AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, new author's note, actually. ^_^ About 5 or 6 months
ago, NessacusGirl wrote chapter 10 of this story... and suddenly stopped.
Well, being the good friend that I am (I won't go into the entire history
with her and I, but we're still really close friends! ^_^), I offered to
finish up the last few chapters of the story. So, here's the first new
chapter of Come Back in a long, long time, written with the permission and
blessing of the original author, NessacusGirl (who is an excellent author
in her own right!) I'm her fellow FF.net author RySenkari (Author of: The
Funny/Funnier Sessions... ring any bells? ^_^) and I'll be writing the rest
of this story, so... enjoy! My style is different than NessacusGirl's, so
this chapter may look different from the other chapters. You should notice
the changes about as much as you noticed that the VAs on Dragonball Z
changed after the second season. It's not that big of a change, really. ^_^
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(Chapter 11: Unwelcome Savior)
"Zelias Teraski."
"Say who again?"
Faye had been pestering the first person she saw, a tall, well-dressed, balding man in a neatly pressed red tuxedo for a job for the last ten minutes. She was frustrated that she had had to beg and plead for a job, something that she hadn't had to do when she was with Miles. But she had already resolved that she wouldn't go back. She couldn't go back, she had to be independent. Evidently, this cueball didn't care. Or maybe he just didn't want to give a dangerous job to a beautiful young woman like Faye.
"If you want to do somebody that bad, this is your guy," the man said, handing Faye a small photo of a man with long, scraggly brown hair and a large scar just below his eye. "His name is Zelias Teraski, and he's been dealing in nuclear weapons material for quite some time. He stumbled upon a good deal of high-grade uranium a while back for a bargain price, and he hasn't been selling yet. So I want you to take him out and get the uranium for me."
"I see," Faye said, smiling. "How much is it worth to you?"
The man smiled.
"A homicidal babe like you would probably do it for free," the man joked. "You seemed awfully ready to kill someone today."
"Don't screw with me," Faye growled angrily. "You want me to kill this guy, or not?"
"Sixty million," the man said. "No more, no less."
Faye smiled. She hadn't had a job like that... well, ever. Any time they did get that big, Miles took all the money.
"I'll take it," Faye said. "You'll have your uranium in no time."
"It's been a pleasure," the man said, smiling and showing his shiny teeth. "And don't get yourself killed."
"You're the one that's gonna get killed, acting like a damn jerk..." Faye thought angrily as she strode out of the building. "Making me beg like that... I'll just take it out on Zelias. Pretend he's Miles. Or that lunkhead Spike."
Faye frowned.
"I wonder what he's up to..."
Faye shook her head. She had a job to do. She took out her gun and made sure it was loaded, then pulled out the picture of Zelias that she had been given and looked on the back.
"2521 Grant St..." Faye thought. "That's over by the pier. Not too far, but I think I'll take a cab..."
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Onboard the Bebop, Gabby had been fixing dessert for the last thirty minutes so that Edward would stop pestering her. Edward hadn't blatantly pestered her, of course. Ever since Spike had left a couple of hours ago, she had... gently hinted to Gabby that she was hungry.
"I hope this will be okay," Gabby said to herself, stirring about half of a bag of chocolate chips into a large, metal bowl. Jet walked into the kitchen to see how Gabby was doing.
"Still haven't finished dessert?" Jet asked. "Ed's getting really restless."
"I know, I know," Gabby breathed tiredly. "Jet, is this coming out okay?"
"Looks like it needs a wee bit more powdered sugar," Jet said, looking into the bowl and peering into the mixture of cereal squares, melted chocolate, and powdered sugar. "You use too much chocolate and not enough sugar in puppy chow and it'll make you irregular."
"Jet!" Gabby scolded. "I didn't need to hear that... besides, that was all the sugar we had. And Ed really likes chocolate."
"I know, dear," Jet said, kissing Gabby lightly on the cheek. "You're doing a great job! I can't wait to have it when it's finished."
"I'll make sure Ed doesn't eat it all, then," Gabby said, smiling and stirring the meal at the same time.
"I wonder if Spike's gotten to Faye yet?" Jet asked, half to Gabby and half to himself. "And just what the heck Faye's doing on Mars."
"Guess we'll find out when they come back, hmm?" Gabby replied.
"You're sure they'll both come back together?" Jet asked.
"Of course! Lovers always find each other... that's what you taught me, Jet," Gabby said, smiling sweetly. "I mean, you found me, didn't you?"
"I guess I did!" Jet said. "But Spike and Faye aren't like you and I, Gabby... Spike's a little angrier and Faye's a little... well, she's a little more Faye."
