Disclaimer: I don't own anybody who was ever on the show.
Author's note: Wow, people actually like my fic! I've been watching more episodes of Cowboy Bebop, and I've learned a bit more about the characters. Hopefully you guys like this chapter as much as you liked the first one.
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Jet and Faye walked down a street on Saturn's second moon, putting on the act that they were simply going for an afternoon walk.
"Are you sure this is where they are?" Faye asked quietly as she walked down the sidewalk besides Jet.
"I'm pretty sure of it," he said.
There was an odd silence, then Faye spoke up.
"You know, they call this moon 'Orphan's Grave'."
"Huh?"
"The orphanages here are the worst. One out of every three orphans die because of disease or malnutrition." Faye looked at Jet with a faint smile. "So I highly suggest we save at least one of the parents with the girl, otherwise she would be better off if we put her out of her misery."
Jet watched the concrete pass underneath his feet as he thought about what Faye said. "So we'd better stay on our toes for this one, if we want any reward money."
"More or less."
They walked around to a more deserted neighborhood. Here, the buildings were half rotted as the paint slowly came off. Iron fences and streetlights were rusted and light bulbs burned out.
"Hn. Crummy neighborhood," said Faye. "I'm glad your leg's feeling better. We might have to make a run for it if thing's don't go well."
As if to emphasize Faye's comment, they heard a gunshot, then a woman screaming.
Jet and Faye took off running, pulling out their guns. They ran a block away from where they were and into an alleyway.
The alleyway floor was covered in dirt and garbage. A man lay on the ground closest to Jet and Faye, while the woman from the picture checked his pulse at his neck. She turned to two men at the dead end of the alleyway, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"You killed him! You killed him!"
She was screaming at the Calatsky brothers, who both had guns. Jaccob Calatsky had a tight grip on a girl's wrist, keeping her from running away. She struggled against her captor, trying to free his grip, which was now bruising her wrist. Jet and Faye's presence took John and Jaccob's attention away from the screaming widow and the fighting teenager. Faye took cover behind a Dumpster while Jet ran up to the woman and took her with him behind another Dumpster.
The poor woman looked scared out of her wits. She had no idea who this bald man was with a metal arm and a gun, who made sure she was safe from the gunfire that came from the Calatsky brothers before occasionally taking shots at them when the fire was temporarily paused.
Jet crouched behind the Dumpster. "Don't worry about your daughter," Jet yelled over the gunfire. "We'll get her out of there as soon as we take out at least one of them!"
Faye heard Jet's shout to the woman. Sparks flew past her head as bullets came in contact with the Dumpster. She turned to face the Calatsky brothers as she stood up, then fired three times. John Calatsky fell to the ground.
Just then, the girl that was being held hostage by Jaccob suddenly pulled on his arm, pulling herself closer to him. She promptly bit him in the hand, as hard as she could. Jaccob immediately let go of her wrist and dropped his gun, yelling in shock. The girl took off running towards the two Dumpsters. Her mother jumped out from behind it and held out her arms, waiting to receive her daughter.
John Calatsky slowly sat up, gun up and aimed at the retreating girl's back.
Bang!
John fell back down to the ground, unconscious from loss of blood. His bullet missed the girl completely, but instead struck the mother right in the chest, killing her instantly.
The girl fell to a stop as her mother's lifeless form hit the ground. Tears squeezed through her tightly shut eyes as she clutched to the body of what used to be her mother. She shook her head violently, as if she thought this was all just a dream, a dream that she wanted to wake up from immediately. Her anguished cry rang around the brick walls.
"MOTHER!"
Another gunshot went off and the girl fell to the ground. Jet and Faye, who had not expected either gunshot, quickly turned to look at where the Calatsky brothers were.
John hadn't moved from where he passed out. Jaccob, however, had regained himself after the girl's sudden attack. He had the gun raised and aimed at the girl.
With a speed Faye had never seen, Jet ran over to Jaccob, dropping his gun. Shock overtook Jaccob's face from the surprise. There was a loud clang of metal hitting something solid as Jet's fist came in contact with the side of Jaccob's head. Jaccob flew back into the wall, then slid to the ground, knocked clean out.
Jet slowly unclenched his metal fist, his breathing fast and his blue eyes blazing. He hated it when that happened. His urge to nurture and protect like a mother hen became so strong when he saw a helpless being hurt, he had to act whether by will or not.
Faye ran over to the girl and put a hand over her mouth. "Jet! She's breathing! She's alive!"
