DISCLAIMER: Still don't own Cowboy Bebop.
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"Shit! I hope I'm not too late!"
A young woman with long silver hair burst through the doors of the syndicate building. He was lying face down on the stairs. Carefully, she turned him on his back.
"He's alive, but bairly."
She looked up to see a group of men carrying Vicious's body down the stairs. They laid him on a desk in the lobby. Slowly she walked up to him and looked at him. He looked peaceful. She kissed him softly on the forehead and walked back over to Spike. She gently lifted him off the ground. A small groan escaped his lips. She walked outside and placed him carfully in the passanger seat of her car, then got in herself. She started the car up and began to drive away. A man with a mechanical arm entered the building as she pulled away. She paid no attention to him and continued to drive.
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When she reached her home she carefully carried Spike into her room. She undressed him, cleaned and dressed his wounds, and then gently put him into a bed and covered him up. Later he awoke to find a figure with silver hair staring at him. He began to panic.
"Vicious?!"
The figure touched his cheek.
"No!"
"Shhh! It's alright. You're safe."
It was a woman's voice. He began to calm down. She looked at him with gentle eyes and stroked his cheek.
"Everything's going to be alright," she said softly.
"Who are you?"
"Mariya."
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Jet entered the building. He saw a gorup of men standing near a body. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at them.
"Get away from the body!" he yelled.
One of the men stared at him.
"If it's Spiegal's body you're looking for, it's gone."
"What do you mean it's gone? Who's that?"
"Vicious. A woman came and took his body. I don't know who it was."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. A wave of guilt and anger washed over him. How could he have just let Spike leave like that? Now he may be dead. He would never know. He turned around and left.
"I'm sorry Faye," he said quietly.
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He had trouble focusing his eyes, so he couldn't see her face clearly. He winced as he felt hands run over his ab.
"Sorry. You got it pretty bad. Some nasty cuts."
She gently ran her fingers over his ab. His body jerked. Her face became serious.
"It's going to hurt for awhile. I'm surprised that this didn't kill you."
"Kill me." Spike thought. "He almost did. "
"You're going to have to rest for the next couple of days."
She stood up and headed for the door.
"Mariya?"
"Hmmm?"
"Thank you."
She smiled at him.
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Faye was curled up in the middle of her bed. It had been eight hours since Spike and Jet left. Spike left to see if he was really alive. Why Jet had left she didn't know. When he left he was muttering something about Spike. She heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall. They stopped outside her room.
"Faye? You awake?"
"Yeah. Come in Jet."
He entered the room and looked at her. Then he walked over and sat at the foot of her bed. She didn't look up.
"How are you doing?"
"Bad. But I'll be okay."
"You loved him didn't you?"
"Yes."
"He loved you."
"Then why did he leave?"
"I don't know. Something about his past."
"Julia?"
"Probably."
"Where did you go?"
"..."
"You went after him, didn't you?"
"..."
"You did! What happened? Is he dead? Please tell me."
"I don't know if he's dead."
"You don't know?"
"His body was gone when I got there."
"What the hell happened to his body?!"
"Someone took it."
"WHO?!"
"A woman. I don't know who."
Her eyes filled with tears. Jet put his arms around her and she sobbed into his shoulder.
"Oh god Spike!"
"I'm so sorry Faye."
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Spike yelped in pain as he tried to sit up. Mariya gently pushed him back down. She wiped his forehead with a damp cloth.
"Stop forcing yourself."
"I need to get better. I can't stay in bed."
"You have to. And you're going to. You have no other choice."
Spike laughed.
"What?"
"You remind me of someone. That's all."
She smiled. Spike noticed a picture of two people on a nearby dresser.
"It's me and my brother."
"Huh?"
"The picture."
"Oh. When's the last time you saw him?"
"Eight years ago."
"What happened?"
"We got spareted."
"He died?"
"No. Look....I really don't want to talk about it."
"I understand."
"Thank you."
She smiled.
"You need to rest. I have to go out. I won't be gone long."
She kissed him lightly on the forehead, then left. Spike closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.
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Faye sat on the deck of the Bebop staring out at the water. Jet was in his room trimming his bonsai trees. It had been three days since Spike left, and Faye said next to nothing. Normally Jet enjoyed it when she didn't talk, but this time she was sad. She had lost the one man she ever loved. She spent most of her time sitting in her room, staring at a picture of him. Her only picture of him. He didn't know what to do. He was angry and didn't know how to deal with it. He was starting to believe that Spike was dead. He also worried that Faye may try to join him. He didn't want to lose her too.
