-----The Woman Of My Dreams-----
---A Cowboy Bebop Fanfiction---
-----DISCLAIMER-----
I owned Spike at one time in my life. He was a gerbil who met a terrible fate at the hands of my other gerbil, The Brain, who ate him. I own nothing but this humble story I present before ye.
-----AUTHOR'S NOTES-----
Ok, this is my first fic, unless you count the endless ideas floating around my head, so let me know if you like it. I would really hate to waste
my time on this if you don't like it. Oh yea, and I introduce a new
character. Kind of. I guess I do own her.
Spike shot straight up in bed and looked around the quiet room, sighing in frustration as he realized he was alone. It had all been a dream, that woman, with her shocking eyes and sad smile. Why couldn't he get her outta his head? Glancing at the clock, he made his way downstairs and flumped onto the comfy yellow couch. It would be at least four hours until his crewmates would awaken. Spike futilely searched his pockets for a cigarette, but could find none. Folding his arms behind his head, he lay back and let his mind wander over the strange dreams that had been stealing his sleep for the last month. A beautiful redhead huddled in the corner of a cold, dark room, tears streaming from her sad, slate grey eyes. Spike longed to comfort her as her body shook with convulsive sobs, but he couldn't make his legs move, he was frozen there, watching the girl as an audience watches a play. As she shifted her hips to gain a more comfortable position on the filthy floor, Spike noticed that her ankles and wrists were bound, connected by a long chain, leaving her utterly defenseless. All of a sudden, a burly looking thug burst through the door opposite the girl and pulled her to her feet. She winced and turned her face, now only millimeters from his, toward Spike's corner. "Where is it?!? Where are you hiding the....," the thug began to demand, fist raised above hid head, but was instantaneously silenced by Spike bringing the butt of his gun down on the back of his head. He caught the stumbling girl and threw her over his shoulders as men began chasing them from the room. "Who are you?!" the woman gasped as Spike fired over their heads. "That's not important right now, how do we get outta here?!" Spike panted, running down a seemingly endless hallway, and sprinting up a flight of stairs. He burst through a door at the top and stumbled onto a beach like no other. He gently placed the girl on the ground and stared about him. The sand was pitch black and there wasn't a sign of life as far as the eye could see. He stood in wonder for a moment and then snapped back to reality as the woman on the ground struggled to free herself from her bindings. "Are you alright?" He asked as he untied her ankles, and started on her wrists. Satisfied with the little nod he received, he ventured to ask more, "Who are you? And why are you hanging around goons like that?" "My name is......" "SPIKE!! Are you going to sleep all day, or would you care to help bring in some cash?" Spike groaned and turned over on the couch, only to see an angry Jet standing over him, frowning. "Ok, ok. I'm coming, hold your damn horses!" He told jet as he slumped of to his room to dress. The mystery woman haunting his dreams would just have to wait another night.
A/N- Ok, this is short, but it was a lot longer on paper. Besides, I have writers cramp, and this irking grumbling in my stomach, me thinks it wants some food. More to come soon, I promise! Please comment and let me know
if you like it, or if you have any suggestions!
---A Cowboy Bebop Fanfiction---
-----DISCLAIMER-----
I owned Spike at one time in my life. He was a gerbil who met a terrible fate at the hands of my other gerbil, The Brain, who ate him. I own nothing but this humble story I present before ye.
-----AUTHOR'S NOTES-----
Ok, this is my first fic, unless you count the endless ideas floating around my head, so let me know if you like it. I would really hate to waste
my time on this if you don't like it. Oh yea, and I introduce a new
character. Kind of. I guess I do own her.
Spike shot straight up in bed and looked around the quiet room, sighing in frustration as he realized he was alone. It had all been a dream, that woman, with her shocking eyes and sad smile. Why couldn't he get her outta his head? Glancing at the clock, he made his way downstairs and flumped onto the comfy yellow couch. It would be at least four hours until his crewmates would awaken. Spike futilely searched his pockets for a cigarette, but could find none. Folding his arms behind his head, he lay back and let his mind wander over the strange dreams that had been stealing his sleep for the last month. A beautiful redhead huddled in the corner of a cold, dark room, tears streaming from her sad, slate grey eyes. Spike longed to comfort her as her body shook with convulsive sobs, but he couldn't make his legs move, he was frozen there, watching the girl as an audience watches a play. As she shifted her hips to gain a more comfortable position on the filthy floor, Spike noticed that her ankles and wrists were bound, connected by a long chain, leaving her utterly defenseless. All of a sudden, a burly looking thug burst through the door opposite the girl and pulled her to her feet. She winced and turned her face, now only millimeters from his, toward Spike's corner. "Where is it?!? Where are you hiding the....," the thug began to demand, fist raised above hid head, but was instantaneously silenced by Spike bringing the butt of his gun down on the back of his head. He caught the stumbling girl and threw her over his shoulders as men began chasing them from the room. "Who are you?!" the woman gasped as Spike fired over their heads. "That's not important right now, how do we get outta here?!" Spike panted, running down a seemingly endless hallway, and sprinting up a flight of stairs. He burst through a door at the top and stumbled onto a beach like no other. He gently placed the girl on the ground and stared about him. The sand was pitch black and there wasn't a sign of life as far as the eye could see. He stood in wonder for a moment and then snapped back to reality as the woman on the ground struggled to free herself from her bindings. "Are you alright?" He asked as he untied her ankles, and started on her wrists. Satisfied with the little nod he received, he ventured to ask more, "Who are you? And why are you hanging around goons like that?" "My name is......" "SPIKE!! Are you going to sleep all day, or would you care to help bring in some cash?" Spike groaned and turned over on the couch, only to see an angry Jet standing over him, frowning. "Ok, ok. I'm coming, hold your damn horses!" He told jet as he slumped of to his room to dress. The mystery woman haunting his dreams would just have to wait another night.
A/N- Ok, this is short, but it was a lot longer on paper. Besides, I have writers cramp, and this irking grumbling in my stomach, me thinks it wants some food. More to come soon, I promise! Please comment and let me know
if you like it, or if you have any suggestions!