Sorry, the story was not supposed to be listed as a parody, I'm not sure how that happened because it wasn't listed as that before. Please forgive me please.
A/N: Considering her previous method of transportation, the scooter, I thought she would like a dune buggy.
Another authors note: to the person or people that feel the need to be ugly about their opinion on Spike's mortality, Cowboy Bebop is just a story that is left to the viewer to decide how it ends, so that is what we do here on this forum. If your post had been meant to be anything other than hurtful I would ignore it, but by going to every post series story and attacking them you are just, as my father would say, "lettin' your dumb hang out." Get over it, none of it is real, it is just a good story, which is why we care about the characters, but it is just a story.
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Early the next morning Ed was in her garage putting the apparent final touches on her car when Spike popped up with a duffle bag. "So, what exactly is this thing anyway?"
"It is called a Dune Buggy. It is an open air off road vehicle. That means that it does not require pavement to drive on and it handles well on loose soil."
"I know what off road means. Why didn't you just build a regular car like the one Jet and Faye are using?" He glanced to other end of the room where a standard four-door sedan was parked next to Jet's Hammerhead. Jet and Faye were turning into a boring married couple right before his eyes. Surprisingly, the thought of being half of a boring married couple was appealing. This alarmed him.
Ed ignored him and continued with her work. Her hair was down today, falling to long red waves down her back. She wore ugly baggy green cargo pants and a fitted black tank top that made her look a little bit like she was out of an old American war flick or something. She slipped a jacket on that matched the pants as she prepared to climb in her car. She looked strangely appealing in this get up. He threw is duffle bag in the back of the car. "What do you think your doing?"
"I'm coming with you, remember. We talked about this yesterday."
Ed snatched the bag out of the car and dropped it on the ground. "I told you that you were not coming with me. I meant it."
"Are you afraid your boyfriend will get jealous. I'll try to keep my hands under control," Spike retorted as he picked up his bag and dropped it back into the buggy.
"For the last time, Sean is not my boyfriend, and he never will be if you come along," Ed snapped as she threw it on the ground again.
Spike felt a moment of triumph, then a pang of disappointment as he once again placed his duffle in the car. "So you admit that you like him, then."
"Of course I like him. He is a handsome, young, intelligent, nice man. What is not to like?"
"Are you saying that I'm not nice?" Spike asked. By this time they were fighting over the luggage, trying to tear it from each other's grasp.
"I'm saying you scare people, Spike. You're worse than Jet. People take one look at you and move back 3 paces." Her free hand was swinging wildly as she gestured and Spike had to duck to keep from getting smacked with it.
Spike frowned at her. "In our line of work there is nothing wrong with being a little intimidating, and besides, you've never been afraid of me."
"You met me ten years ago, right? I could control your ship with a toy remote control and had a scooter that went 60 miles an hour. If I didn't want you to track me down, you wouldn't have. The only reason you found me in the first place was because I let you. I had nothing to be afraid of."
Crap, she was spunky. Spike vaguely remembered something someone once told him about red heads and tempers. He ignored the warning signs flashing bright red in the back of his mind. Not far behind Ed sat a can of used motor oil waiting to be disposed of. Ed reached behind her, grabbed it, and dumped it over his head. Once green hair was now a sticky black, and it ran down his back, ruining his suit. "Uh-oh, Spike-person needs a bath," she said, imitating her childhood self.
Spike made a move to grab her and smear it on her as well, but she snatched up her trusty ratchet and held it in a defensive position. A sudden smirk spread across his face. "All right, you win. I won't go with you." He turned and walked out of the room, Ed watching him the entire way to be sure he didn't try anything.
Faye was sitting on the couch in the living area as Spike walked passed on his way to the shower. "What happened to you!?" she exclaimed, jumping up as quickly as her growing frame would allow and moving the rug that was in his path.
"Nothing," he responded, nonchalantly sticking his hands in his pockets and whistling.
"Fine, don't tell me, just don't touch my stuff, you got that, Spike Spiegel, or there'll be Hell to pay!" she yelled after him. "And use your own soap!" The question of 'is soap self-cleaning' had yet to be answered.
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"Faye, are you ready to go yet, or what? The appointment is in an hour." Jet stood in the doorway of their shared bedroom watching her pack a small bag of supplies. "We'll be back before dark you know, you don't have to take half the ship with you."
"Jet, you need to learn to relax." Faye stood up straight and looked over her shoulder at him. "I was just thinking it had been awhile since the two of us had a couple nights away from the ship. You know, get away from the fighting Ed and Spike, get a nice hotel room with a Jacuzzi, order room service. It might be our last chance before the baby comes, and then we'll have to be responsible parents." The vision of Spike headed toward the shower earlier this morning had convinced her.
"Are you sure, I mean," Jet asked, concerned.
Faye walked towards him in the most sultry fashion she could, being 6 months pregnant, and Jet had never seen anything more beautiful. "Of course I'm sure, it'll be great, you'll see."
"All right, I'll get a change of clothes."
Faye threw a bag at him. "I already packed for you. Let's go."
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Spike poured a third handful of Faye's shampoo into his hand and began working it into his hair. As he worked the mass of green hair into a lather he sent a prayer of thanks to whoever had installed a larger water heater, because this stuff did not want to come off. "At least I didn't get any in my eyes. That would've sucked." After one more wash of his hair he figured he was about as clean as he was going to get and climbed out of the shower. "Damn, no towels." He slid the door open and peeked out. It was quiet. "Hello, anyone there?" Silence.
"I guess everyone's gone." He still dashed to his room.
Spike dug a towel from his laundry pile and quickly dried off, then put on a clean suit with his trademark bad tie and yellow shirt. "Well, I have the ship to myself, what will I do until I decide to go crash Ed's party."
Spike wandered the halls for a few minutes before he came the other bedrooms. The nursery was Fay's old room and the door had been painted pink with little flowers all over it. Ed got a little carried away with the decorating. Then there was Faye and Jet's room, boring. Ed's was next in the line, a little farther down the hall. "Interesting. If I do this and she finds out, she'll kill me." He opened the door.
Nothing about the room struck him at first, it seemed to be a typical early twenties female's room, a little messy with clothes surrounding the laundry basket, but few actually making it in. She did have a bigger bed than his though, hmmm, and unmade. It had a deep red bedspread with dark flowers on it and an abundance of frilly pillows, and in the center of the bed lay a piece of electrical equipment she had apparently been working on and fallen asleep. "I guess she plans to finish it when she gets back."
She had a desk on one wall were the famous Tomato slept and in one corner there was a doggie bed where Ein used to sleep. In the opposite corner was the pot from when they were chasing Vincent on Mars. The walls were covered in pictures. Most were of the Bebop crew at various stages of their lives. He was even in a couple of the ones from 10 years ago.
"Hmmm, where did this come from?" On the wall was a picture of himself walking down the street with Julia. He even recognized the time and place. Seven years ago when they were on Jupiter. It was one of the few quiet weekends they had together.
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As always, read and review.See later Space Cowboy.
PS: just saw the movie, had to include the old pot Ed was climbing in.