A/N: ::dances around in circles, pointing with delight at reviews.::
I got reviews, I got reviews!! I'm so happy. Anyways, sorry I haven't
updated for a few days, I've been out and about and haven't had the time.
Mmm. I should be posting up the chapters pretty quickly after this because
I know where I want to go, but that's no guarantee. Okay, on with the
story. Oh, and Rei, I do know that Ed is a girl. -! Thanks, though. I
appreciate it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop. That's right! I don't own Spike or Faye or Ed or Jet or Julia... ::bursts into hysterical tears:: Thank you for reminding me!
Faye watched Spike run away from her, confused. She was positive it was him, but he couldn't remember her. What had happened? What was happening? She should go after him, but she had no idea where he could have gone. With a longing glance in the direction he had gone, she grabbed Ed's hand and began to drag her in the direction of her ship.
"Faye-Faye!" the young girl protests, trying to get away. "What about Spike-person? We have to go back for him." She ignored the child, since that was just what she wanted to do. She was going to find him again, no matter what it took.
What was happening to me? He sagged against a wall, panting hard, not from exertion, but from fear. These flashes... were they memories? Did he know that person? She had called him Spike. Was that his name? And the child...
Flash of yellow. "Ed, get off the floor!" A man with a receding hairline. An angry woman with violet hair screaming. A computer balanced atop a head of red fluff...
With a scream, he slammed his fist into the wall as the memories stopped. That must be what they were. They were going by to fast for him to make anything out of them, though. He sagged to the ground and put his forehead against his knees. It didn't make any sense!
Flash of green. The woman again, with a frightened look on her face, a plate of less than appealing food. "Faye, get our of the shower!" "Jet, the showers broken!"
They stopped when he surged to his feet, looking around himself wildly, trying to find the source of the voices. He had to do something. Had to think. He pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes and took deep, steadying breaths. He could just be making it all up. That was always an option. But... no. It didn't seem right. These were his memories. They had to be.
Looking around for a moment, he finally decided to find the woman again. Faye Valentine. Maybe she could tell him who he was.
Faye began walking briskly back to the Bebop, but paused for a moment when she spotted the Swordfish. Maybe she was wrong. She remembered the day Jet had brought it back, remembering the certainty that Spike was dead. He would never have left his beloved behind. He wouldn't. So was it really Spike she had seen earlier? Maybe it wasn't... No. She was sure it was him.
Shaking her head she stepped into the Bebop, wrinkling her nose as the smell of rotten eggs came to her. Jet stood in the kitchen, holding a smoking pan and coughing.
"Faye, is that you?" he asked breathlessly.
Before she could answer, or say anything for that matter, Ed raced into the kitchen, barely able to contain her excitement.
"Jet person!" she cried, dancing around in a weird little circle. "Faye-Faye and Ed saw Spike-person! After Ed beat the baddy, Ed saw him! Talking to Faye-Faye!"
Jet froze, and Faye had to wince. Ed hadn't taken Spike's death very well, and Jet might assume that she was making it up. Hell, if Ed had told her that, she wouldn't have believed it. She wouldn't have wanted to hope... But it was true. She had seen him.
"It's true Jet. I saw him too." She stepped into the kitchen as Ed ran out, no doubt searching for Ein. Jet looked up at her warily.
"What do you mean you saw him? Spike's dead. He's been dead for a year. Why would he suddenly show up now?" she shook her head.
"Jet, he doesn't remember me. I think... I think that he lost his memory. Maybe that's why he's been missing. I mean, we don't know what happened with Vicious. Maybe he survived somehow. I don't know Jet. I'm sure it was him though."
"How are you sure?" she stared in shock. Jet had never lost his temper like that before. She almost snapped back, but took a deep breath before she did, knowing what he must be going through.
"Please Jet," she said evenly. "I know it was him. You just have to take my word for it." He turned away from her, leaning on the counter for a moment.
"Fine." He said eventually, voice flat. "Let's say he is alive, and he has lost his memory. What do you want me to do about it? He could be anywhere now, and we don't exactly have the time to go chasing across the universe on some wild goose hunt." She had already though about this and had her answer ready.