"They'll both come back," Gabby said. The timer on the oven dinged. "It's done!"
Edward zoomed into the room with the speed of a roadrunner in a racecar. She ran up to Gabby and Jet and looked up at them with a big grin on her face.
"Woof-woof! Is the puppy chow bow-wow meal done?" Edward asked. "Hmm is it?"
"It sure is," Gabby said. "But don't eat it all, okay? I'm saving some for Jet!"
"Oooooooooooooooh, okey-dokey!" Edward chimed. "Can Ed eat now?"
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"I'm sorry, sir, you're gonna have to pop the trunk," said a space-suit uniformed officer floating next to Spike's Swordfish. "Random security check."
"Damn, they check one out of every twenty people who comes through the gate, why does it have to be me? I'm in a hurry, dammit!" Spike thought.
"Sure, open it up... I've got nothing to hide," Spike said, knowing that the only items in the cargo trunk were a few spare parts and a blaster.... would they get him for that? Of course they wouldn't.
"Okay, everything checks out, sir," the officer said, closing the trunk. "Although that blaster's a bit suspect, a lot of people carry them, so it's nothing that we can really cite you for. Why are you in such a big hurry?"
"Someone on Mars needs me," Spike told the officer. "Actually, I need her... wait, that's not what I-"
"Woman trouble, eh?" the officer asked. "Eh, I got a girl back home too. I think I understand. Look, just take it easy, and, uh... don't shoot anyone with that blaster, got it?"
Spike gave a nod of his head, then zoomed through the gate. The gate propelled Spike ever closer to the place he was headed... Mars.
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"This is the place...."
Faye stepped up to the entrance of 2521 Grant St., a small, wooden house that could probably be better described as a shack.
"Even in Mars, the home of the rich, there are still dingy little places like this," Faye thought. "But why would a criminal mastermind like Zelias Teraski, or whoever he is, have a little place like this? Unless he just got lucky, like that cueball I talked to told me... ah well."
In her left hand, Faye was holding a bouquet of red roses.
"He's never met me, but no man can resist my charm," Faye thought to herself, rather haughtily. "Well, at the least, it'll get Mr. Teraski in the right position for me to put a bullet through his head. Sixty million wulongs..."
Faye rang the doorbell. The door opened, revealing a tall, fairly muscular man who looked similar to the picture, right down to the scar on his face, which went from underneath his left eye to the side of his nose.
"Wonder how he got that..."
"Can I... help you?" Teraski asked. His eyes glanced down to the bouquet of roses in Faye's hand. "Well, well, well, what have we here?"
"Just a friendly admirer," Faye said, smiling.
"No, you're not," Teraski said. "Not in a million years. And you're not getting your hands on my uranium."
"What do you mean?" Faye asked, rather startled. "He's found me out already? Well, maybe.... if I can say something..."
"They've sent two here already to try to kill me. Basker's as dumb as he is bald," Teraski said.
"Oh, screw it!" Faye said to herself. She pulled out her gun. But before she could pull the trigger, Teraski seized her by the wrist and squeezed as hard as he could. Faye screamed, but managed to keep her hand on the gun, dropping her flowers so that she could use her other hand to punch Teraski in the face. The large man staggered back, into the house, releasing Faye's wrist. Faye dashed into the house after him and fired her gun, missing entirely.
"I knew it," Teraski said. He lunged forward and kicked the gun right out of Faye's hand. The gun skidded across the floor. Faye turned and ran toward it, but Teraski stuck his leg out, tripping Faye and causing her to fall to the floor with a loud "Oof!".
"Dammit... I do need Miles..." Faye thought to herself. "I wonder what he would... no, I don't need him! I have to-"
Teraski casually walked over and picked the gun up off of the ground. He smiled and walked over to Faye, who was still struggling to get up.
"Now what to do with you..." Teraski said, smiling.
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Meanwhile, Spike was flying toward Mars in his Swordfish at an incredible rate of speed.
"There it is," Spike said, slowing down his ship and beginning his approach toward the Martian landscape. "Now, let's see... Edward said that Faye was in... that city right down there. Alright, Faye... here I come... I hope you're doing better than I've been..."
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Teraski advanced on Faye, holding the gun and walking toward her. Faye, sweating profusely, slowly walked backwards, looking around for a way to escape.
"What... to do... with you...." Teraski said, still trying to decide whether to rape Faye or just kill her outright. "I think I'll just dispose of you. Who knows what diseases you might have."
Teraski smirked.
