I do not own or claim to own any of the characters from the show cowboy bebop.
Song credits for A Million Miles away goes to The Plimsouls.
I'm going to try and experiment with different POV's a little, make the story more interesting perhaps.
Friday night, I just got back
Had my eyes shut
I was dreamin' 'bout the past
I thought about you while the radio played
I shoulda got loaded
Some reason I stayed
It had been three days since Faye and company had left the ship. Jet had stayed behind on Earth just incase they had decided to come back. Spike knew better though. Ed had gone off to find her father, Ein obviously followed. Faye, who gives a shit where Faye went. She hadn't raided the fridge or the safe, so who cared. 'Faye was a big girl' Spike thought to himself while sitting on the clapped out yellow couch in the common room. 'She can find her way back like she always does' he leaned forward and grabbed his pack of smokes. 'Just like a stray dog' he lit his cigarette and leaned back onto the couch, exhaling a puff of smoke in the process. 'The dog' Spike smirked to himself, 'amazingly he's probably the only one I will miss' . He dragged on his cigarette while staring up at the ever spinning ceiling fan. 'God that thing is so fucking ugly' Spike let out a small chuckle and returned his attention to his cigarette. When he sat and stopped to really think about it, he kind of missed Ed a little too. He hated kids, but Ed wasn't your usual kid. She was smart and naive at the same time. The childish innocence was still there for someone of her age. But she also knew how to take care of herself, and was used to being alone. He knew what that felt like, he was left to fend for himself at an early age as well.
I started drifting to a different place
I realized I was fallin' of the face of the world
And there was nothing there to bring you back
His thoughts drifted back to his childhood, back to a time when he first found out why his parents had died. A time when he had to move in with his aunt Anastasia. A time when joining the syndicate was the family tradition. When he promised himself that he would be more careful that his father was. That all blew up in his face. Julia came to mind as well. 'God I miss her' he shifted his position so that his legs now rested on the table in front of the couch. That's probably why he didn't take to Faye. It wasn't because she wasn't anything like Julia, but because she was a lot like himself. She was thick headed, she smoked way too much and she had the same once bitten twice shy type of attitude. They were both broken hearted. He hated to admit it, but he had to give Faye some credit. She'd been through hell as well. But alas there wasn't enough room on the ship for two king shits. Besides, he was here first. That and she disrupted his way of life. Since joining up with Jet he was able to live in his head as much as he wanted too. At first it was his eye that was in control of that, but he eventually was able to decide when it was time for dream land and when it wasn't. He could hear Jet clunking down the hall to the common room. Spike frowned ' I hope he's not going to ask me to go out and look for Faye again'. After putting out his stump of a cigarette in the ash tray on the table he looked up at the door way while starting to light another. He was going to drive him nuts if he didn't at least try to go look for her, 'tuff shit Jet'.
Moments later Jet emerged looking very tired. He slowly made his way down the steps and walked over to the couch. "Hey" he said as he sat down next to Spike. "Hey" Spike spoke around his newly lit cigarette. Jet propped his feet up onto the table as well. 'He's going to ask me, shit' the green haired man thought to himself. Quickly finding something to divert Jet's attention, he turned on the tv. The sound of Big Shots blared through the ship at a very high volume. Jet leaned forward and turned down the volume as Spike pretended not to notice. "Looking for a bounty?" The older man spoke after a few seconds had passed. "We could always use the money" Spike mumbled. His partner nodded his head in agreement before getting back up an climbing the stairs back up to the hatch. " Don't go pulling that shit on me!" Spike shouted at Jet . The older man turned back to look at his partner. "What am I pulling?" he asked trying to look innocent. "That moping around and not talking shit" Spike put out what was left of his smoke. "It's not going to work." "I don't know what your talking about!" Jet shouted and proceeded to leave the room. 'Great' the lanky man huffed to himself 'now he's going to give me the silent treatment.'
