I made this chapter another songfic. Yes it'll be a story. I hope you don't
mind the continuous songfics, I might stop eventually, but for now the
chapters to come will more than likely be songfics. I hope you like this
chapter. The song is "Good Times Gone" by Nickelback. I'm not really sure
what it has to do with the fic. Maybe Spike is wondering where the good
times in his life went or something? The story starts after the first set
of lyrics, as usual.
~*~ = Lyrics
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop or "Good Times Gone" by Nickelback.
Good Times Gone
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~*~
Lost it on the chesterfield
Or maybe on a gambling wheel
Lost it in a diamond mine
It's dark as hell and hard to find
~*~
"If you saw her buried, why didn't you tell me?" Jet asked Spike.
"I didn't. The doctors said something about I shouldn't be around because it was something that something about something that happened when she was in that freezer something thing."
"Do you know what you just said?"
"What?"
"Something.um.she something done something.doctor something.about something freezer something. Need me to explain better?"
Spike shook his head.
"Yeah, probably sounded dumb, huh?" Spike looked at space.
"Dumb isn't the word for it, buddy." Jet said.
You could tell he was trying to lighten the mood. It only partially worked. Jet decided not to ask what Spike really meant. Jet walked into the control room to ready for the landing. He would be docking the ship there for a while. They needed fuel and supplies and they needed to.Jet didn't want to think about it.
~*~
Well you can climb to the top of the highest tree
You can look around but you still won't see
What I'm looking for
~*~
Spike wouldn't stop kicking himself internally for not helping. He tried to make himself stop blaming himself by saying that the man was stopping him, but he wouldn't let himself believe that. Really the man wouldn't let him help. Spike was filled with guilt that he didn't help the woman he. He didn't dare say it, but he had lost them both because of his stupid actions and it was killing him inside.
He needed to stop thinking about it, but everything around him made him somehow think of her. Spike quit looking at space. He was supposed to be going with Jet and he knew he wouldn't have a lot of time to train, but he found himself with nothing else to do. Spike walked to the training room. The scene flashed back to his mind. He tried to shake the thought, but couldn't.
Spike jogged over to and started punching and kicking whatever he felt like. The punching bag (is that what they are called, lol?) took three hard blows and broke in half spilling its contents all over the floor. That's what he wanted to do to that man that had killed Faye. Actually, Spike wouldn't even call him a man.
~*~
Where the good times gone
Where the good times gone
All that stupid fun and all that shit we've done
Where the good times gone
Well I still don't know
~*~
Soon enough they arrived. Soon enough Spike was yelled at for training. Soon enough Jet almost killed him for breaking the punching bag (?). Spike hardly heard a word. He wasn't looking forward to going to the gravesite. Seeing the freshly filled dirt, a gravestone (tombstone?), if they had even gotten around to that. Over all of his other thoughts Spike wondered why the hospital would pay for the death and funeral and to deny Spike of being there.
Spike was jerked out of his thoughts when Jet called him. Spike quickly pulled himself together as best he could and walked over to Jet's side.
"We'll go get the supplies first." Jet announced and walked off the ship.
He paid for docking a day or so and walked back to Spike.
"Let's go." Spike stopped for a moment. "Why are we walking."
"It isn't that far."
"How are we going to carry the stuff back?"
"Good question." Jet walked back into the hangar.
"Can't you just get this stuff delivered to you?" Spike called after him.
"In other places. Not here."
Spike mumbled some curses, put out his cigarette, and walked into the hangar.
~*~
Out in the back in the old corn field
Underneath the tractor wheel
Thought I'd dig till I found it first
Broke my back and died of thirst
~*~
Soon after they had everything worked out and Jet wanted to go to the cemetery, but Spike wasn't so sure.
"Spike, are you coming." Jet yelled.
Spike looked at him, thought for what seemed like an eternity, and nodded.
"Then lets go." Jet got into the hammerhead.
Spike boarded his ship. He tried to concentrate on anything other then where Jet and him were going. The ride wasn't that long, but Spike wished it was. He didn't want to get there. The ship landed not that far from the cemetery. Spike didn't get out when Jet did.
Jet walked over to his ship and when he saw Spike wasn't paying any attention to him he banged on the side of the ship. Spike usually wasn't jumpy, but he almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the banging. Grumbling, Spike opened the cockpit and jumped down beside Jet.
"Since when did 'you' zone out?" Jet asked.
