Nowhere Man
Author: Liz Camp
Warnings: Yaoi alert! It will be here... I swear. Sometime, someplace...but somewhere in this fic!
Disclaimer: Trigun. Cowboy Bebop and the song Nowhere Man do not belong to me. If they did, I'd be much happier than I am right now. And I'd probably be able to speak Japanese, too.
Author's notes:
Chapter three...it's coming along now..woo! This one has a few semi-POV switched. They're incredibly obvious
He's as blind as he can be,
Just sees what he wants to see,
Nowhere Man can you see me at all?
--Nowhere Man, the Beatles
---Previous Chapter
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Vash laughed as he pushed Spike through the doorway, stepping in after him.
---Chapter 3
What the hell? Spike looks around in obvious amazement as Vash appears behind him.
"Where are we?" Shit, this place is huge. Bigger than huge. Gigantic. Thankfully, the Bebop is in the closest docking bay to the door, one out of what looks to be a couple hundred.
"Welcome to docking bay number one." Vash chirps cheerfully. Spike sighs, slowly making his way over to the home he never thought he would see again.
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Jet's first thought immediately after 'Shit, Spike's alive? and 'Oh good, we're not doomed' was to wonder exactly what kind of person owns a ship big enough to dwarf a space station, yet completely undetectable to the Bebop's advanced sensors. He was willing to bet the ship was cloaked for more than just privacy reasons.
"Hey, Faye? I have a bad feeling about this, keep your piece on you, but don't let whoever is with Spike see it." Faye nodded to him, looking serious, for once.
"I know what you mean, this place gives me the creeps." Faye tried to suppress a full body shudder, "Stay on your toes, old man." Jet glared at her.
"You know that I'm younger than you are, right?" Faye smirked.
"Only chronologically, Jet." Jet was about to argue the point, when two figures appeared on the Bebop's main deck, one of which was Spike, and the other a complete stranger.
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"Hey Jet, Faye." Spike raised his arm in greeting, wincing slightly from the movement, "what's up?"
"Spike!" Faye ran towards Spike, catching him in a crushing hug, "Don't ever...*ever* worry me like that again!" Spike nodded absently, trying to pry Faye's death grip off of him.
"Faye...air." The Asian woman looked properly chagrined as she let go of Spike. She then turned to Spike's rescuer.
"Faye Valentine. Thanks for taking care of lunkhead over there. He's not much, but he's ours." Vash gave Faye an exaggerated bow.
"Well, twas nothing ma'am. Why, for a pretty lady such as yourself, I'd do near anything. I don't suppose you need a bodyguard to help you get around this here rough little galaxy?" Vash spun to face Jet, who had been trying to sneak up behind the blond while he was 'distracted', Spike noted with some amusement.
"And you!" Jet looked a bit nervous at being caught so easily, "I spoke to you on the comm, right? Jet, was it?" The large man's body relaxed as he realized that the blonde didn't suspect him of anything.
"Er...yeah. Jet. Jet Black." Spike watched with laughter in his eyes as Jet's hand was pumped up and down by the over enthusiastic blonde. Spike frowned as Vash's eyes widened comically.
"Hey, cool! You lost an arm too! You know, I could help you with that, I have some stuff on board that can really upgrade that old metal one." Jet cradled his metal arm protectively.
"I like my arm just fine, thank you." Vash nodded happily.
"Ah, well...you shouldn't dwell on the past too much, or you're likely forget about the present, ne?" Vash held up his arms appeasingly, "But if you like your arm, so be it. I just finished these mechanical nerve receptors though, and lemme tell you, it's great to be able to feel things again!"
"Wait a minute," Spike interrupted, "you're, no offense Jet, an amputee too? You sure as hell don't look like it."
"Aww, yeah, have been for years," Vash rapped his knuckles against his left arm, producing a hollow sound, "remember that whole rivalry thing with Knives that I was talking about?" Spike gestured in the affirmative, deliberately ignoring his partners' confused expressions. "Well, one of those fights...bang! Got my arm blown clean off! That was really the only time Knives ever hurt me, physically, but damn did it leave an impression. So to speak." Vash grinned at his audience.
"What do you all say to sitting down for a nice home-ship cooked meal; it's about dinner time and everything's already been prepared. I've got plenty, just follow me!" Vash ran over to the doors controls, pressed a few buttons and disappeared through the frame.
"Spike..." Jet started, dazed, "...just what *is* he?" Faye finished in much the same tone.
"I'm not sure," Spike put both hands in his pockets, slowly walking towards the door, "but more important than that," he paused, his friends watching him tensely. Spike turned around, grinning, "do either of you have a cigarette? I'm dying for a smoke."
