Author's Notes - Now, don't get mad at me... I know I promised
you guys a sequel to 'That's Why They Call it the Blues' first, but
seeing since Writer's Block has managed to jump up and bite me in
the ass in that respect, I've decided to put that on hold for a little bit.
However, since you guys enjoyed my oneshot fics so much (thanks
for the awesome reviews, more are welcome!), I decided to write
a sequel to them. (Do you think 'While You Were Sleeping' could
count as a prequel to 'Jumper'? I dunno.. let me know what you think).
But anyways, not to get off track, this fic is slightly AU, seeing
that it follows the end of the series, assuming that Ed never left the
Bebop. It's Spike and Faye (of course),though I'm seriously debating
whether or not Julia should be even seriously considered... but oh
well. Enough ranting on my part, enjoy the fic!
Disclaimer - Cowboy Bebop does not belong to me. It belongs to its
awesome creators and their affiliates because they're cool and the have
enough money to sue the pants off of me for copyright infringements. =)
Cowboy Bebop
"Look Me in the Eye"
product of Nataku-chan Incorporated ^_^
Prologue - Cheating Death Once more
This could be the last time, you will
Stand by my side
I can feel my soul it's bleeding, will you fly
With me this evening
Step. Ow. Step. Wince. Step. Aw, fu--!
Spike stopped, looking down at the scene before him; fires and debris
lay scattered everywhere. Everything in his peripheral vision was hazy
with smoke - or maybe he was worse off than he had orignally thought.
Damn. Below him stood several dozen Red Dragon soldiers; all stragglers
that had managed to escape the damage wrought by his hands - or was it
all by the hands of Vicious? Either way it didn't matter, Spike had been
the one to end it. It was finally over.
Over... Spike let out a sigh that could have been mistaken for a laugh, or
vice versa. He had waited three long years for this day; the blood of the
beast had finally been bled clean away. The dream was over... so why was
there still a painful, gut-wrenching feeling of unfulfillment?
There was no time to dwell on the past anymore; his strength was fading fast.
Would the guards attack him once he finally fell? It felt strange to feel so
vulnerable, but Spike didn't let that bother him. Spike found he didn't care about
that either. He slowly raised his hand, pointing out towards his audience.
"Bang."
Never had a single word held so much power behind it as it echoed throughout
the remnants of the lobby. He was going down, falling into the abyss... No, no!
He didn't want to go yet, he didn't want to wake up!
Before he knew it, there was darkness.
~~~~~
He thought he heard humming. Before long, he realized it was the low humming
of a zipcraft in the distance. The purr of the engine sounded vaguely familiar...
"Zipcraft?" Spike slowly opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings. The cabin
of the Bebop, suddenly dark and empty without the lively voices of the crew. The
old yellow couch shifted under his weight as he sat up slowly... Or tried.
With an exclamation of pain, Spike fell backwards with a soft thud. Pain
immediately seized him, lancing through his veins like red hot pokers. Spike
grittedhis teeth, fighting back another scream.
Footsteps quickly approached him, hands touching his face, gently soothing him.
Spike immediately felt relief. This person, whoever it was always seemed to be
near when he seemed troubled or in pain. This woman ( he assumed she was a
woman ) would hum gently or stroke his hair whenever he seemed distressed,
lulling him back into a dreamless sleep.
Spike opened his eyes again, the world once again coming back into focus. A
hand brushed his hair out of his eyes, stroking his face gently. Without thinking,
he grasped it, resting it back against his cheek.
Memories rushed back at him with full force; the dogfight, Annie's death along with
Shin's, Jet's story of the hunter and his of the cats, the death fight with Vicious,
and finally...
"Julia..." he murmured, clutching the hand tightly.
The hand tensed before pulling away slowly. Suddenly, a pair of eyes filled Spike's
vision. They were a deep, emerald greeen, filled with an emotion Spike could not
recognize, but knew would be forever printed upon his memory.
For a brief moment, warm lips brushed against his, pulling away before he could
react. And then her voice filled his ears, "Guess again, Gaujo."
