She growled at the excited pair.
"Be patient with them Faye!" Jet shook his head at her.
"Well, if Spike weren't so heavy I probably wouldn't complain!" She scoffed.
"I'm back five minutes and you're already calling me a burden? I can't help it, you try being in a coma and then getting up and jumping around…" Spike rolled his eyes.
Jet and Faye carefully entered the living area and gingerly maneuvered their way down the stairs with Spike between them. Once situated in his usual spot on the yellow couch, Spike closed his heavy eyes. Jet frowned at his friend's action. He's already exhausted… The room went quiet.Faye looked from man to man with a nervous expression and then gave her usual careless shrug and excused herself from the room, with some excuse about needed to clean up. Jet nodded to her as she left and turned to look back at Spike. His eyes were still closed. What are we going to do with him? As if in answer Spike opened his eyes and locked them with Jet's from across the room.
"So, what's been happening while I've been gone?" He said evenly.
"Well, you know, chasing down bounties and trying not to pull out what little hair I have left." Jet laughed. "Things around here have been crazy. Ever since we got Ed and the dog back Faye's been moodier than ever."
"Oh yea?" Spike raised an eyebrow. "You were working with Faye alone for awhile?"
"Sure, I couldn't really leave her alone could I? She really went off of the deep end there for awhile, after, well, you know." Jet shook his head and Spike nodded briefly. "She told me once that she wished she would have shot you then, that day, instead of letting you leave."
Spike looked away and didn't say anything so Jet continued. "Last week we got a good lead on a pretty fat bounty and she went after it."
Spike looked back at Jet. "The gypsy woman from the hospital?"
"Yea, Madame d'Exelmans was her name. A crazy French fortune-teller who was causing trouble with her predictions, there was a 20 million woolong price on her head. Apparently she knew how to orchestrate fate; she had all the syndicates in a vice. But she turned out to be quite the character."
"Seeing as she paid all my bills, I understand why." Spike nodded.
"Right, well, she told Faye that you were still alive. It was really due to her curiosity that we even found you. Well, that an Ed, who somehow located you too. But it was mainly Faye, she wouldn't give up, even when I identified what I thought was your body that day."
"Are you telling me that Faye, our little troublemaker Faye, Faye who runs away from challenges, Faye wouldn't give up?" Spike said skeptically.
"You got it, of course, I can't quite figure that out but..." Jet frowned slightly. "Get some rest; I'll fix something to eat. I'm sure you've missed my cooking."
"Yea, right." Spike arched an eyebrow and grinned.
Faye sat in the bathtub with a leg swung over the rim and poked at the bubbles surrounding her. A nice evening of pampering usually calmed her right down, but for some reason, her heart was still beating at the speed of light. She'd survived yet another brutally emotional day. She sighed.
I guess it only makes sense; after all, I just brought someone out of a coma! But she knew she wasn't kidding anyone. She frowned. Well, I suppose it isn't that I brought someone out of a coma; it's the person that I brought out of the coma. Spike. Or, maybe it's the way that I brought him out of the coma. She sighed again and ducked her head under the steamy water, feeling her pores tingle. Oh well, who fucking knows what to do with all this?
Next time:
Spike (coolly): Well, what are you gonna do now?
Faye (irritably): Huh? How should I know?
Spike (aggressively): Yea, I suppose it's asking too much for you to know something.
Faye (angrily): Hey you jerk! Is this the thanks I get for waking you up? I mean, really!
Jet (authoritatively): Calm down you two! Geez, can't you speak to each other without fighting? I gotta get outta here! I'm going to leave you two to yourselves!
Spike (blandly): Leave us alone? This should be interesting… Next session, Down The Third Stream.
Eh…I don't know what I'm doing now…help help! We've got a writer down! I repeat! We've got a writer down! I gotta get some inspiration soon or… I don't know what… lisa