Author: Liz Camp
Warnings: This is going to be yaoi, I just don't know when or where. All good things some to those who wait.
Disclaimer: I neither own, nor rent any ideas, characters or other things from Trigun, Cowboy Bebop or the song Nowhere Man; but I'd be happy to if they'd let me.
Author's notes:
Second Chapter of a strange little story. Vash's point of view this time. I'll be switching between characters for fun.
Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere Man, please listen,
You don't know what you're missing,
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command.
--Nowhere Man, the Beatles
Vash sighed impatiently. At this rate, he was never going to get home. All he wanted, before this giant fiasco, was to get the supplies Knives wanted, and maybe a few donuts for himself. So, just how did he end up gallivanting halfway across Solaris and back to rescue strangers and pick up an old junk ship?
/I'll tell you how, dear brother, you're too soft-hearted. And to think, I used to believe I could change your mind./
/Aww, come on brother, you're still whining about that? Tell you what; I'll bring you home something really wonderful for your collection./
/I'm not whining, merely stating a fact, with some reluctance. A gift? I suppose that will do, but it better be good./
/It will be brother, but I might be a great deal longer than anticipated. Now I'm picking up a drifting spaceship/
/So the ningen has friends? Hn, wonder where they were when he nearly died. Human bonds are so fragile./
/You should talk, I remember a certain gun battle some time ago.../
/Never mention that again./
/Regardless, I wanted to tell you about picking up this new ship, as a courtesy./
/Well, courtesy appreciated. I guess I can do something else while I wait for the terraformer's parts. Pity, I'll be doing it alone.../
/I'd change that if I could, brother. Thank you for your understanding./
/Hn. I don't believe this...I'm getting as soft-hearted as you./
Vash watched as the green-haired ningen strolled in, looking lost, but hiding it well. The man on the comm called him Spike.
/Got to go brother, I'll update you later./ Vash smiled at Spike, gesturing for him to sit on one of the unoccupied couches littering the room. Spike nodded, sitting down with a relieved look on his face. Poor man must still be recovering.
/By all means, go play with your new pets./
/Well, at least you've stopped calling them spiders./
/Only because you wished me not to. Goodbye, dear brother./ Vash felt his brother's presence dwindle down to a spark, then disappear from his consciousness all together.
"Hi Spike!" Vash greeted cheerfully, "We've got about five minutes until we're in range of your friends ship."
"Wait," Spike put a hand to his forehead, "just how do you know my name?"
"That scary looking guy you were talking to on the comm."
"Mm," Spike stretched himself out on the couch, grimacing slightly, "so why were you on Mars in the first place?"
"Supply run." Vash called up a visual of the surrounding area, searching for the Bebop. Once he located it, he set the computer to lock on and initiate emergency docking/retrieval. The ship hummed as it followed his commands.
"Supplies for what?" Vash watched the Bebop slowly being pulled into the bay by cables.
"Knives, my brother. He's an inventor, of sorts. Likes to tinker with machines."
/Tinker.....TINKER?!/
/Stay out of my conversation, brother, would you rather I say 'Knives needs the parts to repair a machine busy at work terraforming a planet Ningens have forgotten existed?' That's go over real well./
/B-but...tinker?/
/I'm blocking you now./ Vash then noticed Spike speaking to him.
"I'm sorry, what was that? I was thinking about something." He smiled innocently as Spike watched him with suspicion.
"Nothing big; just telling you about that green light over there." Spike pointed to the controls next to Vash.
"Aa...hai, yes. Your friends ship is safely aboard. Let's go see them!" Vash leapt to his feet, running over to the doorway, "I'm eager to meet people you consider friends." Vash pressed a few buttons on a control panel next to the door frame, as Spike shot him a questioning look.
"You know the basics of gate technology, right? Quantum Physics, bringing two separate points in space together to jump across, all that?" Spike nodded, rising from his place on the couch to join Vash.
"Well, these doorways are basically mini-gates, with programmable end points. You press a couple buttons here to pick where you want to go, and presto! Instant travel! Pretty convenient on a ship this size, let me tell you."
"One of your brother's 'tinkerings'?" Spike asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Actually, no, I wired the doors. But I'm sure your friends are waiting, so we should really get going to meet them." Vash groaned inwardly at the suspicious glances Spike kept giving him. Why hadn't he told the man that Knives created the doors?
/Because you're proud of those silly little things./
/I thought I blocked you/
/You think so little of me, brother, that you assume I wouldn't be able to breach a simple mind wall? That's disappointing, dear brother. But, I'll leave you alone for now, I've things to do. See you soon, brother./
/I hope, but I'm not too sure of that now. Ja ne, Knives./
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Vash laughed as he pushed Spike through the doorway, stepping in after him.
