Spike stretched lazily. Waking slowly from his dreamless sleep. The only
noise that could be heard, was the gentle home of the electric thingies
running on the ship. They were still on Mars. Spike yawned and stretched.
He rolled over and looked at the room. He still didn't remember anything
from before the hospital, but the room was still comforting. He sat up and
yawned again. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the corner of a piece
of paper sitting on the table. He picked it up, and began to read it, as he
walked slowly to the kitchen.
[ Dear Spike and Ed, Went to look for information in town. Be back for dinner, don't make a mess. Sincerely, Jet and Faye]
That was nice of them, Spike thought to himself. He crumpled up the note and opened the refrigerator.
"Aw man." He stared at the empty shelves. "Huh? What is this doing in here," he pulled out a small grenade that had been frozen solid in the ice on the back of the shelf. "Jet sure keeps weird things in the fridge." He walked back to the couch, passing the squirt guns that had been discarded on the floor after last night's fight. He smiled to himself as he took a seat on the couch.
"Good morning Ed," he said, taking note of how quietly Ed had gotten past him and taken a seat on the couch.
"Faye person and Jet person have let Ed and Spike person alone on the ship!" she smiled gleefully. "What shall we do today daddy?"
"Ed, for the last time, Faye and Jet said I wasn't your father..I still don't get how we can have the same hair and same build and not be related." Ed thought for a second, she was bored and needed someone to play with, especially since Ein had decided to go with Jet.
"Spike person is Ed's brother, not Ed's father." She said it as convincingly as she could, hoping that the amnesia creature living in Spike's hair wouldn't remind him that they weren't related. Spike looked at Ed.
"You know what? That makes more sense than me being your father." Spike smiled warmly at his little sister. "So, sis, what shall we do today?" Ed just smiled.
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Faye walked down the crowded sidewalk, thinking to herself. She was supposed to meet Jet around here somewhere. They had decided to investigate about the cover-up. They decided to leave the Bebop in their own ships, do a little researching and then meet up at the local coffee shop to compare notes.
Faye knew that the coffee shop was around here somewhere, she just couldn't remember exactly. She pulled out a cigarette and began to smoke it in her frustration.
"I guess I'll just have to ask for directions," she told herself. Up ahead she saw a man in a black trench coat. He had a hat pulled down over his eyes and there was a little dog with him. "He looks trustworthy," she said to herself. Personally I wouldn't ask for help from someone who dressed like that.
"Excuse me?" The man turned around. "Jet?!"
"Yeah. You're late," he grumbled. She stood there blinking.
"Jet, why are you dressed like that?"
"I'm incognito."
"In -cog what?"
"In disguise! Haven't you ever seen those old detective shows?"
"But Jet, you're like a foot taller than everyone out here, and you're wearing all black." Jet looked down at his disguise. "And why did you bring Ein?"
"All good detectives have dogs."
"Jet, I think your taking this a little too far."
"Fine, I was just trying to be serious." She looked at him and couldn't help smiling. "All men really are just children deep down inside," she thought to herself.
"So, find anything interesting?" She asked.
"No." Jet looked down at his feet. "Everyone I tried to question, just turned around and ran from me. I think they were afraid of me."
"Yeah well.given the way you're dressed.."
"How about you?" Jet said, switching the subject off his attire.
"I got some information from a morgue."
"A morgue, you mean where they keep the bodies of the dead?"
"Yes Jet, what else would a morgue be? Honestly Jet, sometimes I think you let your brain go on vacation."
"And what did they have to say?"
"Well, they said that we might want to check with the ambulance driver who took Spike. Supposedly, the paramedics who arrived on the scene, pronounced him dead. They put him in that little black body bag and loaded him into the ambulance. The ambulance was supposed to drop the body off at the morgue, where it would be kept until further investigation, but the ambulance never arrived."
"So, we should talk with the ambulance driver.."
"Right Watson."
"Wats who?"
"Never mind. The guy who was driving the ambulance was named Bob Smith, so if we find Bob we find our answer."
"Good job Nancy Drew," Jet said, impressed with her detective skills.
"Nancy who?"
"Never mind. Let's go find this guy."
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"They said he would be here. It's his lunch break." Faye looked at the run down little café.
"Well, let's get this over with." Jet opened the door, and led the way in. He quickly looked over all the customers, and spotted a blond man sitting in a booth all alone. He was skinny, and dressed in bleached white, which appeared even darker than his skin.