"Jet-person?"
He spun around to see Ed standing in the doorway with Ein at her feet.
"Ed?! What are? How did you?"
She just grinned. A huge smile appeared on Jet's face as he hugged her. She laughed, then her face became serious.
"Why is Faye-Faye crying? Is it because of Spike-person?"
"Yeah. Spike's dead Ed."
"No he's not!" she sang.
"HUH?!"
"Spike-person's alive! And Ed's know's where he is."
Faye was standing outside listening. Her heart was racing and her hands where shaking.
"He's alive?!"
"Where's Spike at?"
"Here on Mars."
Faye took off towards her ship.
"FAYE WAIT!"
She ignored him, climbed aboard her ship, and took off.
"Damn it!" Jet said and went to the intercom.
"Faye? FAYE!"
"WHAT!?!?!"
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm going to find Spike!"
"You don't even know where to look."
"I don't care."
"Faye, Ed and I will find out exactly where Spike is and let you know. Until then find a place to stay. PLEASE."
"Fine. But don't forget to call me."
"I won't."
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Mariya quietly entered the apartment. Spike was asleep. He seemed to be recovering faster then she had expected. She checked his wounds. He had some pretty nasty cuts, many would leave scars, but surprisingly, none of them were fatal.
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//FLASHBACK// Vicious carried her body out of the warehouse and to the edge of the river. For some strange reason, this is where she had wanted to be brought when she died. His hands and clothes were covered in her blood. He bent down and proceeded to rub dirt onto himself, mixing it with her blood. He kissed her lightly on the forehead.
"If only I had gotten here sooner."
He stayed like that for a moment, then slowly stood, turned, and left. //END FLASHBACK//
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Faye sat quietly in her motel room waiting for Jet to call. She wanted to find Spike so badly. He was alive. Hopfully. She didn't even know what she was going to do when she saw him. Slap him? Kiss him? Maybe both. She loved him and hated him at the same time.
"Faye. It's Jet."
"Jet! What did you find out?"
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//FLASHBACK// Vicious removed his clothing and washed off the remaining dirt and blood. He was putting on a simple pair of pants when he heard his door open and close. He knew right away it was Spike. When he walked out of his room he found he had been correct. Spike was sitting on the couch, smoking a ciggarette as usual.
"So. Are you going to tell me what happened?" Spike asked without looking up.
"I thought I told you to drop it."
"When do I ever listen?"
"Good point. What do you want to know."
"What's so important about this girl. Nobody knows anything about her. Except that next to you she's our top assasin. Yet you seemed to know a whole lot about here. What is she? Your girl on the side?"
"No. She's my sister."
"I didn't know you had a sister."
"The only ones who know are the elders."
"Okay. Now could you please explain the dirt and blood?"
"The blood was hers."
"..."
"She's dead. She was suppost to take out a dealer fromt he Black Cobra."
"And?"
"She got him. But the whole thing was a setup. They knew she was there."
"Did the elders know about this?"
"I don't know."
"You buried her, didn't you?"
"Yes. I was there when she died."
Spike wanted to say something, anything to try and make Vicious feel better, but what could he say?. Vicious had just lost his sister. He had watched her die. There was nothing Spike could say or do that would help. //ENDFLASHBACK//
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"You should be resting."
Spike turned towards the voice. Until it had spoked he had been slowly walking around the room.
"I've rested enough, Mariya. I need to start moving."
He stopped at the dresser and picked up the picture. She felt her body tense up. He slowly turned around, holding the picture in his hand. He looked at the picture, then at Mariya. Suddenly he dropped the picture. It hit the floor with a crash as the glass broke. He continued to stare at her.
"Vicious...... Vicious is your brother?"
"Spike I was going to tell you. But I was afraid of how you might act."
"He thought you were dead! He made it look like he buried you so they wouldn't look for your body."
"..."
"Aren't you going to say something?!"
"I was dead. But someone found me and brought me back to life."
"Who?"
"A man. A man with a mechanical arm."
"Jet?!"
"Yes."
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Well, there's chapter 1. I'm still working on chapter 2. Hopefully I'll have it up soon. That is if I stop having brain freezes......