Spike shook his head and lighted a cigarette. Jet stared at him. Spike noticed his staring and gave him a 'what?' look.
"Don't you have any respect?" Jet asked.
"Since when were you not aloud to smoke in a cemetery?" Spike asked.
"When you learn manners, but obviously someone didn't."
~*~
Well you can bribe the devil, you can pray to God
You can sell of every thing you've got
And you still won't know
~*~
Spike stood there and finished his cigarette. He dropped it and stepped on it to put it out. Jet was staring at him again.
"Oh, so now you can't put cigarettes out on cemetery grounds?" Spike was sarcastic.
"I'd like to see the person whose grave that is grab your foot and pull you down with him." Jet said.
Spike looked at the gravestone.
"Uh, Jet." Spike began.
"What?"
"It's not a 'him'."
"Oh, brother."
Jet started walking again. Spike lagged behind. Way behind. They walked for what felt like a mile until they found her grave. Spike looked behind him. A black ship landed by Jet's. Spike had a hunch they weren't here to mourn over a family loss. If they were after Spike and Jet they wouldn't have any trouble finding them because Spike left a trail of cigarette buts.
"Hey, Jet!"
"Huh?"
"Look at that." Spike motioned behind him to the ship.
Jet missed the ship, but he saw the cigarettes. Jet grabbed what was left of his hair.
"Spike! What the-"
"Not that, the ship." Spike interrupted.
"Can't say that's good."
~*~
Where the good times gone
Where the good times gone
And all that stupid fun and all that shit we've done
Where the good times gone
And you still don't know
~*~
"Think it's trouble?" Jet asked.
"I thought you didn't jump to conclusions."
"I usually don't, but look what happened to Faye."
That hurt.
"Come on. Let's play a game of spy."
"Where?"
"I don't know. You're the one who knows everything."
"Come on." Jet motioned to a few trees and gravestones.
~*~
Saw it on the silver screen
Preacher says 'Don't know what it means'
Last page ad in a comic book
Bought me a map, told me where to look
~*~
"I'm gonna get ticks." Spike protested.
"You've had worse." Jet said as he ducked behind one of the large gravestones.
Spike gave him a dirty look as he hid half behind a tree and another large gravestone. To men in black walked up. One was the man that had killed Faye. Spike wanted so bad to just jump out and kill him then, but he decided to see what they were doing there first.
"Come on, Code. Cemeteries freak me out." The other man said to the one who killed Faye.
"Everything freaks you out." Code muttered.
'So that's your name.funky name' Spike thought.
"Miss Valentine, sorry about the inconvenience. I hope you aren't lonely. Don't worry about it. Your partner will soon be joining you." Code sounded worse than Vicious.
More venom and rage. Give him a katana and call him Vicious's evil-er stepbrother. Code took out a gun and shoot at the gravestone. That was it. All logic in Spike's mind was replaced by rage. He jumped out from behind he gravestone and charged Code with bullets flying.
~*~
It ain't carved of stone or made of wood
And if you pay for it then it ain't no good
And you still won't know
What I'm looking for
~*~
Jet tried to stop him, but failed. The man by Code was hit, but Code somehow managed to dodge them. Spike ran out of bullets and Code took this chance to fire on Spike. Spike ducked behind a grave stone. It was fired at repeatedly until there was nothing left but chunks of rock. There wasn't a body either. C
Code looked around. Spike jumped behind Code and hit him. Spike had somehow managed to duck behind various gravestones and make his way behind Code. Code was out of bullets, but he drew another gun. Jet shot Code in the back, but Code didn't fall. He just stood there and the gun dropped out of his hands and fell to the ground.
Jet ran over to Spike and somehow managed to overpower him and drag him back to the ship. Spike looked back to see if Code was still there, but he wasn't. Spike flew the ship around the cemetery five times to see if he could see Code, but it was in vain. After about and hour of persuading Jet managed to get him to come back to the Bebop.
When they were finally gone Code resurfaced and walked over to his partner lying on the ground. He checked his pulse just in case, but he already knew there wouldn't be one.
"Goodbye, brother." Code said.
He stood up and looked at the sky where the two ships had disappeared.
"So, Spiegel. We are even.for now."
~*~
Where the good times gone
Where the good times gone
All that stupid fun and all that shit we've done
Where the good times gone
~*~
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Code's brother wasn't much of a fighter, was he? I didn't describe Code much, but he looks like Vicious. (That was another thing I was implying by the evil-er stepbrother thing.) I hope you liked. I know, it was a little chopped up. Please REVIEW. I don't know when the next chapter will be up. Just don't think it will be soon because I have other things I have to do and I need to think of what is going to happen in the next chapter. Cya!