"Damn you..." Faye said angrily, frantically trying to think of a way to stop the madman who was about to kill her. "I've got to rush him..."
Teraski pointed his gun at Faye's head. With an angry scream, Faye rushed toward the man. Suddenly, a shot rang out through the room. Teraski let out an agonizing cry of pain and dropped the gun, a stream of blood gushing from his arm. Faye gasped when she saw who had saved her.
"Miles?" Faye said in disbelief. Standing directly behind Teraski was Miles, holding a gun of his own and pointing it directly at Teraski.
"Get away from her," Miles said casually. "I swear, I'll kill you."
"Eraagh!" Teraski growled in rage, rushing at Miles and punching him squarely in the jaw. Miles staggered back, and Teraski launched a leaping kick upward, kicking Miles in the eye. Clutching his face in one hand and his gun in the other, Miles stumbled back toward the door, a stream of blood coming from the side of his mouth.
"Is that all?" Miles asked. He pointed the gun at Teraski's chest. "Goodbye."
Miles fired once, piercing Teraski's heart and killing him instantly. The man's lifeless body dropped to the floor. Miles turned toward Faye, who was standing next to the dead Teraski, staring at him in shock.
"I knew we'd be seeing each other soon," Miles said, using his hand to wipe the blood away from his lip. "I was right. You do need me."
"You bastard," Faye said, picking up her gun and starting toward the door. "Go to hell."
"I just saved your life and this is how you thank me," Miles said. "I could have gotten my ass kicked."
"Shut up," Faye said. She started out the door.
"I don't think so," Miles said, lunging forward and seizing Faye by the wrist. "One way or another, you're coming with me."
"NO!" Faye shouted. She pointed her gun at Miles' head. "Let go of me or you're dead!"
"Try it," Miles said. "Go ahead, kill me. You won't do it."
Faye pulled the trigger, but the only thing that accompanied it was a soft, clicking noise.
"Wha?" Faye staggered in disbelief. "My gun! How-"
"You don't need bullets anyway," Miles said. "I'm all you need."
"Taking the cartridge out of that gun when I grabbed her and putting it in my pocket was so smart of me," Miles thought to himself. "She can't touch me now."
"Get in the car," Miles said, pointing to his car which was waiting outside. "Now."
Faye growled.
"What can I do?" Faye thought. "He could... he could kill me! Oh, dammit, I'll get away from him later..."
With a melancholy look on her face, Faye trudged out to the waiting car and climbed inside, followed by Miles, who was smirking, despite having a black eye and a busted lip. He nodded to the driver, who sped off toward the luxury hotel.
"I should have stayed.... with the Bebop...."
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Well, how was it? I don't know if I'm as good as Gabby.... I hope you enjoyed it too, Gabby! Feel free to edit whatever you like!
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(Chapter 11: Unwelcome Savior)
"Zelias Teraski."
"Say who again?"
Faye had been pestering the first person she saw, a tall, well-dressed, balding man in a neatly pressed red tuxedo for a job for the last ten minutes. She was frustrated that she had had to beg and plead for a job, something that she hadn't had to do when she was with Miles. But she had already resolved that she wouldn't go back. She couldn't go back, she had to be independent. Evidently, this cueball didn't care. Or maybe he just didn't want to give a dangerous job to a beautiful young woman like Faye.
"If you want to do somebody that bad, this is your guy," the man said, handing Faye a small photo of a man with long, scraggly brown hair and a large scar just below his eye. "His name is Zelias Teraski, and he's been dealing in nuclear weapons material for quite some time. He stumbled upon a good deal of high-grade uranium a while back for a bargain price, and he hasn't been selling yet. So I want you to take him out and get the uranium for me."
"I see," Faye said, smiling. "How much is it worth to you?"
The man smiled.
"A homicidal babe like you would probably do it for free," the man joked. "You seemed awfully ready to kill someone today."
"Don't screw with me," Faye growled angrily. "You want me to kill this guy, or not?"
"Sixty million," the man said. "No more, no less."
Faye smiled. She hadn't had a job like that... well, ever. Any time they did get that big, Miles took all the money.
"I'll take it," Faye said. "You'll have your uranium in no time."
"It's been a pleasure," the man said, smiling and showing his shiny teeth. "And don't get yourself killed."
"You're the one that's gonna get killed, acting like a damn jerk..." Faye thought angrily as she strode out of the building. "Making me beg like that... I'll just take it out on Zelias. Pretend he's Miles. Or that lunkhead Spike."
Faye frowned.
"I wonder what he's up to..."
Faye shook her head. She had a job to do. She took out her gun and made sure it was loaded, then pulled out the picture of Zelias that she had been given and looked on the back.
