A/N: Chapter 2! I'd like to thank Minami-chan, anic, Enigma, and bec126 for
your reviews, I really appreciate your guys' support.
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop or any of its affiliates, and...sadly... never will. If you need me I'll be in the corner, wallowing in self-pity.
Heavy Metal Queen
Chapter 2. Changes
It was well past midnight before Spike picked up the sound of an approaching ship. Recognizing the engine signature immediately, the injured cowboy slowly rose from his perch in the main Bebop living space, making his way to the hanger.
By the time he finished lighting a fresh cigarette, Faye was tossing bag after bag of 'supplies' to the ground. Just how the hell did she fit all of that crap in there and still manage to pilot it? He halfway expected her to produce a rabbit or large bouquet of squirting flowers.
"Are you going to stand there like a moron or help me get this stuff inside?" Her tone contained the usual contempt but the underlying waver made him bite back a sarcastic retort.
Spike walked casually to the mounting pile of what used to be a bounty, gathering as many as his injured body could handle at one time. "Jeez Faye, what is this shit? Do you have any wulongs left?"
She climbed down the craft, ignoring him and cradling a small wad of god- knows-what in her sweater. He raised a brow at the bloody thing but remained silent, knowing no amount of inquiry would persuade her to reveal anything she wasn't in the mood to.
Faye lifted the last few purchases onto her shoulder, leading Spike back towards the kitchen/living room. With everything unloaded and set in various places around the room, she turned, still holding the object of curiosity. "Is Jet still up?"
"You bet I'm up." He leaned against the doorway and crossed him arms. "Now would you mind telling me what the hell happened down there?"
Faye looked at him fully, shocking him with her expression; she was tried and beaten, emotionally, physically, and mentally. She needed a bubble bath and a nice long visit from her good friend Jack D. A glance at the cargo in her arms shattered any hopes for those luxuries tonight.
"I need some warm water, a towel, and one of your old shirts," she informed an extremely worried Jet. He nodded, hastily departing to gather the requested supplies.
The careworn female fell into an armchair, closing her eyes and trying to pretend her crewmate wasn't starring at her right now. She couldn't handle another argument. Luckily, Jet was returned moments later, setting the items on their pseudo-kitchen table.
Faye thanked him softly, dipping a corner of the terry cloth towel into the water. She used her free hand to peel away a few gory layers of the bundle that was now resting in her lap. The newly moisturized compounds softened, allowing removal without damage. Jet and Spike hovered over her, as if the answer to the universe's greatest mystery lay within the bloody folds.
"Almost there," she affirmed, more to herself than her comrades. There was a tangible moment of silence when they looked at her find, eyes wide in mixed shock and horror the men were left gaping.
Sitting in the mass of rags and excrement was a dirty, yet very alive, baby boy.
Spike found his voice first, "Where the HELL did you get THAT?!"
Faye just watched the child gurgle and twist within her grasp, still in disbelief at his existence. Jet placed a comforting arm on her shoulder, "Where'd you get the kid Faye?"
She ran a finger along one of the infant's chubby hands, smiling slightly as he grasped it. "I shot him," she referred to her bounty with a tone of indifference, more like a weather bulletin or today's menu.
The older man sighed, "I know you did Faye, I was on the com. when you killed him."
"I didn't kill him then."
Then? "Faye...what happened?"
A mirthless grin tugged at her lips, "Let's just say he needed more than a physical to prove his masculinity." Jet reeled back in shock. "But, why?"
"Just threw him away," she started in wonder, "like he was a candy wrapper or a wad of gum." Cynical laughter wrenched through her body. "So damned proud of himself too. I'll never forget the look on that bastard's face when he slammed the lid shut.
"I dragged that asshole all the way down to the ISSP and kicked him through the door. He regained consciousness while I was talking to Bob. He looked up at me, grinning when he saw I had saved the kid. Fucker didn't seem to care he'd been neutered.
'And here I thought you were a tough bitch. Aren't there rules about going through other people's garbage?'