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"Shit! I hope I'm not too late!"
A young woman with long silver hair burst through the doors of the syndicate building. He was lying face down on the stairs. Carefully, she turned him on his back.
"He's alive, but bairly."
She looked up to see a group of men carrying Vicious's body down the stairs. They laid him on a desk in the lobby. Slowly she walked up to him and looked at him. He looked peaceful. She kissed him softly on the forehead and walked back over to Spike. She gently lifted him off the ground. A small groan escaped his lips. She walked outside and placed him carfully in the passanger seat of her car, then got in herself. She started the car up and began to drive away. A man with a mechanical arm entered the building as she pulled away. She paid no attention to him and continued to drive.
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When she reached her home she carefully carried Spike into her room. She undressed him, cleaned and dressed his wounds, and then gently put him into a bed and covered him up. Later he awoke to find a figure with silver hair staring at him. He began to panic.
"Vicious?!"
The figure touched his cheek.
"No!"
"Shhh! It's alright. You're safe."
It was a woman's voice. He began to calm down. She looked at him with gentle eyes and stroked his cheek.
"Everything's going to be alright," she said softly.
"Who are you?"
"Mariya."
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Jet entered the building. He saw a gorup of men standing near a body. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at them.
"Get away from the body!" he yelled.
One of the men stared at him.
"If it's Spiegal's body you're looking for, it's gone."
"What do you mean it's gone? Who's that?"
"Vicious. A woman came and took his body. I don't know who it was."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. A wave of guilt and anger washed over him. How could he have just let Spike leave like that? Now he may be dead. He would never know. He turned around and left.
"I'm sorry Faye," he said quietly.
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He had trouble focusing his eyes, so he couldn't see her face clearly. He winced as he felt hands run over his ab.
"Sorry. You got it pretty bad. Some nasty cuts."
She gently ran her fingers over his ab. His body jerked. Her face became serious.
"It's going to hurt for awhile. I'm surprised that this didn't kill you."
"Kill me." Spike thought. "He almost did. "
"You're going to have to rest for the next couple of days."
She stood up and headed for the door.
"Mariya?"
"Hmmm?"
"Thank you."
She smiled at him.
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Faye was curled up in the middle of her bed. It had been eight hours since Spike and Jet left. Spike left to see if he was really alive. Why Jet had left she didn't know. When he left he was muttering something about Spike. She heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall. They stopped outside her room.
"Faye? You awake?"
"Yeah. Come in Jet."
He entered the room and looked at her. Then he walked over and sat at the foot of her bed. She didn't look up.
"How are you doing?"
"Bad. But I'll be okay."
"You loved him didn't you?"
"Yes."
"He loved you."
"Then why did he leave?"
"I don't know. Something about his past."
"Julia?"
"Probably."
"Where did you go?"
"..."
"You went after him, didn't you?"
"..."
"You did! What happened? Is he dead? Please tell me."
"I don't know if he's dead."
"You don't know?"
"His body was gone when I got there."
"What the hell happened to his body?!"
"Someone took it."
"WHO?!"
"A woman. I don't know who."
Her eyes filled with tears. Jet put his arms around her and she sobbed into his shoulder.
"Oh god Spike!"
"I'm so sorry Faye."
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Spike yelped in pain as he tried to sit up. Mariya gently pushed him back down. She wiped his forehead with a damp cloth.
"Stop forcing yourself."
"I need to get better. I can't stay in bed."
"You have to. And you're going to. You have no other choice."
Spike laughed.
"What?"
"You remind me of someone. That's all."
She smiled. Spike noticed a picture of two people on a nearby dresser.
"It's me and my brother."
"Huh?"
"The picture."
"Oh. When's the last time you saw him?"
"Eight years ago."
"What happened?"
"We got spareted."
"He died?"
"No. Look....I really don't want to talk about it."
"I understand."
"Thank you."
She smiled.
"You need to rest. I have to go out. I won't be gone long."
She kissed him lightly on the forehead, then left. Spike closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.
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Faye sat on the deck of the Bebop staring out at the water. Jet was in his room trimming his bonsai trees. It had been three days since Spike left, and Faye said next to nothing. Normally Jet enjoyed it when she didn't talk, but this time she was sad. She had lost the one man she ever loved. She spent most of her time sitting in her room, staring at a picture of him. Her only picture of him. He didn't know what to do. He was angry and didn't know how to deal with it. He was starting to believe that Spike was dead. He also worried that Faye may try to join him. He didn't want to lose her too.