"2521 Grant St..." Faye thought. "That's over by the pier. Not too far, but I think I'll take a cab..."
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Onboard the Bebop, Gabby had been fixing dessert for the last thirty minutes so that Edward would stop pestering her. Edward hadn't blatantly pestered her, of course. Ever since Spike had left a couple of hours ago, she had... gently hinted to Gabby that she was hungry.
"I hope this will be okay," Gabby said to herself, stirring about half of a bag of chocolate chips into a large, metal bowl. Jet walked into the kitchen to see how Gabby was doing.
"Still haven't finished dessert?" Jet asked. "Ed's getting really restless."
"I know, I know," Gabby breathed tiredly. "Jet, is this coming out okay?"
"Looks like it needs a wee bit more powdered sugar," Jet said, looking into the bowl and peering into the mixture of cereal squares, melted chocolate, and powdered sugar. "You use too much chocolate and not enough sugar in puppy chow and it'll make you irregular."
"Jet!" Gabby scolded. "I didn't need to hear that... besides, that was all the sugar we had. And Ed really likes chocolate."
"I know, dear," Jet said, kissing Gabby lightly on the cheek. "You're doing a great job! I can't wait to have it when it's finished."
"I'll make sure Ed doesn't eat it all, then," Gabby said, smiling and stirring the meal at the same time.
"I wonder if Spike's gotten to Faye yet?" Jet asked, half to Gabby and half to himself. "And just what the heck Faye's doing on Mars."
"Guess we'll find out when they come back, hmm?" Gabby replied.
"You're sure they'll both come back together?" Jet asked.
"Of course! Lovers always find each other... that's what you taught me, Jet," Gabby said, smiling sweetly. "I mean, you found me, didn't you?"
"I guess I did!" Jet said. "But Spike and Faye aren't like you and I, Gabby... Spike's a little angrier and Faye's a little... well, she's a little more Faye."
"They'll both come back," Gabby said. The timer on the oven dinged. "It's done!"
Edward zoomed into the room with the speed of a roadrunner in a racecar. She ran up to Gabby and Jet and looked up at them with a big grin on her face.
"Woof-woof! Is the puppy chow bow-wow meal done?" Edward asked. "Hmm is it?"
"It sure is," Gabby said. "But don't eat it all, okay? I'm saving some for Jet!"
"Oooooooooooooooh, okey-dokey!" Edward chimed. "Can Ed eat now?"
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"I'm sorry, sir, you're gonna have to pop the trunk," said a space-suit uniformed officer floating next to Spike's Swordfish. "Random security check."
"Damn, they check one out of every twenty people who comes through the gate, why does it have to be me? I'm in a hurry, dammit!" Spike thought.
"Sure, open it up... I've got nothing to hide," Spike said, knowing that the only items in the cargo trunk were a few spare parts and a blaster.... would they get him for that? Of course they wouldn't.
"Okay, everything checks out, sir," the officer said, closing the trunk. "Although that blaster's a bit suspect, a lot of people carry them, so it's nothing that we can really cite you for. Why are you in such a big hurry?"
"Someone on Mars needs me," Spike told the officer. "Actually, I need her... wait, that's not what I-"
"Woman trouble, eh?" the officer asked. "Eh, I got a girl back home too. I think I understand. Look, just take it easy, and, uh... don't shoot anyone with that blaster, got it?"
Spike gave a nod of his head, then zoomed through the gate. The gate propelled Spike ever closer to the place he was headed... Mars.
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"This is the place...."
Faye stepped up to the entrance of 2521 Grant St., a small, wooden house that could probably be better described as a shack.
"Even in Mars, the home of the rich, there are still dingy little places like this," Faye thought. "But why would a criminal mastermind like Zelias Teraski, or whoever he is, have a little place like this? Unless he just got lucky, like that cueball I talked to told me... ah well."
In her left hand, Faye was holding a bouquet of red roses.
"He's never met me, but no man can resist my charm," Faye thought to herself, rather haughtily. "Well, at the least, it'll get Mr. Teraski in the right position for me to put a bullet through his head. Sixty million wulongs..."
Faye rang the doorbell. The door opened, revealing a tall, fairly muscular man who looked similar to the picture, right down to the scar on his face, which went from underneath his left eye to the side of his nose.
"Wonder how he got that..."
"Can I... help you?" Teraski asked. His eyes glanced down to the bouquet of roses in Faye's hand. "Well, well, well, what have we here?"
"Just a friendly admirer," Faye said, smiling.
"No, you're not," Teraski said. "Not in a million years. And you're not getting your hands on my uranium."