"Ugh, he really is as ugly as they said he was," Faye grumbled under her breath.
"Come on Faye, we're just here to get some answers, not enter him in a beauty pageant." Jet walked towards the booth.
"Excuse me sir, are you Bob Smith?" The man looked up from his newspaper.
"Yes, can I help you?" The man had a lisp. Faye relaxed and smiled.
"I'm with J and F detective agency and I was wondering if I might ask you a few questions?" Jet had fallen back into his old police tone of voice.
"By all means take a seat." Faye saw how white the guy was, especially when he sat next to Jet wearing all black. She also took a seat, but continued to let Jet do all the talking.
"We understand that you were the driver of the ambulance that was on the scene of the Red Dragon building explosion. Is that correct?"
"Yes it is."
"Well, it has come to my attention that you were put in charge of delivering the body of one.Spike Spiegel to the city morgue, is that also correct?"
"Yes it is," the man became slightly more nervous.
"Now, did you ever deliver that body?"
"Uh..no.no I didn't." The man looked down at his hands, which were folded delicately on his lap.
"Now why would you do a thing like that? What use did you have with a dead body?"
"He wasn't dead though."
"What?" Jet asked.
"He wasn't dead, he was mostly dead. There's a difference between being mostly dead and all dead. I knew some really good doctors, and so I just figured nobody would care if I saved his life. Plus the guy was handsome."
"How would you know what he looked like?"
"Well, I was curious, so I took a peek in the bag while no one was looking. Man, if all the dead guys looked as good as him, I would have done that more often." Jet recoiled slightly. This was not at all what he had been expecting, and he suddenly felt awkward. He needed to get away.
"Thank you, uh, I need to go. Got another call," Jet said quickly "What call, I didn't hear anything ringing."
"That's because I have it on vibrate, got to go." . Jet got up and walked quickly out of the café. Faye just smiled.
"Oh, I like him," Bob commented to Faye.
"Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Smith." She got up and prepared to leave.
"Uh, miss?"
"Yes?"
"Do you think I have a chance with that one," he said motioning to where Jet had gone. "..or should I just forget it?"
"Just forget him..he already has a boyfriend," she said, smiling to herself. That would teach Jet to insult woman.
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"Why didn't you tell me he was a fruit?!" Jet asked angrily as they walked into the Bebop. "You could have warned me or someth..." Jet's voice trailed off as he caught site of Spike and Ed in the sitting room. Spike was dressed in a white shirt and tight black shorts, just like Ed. The two of them were playing a game of chess. Faye's mouth dropped open in horror.
"Ed?! Spike?! Wha?!" She couldn't get any words to come out straight. Jet stood there silently, equally dumbfounded. Spike smiled at them.
"Ed and I have been watching the ninja marathon on TV, but that ended, so we decided to play chess. Oh, Ed also told me the truth," Spike said. "And you guys thought you could keep it a secret."
"What truth?" Faye asked, noticing how Ed was quietly retreating.
"That I'm not Ed's father. I'm her brother!" He smiled as if he had beaten them at some kind of mind game.
"Oh God!" Jet said, slapping his forehead in disbelief. "Faye you go punish Ed. Spike? We need to talk."
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Jet, Faye, Ed, and Ein all sat on the couches. They had put Spike to work cleaning the Hammer Head and the Red Tail.
"You guys," Faye started. "We can't keep using Spike like this. He needs to get his memories back."
"Yeah Ed. I know you get lonely, but you can't play with his mind like that." Jet said to Ed.
"Ed is sorry. Ed never do it again."
"Good Ed, now go play with your computers, or whatever you play with down in the hull of the ship."
"Ok Faye Faye!" Ed ran off. Jet and Faye shook their heads. Faye reached for a cigarette from the pack lying on the table, and as she pulled herself back up, she saw Spike. He was hunched down in the doorway with his blue jacket wrapped around his head.
"Spike, what are you doing?" Jet turned to see who Faye was talking too.
"I am not Spike. I am...The blue Ninja!" Faye stared in disbelief. "In order to be a ninja, you must first, think like ninja!" He struck a fighting pose.
"EDDDDDDDD!!!!!!"