Cuz you're a million miles away
A million miles away
And there's nothing there to bring you back today
Today…
After about three more hours of listening to Jet mope around the ship like a whiny little bitch, Spike sighed and finally got up the motivation to go and look around a little for the shrew. 'A few hours of looking should appease Jet ' he surmised. Actually he wasn't really going to look for Faye so much as he was just going to find something to keep himself occupied. Who knows when Jet was finally going to take off from this wasteland called Earth anyway. It didn't look like he was in any big hurry to leave at the moment. So this was his only option. ' If by some chance fate is really that cruel and I find Faye' Spike mused to himself as he made his way to the hanger ' then I'll tell her to get her ass back to the ship'. He hopped up into the cockpit of the swordfish and made preparations to take off much to his chagrin. After leaving the hanger, he set out towards the nearest city in hopes of getting really drunk.
I took a ride way downtown
The streets were empty
There was no one around
I went to the places that we used to go
Seen all of the faces we used to know
Spike found himself landing in a small city called Newport. He parked his ship in what looked like a safe location and headed down the street in search of a bar. On the way down the street he noticed a small string of casinos and immediately thought of Faye. ' Dammit' he mentally scolded himself and kept on his already chosen path to annihilate his liver. After a few minutes he stumbled upon a bar. Spike entered, sat down and ordered a drink. While waiting for his drink, he started to debate on whether or not he should go and look for Faye. 'Shit ' he hadn't even had a drink yet and he was already starting to feel guilty. His drink arrived, he slammed it down and ordered another. This was his course of action for the rest of the evening. Once last call had been declared, Spike decided to go for a walk to sober up a little. 'I need to straighten out enough to find my ship at least'. He could always dodge Jet until the morning until he could tell him that he looked for Faye with a straight face. Spike went in the opposite direction as he came and made his way to the waterfront.
I'm at the wrong end of the looking glass
I tried to hold onto the hand of the past
And then you
And there's nothing to bring you back
Walking along the wooden boardwalk he gazed out at the ocean. It was very beautiful, a reflective ink black set against a blackish blue starlit sky. Every so often a shower of meteors would rain down in the distance. He stopped and leaned himself against the railing and looked out at the waves. Fishing through his jacket he found his pack of cigarettes. ' I bet this place was heaven before the gate exploded' he said to himself as he lit his cigarette. ' Back in Faye's time' Spike shook his head ' stop thinking about Faye'. As fucked up as he was he still kept thinking about that stupid woman. He was supposed to be always thinking of his woman, his Julia. The woman of his dreams, dreams he liked his dreams of Julia. This made him smile. She was the only thing that kept his self destructive attitude in check. But since Faye forcefully joined the crew he used his competitiveness with her to keep himself motivated. 'Man, I'm really gone aren't I?' he thought as he tossed his smoke into the water below. Using Faye as an excuse to not run in front of a train was really hitting rock bottom. It wasn't that she herself prevented him from ending it, it was more a case of not wanting to let her win his spot of dominance on the ship. It was the natural pecking order on the ship and not Faye that kept him in check. This thought perked him up a bit.
Once his head had cleared enough to attempt flying, Spike made his way back to his ship. Not being able to make peace with himself he decided to stop to look in one casino on the way back. 'Stupid wench' was all he could muster as his excuse for his new found if only temporary compassion. ' It's only for Jet' was what his mind used as his defense for his actions. He stopped in front of the first casino he came to, he paused before entering. A lazy smirk formed on his face as he remembered the first time he met Faye in a casino. How she skillfully cheated him the whole game ' and I let her too' Then when she escaped form her toilet prison to only steal their money. 'That time I wasn't fully prepared' Spike told himself. She always could get the best of him when she wanted to. That's another thing that he had to give her credit for. 'Ok, maybe it's a little for me too' were his last thoughts to himself as he went into the building.
Cuz you're a million miles away
A million miles away
And there's nothing to bring you back today
Today……
