Lessons - by Maru-chan
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Disclaimer - roses are red, violets are blue; i now own, so you no sue.
This fic is set in my own personal Cowboy Bebop-verse. That means no relation what-so-ever to the show's time line or plot. It centers mainly around Spike and Ed's relationship, but Jet and Faye are important too.
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~ ISSP HeadQuarters - Mars ~
"How far do think this one'll get us, Jet?" Spike looked dubiously at his partner over the battered body of Ricky Tao, or as he was known to Spike, '50mw'.
Jet looked at the skinny, fluffy haired young man with a twich in his eye. "With all the damages you caused ?! We'll be lucky to get a bag of groceries on the change !!"
Spike snorted indignantly. " I almost get my - !!"
"CAN I HELP YOU !?!" Both bountry hunters turned to face the exasperated ISSP clerk who had been trying to get thier attention for the past few minutes. Spike looked the young, slighlt dishevled, man up and down, then turned back to his partner.
" - head shot off, and you wanna complain about a few broken windows?!"
Jet however wasn't listening - he was too busy counting the 50mw. With a nod to the clerk ("Thanks"), Jet walked out of the ISSP, leaving an open-mouthed and irrate Spike behind. He was half-way down the front steps before his partner came bounding out of the doors at top speed.
"JET!!" Spike lunged at the burly former-cop, only to go sailing past as Jet stepped aside at the last minute. He landed on his ass on the sidewalk, after rolling down the last 50 or so concrete steps. Jet took his time walking down, dividing the money as he went.
"Here, that's your share." He handed Spike the smaller portion. "I already took out the cost of those windows - and the furniture - and the door - and the car - and the vet bill for that cat."
Having counted his money, Spike pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag before pushing himself to his feet. He fell into step beside the ex-cop, ambling along with his usual lanky grace. "So, where's the nearest super-market?"
Jet stopped dead in shock. "Wha - You are NOT going to buy the food!!"
Spike spun around angrily. "Why the hell not?!"
"Because you don't know what to buy!!"
"Do too!!"
"Do not - your idea of a well balanced meal is charbroiled meat and beer!!"
"Is not!!"
"Is too!!"
"Is not!!"
"Is too!!"
By now, a crowd had gathered to watch the two men yelling like five year olds, and bets where being placed as to who would throw the first punch, when it would be thrown, who would win, and so on. As it was, the bets would be canceled because Spike's communicater went off.
"Is - !!"
*beep,beep,beep,beep,beep*
With a scowl, Spike pulled the comm-device out of his breast pocket, snapping it open with a flick of his wrist. "Faye, what the hell do - ?!"
"SPIKE-SPIKE HELP ED !!!!"
"Ed what's - !?"
"SPIKE-SPIKE - !!!"
*click*
Spike stood abosolutely still, staring at the dead comm-device, then punched in the Bebop's comm-code. "Dammit - she's not answering!!"
"She probably just crashed the comm-system." Jet was non-plussed by the call, and slighlt amused by his partner's agitation. "Besides Faye stayed to watch the kid, so how much harm could she do?" He set off down the street once more.
But Spike knew better. Ed had never been the least bit worried, not even during the mutated lobster fiasco. Her voice on the comm-device hadn't just been worried, it had been out right paniced, the same panic that was making his guts hurt at the thought of the trouble Ed, and maybe Faye, were in.
So, as Jet continued down the street, Spike ran pell-mell back towards his ship. His partner didn't notice till he looked back over his shoulder about four blocks away, and realized he was alone.
"Shit - leave me to do all the damn housework. What the hell am I, the mom?!" Jet Black continued down the street, grumbling under his breath about his fluff haired (and brained) partner.
~ the Bebop ~
Spike knew something was wrong as soon as he landed on the Bebop's deck; (a) he did not get bowled over by a soaked Edward, who always swam in the harbour with Ein when they docked, (b) the door, which Faye always forgot to lock, was locked when he tried it, and (c) the Bebop, which normally resounded with the bumps and barks of Ed, Ein, and Faye, was eerily silent.
. . . Not good . . .
"Ed - Faye !!" Spike checked the control room, the hanger, and the bathroom, before entering the living room. He was confronted by the sight of a bruised and battered Faye, who was sobbing on the couch.
Spike was acrossed the room in two seconds, neeling beside the hurt purple haied girl. "Faye, what the hell happened ? Where's Ed ?"
She didn't respond, only collapsing into louder sobs as she handed him a rolled up parchment.
Spike felt his mouth go dry and his heart stop. The letter wasn't signed, but he'd recognise the calligraphic script anywhere. He'd also recognised the torn bit of once-white rag that fell out as he unolled the message.
_I found your new little friend Spike. How about a little 'hide and seek', for old times sake? We'll be waiting . . . but only till the next sunset. After that, your little friend is going to be growing up rather fast._
"VISCIOUS!!!!"
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. . . SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY.
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This conclueds the 'Lessons', but stay tuned for my next venture into the Cowboy Bebop-verse with 'Practice'. Sayonara ^.~
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Disclaimer - roses are red, violets are blue; i now own, so you no sue.
