Cowboy Bebop
Boys are Back
12
Spike had reclaimed his familiar position on The Bebop; lying on the couch, his body covered with bandages. He faded between being asleep and being awake, not entirely sure how long he had been lying there. His mumbled attempts at speaking were muffled by the bandages over his face.
He blinked his eyes open, and rolled his head to the side. He was alone in the room, except for Ed, who was sleeping, curled up on the floor over in the corner. She mumbled something, rolled over on her back, rubbed her tummy. She was probably dreaming about food.
Apparently Spike had been dreaming of food as well, for his stomach growled like a brooding tiger. He smirked, and tried to sit up, but felt a sharp pain shoot through his body. He collapsed back onto the couch, groaning.
"Hungry, huh?" Spike's eyes rolled over toward one of the entranceways, where Jet was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.
"Yeah" Spike said, thanking whatever divine intervention had kept any bandages from having to go over his mouth this time. "What's for dinner?" Jet stepped forward and placed a cup of instant noodles down on the coffee table in front of Spike. Spike looked at it as if Jet had just set down some monstrous insect. "The refrigerator was full of food a couple of days ago." he muttered.
"Funny how suddenly having a lot of unexpected company can make food disappear." Jet said as he sat down opposite Spike. He tugged the string under his own cup of noodles, and it popped open with a hiss.
At the sound of food, Ed's eyes popped open. She sat up like a shot, and quickly scanned the room. When she saw Jet slurping his noodles, and Spike reaching for his own cup, she scrambled over on all fours.
"Food-food! Any for Ed?" Jet tossed her a cup.
"Ever heard of meat, Jet?" Spike said, frowning as he opened his own cup.
"We have some milk with chunks in it, and some fuzzy bread, if that's more you're taste" Jet grumbled as he slurped his noodles. Spike sighed, and ate.
Spike opened his eyes, and blinked the sleep away. He was not sure how long he had been asleep this time. He looked around, trying to see if there was anyone else in the room. At first, he saw nothing, but slowly he became aware of a presence behind the couch.
"Someone there?" he said, managing to sit up this time. He was rather surprised to see Faye standing against the wall, watching him.
"You look like a mummy, know that?" she said the question with a slight air of annoyance. Spike smirked.
"I've been told."
"I seem to remember seeing you like this before."
"You make it sound like that's a bad thing." He slowly put his feet down onto the floor, and tried his best to stand. He made it about halfway when he slipped, and found himself falling. But before he hit the floor, he felt an arm wrap around his waist and pull him up. He turned his head, and gazed straight into Faye's eyes. They both hesitated for a moment. They gazed at each other, as if they were seeing each other for the first time. They both seemed on the verge of saying something, but neither one of them wanted to be the one to say it first. After a few moments that seemed to last forever, Spike took one of Faye's hands in his. She looked down at their linked hands, and then back up at him. He offered her a friendly smile. "Thanks."
She helped him limp his way up to the bridge of Bebop. They both gazed out into the vast reaches of space, savoring a moment that neither of them would forget.
"They're offering a big reward for the mass murderer who's been killing people all over the place." Faye said. "Its almost too bad he died. Maybe we could have made something off him."
"I'm actually glad he's at peace now." Faye's jaw dropped, and she looked threw Spike an utterly shocked expression. He did not even turn to return her surprised gaze, but simply continued to stare out into space. "He was part of me, Faye.and like or not, I was part of him too. I can still feel him a little.inside my head.sort of like the first time you're in love.it stays with you.unless you experience something that much better." He gave Faye's hand a small squeeze when he said this. For some reason, she found that rather comforting.
"There's a pretty hot bounty on Pluto" Jet said as he came up behind them. He raised an eyebrow when he saw their hands joined, but then shook his head, not wanting to think about it.
"How hot?" Faye asked.
"About fifty million woolongs. Dead or alive."
"Sounds fun." Spike said with a smile.
"Fun, fun, fun" Ed giggled as she scampered into the room. She galloped up to Spike, and clung to his leg. In a gesture that took Faye, Jet, and Ed all by surprise, he reached down and ruffled her hair. Ein came trotting in after her, and plopped down onto the floor next to Jet. "Ed missed Bebop" Ed said as she rubbed her face against Spike's pant leg. In that small statement, she had summed up the feelings of all of them.
"How long to get to Pluto?" Spike said.
"About two days" Jet replied.
"And anything can happen along the way" Faye added.
"Just the way I like it." Spike smiled.
The five of them stood on the bridge of Bebop, looking toward the future.
Somewhere in space.
Buried beneath the rubble of the lab, there was a soft blow. A dim red light emitted from a glass tube, which was filled with a gooey red liquid.and something else.
The body that floating in the tank looked like Spike, but it had Vicous' hair, and its mouth had sharp corners, much more like Vicious. It hovered, suspended in the warm liquid, looking as if it were asleep. Its face was pulled into a soft expression that implied the sleeper was lingering in a perpetual dream state.
But the dream must have been coming to an end, for the body shuddered, and then balled its hand into a fist.