~*~ = Lyrics
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop or "Good Times Gone" by Nickelback.
Good Times Gone
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~*~
Lost it on the chesterfield
Or maybe on a gambling wheel
Lost it in a diamond mine
It's dark as hell and hard to find
~*~
"If you saw her buried, why didn't you tell me?" Jet asked Spike.
"I didn't. The doctors said something about I shouldn't be around because it was something that something about something that happened when she was in that freezer something thing."
"Do you know what you just said?"
"What?"
"Something.um.she something done something.doctor something.about something freezer something. Need me to explain better?"
Spike shook his head.
"Yeah, probably sounded dumb, huh?" Spike looked at space.
"Dumb isn't the word for it, buddy." Jet said.
You could tell he was trying to lighten the mood. It only partially worked. Jet decided not to ask what Spike really meant. Jet walked into the control room to ready for the landing. He would be docking the ship there for a while. They needed fuel and supplies and they needed to.Jet didn't want to think about it.
~*~
Well you can climb to the top of the highest tree
You can look around but you still won't see
What I'm looking for
~*~
Spike wouldn't stop kicking himself internally for not helping. He tried to make himself stop blaming himself by saying that the man was stopping him, but he wouldn't let himself believe that. Really the man wouldn't let him help. Spike was filled with guilt that he didn't help the woman he. He didn't dare say it, but he had lost them both because of his stupid actions and it was killing him inside.
He needed to stop thinking about it, but everything around him made him somehow think of her. Spike quit looking at space. He was supposed to be going with Jet and he knew he wouldn't have a lot of time to train, but he found himself with nothing else to do. Spike walked to the training room. The scene flashed back to his mind. He tried to shake the thought, but couldn't.
Spike jogged over to and started punching and kicking whatever he felt like. The punching bag (is that what they are called, lol?) took three hard blows and broke in half spilling its contents all over the floor. That's what he wanted to do to that man that had killed Faye. Actually, Spike wouldn't even call him a man.
~*~
Where the good times gone
Where the good times gone
All that stupid fun and all that shit we've done
Where the good times gone
Well I still don't know
~*~
Soon enough they arrived. Soon enough Spike was yelled at for training. Soon enough Jet almost killed him for breaking the punching bag (?). Spike hardly heard a word. He wasn't looking forward to going to the gravesite. Seeing the freshly filled dirt, a gravestone (tombstone?), if they had even gotten around to that. Over all of his other thoughts Spike wondered why the hospital would pay for the death and funeral and to deny Spike of being there.
Spike was jerked out of his thoughts when Jet called him. Spike quickly pulled himself together as best he could and walked over to Jet's side.
"We'll go get the supplies first." Jet announced and walked off the ship.
He paid for docking a day or so and walked back to Spike.
"Let's go." Spike stopped for a moment. "Why are we walking."
"It isn't that far."
"How are we going to carry the stuff back?"
"Good question." Jet walked back into the hangar.
"Can't you just get this stuff delivered to you?" Spike called after him.
"In other places. Not here."
Spike mumbled some curses, put out his cigarette, and walked into the hangar.
~*~
Out in the back in the old corn field
Underneath the tractor wheel
Thought I'd dig till I found it first
Broke my back and died of thirst
~*~
Soon after they had everything worked out and Jet wanted to go to the cemetery, but Spike wasn't so sure.
"Spike, are you coming." Jet yelled.
Spike looked at him, thought for what seemed like an eternity, and nodded.
"Then lets go." Jet got into the hammerhead.
Spike boarded his ship. He tried to concentrate on anything other then where Jet and him were going. The ride wasn't that long, but Spike wished it was. He didn't want to get there. The ship landed not that far from the cemetery. Spike didn't get out when Jet did.
Jet walked over to his ship and when he saw Spike wasn't paying any attention to him he banged on the side of the ship. Spike usually wasn't jumpy, but he almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the banging. Grumbling, Spike opened the cockpit and jumped down beside Jet.
"Since when did 'you' zone out?" Jet asked.
Spike shook his head and lighted a cigarette. Jet stared at him. Spike noticed his staring and gave him a 'what?' look.
"Don't you have any respect?" Jet asked.
"Since when were you not aloud to smoke in a cemetery?" Spike asked.
