"BEBOP BLUES"
AN: Cowboy Bebop doesn't belong to me (yeah, I wish). I just wrote the fic.
Sorry for the late updates, but I've been juggling two fanfics at once. I'm a glutton for punishment. Where was I? Oh yeah.
Ah, my poor Faye. But she's a survivor. Let's just hope Spikes sees the light before he makes the second biggest mistake in his life. Cheers everyone!
Session 3: SEPARATE WAYS
Jet woke up to the sound of a gentle knocking on his door and automatically reached for his gun on the night stand.
"Who is it?" he asked warily. His finger was already on the trigger, just in case.
"It's me," Faye answered softly.
He relaxed and went to unlock the door. "What's wrong?"
She lifted her face up to her friend and answered, "Everything."
Jet allowed her to come in and shut the door behind them.
Spike took another drag from his cigarette and watched as he blew smoke rings up into the air. He was sitting in the dark, trying to make sense of his conversation with Faye. Julia was right. Faye had changed. He thought coming back would somehow make up for the way he left the last time. He expected Faye to be angry, but he didn't expect her to be hurt so badly. He just never thought of her that way. It was easier to think of her as a soul-less money grubbing bounty hunter who didn't care about anyone, but herself, rather than a person with feelings. A desireable woman with feelings.
He remembered the first time meeting her at the casino. He must have been attracted to her gypsy-like carefree attitude. It certainly helped that she was one of the most striking women he had ever met, other than Julia. Who would have guessed that she would steal their bounty right from under them and lose it all in the same day? Ever since then, she had been a thorn in his side. And she ALWAYS had something to complain about. She certainly hadn't endeared herself to him in the first few months after she invited herself to join the crew of the Bebop. But she had her moments, far and few as there were. She always managed to hold her own against him, whether it was at cards, piloting, or fighting. No woman had ever done that. Not even Julia.
He remembered Jet saying one time that the effect of her past circumstances were probably responsible for the way she was. If that was true, coming back had been a big mistake after all. Maybe it was best that he left as soon as possible. No need to make Faye feel any worse than she already did, because of him.
"She'd probably just shoot me again," he thought wryly to himself.
He was walking in the hallway back to his room when he saw Faye knocking on Jet's door. He hid himself in the shadows, as he watched her go into his room. He didn't know how long he stood there, staring dumbfounded. Spike couldn't believe that Faye and Jet...Who'd have thought? For some strange reason, he felt a twinge of jealousy.
Faye woke up from the chair she had spent the night in, and massaged her tired neck muscles, trying to get out the knots. Jet was snoring loudly in his bed without a care in the world.
"An earthquake wouldn't wake him up," she thought to herself, as she got up to leave.
To be fair, it had been her fault for keeping him up most of the night as she poured out her heart out to the ex ISSP cop. In the ensuing weeks, following Spike's death, she had slowly begun to open up to Jet and found that all those rambling words of wisdom he was always giving actually made some sense. Talking to him had been therapeutic as she battled with a brief bout of insomnia and self-pity in the following months. Ever since then, she would come to him whenever she needed someone to listen to her. He had already figured out that she loved Spike, without even having to ask her. Too bad Spike never stayed around to find out for himself.
She sighed resignedly. "C'est la vie."
Spike spent most of the morning tinkering with his ship, making sure that it was ready for take off. His favorite method of "fixing", was to kick the crap out of it until it functioned again. Fortunately for him, it worked...most of the time.
"You know that never works," Jet remarked in amusement. He was glad to see that some things never changed.
"Had a good night's rest?" Spike asked silkily, not bothering to look up.
Jet stared at him quizzically. "No more than usual. Since when did you care about my sleeping habits?"
"I expected better out of you, Jet."
"Okay Spike, out with it. What's really bugging you?"
"I saw Faye come into your room last night. How could you sleep with her? She'll only ending up hurting you."
Jet stared at the younger man in complete shock. "Are you NUTS?!!!"
"No more than you are."
"All we did was talk. There's nothing going on between us."
Spike shrugged his shoulders non-chalantly. "Hey, it's none of my business."
"I take it you and Faye haven't made up yet," he remarked astutely.
"Let's just say, I wouldn't hold my breath."
"So, you're going to leave, just like that?"
"You knew I wasn't going to stay long."
"I guess I should feel grateful that you bothered to show up at all."
"Not you too," Spike groaned. "I already explained everything. You're going to hold that over my head too?"
"Life's too short for that, buddy. Don't you ever get tired of running?"
"I've spent all my life running away, Jet. It's the only way I know how to survive."
"That's because you've never considered any other way. You can't run away for ever. Take it from one who knows."
Spike gave his friend a crooked smile. "I'll take my chances. After all, it is my life."
"I beg your pardon sir, but our agents have located him," a young man dressed in dark clothing announced to his superior. The shadowy figure sitting behind the desk turned around slowly and tapped his fingers together in contemplation. His silver colored hair contrasted sharply against the black leather jacket, as it was tied back in a ponytail.