See you, space cowboy.
Spike had reclaimed his familiar position on The Bebop; lying on the couch, his body covered with bandages. He faded between being asleep and being awake, not entirely sure how long he had been lying there. His mumbled attempts at speaking were muffled by the bandages over his face.
He blinked his eyes open, and rolled his head to the side. He was alone in the room, except for Ed, who was sleeping, curled up on the floor over in the corner. She mumbled something, rolled over on her back, rubbed her tummy. She was probably dreaming about food.
Apparently Spike had been dreaming of food as well, for his stomach growled like a brooding tiger. He smirked, and tried to sit up, but felt a sharp pain shoot through his body. He collapsed back onto the couch, groaning.
"Hungry, huh?" Spike's eyes rolled over toward one of the entranceways, where Jet was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.
"Yeah" Spike said, thanking whatever divine intervention had kept any bandages from having to go over his mouth this time. "What's for dinner?" Jet stepped forward and placed a cup of instant noodles down on the coffee table in front of Spike. Spike looked at it as if Jet had just set down some monstrous insect. "The refrigerator was full of food a couple of days ago." he muttered.
"Funny how suddenly having a lot of unexpected company can make food disappear." Jet said as he sat down opposite Spike. He tugged the string under his own cup of noodles, and it popped open with a hiss.
At the sound of food, Ed's eyes popped open. She sat up like a shot, and quickly scanned the room. When she saw Jet slurping his noodles, and Spike reaching for his own cup, she scrambled over on all fours.
"Food-food! Any for Ed?" Jet tossed her a cup.
"Ever heard of meat, Jet?" Spike said, frowning as he opened his own cup.
"We have some milk with chunks in it, and some fuzzy bread, if that's more you're taste" Jet grumbled as he slurped his noodles. Spike sighed, and ate.
Spike opened his eyes, and blinked the sleep away. He was not sure how long he had been asleep this time. He looked around, trying to see if there was anyone else in the room. At first, he saw nothing, but slowly he became aware of a presence behind the couch.
"Someone there?" he said, managing to sit up this time. He was rather surprised to see Faye standing against the wall, watching him.
"You look like a mummy, know that?" she said the question with a slight air of annoyance. Spike smirked.
"I've been told."
"I seem to remember seeing you like this before."
"You make it sound like that's a bad thing." He slowly put his feet down onto the floor, and tried his best to stand. He made it about halfway when he slipped, and found himself falling. But before he hit the floor, he felt an arm wrap around his waist and pull him up. He turned his head, and gazed straight into Faye's eyes. They both hesitated for a moment. They gazed at each other, as if they were seeing each other for the first time. They both seemed on the verge of saying something, but neither one of them wanted to be the one to say it first. After a few moments that seemed to last forever, Spike took one of Faye's hands in his. She looked down at their linked hands, and then back up at him. He offered her a friendly smile. "Thanks."
She helped him limp his way up to the bridge of Bebop. They both gazed out into the vast reaches of space, savoring a moment that neither of them would forget.
"They're offering a big reward for the mass murderer who's been killing people all over the place." Faye said. "Its almost too bad he died. Maybe we could have made something off him."
"I'm actually glad he's at peace now." Faye's jaw dropped, and she looked threw Spike an utterly shocked expression. He did not even turn to return her surprised gaze, but simply continued to stare out into space. "He was part of me, Faye.and like or not, I was part of him too. I can still feel him a little.inside my head.sort of like the first time you're in love.it stays with you.unless you experience something that much better." He gave Faye's hand a small squeeze when he said this. For some reason, she found that rather comforting.
"There's a pretty hot bounty on Pluto" Jet said as he came up behind them. He raised an eyebrow when he saw their hands joined, but then shook his head, not wanting to think about it.
"How hot?" Faye asked.
"About fifty million woolongs. Dead or alive."
"Sounds fun." Spike said with a smile.
"Fun, fun, fun" Ed giggled as she scampered into the room. She galloped up to Spike, and clung to his leg. In a gesture that took Faye, Jet, and Ed all by surprise, he reached down and ruffled her hair. Ein came trotting in after her, and plopped down onto the floor next to Jet. "Ed missed Bebop" Ed said as she rubbed her face against Spike's pant leg. In that small statement, she had summed up the feelings of all of them.
"How long to get to Pluto?" Spike said.
"About two days" Jet replied.
"And anything can happen along the way" Faye added.
"Just the way I like it." Spike smiled.
The five of them stood on the bridge of Bebop, looking toward the future.
Somewhere in space.
Buried beneath the rubble of the lab, there was a soft blow. A dim red light emitted from a glass tube, which was filled with a gooey red liquid.and something else.
The body that floating in the tank looked like Spike, but it had Vicous' hair, and its mouth had sharp corners, much more like Vicious. It hovered, suspended in the warm liquid, looking as if it were asleep. Its face was pulled into a soft expression that implied the sleeper was lingering in a perpetual dream state.
But the dream must have been coming to an end, for the body shuddered, and then balled its hand into a fist.
See you, space cowboy.