"When you learn manners, but obviously someone didn't."
~*~
Well you can bribe the devil, you can pray to God
You can sell of every thing you've got
And you still won't know
~*~
Spike stood there and finished his cigarette. He dropped it and stepped on it to put it out. Jet was staring at him again.
"Oh, so now you can't put cigarettes out on cemetery grounds?" Spike was sarcastic.
"I'd like to see the person whose grave that is grab your foot and pull you down with him." Jet said.
Spike looked at the gravestone.
"Uh, Jet." Spike began.
"What?"
"It's not a 'him'."
"Oh, brother."
Jet started walking again. Spike lagged behind. Way behind. They walked for what felt like a mile until they found her grave. Spike looked behind him. A black ship landed by Jet's. Spike had a hunch they weren't here to mourn over a family loss. If they were after Spike and Jet they wouldn't have any trouble finding them because Spike left a trail of cigarette buts.
"Hey, Jet!"
"Huh?"
"Look at that." Spike motioned behind him to the ship.
Jet missed the ship, but he saw the cigarettes. Jet grabbed what was left of his hair.
"Spike! What the-"
"Not that, the ship." Spike interrupted.
"Can't say that's good."
~*~
Where the good times gone
Where the good times gone
And all that stupid fun and all that shit we've done
Where the good times gone
And you still don't know
~*~
"Think it's trouble?" Jet asked.
"I thought you didn't jump to conclusions."
"I usually don't, but look what happened to Faye."
That hurt.
"Come on. Let's play a game of spy."
"Where?"
"I don't know. You're the one who knows everything."
"Come on." Jet motioned to a few trees and gravestones.
~*~
Saw it on the silver screen
Preacher says 'Don't know what it means'
Last page ad in a comic book
Bought me a map, told me where to look
~*~
"I'm gonna get ticks." Spike protested.
"You've had worse." Jet said as he ducked behind one of the large gravestones.
Spike gave him a dirty look as he hid half behind a tree and another large gravestone. To men in black walked up. One was the man that had killed Faye. Spike wanted so bad to just jump out and kill him then, but he decided to see what they were doing there first.
"Come on, Code. Cemeteries freak me out." The other man said to the one who killed Faye.
"Everything freaks you out." Code muttered.
'So that's your name.funky name' Spike thought.
"Miss Valentine, sorry about the inconvenience. I hope you aren't lonely. Don't worry about it. Your partner will soon be joining you." Code sounded worse than Vicious.
More venom and rage. Give him a katana and call him Vicious's evil-er stepbrother. Code took out a gun and shoot at the gravestone. That was it. All logic in Spike's mind was replaced by rage. He jumped out from behind he gravestone and charged Code with bullets flying.
~*~
It ain't carved of stone or made of wood
And if you pay for it then it ain't no good
And you still won't know
What I'm looking for
~*~
Jet tried to stop him, but failed. The man by Code was hit, but Code somehow managed to dodge them. Spike ran out of bullets and Code took this chance to fire on Spike. Spike ducked behind a grave stone. It was fired at repeatedly until there was nothing left but chunks of rock. There wasn't a body either. C
Code looked around. Spike jumped behind Code and hit him. Spike had somehow managed to duck behind various gravestones and make his way behind Code. Code was out of bullets, but he drew another gun. Jet shot Code in the back, but Code didn't fall. He just stood there and the gun dropped out of his hands and fell to the ground.
Jet ran over to Spike and somehow managed to overpower him and drag him back to the ship. Spike looked back to see if Code was still there, but he wasn't. Spike flew the ship around the cemetery five times to see if he could see Code, but it was in vain. After about and hour of persuading Jet managed to get him to come back to the Bebop.
When they were finally gone Code resurfaced and walked over to his partner lying on the ground. He checked his pulse just in case, but he already knew there wouldn't be one.
"Goodbye, brother." Code said.
He stood up and looked at the sky where the two ships had disappeared.
"So, Spiegel. We are even.for now."
~*~
Where the good times gone
Where the good times gone
All that stupid fun and all that shit we've done
Where the good times gone
~*~
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Code's brother wasn't much of a fighter, was he? I didn't describe Code much, but he looks like Vicious. (That was another thing I was implying by the evil-er stepbrother thing.) I hope you liked. I know, it was a little chopped up. Please REVIEW. I don't know when the next chapter will be up. Just don't think it will be soon because I have other things I have to do and I need to think of what is going to happen in the next chapter. Cya!