A/N: I know, I know, it's taking me forever to update, but between
school and my laziness, I just haven't had time. So I apologize to all
those who have been anxiously awaiting the arrival of this new chapter. So
here it is! Umm. Well, thank you all who reviewed, now on with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop. If I did, do you honestly think that I'd be writing a fan fic. about it?
He looked around himself, bewildered. It had only been a day since he'd come onto the Bebop, and he was already forgotten as Faye argued with Ed, and Jet pruned his bonsai trees. At least, that's what they wanted him to think. He saw the quick glances that Faye gave him, felt Jet's eyes boring into the back of his head. The only person on the ship who didn't really seem bothered by his return was the kid. She treated him as if he had never left. Oh, and Ein didn't really seem to care either.
Everything had happened so quickly. He suddenly knew who he was, where he was from, and what he'd been doing for that past couple of years. A bounty hunter. Spike Spiegel. From Mars. He felt a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Who'd have thought?
"Dinner!" he looked up in surprise as Ed jumped over the ugly yellow couch that he was sitting on and ran to the table on all fours, tongue hanging out of her mouth.
"Yaay!!" she cried, jumping into a seat. "Yummy, yummy beef. Ed loves food!" she proceeded to drop her face to the plate and inhale it, not even bothering with a fork. Or her hands, at that.
He sauntered to the table, hands behind his head. He got there at the same time as Faye, and froze. This was food?
"Uh, Jet? You sure this is edible?" he asked uncertainly, poking at it with his fork. He looked up to see the older man glaring at him.
"Now there is one thing that I didn't miss." Whatever. He shrugged his shoulders, and skewered a piece of what he thought was beef. He set in uncertainly in his mouth and chewed uncertainly. Oh, well. It wasn't that bad.
Dinner passed fairly quickly, with Faye grumbling darkly, Ed talking nonsense, and Ein whimpering miserably. When Jet wasn't looking, he watched Faye slip small morsels of food to it. Hadn't she been cursing at the mangy beast earlier?
As soon as she was finished eating, Faye jumped to her feet and took off for her room, leaving her plate on the table. Spike decided to follow suit, and found himself wandering around aimlessly a few minutes later, bored and frustrated again. After those few flashes of memory, nothing else had come. Certain things in the Bebop tugged at little pieces of his mind, but try as he did, nothing would come, and he would get angry. Coming here was supposed to help him, not drive him insane! He paced back and forth angrily for a few minutes before going to Faye's room.
"Faye?" he tried the knob, found it locked, so pounded on the door for a bit. "Faye, open up. It's me!"
"All right, all right! I'm coming." Faye jerked her door open and looked up at him in surprise. "Spike? What's wrong? Do you need something?"
"Can we talk?" maybe she could help him remember who he was."
"Yeah. Sure. Uh, come on in. She stepped back and allowed him into her room, which was sparsely furnished and a mess. Finding nowhere else to sit, he plopped down on the bed and put his head in his hands. Damn. He was getting a headache.
"What's up?" Faye joined him on the bed, wriggling around until she looked comfortable. With a sigh, he turned to her, running a hand through his hair.
"Can you tell me who I am?" she frowned in confusion.
"You're Spike Spiegel."
"No, no! Who am I? What do I like, how do I act, what do I do? Am I a nice person? Do I like beef? How long have you known me? How did I come to be on this ship? How did I lose my memory? I don't remember anything!" she was quiet for so long that he thought she wasn't going to answer, and was about to get up and go, when she began to speak softly.
"Spike, you are the biggest pain in the ass on any planet that we've been on. You're loud, annoying, rude, insolent, mean, lazy, and all you ever think about is food. You hate women, animals, and kids, and you only work when it interests you." She smiled slightly as he gaped at her. "That's why we love you. When you want to, you can kick ass, and you care, though you would never show it. You've got an incredible heart, thought there are times when I want to kill you. That's most of the time." She allowed him to digest this information for a few minutes while she surveyed her nails, and then she continued. "You do stupid stuff without thought for the consequences. And you left a hole in our lives the day you walked out of them. Damn you." She turned away from him and he thought for a moment that she might be fighting tears. For him? "Don't you ever walk away from us again Spike Spiegel. You hear?" She looked him in the eye fiercely and he'd been wrong. She looked angry for a moment, but it passed and she got to her feet.
"Well, that's the Spike Spiegel basics for you." He sat for a moment longer before also standing.
"Well, sounds like I'm out of your league." He joked, smiling brightly. He stumbled into the hall a few seconds later followed by a pillow and angry shouts.
"You're just as repulsive without your memory as with it!" the door slammed and he got to his feet, smiling. She hadn't helped much, but he now at least had an idea of what others thought of him. The sound of barking alerted him just in time to avoid being bitten by Ed.