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Vash was proud of himself. Perfect. This dinner was perfect.
It had been so long since he had eaten anything other than donuts, that he was afraid he had forgotten how to cook. Meryl and Millie's cooking lessons had stayed in his mind though, and he was very happy they were there now.
One thing no one seemed to realize back on Gunsmoke; plants did not need to eat. Nor take in water; they were essentially energy, sort of like giant batteries. And who'd ever heard of a battery needing to eat? Ah, but donuts were just too good to pass up. Even Knives had his food eccentricities, he was rather fond of rare wine vintages and fine cheeses. Vash had so far resisted Knives' attempts at making him have a more discerning palate, donuts and beer suited him fine. Of course, Vash suspected that his brother had given up trying to change his tastes long ago, and just liked to see him drunk. But that was neither here nor there.
Vash stepped back from the table, satisfied with the arrangement of his mini-banquet. He had forgotten exactly how much Ningens ate, but it couldn't be more than half their body weight, could it? He hoped what he had cooked would suffice, after all, he didn't anticipate having *three* dinner guests, only one. The more the merrier, he supposed.
/You're getting quite the collection, dear brother, just be careful. These new ones are a great deal more dangerous than your average pets./
/I know that, you think I can't tell when someone is armed? I am Vash the Stampede, after all. And they're not pets!!/
/You're feeding them, you gave clothing to the one, you're sheltering them and you seem to have volunteered to repair their ship; all without any visible means of compensation. So, they're either your new pets, or potential lovers. I'd rather them be pets, dear brother. Otherwise, I might just have to kill them./
/You're not an idiot Knives. You know I haven't been with anyone else since-/
/-Wolfwood, I know. And I can't say I was thrilled when you first told me of that little *foray* into romance. The only saving grace of the situation was that he kept you out of the beds of either of those females who seemed to follow you around. Wolfwood was at least intelligent. For a sp...*mental shudder*...human./
/The girls names were Meryl and Millie./
/Didn't know, didn't care. Now hurry up and finish playing with your new pets and do those damned errands before I get bored and come looking for you./
/All right, brother. And they're not pets./
/I expect a *really* nice apology when I see you again. And do remember to bring that gift you promised, I'm curious to know what it is./
/I know, Tchuss!/
/You and your languages./
-----
Back at the hangar-
"You okay Spike?" Jet actually looked concerned, Spike would have been surprised if he hadn't been witness to his partner's outburst when he left to fight Vicious. Jet had truly shown concern for him, feelings far beyond a partnership level. Almost like a father...or a lov-
His train of though was broken by Faye's soft grip on his shoulder. "Just who is this guy, and what the hell were you thinking, running off like that to get yourself killed?" Spike actually missed Faye's normal screechy tone, this new one was too soft.
"I told you." Spike watched hungrily as Jet place a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. Jet smirked at him, producing another from the pack, handing it to the nicotine starved man. Spike placed it between his lips, startled somewhat when Jet leaned forward, lighting the stick with the end of his own. He shook it off, concentrating on Faye.
"I didn't go there to die. I went there to see if I was really alive; if I wasn't just dreaming. Question answered. And I have no clue who the blonde is, I just woke up twenty minutes ago. He's weird, *really* weird, but harmless. Both of you can put your weapons away now." Jet frowned, but obeyed, holstering the gun he'd taken out as soon as *Vash*, if that was his real name, had left the room.
"I don't like this Spike, the guy gives off weird vibes. I've never seen a cloaking device like the one on this ship. Now you tell me, if he's harmless, then why the hell does he have such a sophisticated hiding system?"
"Dunno." Spike shrugged, taking a deep drag from the cigarette.
"How can you be so easy-going?!" Ahh...Faye's screeching; music to his ears. Spike once again shrugged.
"I trust the guy, I don't know why, just instinct, I guess." Spike grinned over at Jet, who looked at him incredulously, "Hey man, don't look at me like that, I had this same damn feeling when I decided to join you on the Bebop. Was right about that one, wasn't I?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm still gonna do a check on this guy though." It was funny to see the 6'something, burly, bearded man pouting, but Spike wouldn't dare mention *that*. Not when he felt this weak, anyway.
"Whatever you want, Jet. We should probably go now, he's expecting us to be right behind him."
Faye smiled sweetly at Jet. "Odds are he's a better cook than you."
"Shuddup, Faye, you're not helping." Spike glared at her, and walked towards the doorway, intent on explaining the mechanics of the thing, or maybe just shoving his friends through it and watching them scream.