"Please. This is Spike we're talking about. Just let me go look for him. Just for a while. I don't think he'll have left the planet left. Please Jet."
The older man shook his head, but agreed. "Fine. I'll give you a few days. But Faye, I don't get your hopes up. I don't think this is really him," but she didn't listen. With a cry of delight she was out again, ignoring Ed who wanted to now where she was going.
What was he thinking? For all he knew Faye Valentine could be on Venus. There was no way he was going to find her here on Mars. He walked once again down the street where he had met her. There was a possibility that she might come back. Yeah. Maybe she left her keys. With a groan, he collapsed against a wall, pulling a bent cigarette out of his pocket and putting it between his lips. This was hopeless. There was no way in hell that he was going to find her.
He looked longingly at a young woman with a lighter near him, flicking it on and off enticingly. Damn. Not only did he not have a lighter, he was back to square one. Or, maybe not. Cocking his head to the side lazily he thought over what he knew. His name was Spike. Her name was Faye Valentine. The young girl, yes she was a girl. He had gotten that much from the flashes of memory. She was Ed. There was someone named Jet? Jay? Something with a J. So maybe he wasn't back to square one. He was at one and a half.
Pushing away from the wall he began to stroll down the street, hands tucked loosely in his pockets. Maybe somebody would know who and where this Faye was. She was the one who could help him.
He froze when he heard a familiar voice screaming at somebody behind him. Turning slowly, he let the cigarette fall unforgotten to the ground.
"Excuse me sir? Have you seen a man about so high with green fuzz on his head wearing an ugly blue suit?" This had to be the millionth person she'd asked. Last night she hadn't been too discouraged when she hadn't found him, but today?
She was back on the street on which Ed had maimed some poor man, where she'd seen him. The man in front of her shook her head and she exploded then.
"What do you mean you haven't seen him? He was here yesterday, talking to me! How could you miss him? What are you blind or something? You stupid incompetent, -,"
Somebody was behind her, she knew it. Releasing the death hold she had on the little man, she slowly began to turn around.
"Faye Valentine?"
A/N: So, what do you think? I know this chapter was kind of boring and it
may not have been written as well as I wanted it to be, but I promise it
will get better soon! I promisepromisepromise! So, do you think things
are happening too fast? Too slow? Not at all? Tell me. Let me know. Now,
I command you!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop. That's right! I don't own Spike or Faye or Ed or Jet or Julia... ::bursts into hysterical tears:: Thank you for reminding me!
Faye watched Spike run away from her, confused. She was positive it was him, but he couldn't remember her. What had happened? What was happening? She should go after him, but she had no idea where he could have gone. With a longing glance in the direction he had gone, she grabbed Ed's hand and began to drag her in the direction of her ship.
"Faye-Faye!" the young girl protests, trying to get away. "What about Spike-person? We have to go back for him." She ignored the child, since that was just what she wanted to do. She was going to find him again, no matter what it took.
What was happening to me? He sagged against a wall, panting hard, not from exertion, but from fear. These flashes... were they memories? Did he know that person? She had called him Spike. Was that his name? And the child...
Flash of yellow. "Ed, get off the floor!" A man with a receding hairline. An angry woman with violet hair screaming. A computer balanced atop a head of red fluff...
With a scream, he slammed his fist into the wall as the memories stopped. That must be what they were. They were going by to fast for him to make anything out of them, though. He sagged to the ground and put his forehead against his knees. It didn't make any sense!
Flash of green. The woman again, with a frightened look on her face, a plate of less than appealing food. "Faye, get our of the shower!" "Jet, the showers broken!"
They stopped when he surged to his feet, looking around himself wildly, trying to find the source of the voices. He had to do something. Had to think. He pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes and took deep, steadying breaths. He could just be making it all up. That was always an option. But... no. It didn't seem right. These were his memories. They had to be.
Looking around for a moment, he finally decided to find the woman again. Faye Valentine. Maybe she could tell him who he was.
Faye began walking briskly back to the Bebop, but paused for a moment when she spotted the Swordfish. Maybe she was wrong. She remembered the day Jet had brought it back, remembering the certainty that Spike was dead. He would never have left his beloved behind. He wouldn't. So was it really Spike she had seen earlier? Maybe it wasn't... No. She was sure it was him.