"I shot him in the head, collected my bounty and left.
"I took the kid over to a local hospital and had him checked out. The nurses acted like he was a disease they were afraid of catching...and the local orphanage was worse. They laughed in my face, literally.
"An old snooty man ran the place, probably thought I was a street walker. An annoying woman was with him, sneering at us.
'You think we have room for every piece of filth that crawls in from the gutter? You should have left the little runt under the rock where you found it.'
I sent him and the giggling bitch to see the nurse I decked at Mars General." Faye released a frustrated sigh, feeling somewhat better for getting it out in the open. More needed to be said.
"I realize this is not my ship and I am not the only one living on it. I want to keep him by any means necessary. If I have to leave the Bebop because of it then fine, I can be gone in less than an hour and you won't have to worry about me crawling back."
Spike placed an arm around her in a rare show of caring, sharing a solemn look with his partner. "Shit Faye, you know we don't mind if you keep the brat." She graced him with a genuine smile; something she'd never donned before.
It suited her.
He returned the gesture, wiping the child's face gently with his slender fingers. "Why don't you go get cleaned up while I give the kid a bath."
She nodded, too shocked to refuse his kindness and handed the baby over. "I bought clothes, formula, diapers, the works. They're all in here," she tapped a pile of black duffels, "the blue bags are for us."
Jet looked on in childlike awe, "I thought you hated kids, let alone knew how to take care of one."
"Why Jet, are you volunteering?" He smirked when his friend waved his arms in venomous denial. He stroked the infant's skin with the wet towel, Droplets of water slid down his charge's pudgy cheeks, eliciting a small giggle from it. Cute little squirt... too bad he'd never admit it out-loud.
A/N: Okay, who saw that coming? No one, that's who! MUAHAHAHAHA!!! ::Clears Throat:: Anyway... I've seen baby fics before but they have centered on Spike and Faye conceiving one whether by intentional (thought usually not) or unintentional means. Idea hit me the other day and well.. here we are!! Let me know what you think about it and remember to review!
Ja,
MOV
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop or any of its affiliates, and...sadly... never will. If you need me I'll be in the corner, wallowing in self-pity.
Heavy Metal Queen
Chapter 2. Changes
It was well past midnight before Spike picked up the sound of an approaching ship. Recognizing the engine signature immediately, the injured cowboy slowly rose from his perch in the main Bebop living space, making his way to the hanger.
By the time he finished lighting a fresh cigarette, Faye was tossing bag after bag of 'supplies' to the ground. Just how the hell did she fit all of that crap in there and still manage to pilot it? He halfway expected her to produce a rabbit or large bouquet of squirting flowers.
"Are you going to stand there like a moron or help me get this stuff inside?" Her tone contained the usual contempt but the underlying waver made him bite back a sarcastic retort.
Spike walked casually to the mounting pile of what used to be a bounty, gathering as many as his injured body could handle at one time. "Jeez Faye, what is this shit? Do you have any wulongs left?"
She climbed down the craft, ignoring him and cradling a small wad of god- knows-what in her sweater. He raised a brow at the bloody thing but remained silent, knowing no amount of inquiry would persuade her to reveal anything she wasn't in the mood to.
Faye lifted the last few purchases onto her shoulder, leading Spike back towards the kitchen/living room. With everything unloaded and set in various places around the room, she turned, still holding the object of curiosity. "Is Jet still up?"
"You bet I'm up." He leaned against the doorway and crossed him arms. "Now would you mind telling me what the hell happened down there?"
Faye looked at him fully, shocking him with her expression; she was tried and beaten, emotionally, physically, and mentally. She needed a bubble bath and a nice long visit from her good friend Jack D. A glance at the cargo in her arms shattered any hopes for those luxuries tonight.
"I need some warm water, a towel, and one of your old shirts," she informed an extremely worried Jet. He nodded, hastily departing to gather the requested supplies.