"Jet-person?"
He spun around to see Ed standing in the doorway with Ein at her feet.
"Ed?! What are? How did you?"
She just grinned. A huge smile appeared on Jet's face as he hugged her. She laughed, then her face became serious.
"Why is Faye-Faye crying? Is it because of Spike-person?"
"Yeah. Spike's dead Ed."
"No he's not!" she sang.
"HUH?!"
"Spike-person's alive! And Ed's know's where he is."
Faye was standing outside listening. Her heart was racing and her hands where shaking.
"He's alive?!"
"Where's Spike at?"
"Here on Mars."
Faye took off towards her ship.
"FAYE WAIT!"
She ignored him, climbed aboard her ship, and took off.
"Damn it!" Jet said and went to the intercom.
"Faye? FAYE!"
"WHAT!?!?!"
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm going to find Spike!"
"You don't even know where to look."
"I don't care."
"Faye, Ed and I will find out exactly where Spike is and let you know. Until then find a place to stay. PLEASE."
"Fine. But don't forget to call me."
"I won't."
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Mariya quietly entered the apartment. Spike was asleep. He seemed to be recovering faster then she had expected. She checked his wounds. He had some pretty nasty cuts, many would leave scars, but surprisingly, none of them were fatal.
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//FLASHBACK// Vicious carried her body out of the warehouse and to the edge of the river. For some strange reason, this is where she had wanted to be brought when she died. His hands and clothes were covered in her blood. He bent down and proceeded to rub dirt onto himself, mixing it with her blood. He kissed her lightly on the forehead.
"If only I had gotten here sooner."
He stayed like that for a moment, then slowly stood, turned, and left. //END FLASHBACK//
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Faye sat quietly in her motel room waiting for Jet to call. She wanted to find Spike so badly. He was alive. Hopfully. She didn't even know what she was going to do when she saw him. Slap him? Kiss him? Maybe both. She loved him and hated him at the same time.
"Faye. It's Jet."
"Jet! What did you find out?"
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//FLASHBACK// Vicious removed his clothing and washed off the remaining dirt and blood. He was putting on a simple pair of pants when he heard his door open and close. He knew right away it was Spike. When he walked out of his room he found he had been correct. Spike was sitting on the couch, smoking a ciggarette as usual.
"So. Are you going to tell me what happened?" Spike asked without looking up.
"I thought I told you to drop it."
"When do I ever listen?"
"Good point. What do you want to know."
"What's so important about this girl. Nobody knows anything about her. Except that next to you she's our top assasin. Yet you seemed to know a whole lot about here. What is she? Your girl on the side?"
"No. She's my sister."
"I didn't know you had a sister."
"The only ones who know are the elders."
"Okay. Now could you please explain the dirt and blood?"
"The blood was hers."
"..."
"She's dead. She was suppost to take out a dealer fromt he Black Cobra."
"And?"
"She got him. But the whole thing was a setup. They knew she was there."
"Did the elders know about this?"
"I don't know."
"You buried her, didn't you?"
"Yes. I was there when she died."
Spike wanted to say something, anything to try and make Vicious feel better, but what could he say?. Vicious had just lost his sister. He had watched her die. There was nothing Spike could say or do that would help. //ENDFLASHBACK//
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"You should be resting."
Spike turned towards the voice. Until it had spoked he had been slowly walking around the room.
"I've rested enough, Mariya. I need to start moving."
He stopped at the dresser and picked up the picture. She felt her body tense up. He slowly turned around, holding the picture in his hand. He looked at the picture, then at Mariya. Suddenly he dropped the picture. It hit the floor with a crash as the glass broke. He continued to stare at her.
"Vicious...... Vicious is your brother?"
"Spike I was going to tell you. But I was afraid of how you might act."
"He thought you were dead! He made it look like he buried you so they wouldn't look for your body."
"..."
"Aren't you going to say something?!"
"I was dead. But someone found me and brought me back to life."
"Who?"
"A man. A man with a mechanical arm."
"Jet?!"
"Yes."
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Well, there's chapter 1. I'm still working on chapter 2. Hopefully I'll have it up soon. That is if I stop having brain freezes......