(A/N-- now I know I won't be getting much feedback from this story, since it's so specialized, but I would appreciate the opinions of the people who are reading this. Arigato)
Author: Liz Camp
Warnings: Yaoi alert! It will be here... I swear. Sometime, someplace...but somewhere in this fic!
Disclaimer: Trigun. Cowboy Bebop and the song Nowhere Man do not belong to me. If they did, I'd be much happier than I am right now. And I'd probably be able to speak Japanese, too.
Author's notes:
Chapter three...it's coming along now..woo! This one has a few semi-POV switched. They're incredibly obvious
He's as blind as he can be,
Just sees what he wants to see,
Nowhere Man can you see me at all?
--Nowhere Man, the Beatles
---Previous Chapter
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Vash laughed as he pushed Spike through the doorway, stepping in after him.
---Chapter 3
What the hell? Spike looks around in obvious amazement as Vash appears behind him.
"Where are we?" Shit, this place is huge. Bigger than huge. Gigantic. Thankfully, the Bebop is in the closest docking bay to the door, one out of what looks to be a couple hundred.
"Welcome to docking bay number one." Vash chirps cheerfully. Spike sighs, slowly making his way over to the home he never thought he would see again.
----
Jet's first thought immediately after 'Shit, Spike's alive? and 'Oh good, we're not doomed' was to wonder exactly what kind of person owns a ship big enough to dwarf a space station, yet completely undetectable to the Bebop's advanced sensors. He was willing to bet the ship was cloaked for more than just privacy reasons.
"Hey, Faye? I have a bad feeling about this, keep your piece on you, but don't let whoever is with Spike see it." Faye nodded to him, looking serious, for once.
"I know what you mean, this place gives me the creeps." Faye tried to suppress a full body shudder, "Stay on your toes, old man." Jet glared at her.
"You know that I'm younger than you are, right?" Faye smirked.
"Only chronologically, Jet." Jet was about to argue the point, when two figures appeared on the Bebop's main deck, one of which was Spike, and the other a complete stranger.
----
"Hey Jet, Faye." Spike raised his arm in greeting, wincing slightly from the movement, "what's up?"
"Spike!" Faye ran towards Spike, catching him in a crushing hug, "Don't ever...*ever* worry me like that again!" Spike nodded absently, trying to pry Faye's death grip off of him.
"Faye...air." The Asian woman looked properly chagrined as she let go of Spike. She then turned to Spike's rescuer.
"Faye Valentine. Thanks for taking care of lunkhead over there. He's not much, but he's ours." Vash gave Faye an exaggerated bow.
"Well, twas nothing ma'am. Why, for a pretty lady such as yourself, I'd do near anything. I don't suppose you need a bodyguard to help you get around this here rough little galaxy?" Vash spun to face Jet, who had been trying to sneak up behind the blond while he was 'distracted', Spike noted with some amusement.
"And you!" Jet looked a bit nervous at being caught so easily, "I spoke to you on the comm, right? Jet, was it?" The large man's body relaxed as he realized that the blonde didn't suspect him of anything.
"Er...yeah. Jet. Jet Black." Spike watched with laughter in his eyes as Jet's hand was pumped up and down by the over enthusiastic blonde. Spike frowned as Vash's eyes widened comically.
"Hey, cool! You lost an arm too! You know, I could help you with that, I have some stuff on board that can really upgrade that old metal one." Jet cradled his metal arm protectively.
"I like my arm just fine, thank you." Vash nodded happily.
"Ah, well...you shouldn't dwell on the past too much, or you're likely forget about the present, ne?" Vash held up his arms appeasingly, "But if you like your arm, so be it. I just finished these mechanical nerve receptors though, and lemme tell you, it's great to be able to feel things again!"
"Wait a minute," Spike interrupted, "you're, no offense Jet, an amputee too? You sure as hell don't look like it."
"Aww, yeah, have been for years," Vash rapped his knuckles against his left arm, producing a hollow sound, "remember that whole rivalry thing with Knives that I was talking about?" Spike gestured in the affirmative, deliberately ignoring his partners' confused expressions. "Well, one of those fights...bang! Got my arm blown clean off! That was really the only time Knives ever hurt me, physically, but damn did it leave an impression. So to speak." Vash grinned at his audience.
"What do you all say to sitting down for a nice home-ship cooked meal; it's about dinner time and everything's already been prepared. I've got plenty, just follow me!" Vash ran over to the doors controls, pressed a few buttons and disappeared through the frame.
"Spike..." Jet started, dazed, "...just what *is* he?" Faye finished in much the same tone.
"I'm not sure," Spike put both hands in his pockets, slowly walking towards the door, "but more important than that," he paused, his friends watching him tensely. Spike turned around, grinning, "do either of you have a cigarette? I'm dying for a smoke."
