Hey dudes. V here, bringing you my very first fanfic. This is a cowboy
bebop fic and takes place after "The real folk blues, part 2." Please be
nice. R&R. I think that means "read and review."
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
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Cigarettes rattled in their rectangular box as Faye Valentine realized she could never give up smoking. She recalled a memory as she gazed out the window of Bebop and into the blackness littered with a thousand stars.
'Faye, do you care about ed?' Ed's childish voice rang in her ears.
'It depends on my mood...' Faye replied, smiling at the short girl in front of her.
'Well, if you care about Ed, you'd quit smoking.' She grabbed the cigarette out of Faye's hand. 'Dis little itty bitty thing'll kill you one day.
Faye sighed. 'Better said than done, kid,'
'Well, could you try?'
'Hmmmmm,'
Ed smiled her "adorable" smile. 'For me?'
Faye cocked an eyebrow.
'For you?'
Faye placed her hands on her hips in disagreement.
'For Spike?'
A slight pump of adrenaline shot through her
'N-now why would I do it for that dolt?'
Ed smiled a goofy smile. You know, the one a normal person would put on when they were high. 'I dunno,' And with that, Ed skipped away and Faye's memory faded.
Faye took a long drag ok the fresh cigarette in her hand and watched the smoke curl up above her head and into a large cloud and she thought of him. The one who was an idiot. The one she had called a bone-headed dolt so many times.
So why was she thinking of him, she wondered? Could she be in love? No, Spike could never love her. He took of in search of Julia, his real love, Just after she fired six rounds into the ceiling. Oh yes, she remembered that. How could she forget?
As Faye was pondering, she wondered where Spike was now. She was awoken from her trance as the center wing doors sprang open and Jet ran in ...With Spike on a stretcher.
Faye sprung off the mustard-yellow couch and ran over, abandoning her unused cigarette.
"Oh my god Jet. What the hell happened here?"
"Spike is injured. He needs to get medical attention," Jet said, sweat running down his forehead. "Get this goddamned ship out of cruise control and get to the nearest hospital!"
Faye ran to the control panel. "Where's the nearest one?"
Jet thought as he began to bandage up Spike's abs and chest, which was badly cut and bruised.
"Errr, there should be one in Callisto about 600 kilometers from here."
"Alright, I'll take your word for it!" she said as she jammed the "joy stick", as she called it, forward and they sped off.
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If there was one thing Faye hated about Callisto, it was that it was too ahead of it's time. No matter where you turned in this hospital, you would see chrome. Chrome chairs, chrome desks, chrome picture frames, chrome flower vases, and even chrome flowers. She wondered if the patients had to sleep on chrome.
All her staring at the ceiling and pondering was getting her nowhere. It was a shock to her that the ceiling wasn't chrome.
Faye took her attention away from the ceiling and toward Jet. He was leaning forward on the couch anxiously, twiddling his thumbs and muttering to himself.
"Jet, what happened?" Faye asked.
Jet's head shot up. He sighed. "I'm not exactly sure but on the way here, he was muttering something about Vicious..."
"You think he went after Vicious?"
"From what I can tell. I hope he got rid of that sonofabitch once and for all."
"Hmmm...."
About another hour passed and finally the doctor treating Spike stepped out of the operating room.
Jet ran over, but Faye stayed on the chrome bench. She watched as she saw the doctor talk, and Jet nod. After a few minutes, Jet came over To Faye
"What's up?" she said, sitting up.
Jet sighed. "His liver is badly pierced and he needs a liver transplant...."
Faye's eyes widened in shock.
"Uh-huh. And that's not the worst part. He's slipped into coma so this would be the perfect time to do surgery." (A/n: I think I heard this line on Days of our lives.)
Faye lowered her head and grinned. "What has that lunatic gotten himself into this time?"
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So, did you like it? Did I completely screw up the story line of Cowboy Bebop? I hope not. I will admit I have not seen every episode. But, I have seen the last and I have seen enough to write about in a fanfic. So, I hoped you like it and If I get one of these reviews, I'll put up the next chapter. See ya.