"Where is he?" he asked in a low, throaty voice, that held an air of danger.
"He's on a ship called the Bebop in the Gamma quadrant. Our spies tailed him all the way through that sector, but he managed to escape through the dimensional gate before they could catch him."
"Get me all the information on that ship and her crew. We have plans to make."
The younger man bowed and turned to leave.
"One more thing," the silver haired man interrupted, before he left.
"Yes, sir?"
"Terminate the spies who lost Spiegel."
He turned around in his chair to look out into the dark recesses of space. Spike could run, but he couldn't hide from him. He would take sweet revenge on Spiegel and anyone who got in the way.
"I won't fail you again, Vicious," he promised vehemently.
"Faye, where are you going?" Jet asked as she hiked herself into the Redtail. After the day she had yesterday, she was determined not to let Spike get to her again. And the best way to do that was to get some action.
"There's a bounty worth 50 million wulongs and I'M going to catch him. Don't wait up for me," she said, revving up her engines, before raising the platform to take off.
"Faye!!! Come back here, damnit!"
Jet knew that it was a lost cause. Once Faye had her mind on something, she wasn't going to change it. Oh well, they were running low on funds anyway.
"You ready to leave?" Spike asked Julia as they were finishing packing their things.
"I wish things had worked out like you had hoped," she replied softly.
"That's what I get for a having a soft heart. Come on."
"Don't you want to say goodbye?"
Spike just shook his head from side to side. "Jet knows."
He looked at the inside of the Bebop one last time before taking off. It had been the closest thing to a home in the time he spent there. He was actually going to miss the old tub.
"Spike! Wait up!" Jet yelled waving his hands to get Spike's attention.
"We were about to leave, Jet."
"This message just came in. It's addressed to you," he said grimly, handing the print out of the email.
Spike ran a cursory glance over the sheet and suddenly became still. All that was written on the paper was, "I have Valentine alive...but not for long. Meet me on Mars at the old headquarters. Don't keep me waiting, Spike." On the bottom of the page was the insignia of two red dragons with its tails entwined with each other. It was the symbol used only by Vicious and one other person.
"Cain's got her," he murmured to himself.
Everytime he tried to escape his past, it kept dragging him back. He had already died there twice. Now, he had to choose whether to give up everything or save Faye. What choice did he have?
It's Now or Never Cowboy
To be continued...
Written by: Babboo on 8/8/02
AN: Cowboy Bebop doesn't belong to me (yeah, I wish). I just wrote the fic.
Sorry for the late updates, but I've been juggling two fanfics at once. I'm a glutton for punishment. Where was I? Oh yeah.
Ah, my poor Faye. But she's a survivor. Let's just hope Spikes sees the light before he makes the second biggest mistake in his life. Cheers everyone!
Session 3: SEPARATE WAYS
Jet woke up to the sound of a gentle knocking on his door and automatically reached for his gun on the night stand.
"Who is it?" he asked warily. His finger was already on the trigger, just in case.
"It's me," Faye answered softly.
He relaxed and went to unlock the door. "What's wrong?"
She lifted her face up to her friend and answered, "Everything."
Jet allowed her to come in and shut the door behind them.
Spike took another drag from his cigarette and watched as he blew smoke rings up into the air. He was sitting in the dark, trying to make sense of his conversation with Faye. Julia was right. Faye had changed. He thought coming back would somehow make up for the way he left the last time. He expected Faye to be angry, but he didn't expect her to be hurt so badly. He just never thought of her that way. It was easier to think of her as a soul-less money grubbing bounty hunter who didn't care about anyone, but herself, rather than a person with feelings. A desireable woman with feelings.
He remembered the first time meeting her at the casino. He must have been attracted to her gypsy-like carefree attitude. It certainly helped that she was one of the most striking women he had ever met, other than Julia. Who would have guessed that she would steal their bounty right from under them and lose it all in the same day? Ever since then, she had been a thorn in his side. And she ALWAYS had something to complain about. She certainly hadn't endeared herself to him in the first few months after she invited herself to join the crew of the Bebop. But she had her moments, far and few as there were. She always managed to hold her own against him, whether it was at cards, piloting, or fighting. No woman had ever done that. Not even Julia.
He remembered Jet saying one time that the effect of her past circumstances were probably responsible for the way she was. If that was true, coming back had been a big mistake after all. Maybe it was best that he left as soon as possible. No need to make Faye feel any worse than she already did, because of him.
"She'd probably just shoot me again," he thought wryly to himself.
He was walking in the hallway back to his room when he saw Faye knocking on Jet's door. He hid himself in the shadows, as he watched her go into his room. He didn't know how long he stood there, staring dumbfounded. Spike couldn't believe that Faye and Jet...Who'd have thought? For some strange reason, he felt a twinge of jealousy.