The careworn female fell into an armchair, closing her eyes and trying to pretend her crewmate wasn't starring at her right now. She couldn't handle another argument. Luckily, Jet was returned moments later, setting the items on their pseudo-kitchen table.
Faye thanked him softly, dipping a corner of the terry cloth towel into the water. She used her free hand to peel away a few gory layers of the bundle that was now resting in her lap. The newly moisturized compounds softened, allowing removal without damage. Jet and Spike hovered over her, as if the answer to the universe's greatest mystery lay within the bloody folds.
"Almost there," she affirmed, more to herself than her comrades. There was a tangible moment of silence when they looked at her find, eyes wide in mixed shock and horror the men were left gaping.
Sitting in the mass of rags and excrement was a dirty, yet very alive, baby boy.
Spike found his voice first, "Where the HELL did you get THAT?!"
Faye just watched the child gurgle and twist within her grasp, still in disbelief at his existence. Jet placed a comforting arm on her shoulder, "Where'd you get the kid Faye?"
She ran a finger along one of the infant's chubby hands, smiling slightly as he grasped it. "I shot him," she referred to her bounty with a tone of indifference, more like a weather bulletin or today's menu.
The older man sighed, "I know you did Faye, I was on the com. when you killed him."
"I didn't kill him then."
Then? "Faye...what happened?"
A mirthless grin tugged at her lips, "Let's just say he needed more than a physical to prove his masculinity." Jet reeled back in shock. "But, why?"
"Just threw him away," she started in wonder, "like he was a candy wrapper or a wad of gum." Cynical laughter wrenched through her body. "So damned proud of himself too. I'll never forget the look on that bastard's face when he slammed the lid shut.
"I dragged that asshole all the way down to the ISSP and kicked him through the door. He regained consciousness while I was talking to Bob. He looked up at me, grinning when he saw I had saved the kid. Fucker didn't seem to care he'd been neutered.
'And here I thought you were a tough bitch. Aren't there rules about going through other people's garbage?'
"I shot him in the head, collected my bounty and left.
"I took the kid over to a local hospital and had him checked out. The nurses acted like he was a disease they were afraid of catching...and the local orphanage was worse. They laughed in my face, literally.
"An old snooty man ran the place, probably thought I was a street walker. An annoying woman was with him, sneering at us.
'You think we have room for every piece of filth that crawls in from the gutter? You should have left the little runt under the rock where you found it.'
I sent him and the giggling bitch to see the nurse I decked at Mars General." Faye released a frustrated sigh, feeling somewhat better for getting it out in the open. More needed to be said.
"I realize this is not my ship and I am not the only one living on it. I want to keep him by any means necessary. If I have to leave the Bebop because of it then fine, I can be gone in less than an hour and you won't have to worry about me crawling back."
Spike placed an arm around her in a rare show of caring, sharing a solemn look with his partner. "Shit Faye, you know we don't mind if you keep the brat." She graced him with a genuine smile; something she'd never donned before.
It suited her.
He returned the gesture, wiping the child's face gently with his slender fingers. "Why don't you go get cleaned up while I give the kid a bath."
She nodded, too shocked to refuse his kindness and handed the baby over. "I bought clothes, formula, diapers, the works. They're all in here," she tapped a pile of black duffels, "the blue bags are for us."
Jet looked on in childlike awe, "I thought you hated kids, let alone knew how to take care of one."
"Why Jet, are you volunteering?" He smirked when his friend waved his arms in venomous denial. He stroked the infant's skin with the wet towel, Droplets of water slid down his charge's pudgy cheeks, eliciting a small giggle from it. Cute little squirt... too bad he'd never admit it out-loud.
A/N: Okay, who saw that coming? No one, that's who! MUAHAHAHAHA!!! ::Clears Throat:: Anyway... I've seen baby fics before but they have centered on Spike and Faye conceiving one whether by intentional (thought usually not) or unintentional means. Idea hit me the other day and well.. here we are!! Let me know what you think about it and remember to review!
Ja,
MOV