"Mama!" he stumbled forward over the rubble, looking around desperately for his mother. Where could she be? "Mama!" he called again, choking on the dust that his passage kicked up. There'd been no warning. The explosion had taken them all completely by surprise and now he couldn't find anyone. "Mama!" he fought back tears as he looked around for some sign. A small movement caught his attention and he hurried to it, nearly falling several times before reaching his destination. "Mama!"
The young woman was covered with blood and buried under a large chunk of building. Her arms and part of her face were badly burned, and her eyes fever bright. With a cry, he began digging at the rocks and other debris covering her, trying to get her free. Her soft voice stopped him, and she looked at her face, vision blurred from tears.
"Don't hurt my baby. Take me, but spare my Spike. Don't let them hurt him."
"Mama!" he crawled over and lifted her head into his lap, stroking her matted hair. "It's all right. I'm okay, and you're going to be too." She didn't hear him, just kept on speaking nonsense.
"I had no idea! Please, believe me. Nobody told me. Nobody!" she jerked violently, and he tried to calm her, sobbing helplessly.
"Please, Mama. It's all right. I believe you. I do."
"It's not fair." She began to cry, then, eyes staring up sightlessly. "I gave my life away for them. They can't do this to me. They CAN'T. I have a son to provide for! I'm out. They can't stop me!" her expression changed suddenly, and her hand clutched his wrist as he stroked her face. "Tell my son," she whispered urgently. "Tell my son that I love him. I will always love him." Her body jerked and her eyes rolled back in her head, torso coming up off the ground.
"No!" he screamed trying to stop her. "No! No, don't leave me!" she jerked even more violently, and then the convulsions stopped just as suddenly as they had begun. Her green eyes stared up at him sightlessly. "No, no, no, no." he shook her urgently, trying to make her blink. "You're not dead. I won't let you be dead!" the tears began to flow faster and he shook her harder, knowing that it was futile. "NOOO!!!"
He woke up screaming, body covered in sweat. The only sound in the room for several moments was that of his harsh, terrified breathing. Slowly, he began to calm down, and realized that it had been a dream. Only a dream. He raised hands that were still shaking to his face, trying to think. It had felt so real. Was it another memory? He prayed that it hadn't been. He prayed to a God that he didn't believe in that it hadn't happened.
A/N: So, what do you think? I know, I know. It wasn't that good, but hey! I've been experiencing writers block lately, so this is the best I can do for now. Thank you everyone who reviewed last time, now please, review again. Pretty please?
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop. If I did, do you honestly think that I'd be writing a fan fic. about it?
He looked around himself, bewildered. It had only been a day since he'd come onto the Bebop, and he was already forgotten as Faye argued with Ed, and Jet pruned his bonsai trees. At least, that's what they wanted him to think. He saw the quick glances that Faye gave him, felt Jet's eyes boring into the back of his head. The only person on the ship who didn't really seem bothered by his return was the kid. She treated him as if he had never left. Oh, and Ein didn't really seem to care either.
Everything had happened so quickly. He suddenly knew who he was, where he was from, and what he'd been doing for that past couple of years. A bounty hunter. Spike Spiegel. From Mars. He felt a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Who'd have thought?
"Dinner!" he looked up in surprise as Ed jumped over the ugly yellow couch that he was sitting on and ran to the table on all fours, tongue hanging out of her mouth.
"Yaay!!" she cried, jumping into a seat. "Yummy, yummy beef. Ed loves food!" she proceeded to drop her face to the plate and inhale it, not even bothering with a fork. Or her hands, at that.
He sauntered to the table, hands behind his head. He got there at the same time as Faye, and froze. This was food?
"Uh, Jet? You sure this is edible?" he asked uncertainly, poking at it with his fork. He looked up to see the older man glaring at him.
"Now there is one thing that I didn't miss." Whatever. He shrugged his shoulders, and skewered a piece of what he thought was beef. He set in uncertainly in his mouth and chewed uncertainly. Oh, well. It wasn't that bad.
Dinner passed fairly quickly, with Faye grumbling darkly, Ed talking nonsense, and Ein whimpering miserably. When Jet wasn't looking, he watched Faye slip small morsels of food to it. Hadn't she been cursing at the mangy beast earlier?
As soon as she was finished eating, Faye jumped to her feet and took off for her room, leaving her plate on the table. Spike decided to follow suit, and found himself wandering around aimlessly a few minutes later, bored and frustrated again. After those few flashes of memory, nothing else had come. Certain things in the Bebop tugged at little pieces of his mind, but try as he did, nothing would come, and he would get angry. Coming here was supposed to help him, not drive him insane! He paced back and forth angrily for a few minutes before going to Faye's room.