"What do you mean?" Faye asked, rather startled. "He's found me out already? Well, maybe.... if I can say something..."
"They've sent two here already to try to kill me. Basker's as dumb as he is bald," Teraski said.
"Oh, screw it!" Faye said to herself. She pulled out her gun. But before she could pull the trigger, Teraski seized her by the wrist and squeezed as hard as he could. Faye screamed, but managed to keep her hand on the gun, dropping her flowers so that she could use her other hand to punch Teraski in the face. The large man staggered back, into the house, releasing Faye's wrist. Faye dashed into the house after him and fired her gun, missing entirely.
"I knew it," Teraski said. He lunged forward and kicked the gun right out of Faye's hand. The gun skidded across the floor. Faye turned and ran toward it, but Teraski stuck his leg out, tripping Faye and causing her to fall to the floor with a loud "Oof!".
"Dammit... I do need Miles..." Faye thought to herself. "I wonder what he would... no, I don't need him! I have to-"
Teraski casually walked over and picked the gun up off of the ground. He smiled and walked over to Faye, who was still struggling to get up.
"Now what to do with you..." Teraski said, smiling.
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Meanwhile, Spike was flying toward Mars in his Swordfish at an incredible rate of speed.
"There it is," Spike said, slowing down his ship and beginning his approach toward the Martian landscape. "Now, let's see... Edward said that Faye was in... that city right down there. Alright, Faye... here I come... I hope you're doing better than I've been..."
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Teraski advanced on Faye, holding the gun and walking toward her. Faye, sweating profusely, slowly walked backwards, looking around for a way to escape.
"What... to do... with you...." Teraski said, still trying to decide whether to rape Faye or just kill her outright. "I think I'll just dispose of you. Who knows what diseases you might have."
Teraski smirked.
"Damn you..." Faye said angrily, frantically trying to think of a way to stop the madman who was about to kill her. "I've got to rush him..."
Teraski pointed his gun at Faye's head. With an angry scream, Faye rushed toward the man. Suddenly, a shot rang out through the room. Teraski let out an agonizing cry of pain and dropped the gun, a stream of blood gushing from his arm. Faye gasped when she saw who had saved her.
"Miles?" Faye said in disbelief. Standing directly behind Teraski was Miles, holding a gun of his own and pointing it directly at Teraski.
"Get away from her," Miles said casually. "I swear, I'll kill you."
"Eraagh!" Teraski growled in rage, rushing at Miles and punching him squarely in the jaw. Miles staggered back, and Teraski launched a leaping kick upward, kicking Miles in the eye. Clutching his face in one hand and his gun in the other, Miles stumbled back toward the door, a stream of blood coming from the side of his mouth.
"Is that all?" Miles asked. He pointed the gun at Teraski's chest. "Goodbye."
Miles fired once, piercing Teraski's heart and killing him instantly. The man's lifeless body dropped to the floor. Miles turned toward Faye, who was standing next to the dead Teraski, staring at him in shock.
"I knew we'd be seeing each other soon," Miles said, using his hand to wipe the blood away from his lip. "I was right. You do need me."
"You bastard," Faye said, picking up her gun and starting toward the door. "Go to hell."
"I just saved your life and this is how you thank me," Miles said. "I could have gotten my ass kicked."
"Shut up," Faye said. She started out the door.
"I don't think so," Miles said, lunging forward and seizing Faye by the wrist. "One way or another, you're coming with me."
"NO!" Faye shouted. She pointed her gun at Miles' head. "Let go of me or you're dead!"
"Try it," Miles said. "Go ahead, kill me. You won't do it."
Faye pulled the trigger, but the only thing that accompanied it was a soft, clicking noise.
"Wha?" Faye staggered in disbelief. "My gun! How-"
"You don't need bullets anyway," Miles said. "I'm all you need."
"Taking the cartridge out of that gun when I grabbed her and putting it in my pocket was so smart of me," Miles thought to himself. "She can't touch me now."
"Get in the car," Miles said, pointing to his car which was waiting outside. "Now."
Faye growled.
"What can I do?" Faye thought. "He could... he could kill me! Oh, dammit, I'll get away from him later..."
With a melancholy look on her face, Faye trudged out to the waiting car and climbed inside, followed by Miles, who was smirking, despite having a black eye and a busted lip. He nodded to the driver, who sped off toward the luxury hotel.
"I should have stayed.... with the Bebop...."
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Well, how was it? I don't know if I'm as good as Gabby.... I hope you enjoyed it too, Gabby! Feel free to edit whatever you like!
