I don't own Cowboy Bebop
=Suckerpunch=
Jet walked back and forth in the dark hallway, glancing every now and then into her room.
She was late.
Again.
It wasn't as if he expected her to tell him that she'd be out till the wee hours of the morning. It wasn't as if he paced around the ship worrying about her…
He stopped in mid-step and looked at his feet. He was pacing…like a worried parent. He smirked slightly. He felt like a father, worrying about his little Faye and wondering where she had ended up. "Most likely a bar…" he whispered in a hoarse voice.
Jet sighed and listened to that hiss of air echo throughout the empty ship. Deciding that he was wasting his life doing nothing, he traveled to his small workroom where all the bonsai trees lay. He picked up a small pair of scissors and began the tedious task.
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She didn't know what time it was any longer--and she was starting to care less. Bitter thoughts were already filling her mind.
Spike's still alive, and he never came back to see me…and Jet… Why?
She thought she was passed the pain. Passed missing him.
It was supposed to be a new day. A new life. She was supposed to be the new Faye. Not the old, weak one who couldn't stop the one person she wanted most in her life, from leaving her.
But…
I'm not past the pain.
She bit the bottom of her lip until she tasted blood.
I've always missed him…
She felt as if she'd been punched. It was one of the worst feelings in the world and she hated it.
The door burst open, distracting her momentarily. Her eyes adjusted to the new light that crept through the door as a tall figure appeared. He walked in carrying something…a small video recorder? She couldn't tell. She was too tired…too sore…
Vicious set the camera in front of her.
He moved toward Faye and knelt beside her. His smile was cold and didn't reach his eyes.
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(Hours Later)
He was about to clip a twig. Right when the edges of the blade came to rest on the base of the stick, he heard a fuzzy sound from the "living" room.
"I don't remember leaving the TV on," Jet said.
He left the bonsai trees and went to the television.
The image was bleary, but he could tell who the figure was. Tall and curvaceous, wearing a red jacket, sleeveless yellow shirt and matching shorts. Faye Valentine. Blood gushed from the top of her leg and corner of her lip. She looked like crap…there was no better term for it.
Bruises were all over her body, the blue and purple marks were evidence of a fight…
And next to her was a man who he thought had been dead. He was crouched on the ground, and staring into the screen.
"I know you're there…and I know you don't want her dead." The seen on the screen flickered momentarily as static began to distort the picture of Faye.
Immediately, Jet slammed his fist against the side of the TV. The picture cleared instantly. Briefly, the thought of an old friend doing the same thing to a beta player flickered in his mind. Jet dismissed the thought instantly and knelt toward the screen. It was a new day. He shouldn't fall back into the past.
"You know where to meet me," came Vicious' last words before the screen went dead.
Jet was silent for a moment. He let the information seep through his pores and into his heart. He felt as if this message wasn't directed at him, but who else would Vicious be talking to in this place?
"Where the hell are you, you bastard!" Jet hissed at the television.
"He's in Mars."
For a moment, Jet Black couldn't move. That voice… He turned around. It seemed so nostalgic…so familiar. He nearly gasped when he met the mismatched eyes of an old comrade.
"S…Spike?"
=End Chapter=
By the way, the titles Every New Day, Suckerpunch, and Third World Think Tank are all song titles from the band FIVE IRON FRENZY. I don't own them either.