Warnings: This is going to be yaoi, I just don't know when or where. All good things some to those who wait.
Disclaimer: I neither own, nor rent any ideas, characters or other things from Trigun, Cowboy Bebop or the song Nowhere Man; but I'd be happy to if they'd let me.
Author's notes:
Second Chapter of a strange little story. Vash's point of view this time. I'll be switching between characters for fun.
Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere Man, please listen,
You don't know what you're missing,
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command.
--Nowhere Man, the Beatles
Vash sighed impatiently. At this rate, he was never going to get home. All he wanted, before this giant fiasco, was to get the supplies Knives wanted, and maybe a few donuts for himself. So, just how did he end up gallivanting halfway across Solaris and back to rescue strangers and pick up an old junk ship?
/I'll tell you how, dear brother, you're too soft-hearted. And to think, I used to believe I could change your mind./
/Aww, come on brother, you're still whining about that? Tell you what; I'll bring you home something really wonderful for your collection./
/I'm not whining, merely stating a fact, with some reluctance. A gift? I suppose that will do, but it better be good./
/It will be brother, but I might be a great deal longer than anticipated. Now I'm picking up a drifting spaceship/
/So the ningen has friends? Hn, wonder where they were when he nearly died. Human bonds are so fragile./
/You should talk, I remember a certain gun battle some time ago.../
/Never mention that again./
/Regardless, I wanted to tell you about picking up this new ship, as a courtesy./
/Well, courtesy appreciated. I guess I can do something else while I wait for the terraformer's parts. Pity, I'll be doing it alone.../
/I'd change that if I could, brother. Thank you for your understanding./
/Hn. I don't believe this...I'm getting as soft-hearted as you./
Vash watched as the green-haired ningen strolled in, looking lost, but hiding it well. The man on the comm called him Spike.
/Got to go brother, I'll update you later./ Vash smiled at Spike, gesturing for him to sit on one of the unoccupied couches littering the room. Spike nodded, sitting down with a relieved look on his face. Poor man must still be recovering.
/By all means, go play with your new pets./
/Well, at least you've stopped calling them spiders./
/Only because you wished me not to. Goodbye, dear brother./ Vash felt his brother's presence dwindle down to a spark, then disappear from his consciousness all together.
"Hi Spike!" Vash greeted cheerfully, "We've got about five minutes until we're in range of your friends ship."
"Wait," Spike put a hand to his forehead, "just how do you know my name?"
"That scary looking guy you were talking to on the comm."
"Mm," Spike stretched himself out on the couch, grimacing slightly, "so why were you on Mars in the first place?"
"Supply run." Vash called up a visual of the surrounding area, searching for the Bebop. Once he located it, he set the computer to lock on and initiate emergency docking/retrieval. The ship hummed as it followed his commands.
"Supplies for what?" Vash watched the Bebop slowly being pulled into the bay by cables.
"Knives, my brother. He's an inventor, of sorts. Likes to tinker with machines."
/Tinker.....TINKER?!/
/Stay out of my conversation, brother, would you rather I say 'Knives needs the parts to repair a machine busy at work terraforming a planet Ningens have forgotten existed?' That's go over real well./
/B-but...tinker?/
/I'm blocking you now./ Vash then noticed Spike speaking to him.
"I'm sorry, what was that? I was thinking about something." He smiled innocently as Spike watched him with suspicion.
"Nothing big; just telling you about that green light over there." Spike pointed to the controls next to Vash.
"Aa...hai, yes. Your friends ship is safely aboard. Let's go see them!" Vash leapt to his feet, running over to the doorway, "I'm eager to meet people you consider friends." Vash pressed a few buttons on a control panel next to the door frame, as Spike shot him a questioning look.
"You know the basics of gate technology, right? Quantum Physics, bringing two separate points in space together to jump across, all that?" Spike nodded, rising from his place on the couch to join Vash.
"Well, these doorways are basically mini-gates, with programmable end points. You press a couple buttons here to pick where you want to go, and presto! Instant travel! Pretty convenient on a ship this size, let me tell you."
"One of your brother's 'tinkerings'?" Spike asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Actually, no, I wired the doors. But I'm sure your friends are waiting, so we should really get going to meet them." Vash groaned inwardly at the suspicious glances Spike kept giving him. Why hadn't he told the man that Knives created the doors?
/Because you're proud of those silly little things./
/I thought I blocked you/
/You think so little of me, brother, that you assume I wouldn't be able to breach a simple mind wall? That's disappointing, dear brother. But, I'll leave you alone for now, I've things to do. See you soon, brother./
/I hope, but I'm not too sure of that now. Ja ne, Knives./
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Vash laughed as he pushed Spike through the doorway, stepping in after him.