"Faye?" he tried the knob, found it locked, so pounded on the door for a bit. "Faye, open up. It's me!"
"All right, all right! I'm coming." Faye jerked her door open and looked up at him in surprise. "Spike? What's wrong? Do you need something?"
"Can we talk?" maybe she could help him remember who he was."
"Yeah. Sure. Uh, come on in. She stepped back and allowed him into her room, which was sparsely furnished and a mess. Finding nowhere else to sit, he plopped down on the bed and put his head in his hands. Damn. He was getting a headache.
"What's up?" Faye joined him on the bed, wriggling around until she looked comfortable. With a sigh, he turned to her, running a hand through his hair.
"Can you tell me who I am?" she frowned in confusion.
"You're Spike Spiegel."
"No, no! Who am I? What do I like, how do I act, what do I do? Am I a nice person? Do I like beef? How long have you known me? How did I come to be on this ship? How did I lose my memory? I don't remember anything!" she was quiet for so long that he thought she wasn't going to answer, and was about to get up and go, when she began to speak softly.
"Spike, you are the biggest pain in the ass on any planet that we've been on. You're loud, annoying, rude, insolent, mean, lazy, and all you ever think about is food. You hate women, animals, and kids, and you only work when it interests you." She smiled slightly as he gaped at her. "That's why we love you. When you want to, you can kick ass, and you care, though you would never show it. You've got an incredible heart, thought there are times when I want to kill you. That's most of the time." She allowed him to digest this information for a few minutes while she surveyed her nails, and then she continued. "You do stupid stuff without thought for the consequences. And you left a hole in our lives the day you walked out of them. Damn you." She turned away from him and he thought for a moment that she might be fighting tears. For him? "Don't you ever walk away from us again Spike Spiegel. You hear?" She looked him in the eye fiercely and he'd been wrong. She looked angry for a moment, but it passed and she got to her feet.
"Well, that's the Spike Spiegel basics for you." He sat for a moment longer before also standing.
"Well, sounds like I'm out of your league." He joked, smiling brightly. He stumbled into the hall a few seconds later followed by a pillow and angry shouts.
"You're just as repulsive without your memory as with it!" the door slammed and he got to his feet, smiling. She hadn't helped much, but he now at least had an idea of what others thought of him. The sound of barking alerted him just in time to avoid being bitten by Ed.
"Mama!" he stumbled forward over the rubble, looking around desperately for his mother. Where could she be? "Mama!" he called again, choking on the dust that his passage kicked up. There'd been no warning. The explosion had taken them all completely by surprise and now he couldn't find anyone. "Mama!" he fought back tears as he looked around for some sign. A small movement caught his attention and he hurried to it, nearly falling several times before reaching his destination. "Mama!"
The young woman was covered with blood and buried under a large chunk of building. Her arms and part of her face were badly burned, and her eyes fever bright. With a cry, he began digging at the rocks and other debris covering her, trying to get her free. Her soft voice stopped him, and she looked at her face, vision blurred from tears.
"Don't hurt my baby. Take me, but spare my Spike. Don't let them hurt him."
"Mama!" he crawled over and lifted her head into his lap, stroking her matted hair. "It's all right. I'm okay, and you're going to be too." She didn't hear him, just kept on speaking nonsense.
"I had no idea! Please, believe me. Nobody told me. Nobody!" she jerked violently, and he tried to calm her, sobbing helplessly.
"Please, Mama. It's all right. I believe you. I do."
"It's not fair." She began to cry, then, eyes staring up sightlessly. "I gave my life away for them. They can't do this to me. They CAN'T. I have a son to provide for! I'm out. They can't stop me!" her expression changed suddenly, and her hand clutched his wrist as he stroked her face. "Tell my son," she whispered urgently. "Tell my son that I love him. I will always love him." Her body jerked and her eyes rolled back in her head, torso coming up off the ground.
"No!" he screamed trying to stop her. "No! No, don't leave me!" she jerked even more violently, and then the convulsions stopped just as suddenly as they had begun. Her green eyes stared up at him sightlessly. "No, no, no, no." he shook her urgently, trying to make her blink. "You're not dead. I won't let you be dead!" the tears began to flow faster and he shook her harder, knowing that it was futile. "NOOO!!!"
He woke up screaming, body covered in sweat. The only sound in the room for several moments was that of his harsh, terrified breathing. Slowly, he began to calm down, and realized that it had been a dream. Only a dream. He raised hands that were still shaking to his face, trying to think. It had felt so real. Was it another memory? He prayed that it hadn't been. He prayed to a God that he didn't believe in that it hadn't happened.
A/N: So, what do you think? I know, I know. It wasn't that good, but hey! I've been experiencing writers block lately, so this is the best I can do for now. Thank you everyone who reviewed last time, now please, review again. Pretty please?