Faye woke up from the chair she had spent the night in, and massaged her tired neck muscles, trying to get out the knots. Jet was snoring loudly in his bed without a care in the world.
"An earthquake wouldn't wake him up," she thought to herself, as she got up to leave.
To be fair, it had been her fault for keeping him up most of the night as she poured out her heart out to the ex ISSP cop. In the ensuing weeks, following Spike's death, she had slowly begun to open up to Jet and found that all those rambling words of wisdom he was always giving actually made some sense. Talking to him had been therapeutic as she battled with a brief bout of insomnia and self-pity in the following months. Ever since then, she would come to him whenever she needed someone to listen to her. He had already figured out that she loved Spike, without even having to ask her. Too bad Spike never stayed around to find out for himself.
She sighed resignedly. "C'est la vie."
Spike spent most of the morning tinkering with his ship, making sure that it was ready for take off. His favorite method of "fixing", was to kick the crap out of it until it functioned again. Fortunately for him, it worked...most of the time.
"You know that never works," Jet remarked in amusement. He was glad to see that some things never changed.
"Had a good night's rest?" Spike asked silkily, not bothering to look up.
Jet stared at him quizzically. "No more than usual. Since when did you care about my sleeping habits?"
"I expected better out of you, Jet."
"Okay Spike, out with it. What's really bugging you?"
"I saw Faye come into your room last night. How could you sleep with her? She'll only ending up hurting you."
Jet stared at the younger man in complete shock. "Are you NUTS?!!!"
"No more than you are."
"All we did was talk. There's nothing going on between us."
Spike shrugged his shoulders non-chalantly. "Hey, it's none of my business."
"I take it you and Faye haven't made up yet," he remarked astutely.
"Let's just say, I wouldn't hold my breath."
"So, you're going to leave, just like that?"
"You knew I wasn't going to stay long."
"I guess I should feel grateful that you bothered to show up at all."
"Not you too," Spike groaned. "I already explained everything. You're going to hold that over my head too?"
"Life's too short for that, buddy. Don't you ever get tired of running?"
"I've spent all my life running away, Jet. It's the only way I know how to survive."
"That's because you've never considered any other way. You can't run away for ever. Take it from one who knows."
Spike gave his friend a crooked smile. "I'll take my chances. After all, it is my life."
"I beg your pardon sir, but our agents have located him," a young man dressed in dark clothing announced to his superior. The shadowy figure sitting behind the desk turned around slowly and tapped his fingers together in contemplation. His silver colored hair contrasted sharply against the black leather jacket, as it was tied back in a ponytail.
"Where is he?" he asked in a low, throaty voice, that held an air of danger.
"He's on a ship called the Bebop in the Gamma quadrant. Our spies tailed him all the way through that sector, but he managed to escape through the dimensional gate before they could catch him."
"Get me all the information on that ship and her crew. We have plans to make."
The younger man bowed and turned to leave.
"One more thing," the silver haired man interrupted, before he left.
"Yes, sir?"
"Terminate the spies who lost Spiegel."
He turned around in his chair to look out into the dark recesses of space. Spike could run, but he couldn't hide from him. He would take sweet revenge on Spiegel and anyone who got in the way.
"I won't fail you again, Vicious," he promised vehemently.
"Faye, where are you going?" Jet asked as she hiked herself into the Redtail. After the day she had yesterday, she was determined not to let Spike get to her again. And the best way to do that was to get some action.
"There's a bounty worth 50 million wulongs and I'M going to catch him. Don't wait up for me," she said, revving up her engines, before raising the platform to take off.
"Faye!!! Come back here, damnit!"
Jet knew that it was a lost cause. Once Faye had her mind on something, she wasn't going to change it. Oh well, they were running low on funds anyway.
"You ready to leave?" Spike asked Julia as they were finishing packing their things.
"I wish things had worked out like you had hoped," she replied softly.
"That's what I get for a having a soft heart. Come on."
"Don't you want to say goodbye?"
Spike just shook his head from side to side. "Jet knows."
He looked at the inside of the Bebop one last time before taking off. It had been the closest thing to a home in the time he spent there. He was actually going to miss the old tub.
"Spike! Wait up!" Jet yelled waving his hands to get Spike's attention.
"We were about to leave, Jet."
"This message just came in. It's addressed to you," he said grimly, handing the print out of the email.
Spike ran a cursory glance over the sheet and suddenly became still. All that was written on the paper was, "I have Valentine alive...but not for long. Meet me on Mars at the old headquarters. Don't keep me waiting, Spike." On the bottom of the page was the insignia of two red dragons with its tails entwined with each other. It was the symbol used only by Vicious and one other person.
"Cain's got her," he murmured to himself.
Everytime he tried to escape his past, it kept dragging him back. He had already died there twice. Now, he had to choose whether to give up everything or save Faye. What choice did he have?
It's Now or Never Cowboy
To be continued...
Written by: Babboo on 8/8/02