This fic is set in my own personal Cowboy Bebop-verse. That means no relation what-so-ever to the show's time line or plot. It centers mainly around Spike and Ed's relationship, but Jet and Faye are important too.
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~ ISSP HeadQuarters - Mars ~
"How far do think this one'll get us, Jet?" Spike looked dubiously at his partner over the battered body of Ricky Tao, or as he was known to Spike, '50mw'.
Jet looked at the skinny, fluffy haired young man with a twich in his eye. "With all the damages you caused ?! We'll be lucky to get a bag of groceries on the change !!"
Spike snorted indignantly. " I almost get my - !!"
"CAN I HELP YOU !?!" Both bountry hunters turned to face the exasperated ISSP clerk who had been trying to get thier attention for the past few minutes. Spike looked the young, slighlt dishevled, man up and down, then turned back to his partner.
" - head shot off, and you wanna complain about a few broken windows?!"
Jet however wasn't listening - he was too busy counting the 50mw. With a nod to the clerk ("Thanks"), Jet walked out of the ISSP, leaving an open-mouthed and irrate Spike behind. He was half-way down the front steps before his partner came bounding out of the doors at top speed.
"JET!!" Spike lunged at the burly former-cop, only to go sailing past as Jet stepped aside at the last minute. He landed on his ass on the sidewalk, after rolling down the last 50 or so concrete steps. Jet took his time walking down, dividing the money as he went.
"Here, that's your share." He handed Spike the smaller portion. "I already took out the cost of those windows - and the furniture - and the door - and the car - and the vet bill for that cat."
Having counted his money, Spike pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag before pushing himself to his feet. He fell into step beside the ex-cop, ambling along with his usual lanky grace. "So, where's the nearest super-market?"
Jet stopped dead in shock. "Wha - You are NOT going to buy the food!!"
Spike spun around angrily. "Why the hell not?!"
"Because you don't know what to buy!!"
"Do too!!"
"Do not - your idea of a well balanced meal is charbroiled meat and beer!!"
"Is not!!"
"Is too!!"
"Is not!!"
"Is too!!"
By now, a crowd had gathered to watch the two men yelling like five year olds, and bets where being placed as to who would throw the first punch, when it would be thrown, who would win, and so on. As it was, the bets would be canceled because Spike's communicater went off.
"Is - !!"
*beep,beep,beep,beep,beep*
With a scowl, Spike pulled the comm-device out of his breast pocket, snapping it open with a flick of his wrist. "Faye, what the hell do - ?!"
"SPIKE-SPIKE HELP ED !!!!"
"Ed what's - !?"
"SPIKE-SPIKE - !!!"
*click*
Spike stood abosolutely still, staring at the dead comm-device, then punched in the Bebop's comm-code. "Dammit - she's not answering!!"
"She probably just crashed the comm-system." Jet was non-plussed by the call, and slighlt amused by his partner's agitation. "Besides Faye stayed to watch the kid, so how much harm could she do?" He set off down the street once more.
But Spike knew better. Ed had never been the least bit worried, not even during the mutated lobster fiasco. Her voice on the comm-device hadn't just been worried, it had been out right paniced, the same panic that was making his guts hurt at the thought of the trouble Ed, and maybe Faye, were in.
So, as Jet continued down the street, Spike ran pell-mell back towards his ship. His partner didn't notice till he looked back over his shoulder about four blocks away, and realized he was alone.
"Shit - leave me to do all the damn housework. What the hell am I, the mom?!" Jet Black continued down the street, grumbling under his breath about his fluff haired (and brained) partner.
~ the Bebop ~
Spike knew something was wrong as soon as he landed on the Bebop's deck; (a) he did not get bowled over by a soaked Edward, who always swam in the harbour with Ein when they docked, (b) the door, which Faye always forgot to lock, was locked when he tried it, and (c) the Bebop, which normally resounded with the bumps and barks of Ed, Ein, and Faye, was eerily silent.
. . . Not good . . .
"Ed - Faye !!" Spike checked the control room, the hanger, and the bathroom, before entering the living room. He was confronted by the sight of a bruised and battered Faye, who was sobbing on the couch.
Spike was acrossed the room in two seconds, neeling beside the hurt purple haied girl. "Faye, what the hell happened ? Where's Ed ?"
She didn't respond, only collapsing into louder sobs as she handed him a rolled up parchment.
Spike felt his mouth go dry and his heart stop. The letter wasn't signed, but he'd recognise the calligraphic script anywhere. He'd also recognised the torn bit of once-white rag that fell out as he unolled the message.
_I found your new little friend Spike. How about a little 'hide and seek', for old times sake? We'll be waiting . . . but only till the next sunset. After that, your little friend is going to be growing up rather fast._
"VISCIOUS!!!!"
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. . . SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY.
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This conclueds the 'Lessons', but stay tuned for my next venture into the Cowboy Bebop-verse with 'Practice'. Sayonara ^.~