Faye's shout brought him back to reality. He ran back over to Faye and checked the girl's pulse. It was strong and a little fast. Once his hand came in contact with her neck, she curled herself up into a ball the best she could. Blood flowed from the bullet wound in the back of her thigh, about three inches above her knee.
"We'll have to patch her up," said Jet as he carefully picked the girl up, one arm under her neck and the other under her knees. The bundle shuddered and her eyes opened just enough for Jet to see the pain and fear in her eyes.
"Please," she begged quietly. "Don't take me to the orphanage. I'll do anything, just don't take me to the orphanage!"
Jet looked down at the pitiful figure in his arms. She looked so fragile and small in his muscular arms and her pleas sounded like the mewing of a scared kitten to his heartstrings, which were now being effectively pulled. He gently held her closer in an attempt to protect her from the cold of the night that was quickly settling in, her pale green T-shirt and denim shorts not providing much protection. "Don't you worry, you've had enough excitement for one day. Just rest, nothing's going to happen to you while I'm here," he said quietly, attempting to calm her fears and let her sleep.
Knowing that he meant no harm, she allowed her head to rest completely on his arm. She closed her eyes and her long teal hair hung loosely.
Jet turned to Faye. "Faye, I'm going to take her back to the Hammerhead. I need you to check and make sure the coast is clear. Then you can take the Calatsky brothers to the police station. Tell them that we had a shootout on this street, but we didn't find any bodies. They'll eventually come looking in this area."
Faye ran back to the entrance of the alleyway, checked the perimeter, and signaled that everything was clear. Jet walked as fast as he could without disturbing the girl for the few blocks they had to walk and then Faye opened the cockpit of Hammerhead.
The girl felt herself being lifted by the man she didn't know. She heard the sound of a cockpit door shutting, then felt herself set on the man's lap, positioned so she was sitting up. She remained limp, to put up the act that she was sleeping. A seatbelt of some kind was strapped around both of them, and then she heard the roar of a nearby engine as it came to life.
They flew for about five minutes before sleep finally overtook the girl. The last thing she heard before falling into a dreamless slumber was the man saying, "Almost there, won't be long now."
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Author's note: Well? What did you think? As you can tell in this chapter, I like Jet. I just think he's so cool! Review with your thoughts; flames will be used to heat my house.
Author's note: Wow, people actually like my fic! I've been watching more episodes of Cowboy Bebop, and I've learned a bit more about the characters. Hopefully you guys like this chapter as much as you liked the first one.
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Jet and Faye walked down a street on Saturn's second moon, putting on the act that they were simply going for an afternoon walk.
"Are you sure this is where they are?" Faye asked quietly as she walked down the sidewalk besides Jet.
"I'm pretty sure of it," he said.
There was an odd silence, then Faye spoke up.
"You know, they call this moon 'Orphan's Grave'."
"Huh?"
"The orphanages here are the worst. One out of every three orphans die because of disease or malnutrition." Faye looked at Jet with a faint smile. "So I highly suggest we save at least one of the parents with the girl, otherwise she would be better off if we put her out of her misery."
Jet watched the concrete pass underneath his feet as he thought about what Faye said. "So we'd better stay on our toes for this one, if we want any reward money."
"More or less."
They walked around to a more deserted neighborhood. Here, the buildings were half rotted as the paint slowly came off. Iron fences and streetlights were rusted and light bulbs burned out.
"Hn. Crummy neighborhood," said Faye. "I'm glad your leg's feeling better. We might have to make a run for it if thing's don't go well."
As if to emphasize Faye's comment, they heard a gunshot, then a woman screaming.
Jet and Faye took off running, pulling out their guns. They ran a block away from where they were and into an alleyway.
The alleyway floor was covered in dirt and garbage. A man lay on the ground closest to Jet and Faye, while the woman from the picture checked his pulse at his neck. She turned to two men at the dead end of the alleyway, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"You killed him! You killed him!"
She was screaming at the Calatsky brothers, who both had guns. Jaccob Calatsky had a tight grip on a girl's wrist, keeping her from running away. She struggled against her captor, trying to free his grip, which was now bruising her wrist. Jet and Faye's presence took John and Jaccob's attention away from the screaming widow and the fighting teenager. Faye took cover behind a Dumpster while Jet ran up to the woman and took her with him behind another Dumpster.
The poor woman looked scared out of her wits. She had no idea who this bald man was with a metal arm and a gun, who made sure she was safe from the gunfire that came from the Calatsky brothers before occasionally taking shots at them when the fire was temporarily paused.
