Title: Unknown Session # 1: Identity Crisis
Chapter: 5
Author: The Infamous Kid Pixie
Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, me no own, so you no sue. I wonder if lawyers actually buzz around here waiting for some poor amateur author to forget to say that.
Author's Note: Thanks to everybody who reviewed me. You guys are great, really, I appreciate it. Sorry I haven't written in nearly a week, I've been swamped with homework. I would've written last night, but Dixie Artist stayed the night and I doubt she would've wanted to see me type all night. Anyway, I'm going to write now.
Unknown Session # 1: Identity Crisis
Chapter 5
Spike almost swallowed his cigarette. "Mickey," he coughed, "Don't use that form." Mickey/Vicious nodded, then melded back into normal Mickey.
"I understand. I hate using it. It's like being dead all the time," she stated, shuddering slightly. Faye's banshee shriek suddenly ripped through the hangar, demanding Spike's presence at the tomato. Since Mickey had nothing better to do, she followed Spike as he trudged to meet Faye.
"Well?" Spike prompted the blue haired woman. She pointed at Ed's computer with her boot.
"You got a call," she said around her cigarette. Spike rolled his eyes at her and sat down in front of the tomato. Ed opened a video link and sat down on the floor with the bounty hunter and the bounty head. Mickey leaned over Spike's shoulder as he opened the video window, but hid behind him and pulled Ed after her when a familiar face appeared.
"Spike."
"Vicious."
"Where's the girl, Spike?" Spike smirked.
"What girl?" he asked.
"Do not attempt to fool me. I know you have her. Bring her to me, or all of you will die," the zombie on the screen threatened.
"I've heard that before," Spike retorted. Vicious snarled.
"I have a dozen ships surrounding you, waiting my order to fire. You will be watched. You have twenty four hours," he barked. The screen went black, and an address popped up.
Cathedral at St. Mary's
District 14556
Mars
Mickey cautiously crawled from behind Spike. "We're in trouble now, aren't we?" she asked. Spike sighed.
"You could say that," he muttered. He really needed a cigarette. Only he couldn't find them. He turned around to find that Mickey had snatched them and was now smoking one.
"I thought you didn't smoke," he commented, taking the pack from her.
"You think too much," she shot back.
"You realize we have to go to this place, right?" Faye asked. Mickey eyed her accusingly.
"Eavesdropper. Yeah, I know," she grumbled. Faye flopped down on the floor next to Ed, Spike, and Mickey.
"You aren't going without help," she said slyly. Edward grinned.
"Edward will help! Faye-Faye too!" She squealed. Faye rolled her eyes exasperatedly.
"Just Faye! Not Faye-Faye, just Faye. Say it once, OK?" she complained. Jet walked into the room at that moment, staring at the empty couch and then at the assortment of people on the floor. He scratched his head.
"Did I miss something?" he asked. The group on the floor stared at one another for an instant. Maybe it was because of the sheer insanity of worrying about sitting on the floor instead of the couch when it was highly possible that they would all be dead in a day, or maybe it was just Jet's face, but they all burst out laughing. Jet shook his head and looked to the ceiling as if for patience. Ed ambled over with the tomato on her head and played back the message while swaying and giggling madly. Jet read it, sat down with the rest of them, and promptly began laughing, too.
As suddenly as it had began, the strange act stopped. The group looked around at each other again and quickly jumped from the floor, each giving an excuse to be somewhere else in the ship, with the exception of Ed. She was tracing Vicious' message on the tomato.
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Spike didn't really have a purpose for wandering into the hallway that held sleeping quarters, but he didn't have anywhere else to go. He leaned lazily against a door, searching his pockets for any spare cigarettes. When he couldn't find any, he assumed Mickey had taken them again and started to go find her.
"Stay," said a voice from the doorway across from him. It was dark, but he recognized the voice as Faye's. "I've got cigarettes and a lighter."
Spike smiled despite himself. "For once, I'm actually glad you're here," he joked. "I don't have to go find a smoke."
"So nice to know I'm appreciated," Faye muttered, only half joking. "All I've got is Marlboro Reds. Good?"
"Good," replied Spike, lighting one. "You'd think," he said, "With as bad as these things are for you, and as long as we've known that, that they would have been outlawed before 2010."
"Humans are foolish," Faye stated. "Are you really going to give up Mickey to Vicious?"
"Nope. I'm going to fight Vicious. I owe him that," Spike answered simply, as if he were commenting on the weather.
"You might die." Faye's tone was slightly strained.
"Yep," Spike said noncommittally.
"You're an idiot, do you know that?" Faye inquired, attempting to start the banter she knew so well. Anything that would help her to feel more normal.
"Humans are foolish," Spike shot back, using Faye's own words against her. Faye smiled sadly in defeat. As he walked away, she muttered to his back.
"Some more than others."
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A.N.: So, what'd you all think? Let me know! Review me, please! I'm sorry for the weird interludes with the Bebop crew, but I thought they weren't being very human in this fic, and humanity was needed. I'll try to have the next chapter up in a week. Thanks, ya'll!
Ja Ne!
*~Kid Pixie~*