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Vash was proud of himself. Perfect. This dinner was perfect.
It had been so long since he had eaten anything other than donuts, that he was afraid he had forgotten how to cook. Meryl and Millie's cooking lessons had stayed in his mind though, and he was very happy they were there now.
One thing no one seemed to realize back on Gunsmoke; plants did not need to eat. Nor take in water; they were essentially energy, sort of like giant batteries. And who'd ever heard of a battery needing to eat? Ah, but donuts were just too good to pass up. Even Knives had his food eccentricities, he was rather fond of rare wine vintages and fine cheeses. Vash had so far resisted Knives' attempts at making him have a more discerning palate, donuts and beer suited him fine. Of course, Vash suspected that his brother had given up trying to change his tastes long ago, and just liked to see him drunk. But that was neither here nor there.
Vash stepped back from the table, satisfied with the arrangement of his mini-banquet. He had forgotten exactly how much Ningens ate, but it couldn't be more than half their body weight, could it? He hoped what he had cooked would suffice, after all, he didn't anticipate having *three* dinner guests, only one. The more the merrier, he supposed.
/You're getting quite the collection, dear brother, just be careful. These new ones are a great deal more dangerous than your average pets./
/I know that, you think I can't tell when someone is armed? I am Vash the Stampede, after all. And they're not pets!!/
/You're feeding them, you gave clothing to the one, you're sheltering them and you seem to have volunteered to repair their ship; all without any visible means of compensation. So, they're either your new pets, or potential lovers. I'd rather them be pets, dear brother. Otherwise, I might just have to kill them./
/You're not an idiot Knives. You know I haven't been with anyone else since-/
/-Wolfwood, I know. And I can't say I was thrilled when you first told me of that little *foray* into romance. The only saving grace of the situation was that he kept you out of the beds of either of those females who seemed to follow you around. Wolfwood was at least intelligent. For a sp...*mental shudder*...human./
/The girls names were Meryl and Millie./
/Didn't know, didn't care. Now hurry up and finish playing with your new pets and do those damned errands before I get bored and come looking for you./
/All right, brother. And they're not pets./
/I expect a *really* nice apology when I see you again. And do remember to bring that gift you promised, I'm curious to know what it is./
/I know, Tchuss!/
/You and your languages./
-----
Back at the hangar-
"You okay Spike?" Jet actually looked concerned, Spike would have been surprised if he hadn't been witness to his partner's outburst when he left to fight Vicious. Jet had truly shown concern for him, feelings far beyond a partnership level. Almost like a father...or a lov-
His train of though was broken by Faye's soft grip on his shoulder. "Just who is this guy, and what the hell were you thinking, running off like that to get yourself killed?" Spike actually missed Faye's normal screechy tone, this new one was too soft.
"I told you." Spike watched hungrily as Jet place a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. Jet smirked at him, producing another from the pack, handing it to the nicotine starved man. Spike placed it between his lips, startled somewhat when Jet leaned forward, lighting the stick with the end of his own. He shook it off, concentrating on Faye.
"I didn't go there to die. I went there to see if I was really alive; if I wasn't just dreaming. Question answered. And I have no clue who the blonde is, I just woke up twenty minutes ago. He's weird, *really* weird, but harmless. Both of you can put your weapons away now." Jet frowned, but obeyed, holstering the gun he'd taken out as soon as *Vash*, if that was his real name, had left the room.
"I don't like this Spike, the guy gives off weird vibes. I've never seen a cloaking device like the one on this ship. Now you tell me, if he's harmless, then why the hell does he have such a sophisticated hiding system?"
"Dunno." Spike shrugged, taking a deep drag from the cigarette.
"How can you be so easy-going?!" Ahh...Faye's screeching; music to his ears. Spike once again shrugged.
"I trust the guy, I don't know why, just instinct, I guess." Spike grinned over at Jet, who looked at him incredulously, "Hey man, don't look at me like that, I had this same damn feeling when I decided to join you on the Bebop. Was right about that one, wasn't I?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm still gonna do a check on this guy though." It was funny to see the 6'something, burly, bearded man pouting, but Spike wouldn't dare mention *that*. Not when he felt this weak, anyway.
"Whatever you want, Jet. We should probably go now, he's expecting us to be right behind him."
Faye smiled sweetly at Jet. "Odds are he's a better cook than you."
"Shuddup, Faye, you're not helping." Spike glared at her, and walked towards the doorway, intent on explaining the mechanics of the thing, or maybe just shoving his friends through it and watching them scream.
(A/N-- now I know I won't be getting much feedback from this story, since it's so specialized, but I would appreciate the opinions of the people who are reading this. Arigato)