Jet crouched behind the Dumpster. "Don't worry about your daughter," Jet yelled over the gunfire. "We'll get her out of there as soon as we take out at least one of them!"
Faye heard Jet's shout to the woman. Sparks flew past her head as bullets came in contact with the Dumpster. She turned to face the Calatsky brothers as she stood up, then fired three times. John Calatsky fell to the ground.
Just then, the girl that was being held hostage by Jaccob suddenly pulled on his arm, pulling herself closer to him. She promptly bit him in the hand, as hard as she could. Jaccob immediately let go of her wrist and dropped his gun, yelling in shock. The girl took off running towards the two Dumpsters. Her mother jumped out from behind it and held out her arms, waiting to receive her daughter.
John Calatsky slowly sat up, gun up and aimed at the retreating girl's back.
Bang!
John fell back down to the ground, unconscious from loss of blood. His bullet missed the girl completely, but instead struck the mother right in the chest, killing her instantly.
The girl fell to a stop as her mother's lifeless form hit the ground. Tears squeezed through her tightly shut eyes as she clutched to the body of what used to be her mother. She shook her head violently, as if she thought this was all just a dream, a dream that she wanted to wake up from immediately. Her anguished cry rang around the brick walls.
"MOTHER!"
Another gunshot went off and the girl fell to the ground. Jet and Faye, who had not expected either gunshot, quickly turned to look at where the Calatsky brothers were.
John hadn't moved from where he passed out. Jaccob, however, had regained himself after the girl's sudden attack. He had the gun raised and aimed at the girl.
With a speed Faye had never seen, Jet ran over to Jaccob, dropping his gun. Shock overtook Jaccob's face from the surprise. There was a loud clang of metal hitting something solid as Jet's fist came in contact with the side of Jaccob's head. Jaccob flew back into the wall, then slid to the ground, knocked clean out.
Jet slowly unclenched his metal fist, his breathing fast and his blue eyes blazing. He hated it when that happened. His urge to nurture and protect like a mother hen became so strong when he saw a helpless being hurt, he had to act whether by will or not.
Faye ran over to the girl and put a hand over her mouth. "Jet! She's breathing! She's alive!"
Faye's shout brought him back to reality. He ran back over to Faye and checked the girl's pulse. It was strong and a little fast. Once his hand came in contact with her neck, she curled herself up into a ball the best she could. Blood flowed from the bullet wound in the back of her thigh, about three inches above her knee.
"We'll have to patch her up," said Jet as he carefully picked the girl up, one arm under her neck and the other under her knees. The bundle shuddered and her eyes opened just enough for Jet to see the pain and fear in her eyes.
"Please," she begged quietly. "Don't take me to the orphanage. I'll do anything, just don't take me to the orphanage!"
Jet looked down at the pitiful figure in his arms. She looked so fragile and small in his muscular arms and her pleas sounded like the mewing of a scared kitten to his heartstrings, which were now being effectively pulled. He gently held her closer in an attempt to protect her from the cold of the night that was quickly settling in, her pale green T-shirt and denim shorts not providing much protection. "Don't you worry, you've had enough excitement for one day. Just rest, nothing's going to happen to you while I'm here," he said quietly, attempting to calm her fears and let her sleep.
Knowing that he meant no harm, she allowed her head to rest completely on his arm. She closed her eyes and her long teal hair hung loosely.
Jet turned to Faye. "Faye, I'm going to take her back to the Hammerhead. I need you to check and make sure the coast is clear. Then you can take the Calatsky brothers to the police station. Tell them that we had a shootout on this street, but we didn't find any bodies. They'll eventually come looking in this area."
Faye ran back to the entrance of the alleyway, checked the perimeter, and signaled that everything was clear. Jet walked as fast as he could without disturbing the girl for the few blocks they had to walk and then Faye opened the cockpit of Hammerhead.
The girl felt herself being lifted by the man she didn't know. She heard the sound of a cockpit door shutting, then felt herself set on the man's lap, positioned so she was sitting up. She remained limp, to put up the act that she was sleeping. A seatbelt of some kind was strapped around both of them, and then she heard the roar of a nearby engine as it came to life.
They flew for about five minutes before sleep finally overtook the girl. The last thing she heard before falling into a dreamless slumber was the man saying, "Almost there, won't be long now."
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Author's note: Well? What did you think? As you can tell in this chapter, I like Jet. I just think he's so cool! Review with your thoughts; flames will be used to heat my house.