Shaking her head she stepped into the Bebop, wrinkling her nose as the smell of rotten eggs came to her. Jet stood in the kitchen, holding a smoking pan and coughing.
"Faye, is that you?" he asked breathlessly.
Before she could answer, or say anything for that matter, Ed raced into the kitchen, barely able to contain her excitement.
"Jet person!" she cried, dancing around in a weird little circle. "Faye-Faye and Ed saw Spike-person! After Ed beat the baddy, Ed saw him! Talking to Faye-Faye!"
Jet froze, and Faye had to wince. Ed hadn't taken Spike's death very well, and Jet might assume that she was making it up. Hell, if Ed had told her that, she wouldn't have believed it. She wouldn't have wanted to hope... But it was true. She had seen him.
"It's true Jet. I saw him too." She stepped into the kitchen as Ed ran out, no doubt searching for Ein. Jet looked up at her warily.
"What do you mean you saw him? Spike's dead. He's been dead for a year. Why would he suddenly show up now?" she shook her head.
"Jet, he doesn't remember me. I think... I think that he lost his memory. Maybe that's why he's been missing. I mean, we don't know what happened with Vicious. Maybe he survived somehow. I don't know Jet. I'm sure it was him though."
"How are you sure?" she stared in shock. Jet had never lost his temper like that before. She almost snapped back, but took a deep breath before she did, knowing what he must be going through.
"Please Jet," she said evenly. "I know it was him. You just have to take my word for it." He turned away from her, leaning on the counter for a moment.
"Fine." He said eventually, voice flat. "Let's say he is alive, and he has lost his memory. What do you want me to do about it? He could be anywhere now, and we don't exactly have the time to go chasing across the universe on some wild goose hunt." She had already though about this and had her answer ready.
"Please. This is Spike we're talking about. Just let me go look for him. Just for a while. I don't think he'll have left the planet left. Please Jet."
The older man shook his head, but agreed. "Fine. I'll give you a few days. But Faye, I don't get your hopes up. I don't think this is really him," but she didn't listen. With a cry of delight she was out again, ignoring Ed who wanted to now where she was going.
What was he thinking? For all he knew Faye Valentine could be on Venus. There was no way he was going to find her here on Mars. He walked once again down the street where he had met her. There was a possibility that she might come back. Yeah. Maybe she left her keys. With a groan, he collapsed against a wall, pulling a bent cigarette out of his pocket and putting it between his lips. This was hopeless. There was no way in hell that he was going to find her.
He looked longingly at a young woman with a lighter near him, flicking it on and off enticingly. Damn. Not only did he not have a lighter, he was back to square one. Or, maybe not. Cocking his head to the side lazily he thought over what he knew. His name was Spike. Her name was Faye Valentine. The young girl, yes she was a girl. He had gotten that much from the flashes of memory. She was Ed. There was someone named Jet? Jay? Something with a J. So maybe he wasn't back to square one. He was at one and a half.
Pushing away from the wall he began to stroll down the street, hands tucked loosely in his pockets. Maybe somebody would know who and where this Faye was. She was the one who could help him.
He froze when he heard a familiar voice screaming at somebody behind him. Turning slowly, he let the cigarette fall unforgotten to the ground.
"Excuse me sir? Have you seen a man about so high with green fuzz on his head wearing an ugly blue suit?" This had to be the millionth person she'd asked. Last night she hadn't been too discouraged when she hadn't found him, but today?
She was back on the street on which Ed had maimed some poor man, where she'd seen him. The man in front of her shook her head and she exploded then.
"What do you mean you haven't seen him? He was here yesterday, talking to me! How could you miss him? What are you blind or something? You stupid incompetent, -,"
Somebody was behind her, she knew it. Releasing the death hold she had on the little man, she slowly began to turn around.
"Faye Valentine?"
A/N: So, what do you think? I know this chapter was kind of boring and it
may not have been written as well as I wanted it to be, but I promise it
will get better soon! I promisepromisepromise! So, do you think things
are happening too fast? Too slow? Not at all? Tell me. Let me know. Now,
I command you!