~End of Prologue~
you guys a sequel to 'That's Why They Call it the Blues' first, but
seeing since Writer's Block has managed to jump up and bite me in
the ass in that respect, I've decided to put that on hold for a little bit.
However, since you guys enjoyed my oneshot fics so much (thanks
for the awesome reviews, more are welcome!), I decided to write
a sequel to them. (Do you think 'While You Were Sleeping' could
count as a prequel to 'Jumper'? I dunno.. let me know what you think).
But anyways, not to get off track, this fic is slightly AU, seeing
that it follows the end of the series, assuming that Ed never left the
Bebop. It's Spike and Faye (of course),though I'm seriously debating
whether or not Julia should be even seriously considered... but oh
well. Enough ranting on my part, enjoy the fic!
Disclaimer - Cowboy Bebop does not belong to me. It belongs to its
awesome creators and their affiliates because they're cool and the have
enough money to sue the pants off of me for copyright infringements. =)
Cowboy Bebop
"Look Me in the Eye"
product of Nataku-chan Incorporated ^_^
Prologue - Cheating Death Once more
This could be the last time, you will
Stand by my side
I can feel my soul it's bleeding, will you fly
With me this evening
Step. Ow. Step. Wince. Step. Aw, fu--!
Spike stopped, looking down at the scene before him; fires and debris
lay scattered everywhere. Everything in his peripheral vision was hazy
with smoke - or maybe he was worse off than he had orignally thought.
Damn. Below him stood several dozen Red Dragon soldiers; all stragglers
that had managed to escape the damage wrought by his hands - or was it
all by the hands of Vicious? Either way it didn't matter, Spike had been
the one to end it. It was finally over.
Over... Spike let out a sigh that could have been mistaken for a laugh, or
vice versa. He had waited three long years for this day; the blood of the
beast had finally been bled clean away. The dream was over... so why was
there still a painful, gut-wrenching feeling of unfulfillment?
There was no time to dwell on the past anymore; his strength was fading fast.
Would the guards attack him once he finally fell? It felt strange to feel so
vulnerable, but Spike didn't let that bother him. Spike found he didn't care about
that either. He slowly raised his hand, pointing out towards his audience.
"Bang."
Never had a single word held so much power behind it as it echoed throughout
the remnants of the lobby. He was going down, falling into the abyss... No, no!
He didn't want to go yet, he didn't want to wake up!
Before he knew it, there was darkness.
~~~~~
He thought he heard humming. Before long, he realized it was the low humming
of a zipcraft in the distance. The purr of the engine sounded vaguely familiar...
"Zipcraft?" Spike slowly opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings. The cabin
of the Bebop, suddenly dark and empty without the lively voices of the crew. The
old yellow couch shifted under his weight as he sat up slowly... Or tried.
With an exclamation of pain, Spike fell backwards with a soft thud. Pain
immediately seized him, lancing through his veins like red hot pokers. Spike
grittedhis teeth, fighting back another scream.
Footsteps quickly approached him, hands touching his face, gently soothing him.
Spike immediately felt relief. This person, whoever it was always seemed to be
near when he seemed troubled or in pain. This woman ( he assumed she was a
woman ) would hum gently or stroke his hair whenever he seemed distressed,
lulling him back into a dreamless sleep.
Spike opened his eyes again, the world once again coming back into focus. A
hand brushed his hair out of his eyes, stroking his face gently. Without thinking,
he grasped it, resting it back against his cheek.
Memories rushed back at him with full force; the dogfight, Annie's death along with
Shin's, Jet's story of the hunter and his of the cats, the death fight with Vicious,
and finally...
"Julia..." he murmured, clutching the hand tightly.
The hand tensed before pulling away slowly. Suddenly, a pair of eyes filled Spike's
vision. They were a deep, emerald greeen, filled with an emotion Spike could not
recognize, but knew would be forever printed upon his memory.
For a brief moment, warm lips brushed against his, pulling away before he could
react. And then her voice filled his ears, "Guess again, Gaujo."
~End of Prologue~