V
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
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Cigarettes rattled in their rectangular box as Faye Valentine realized she could never give up smoking. She recalled a memory as she gazed out the window of Bebop and into the blackness littered with a thousand stars.
'Faye, do you care about ed?' Ed's childish voice rang in her ears.
'It depends on my mood...' Faye replied, smiling at the short girl in front of her.
'Well, if you care about Ed, you'd quit smoking.' She grabbed the cigarette out of Faye's hand. 'Dis little itty bitty thing'll kill you one day.
Faye sighed. 'Better said than done, kid,'
'Well, could you try?'
'Hmmmmm,'
Ed smiled her "adorable" smile. 'For me?'
Faye cocked an eyebrow.
'For you?'
Faye placed her hands on her hips in disagreement.
'For Spike?'
A slight pump of adrenaline shot through her
'N-now why would I do it for that dolt?'
Ed smiled a goofy smile. You know, the one a normal person would put on when they were high. 'I dunno,' And with that, Ed skipped away and Faye's memory faded.
Faye took a long drag ok the fresh cigarette in her hand and watched the smoke curl up above her head and into a large cloud and she thought of him. The one who was an idiot. The one she had called a bone-headed dolt so many times.
So why was she thinking of him, she wondered? Could she be in love? No, Spike could never love her. He took of in search of Julia, his real love, Just after she fired six rounds into the ceiling. Oh yes, she remembered that. How could she forget?
As Faye was pondering, she wondered where Spike was now. She was awoken from her trance as the center wing doors sprang open and Jet ran in ...With Spike on a stretcher.
Faye sprung off the mustard-yellow couch and ran over, abandoning her unused cigarette.
"Oh my god Jet. What the hell happened here?"
"Spike is injured. He needs to get medical attention," Jet said, sweat running down his forehead. "Get this goddamned ship out of cruise control and get to the nearest hospital!"
Faye ran to the control panel. "Where's the nearest one?"
Jet thought as he began to bandage up Spike's abs and chest, which was badly cut and bruised.
"Errr, there should be one in Callisto about 600 kilometers from here."
"Alright, I'll take your word for it!" she said as she jammed the "joy stick", as she called it, forward and they sped off.
~*~
If there was one thing Faye hated about Callisto, it was that it was too ahead of it's time. No matter where you turned in this hospital, you would see chrome. Chrome chairs, chrome desks, chrome picture frames, chrome flower vases, and even chrome flowers. She wondered if the patients had to sleep on chrome.
All her staring at the ceiling and pondering was getting her nowhere. It was a shock to her that the ceiling wasn't chrome.
Faye took her attention away from the ceiling and toward Jet. He was leaning forward on the couch anxiously, twiddling his thumbs and muttering to himself.
"Jet, what happened?" Faye asked.
Jet's head shot up. He sighed. "I'm not exactly sure but on the way here, he was muttering something about Vicious..."
"You think he went after Vicious?"
"From what I can tell. I hope he got rid of that sonofabitch once and for all."
"Hmmm...."
About another hour passed and finally the doctor treating Spike stepped out of the operating room.
Jet ran over, but Faye stayed on the chrome bench. She watched as she saw the doctor talk, and Jet nod. After a few minutes, Jet came over To Faye
"What's up?" she said, sitting up.
Jet sighed. "His liver is badly pierced and he needs a liver transplant...."
Faye's eyes widened in shock.
"Uh-huh. And that's not the worst part. He's slipped into coma so this would be the perfect time to do surgery." (A/n: I think I heard this line on Days of our lives.)
Faye lowered her head and grinned. "What has that lunatic gotten himself into this time?"
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So, did you like it? Did I completely screw up the story line of Cowboy Bebop? I hope not. I will admit I have not seen every episode. But, I have seen the last and I have seen enough to write about in a fanfic. So, I hoped you like it and If I get one of these reviews, I'll put up the next chapter. See ya.
V