Disclaimer: I don't know anybody here is really going to believe that I'd
be writing this fanfiction if I actually owned Cowboy Bebop. I'll write it
any ways, I don't own cowboy bebop nor it's characters blah blah blah blah.
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"Jet, we're home," Spike said as he shut the door behind him.
"Hey Spike.... What are you doing with all those bags?" Jet asked when he spotted the large bags at the door.
"Nothing, just some clothes for Faye. The ones in her room are uncomfortable for her," Spike said, trying to make sure that Jet didn't blow up in front of her. They both knew how low money was running for them.
"Oh," was all Jet could choke out.
"Okay then," Spike said as he lifted the bags and put them in her room.
"I can't thank you enough for today Spike," Faye said as she entered the room. She almost saw him in a new light.
"As long as you're happy," he responded, taking off his denim jacket
She smiled at him.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" she asked as he turned to walk out of the door.
"Yeah, sure," he said as he turned to face her.
"Can you tell me who I am?" she asked him as she sat down on the corner of her bed.
"What do you mean Faye? You're you," he explained, knowing it wasn't really the answer she wanted.
"I know that I'm me, but what is me? I know nothing about my past. I've tried asking Jet, but Jet's all stiff lipped, and I can't understand a word that Ed is saying. I thought that may'be you could explain i all to me".
"Explain what to you?" Spike asked, obviously skirting around the real question. He really didn't want to go into the history about how the "Bebop crew" came to be.
"How I came to live with you guys, how come Jet has a fake arm, how come a little girl with no relation with any of us is here hacking computers for us, how I got in the hospital and why you were apologizing to me back in the hospital. None of it makes sense Spike, and I feel as if you guys are holding things back from me," Faye explained heartily.
"You know... some people would rather not know about their past," Spike told her as he sat down next to her.
"Some people like who?" Faye asked him.
"Like me," Spike said as he got up again and stuffed his hands in his pant pockets.
"So you're not going to tell me either?" Faye asked him.
"I don't think that I'd be the right person to explain it to you," Spike told her.
Spike knew that no matter how he phrased it, Faye would hate him. The voice in the back of his head asked him when he began to care.
Author's Notes: ::Hands out more gold stars to those who reviewed my fifth chapter:: I know that there's a lot that hasn't been explained, but trust me you'll know soon enough.
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"Jet, we're home," Spike said as he shut the door behind him.
"Hey Spike.... What are you doing with all those bags?" Jet asked when he spotted the large bags at the door.
"Nothing, just some clothes for Faye. The ones in her room are uncomfortable for her," Spike said, trying to make sure that Jet didn't blow up in front of her. They both knew how low money was running for them.
"Oh," was all Jet could choke out.
"Okay then," Spike said as he lifted the bags and put them in her room.
"I can't thank you enough for today Spike," Faye said as she entered the room. She almost saw him in a new light.
"As long as you're happy," he responded, taking off his denim jacket
She smiled at him.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" she asked as he turned to walk out of the door.
"Yeah, sure," he said as he turned to face her.
"Can you tell me who I am?" she asked him as she sat down on the corner of her bed.
"What do you mean Faye? You're you," he explained, knowing it wasn't really the answer she wanted.
"I know that I'm me, but what is me? I know nothing about my past. I've tried asking Jet, but Jet's all stiff lipped, and I can't understand a word that Ed is saying. I thought that may'be you could explain i all to me".
"Explain what to you?" Spike asked, obviously skirting around the real question. He really didn't want to go into the history about how the "Bebop crew" came to be.
"How I came to live with you guys, how come Jet has a fake arm, how come a little girl with no relation with any of us is here hacking computers for us, how I got in the hospital and why you were apologizing to me back in the hospital. None of it makes sense Spike, and I feel as if you guys are holding things back from me," Faye explained heartily.
"You know... some people would rather not know about their past," Spike told her as he sat down next to her.
"Some people like who?" Faye asked him.
"Like me," Spike said as he got up again and stuffed his hands in his pant pockets.
"So you're not going to tell me either?" Faye asked him.
"I don't think that I'd be the right person to explain it to you," Spike told her.
Spike knew that no matter how he phrased it, Faye would hate him. The voice in the back of his head asked him when he began to care.
Author's Notes: ::Hands out more gold stars to those who reviewed my fifth chapter:: I know that there's a lot that hasn't been explained, but trust me you'll know soon enough.