Title: Unknown Session # 1: Identity Crisis

Chapter: 4

Author: The Infamous Kid Pixie

Disclaimer: Don't sue me, I'm a broke little punk. Leave me alone. I don't own Cowboy Bebop.

Author's Note:  OK, thanks for the reviews, ya'll! Amazing how I complain and stuff gets done! That actually worked in English class, where I complained about the amount of projects my grade had right in the middle of state standardized testing, and she pushed her project's due date back. Yay! LH-Chan, do not worry about not reviewing. Do not feel terrible. Don't lose sleep. Thanks for reviewing. Saotomealita, I apologize for spelling errors. I spell check my documents, but I'm too lazy to go over them manually, so whatever I missed is either a typo or some careless mistake the computer didn't catch.

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Unknown Session #1: Identity Crisis

Chapter 4

            Immediately after Mickey's revelation, Spike muttered something about 'fresh air' and slouched off to the hangar. Faye raised her eyebrows, confused. They were in space. There was no 'fresh air' in space. She murmured a hasty goodbye to Mickey before rushing to the hangar after Spike.

            She found him leaning against the Swordfish, smoking.

            "So much for fresh air," she called to him. He glanced up lazily.

            "There is no fresh air in space," he muttered. Faye laughed humorlessly.

            "I was thinking the same thing. You weren't exactly being subtle, 'fro-boy. What's wrong?" Faye inquired.

            "You want a cigarette?" Spike asked evasively. She took the cigarette, but she wasn't buying his ploy.

            "You're avoiding the question, lunk-head," she smiled. "Care to answer me? What's up with you and this Dragon dealie?"

            "Demons from the past," Spike answered. Faye had a sassy comeback ready, but she swallowed it. Now was a time to shut up; no one ever pressured Spike for information on his past. It just wasn't done. Jet's roar jolted Faye back into reality in an instant.

            "Faye! Dammit, get in here and clean up this mess!" he howled. For once, the violet-haired woman didn't argue. She walked as quickly and quietly as she could from the awkward scene that she somehow created.

            Spike, left alone with his thoughts, began to laugh hysterically. The cigarette dropped from his mouth as he doubled over in his mirth. Ed, watching from the doorway, cocked and eyebrow at him, shrugged, and went back to her hacking. As far as she could tell, he'd finally lost it. The bounty hunter stood up straight again, wiping tears of merriment from his eyes. He retrieved his cancer stick from the floor and drew from it. "I've got a bounty that Vicious wants," he snickered, and burst into all new fits of laughter.

            "I fail to see what's so funny," Mickey's voice, female voice, rang out at him. He glanced up. She was back in female form.

            "Vicious wants you dead," he chuckled. "Not only are you alive, you're in my ship."

            "Why is that funny?" Mickey asked irritably. Spike simply chuckled some more.

            "Because I've inadvertently captured something he wants. Again. And he doesn't like that. It's only a matter of time before he comes after me for it," he chocked out between chortles.

            "You really ought to have your head checked," Mickey commented carelessly, twirling a strand of lilac hair between her fingers.

            "Don't you get it?" Spike asked. "Don't you see what's going to happen? There'll be death and desolation, to be sure. But which side gets it?" He brought his hands together as if holding an imaginary gun. Suddenly, quicker than Mickey could comprehend, he had looped an arm around her neck and pressed his pointed finger into her temple. He leaned close to her ear and whispered a single word to her.

            "Bang."

            "Are you crazy?!" Mickey shouted, looping out from under his arm. "You're laughing because you think you're going to die?!"

            "Nope," Spike replied, now acting almost normal. "I'm laughing because his head is worth more than yours, little thief. And he will come here. And I will beat him."

            "Right. Who is this Vicious, anyway?" Mickey demanded as she massaged her sore neck.

            "Someone from the Syndicate you stole from. He was pretty important, too," Spike answered. It appeared he was back to normal Spike mode.

            "Wait, wait, hold a sec…" Mickey stuttered. "He wasn't a dead-looking guy with whitish hair and a big bird of some sort, was he?"

            Spike's eyebrows knit for a split second before he took a drag from his cigarette and blew it into the air. "Yeah," he muttered, a faraway look to him. "That's Vicious."

            "Well," Mickey muttered, "I hate to tell you this, but, well, the form I took…?"

            "Spit it out, Mickey," Spike chided, staring at the ceiling as if for patience. "The form you took when you stole the list from the Syndicate?"

            "Yeah, that form. You see, the guy I modeled myself after saw me, and although he couldn't catch me, he swore that there would be a thousand holes in me before I died. He meant it. He'd do it. He swore to track me down, and he'd obliterate anyone who stood in his way. That form, I think…" Mickey's voice was suddenly low. Spike turned to look at her, but she wasn't herself again. She was tall, with dead eyes and dirty white hair. Spike dropped his cigarette again, this time in total shock.

            "The man, this form, was Vicious, and he knows where I am."

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A.N.: Icky, crummy, chapter. I was rushed. Terribly sorry. If you hate it, tell me. If you don't, tell me that, too. I want feedback. I can't improve any if you all don't tell me what I'm screwing up. Anyways, next chapter should be up soon, I am going somewhere with this, worry not. Thanks everyone!

Ja Ne!

*~ Kid Pixie ~*