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Hi! I am getting to the point, trust me, it's just that I've got a few more things I want to do with Spike before he gets his memory back, but don't worry. I actually have made outlines for the next couple of chapters, because I'm just having way too much fun with this. I mean how often do you get to make people do whatever you want! See you laterz, and thanks to my reviewers! Tah- Tah for now.
[ Dear Spike and Ed, Went to look for information in town. Be back for dinner, don't make a mess. Sincerely, Jet and Faye]
That was nice of them, Spike thought to himself. He crumpled up the note and opened the refrigerator.
"Aw man." He stared at the empty shelves. "Huh? What is this doing in here," he pulled out a small grenade that had been frozen solid in the ice on the back of the shelf. "Jet sure keeps weird things in the fridge." He walked back to the couch, passing the squirt guns that had been discarded on the floor after last night's fight. He smiled to himself as he took a seat on the couch.
"Good morning Ed," he said, taking note of how quietly Ed had gotten past him and taken a seat on the couch.
"Faye person and Jet person have let Ed and Spike person alone on the ship!" she smiled gleefully. "What shall we do today daddy?"
"Ed, for the last time, Faye and Jet said I wasn't your father..I still don't get how we can have the same hair and same build and not be related." Ed thought for a second, she was bored and needed someone to play with, especially since Ein had decided to go with Jet.
"Spike person is Ed's brother, not Ed's father." She said it as convincingly as she could, hoping that the amnesia creature living in Spike's hair wouldn't remind him that they weren't related. Spike looked at Ed.
"You know what? That makes more sense than me being your father." Spike smiled warmly at his little sister. "So, sis, what shall we do today?" Ed just smiled.
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Faye walked down the crowded sidewalk, thinking to herself. She was supposed to meet Jet around here somewhere. They had decided to investigate about the cover-up. They decided to leave the Bebop in their own ships, do a little researching and then meet up at the local coffee shop to compare notes.
Faye knew that the coffee shop was around here somewhere, she just couldn't remember exactly. She pulled out a cigarette and began to smoke it in her frustration.
"I guess I'll just have to ask for directions," she told herself. Up ahead she saw a man in a black trench coat. He had a hat pulled down over his eyes and there was a little dog with him. "He looks trustworthy," she said to herself. Personally I wouldn't ask for help from someone who dressed like that.
"Excuse me?" The man turned around. "Jet?!"
"Yeah. You're late," he grumbled. She stood there blinking.
"Jet, why are you dressed like that?"
"I'm incognito."
"In -cog what?"
"In disguise! Haven't you ever seen those old detective shows?"
"But Jet, you're like a foot taller than everyone out here, and you're wearing all black." Jet looked down at his disguise. "And why did you bring Ein?"
"All good detectives have dogs."
"Jet, I think your taking this a little too far."
"Fine, I was just trying to be serious." She looked at him and couldn't help smiling. "All men really are just children deep down inside," she thought to herself.
"So, find anything interesting?" She asked.
"No." Jet looked down at his feet. "Everyone I tried to question, just turned around and ran from me. I think they were afraid of me."
"Yeah well.given the way you're dressed.."
"How about you?" Jet said, switching the subject off his attire.
"I got some information from a morgue."
"A morgue, you mean where they keep the bodies of the dead?"
"Yes Jet, what else would a morgue be? Honestly Jet, sometimes I think you let your brain go on vacation."
"And what did they have to say?"
"Well, they said that we might want to check with the ambulance driver who took Spike. Supposedly, the paramedics who arrived on the scene, pronounced him dead. They put him in that little black body bag and loaded him into the ambulance. The ambulance was supposed to drop the body off at the morgue, where it would be kept until further investigation, but the ambulance never arrived."
"So, we should talk with the ambulance driver.."
"Right Watson."
"Wats who?"
"Never mind. The guy who was driving the ambulance was named Bob Smith, so if we find Bob we find our answer."
"Good job Nancy Drew," Jet said, impressed with her detective skills.
"Nancy who?"
"Never mind. Let's go find this guy."
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"They said he would be here. It's his lunch break." Faye looked at the run down little café.
"Well, let's get this over with." Jet opened the door, and led the way in. He quickly looked over all the customers, and spotted a blond man sitting in a booth all alone. He was skinny, and dressed in bleached white, which appeared even darker than his skin.
"Ugh, he really is as ugly as they said he was," Faye grumbled under her breath.
