Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from Cowboy Bebop. -_- Unfortunately. All my
creations are mine. And the songs that aren't mine aren't. 'Nuff said.
Author's Note: Well, a burst of Cowboy Bebop-ness has forced me to write fanfiction. Whether or not it's *good* fanfiction, well, that's up to *you* to decide. R&R! *Note* Corrected the song bit. -_- I was certainly thinking too much about drinking..
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Mr. Sandman
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Prologue: Drinking Away Sorrow
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"Mr. Sandman,
Bring me a dream,
Make him the cutest,
That I've ever seen.
Mr. Sandman bring me a dream!"
-"Mr. Sandman" by Gob
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She took another drink of vodka, gulping it down as smooth as silk. Faye Valentine sat on the sidewalk with a bottle in her hand, watching the sun set into the dusk, feeling incredibly alone.
Was it just the alcohol speaking?
Or was it something else?
It was the latter she was afraid of. She took another chug, the royal purple bottle clutched tightly in her fingers. She watched as innocent citizens walked the streets, always in groups or holding hands, always with a smile.
Why couldn't she have a smile like that?
The life of a bounty hunter was lonely. She remembered, when she was younger, she had high hopes and dreams of finding that perfect person out there. Of growing up with friends and watching herself live. Of living a prefect, happy, TV-stereotypical life. Those days died a long time ago.
She wondered what the crew was doing. Jet was probably checking up another bounty with the help of Ed, and Spike was probably sleeping. Spike. She took another drink
She had admired Spike a bit, although she refused to show it. He was such a free spirit, but you could tell, just by looking at him, he had hidden sorrows of his own. But he covered them up so well..
Faye wondered. Was there anything underneath the playful flirting? Was it love? Or was it lust? Now she *knew* she was drunk if she was considering a fling with Spike. Faye finished off the rest of the bottle, and stood up, leaning against a light post.
Perhaps there *was* something there, underneath the jokes and underneath the teasing. Did she dare consider the possibility? Faye slowly walked to a nearby bench, and laid down. All this time she'd been thinking - if you could call it that, since she *was* drunk - the sun had set completely, and the moon had rose. The stars were peaking out from underneath the sky, tempting Faye to drift off. She struggled against sleep. She didn't want to fall asleep. Tomorrow was so.. And the last thing she remembered seeing was a pair of familiar eyes and a wave of deep, green hair.
Author's Note: Well, a burst of Cowboy Bebop-ness has forced me to write fanfiction. Whether or not it's *good* fanfiction, well, that's up to *you* to decide. R&R! *Note* Corrected the song bit. -_- I was certainly thinking too much about drinking..
*******
Mr. Sandman
*******
Prologue: Drinking Away Sorrow
*******
"Mr. Sandman,
Bring me a dream,
Make him the cutest,
That I've ever seen.
Mr. Sandman bring me a dream!"
-"Mr. Sandman" by Gob
---
She took another drink of vodka, gulping it down as smooth as silk. Faye Valentine sat on the sidewalk with a bottle in her hand, watching the sun set into the dusk, feeling incredibly alone.
Was it just the alcohol speaking?
Or was it something else?
It was the latter she was afraid of. She took another chug, the royal purple bottle clutched tightly in her fingers. She watched as innocent citizens walked the streets, always in groups or holding hands, always with a smile.
Why couldn't she have a smile like that?
The life of a bounty hunter was lonely. She remembered, when she was younger, she had high hopes and dreams of finding that perfect person out there. Of growing up with friends and watching herself live. Of living a prefect, happy, TV-stereotypical life. Those days died a long time ago.
She wondered what the crew was doing. Jet was probably checking up another bounty with the help of Ed, and Spike was probably sleeping. Spike. She took another drink
She had admired Spike a bit, although she refused to show it. He was such a free spirit, but you could tell, just by looking at him, he had hidden sorrows of his own. But he covered them up so well..
Faye wondered. Was there anything underneath the playful flirting? Was it love? Or was it lust? Now she *knew* she was drunk if she was considering a fling with Spike. Faye finished off the rest of the bottle, and stood up, leaning against a light post.
Perhaps there *was* something there, underneath the jokes and underneath the teasing. Did she dare consider the possibility? Faye slowly walked to a nearby bench, and laid down. All this time she'd been thinking - if you could call it that, since she *was* drunk - the sun had set completely, and the moon had rose. The stars were peaking out from underneath the sky, tempting Faye to drift off. She struggled against sleep. She didn't want to fall asleep. Tomorrow was so.. And the last thing she remembered seeing was a pair of familiar eyes and a wave of deep, green hair.
