Wow, I update so fast! I forgot to say that I don't own Cowboy Bebop. It SHOULD be pretty obvious...if I did own it Julia would have died a much more gruesome death...I never really did like her. Anywho...
(Spike bursts into the room)
Spike: Hey you! Author girl! Quit toying with our lives! We have enough of that done in our canon episodes!
SF: Silence monkey! You're my putty now, to be molded to whatever I will! (evil glare)
Spike: Bite me, bitch!
SF: Invitations and flattery will get you nowhere. Now get back in my brain where you belong!
Spike: No way in hell! There are free-roaming derivatives in there! And I think the X-Files trivia section of that god-awful place tried to eat me!
SF: Be a good bishie and get back in my brain! Don't make me give you to Discordia...
Spike: (cowers in fear) I'll be good. (curls into fetal position) Please don't let her hurt me....
SF: Damn straight. That's my job....later...muahahahahahaha (coughcough) ha...
Spike: (whimpers and leaves)
Where was I?
Oh yeah....Read, Enjoy, Review...especially that enjoy part...you should know what will happen if I'm flamed, so be forewarned again. Here we go!
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Edward awoke to the sound of the ships docking into the Bebop's deck. They're baaaaaack, she thought. I hope they got the bounty. She jumped up into the ventilation system and scurried off to the living room to check up on the crew.
Meanwhile, Jet shoved a very unhappy Derek Krow into the room and forced him into a sitting position on a hard yellow chair. He kept his gun trained on the man as he sat down across from him.
"Now, Mr. Krow, we're just going to wait patiently for the ISSP to come take you away. Consider it an all expenses paid 20 year stay at a highly exclusive resort" he smirked.
Faye and Spike followed close behind, both pulling cigarettes out of their respective packs. Spike inhaled the smoke deeply and leaned back against a wall.
"You just made me a very happy man, Mr. Krow. Your former business associates must want you very badly to cough up 25 million."
One third of which is all mine," Faye remarked as she herself took a drag from her lit cigarette as she leaned against the door.
"One third? What exactly did you do to warrant such a cut? Just stood there, that's what!" yelled Spike.
"Hey! You guys would never have been able to bring him down, which, may I add, I could have done myself, if I hadn't distracted him and held him there so long! Who do you think it was that tailed him while you two idiots searched the wrong damn terminal?!"
Their bickering grew louder and louder as Jet grew more distracted by their fighting. Using this distraction, Krow took a concealed pin from his back pocket and began to pick the handcuffs.
Unable to take it anymore, Jet turned away from Krow and yelled "Stop acting like children, both of you!" His attention was jerked back when Krow wrested the gun away from him, and turned it back on Jet.
"I won't be taken to prison, especially not by the hands of you dumbasses!" he shouted, and bolted for the door. Spike lunged and tackled him from behind. As they fell, Krow let a shot off into the air, puncturing an air duct. Spike subdued the man with a hard punch to the face, proceeded to bind his hands and feet together, and shoved him into a corner.
"Bastard!" he exclaimed. "Look at this; he got blood on my favorite suit!"
Jet opened his mouth to respond, but was silenced by a low whimpering, crying sound coming from above. The three looked around the room for the source of the sound. Jet looked up at the duct, and his eyes widened with fearful trepidation. He slowly stepped up on the table and began to remove the grate on the duct.
"What is it, Jet?" asked Faye.
Jet stuck his head up into the duct and let out a light gasp.
"What, Jet?"
"Oh god...Ed!"
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Muahahahahahahaha! Cliffhanger! Muahahahahahaha! Pleeeeeease review!