"Come on Faye, we're just here to get some answers, not enter him in a beauty pageant." Jet walked towards the booth.
"Excuse me sir, are you Bob Smith?" The man looked up from his newspaper.
"Yes, can I help you?" The man had a lisp. Faye relaxed and smiled.
"I'm with J and F detective agency and I was wondering if I might ask you a few questions?" Jet had fallen back into his old police tone of voice.
"By all means take a seat." Faye saw how white the guy was, especially when he sat next to Jet wearing all black. She also took a seat, but continued to let Jet do all the talking.
"We understand that you were the driver of the ambulance that was on the scene of the Red Dragon building explosion. Is that correct?"
"Yes it is."
"Well, it has come to my attention that you were put in charge of delivering the body of one.Spike Spiegel to the city morgue, is that also correct?"
"Yes it is," the man became slightly more nervous.
"Now, did you ever deliver that body?"
"Uh..no.no I didn't." The man looked down at his hands, which were folded delicately on his lap.
"Now why would you do a thing like that? What use did you have with a dead body?"
"He wasn't dead though."
"What?" Jet asked.
"He wasn't dead, he was mostly dead. There's a difference between being mostly dead and all dead. I knew some really good doctors, and so I just figured nobody would care if I saved his life. Plus the guy was handsome."
"How would you know what he looked like?"
"Well, I was curious, so I took a peek in the bag while no one was looking. Man, if all the dead guys looked as good as him, I would have done that more often." Jet recoiled slightly. This was not at all what he had been expecting, and he suddenly felt awkward. He needed to get away.
"Thank you, uh, I need to go. Got another call," Jet said quickly "What call, I didn't hear anything ringing."
"That's because I have it on vibrate, got to go." . Jet got up and walked quickly out of the café. Faye just smiled.
"Oh, I like him," Bob commented to Faye.
"Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Smith." She got up and prepared to leave.
"Uh, miss?"
"Yes?"
"Do you think I have a chance with that one," he said motioning to where Jet had gone. "..or should I just forget it?"
"Just forget him..he already has a boyfriend," she said, smiling to herself. That would teach Jet to insult woman.
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"Why didn't you tell me he was a fruit?!" Jet asked angrily as they walked into the Bebop. "You could have warned me or someth..." Jet's voice trailed off as he caught site of Spike and Ed in the sitting room. Spike was dressed in a white shirt and tight black shorts, just like Ed. The two of them were playing a game of chess. Faye's mouth dropped open in horror.
"Ed?! Spike?! Wha?!" She couldn't get any words to come out straight. Jet stood there silently, equally dumbfounded. Spike smiled at them.
"Ed and I have been watching the ninja marathon on TV, but that ended, so we decided to play chess. Oh, Ed also told me the truth," Spike said. "And you guys thought you could keep it a secret."
"What truth?" Faye asked, noticing how Ed was quietly retreating.
"That I'm not Ed's father. I'm her brother!" He smiled as if he had beaten them at some kind of mind game.
"Oh God!" Jet said, slapping his forehead in disbelief. "Faye you go punish Ed. Spike? We need to talk."
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Jet, Faye, Ed, and Ein all sat on the couches. They had put Spike to work cleaning the Hammer Head and the Red Tail.
"You guys," Faye started. "We can't keep using Spike like this. He needs to get his memories back."
"Yeah Ed. I know you get lonely, but you can't play with his mind like that." Jet said to Ed.
"Ed is sorry. Ed never do it again."
"Good Ed, now go play with your computers, or whatever you play with down in the hull of the ship."
"Ok Faye Faye!" Ed ran off. Jet and Faye shook their heads. Faye reached for a cigarette from the pack lying on the table, and as she pulled herself back up, she saw Spike. He was hunched down in the doorway with his blue jacket wrapped around his head.
"Spike, what are you doing?" Jet turned to see who Faye was talking too.
"I am not Spike. I am...The blue Ninja!" Faye stared in disbelief. "In order to be a ninja, you must first, think like ninja!" He struck a fighting pose.
"EDDDDDDDD!!!!!!"
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Hi! I am getting to the point, trust me, it's just that I've got a few more things I want to do with Spike before he gets his memory back, but don't worry. I actually have made outlines for the next couple of chapters, because I'm just having way too much fun with this. I mean how often do you get to make people do whatever you want! See you laterz, and thanks to my reviewers! Tah- Tah for now.