Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop. . .
Thank yous go out to those who reviewed! Um. . . I think that after this one, there's only going to be one or two chapters. I'm trying to get it all summed up before I get writer's block for another year, lol. I'm not sure, I might think of something before I finish it and add a few extra chapters, but don't hold your breath! Anyway, this is pretty much just a filler chapter. Bebop Reunion.
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Jet watched in slight satisfaction as two ISSP officers escorted Robert out of the ship. Another man had gotten Jet up on onto a chair, seeing to his wounds as best he could. In all reality, Jet wasn't hurt as bad as it looked like he was. Ed was smiling happily and dancing around the Bebop with Ein clinging to her head for dear life. Grinning, Jet stood, trying to force the ache out of his bones.
He had to go find Spike before he got himself in trouble. Actually, knowing Spike, he was probably already in trouble. Beeping came from the control room, signaling that someone was trying to contact him. Excusing himself from the questioning officer, he walked into the room, pressing a button. He shot a dirty look at the officer that attempted to follow him, stopping the younger man in his tracks.
Spike's face popped up, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He obviously didn't expect anyone to answer because when Jet did, Spike's eyes widened. "What the hell happened to you?" he asked, eyeing Jet's bandaged nose and black eye. "Robert happened. Where are you? I'm coming to pick you up," Jet said, trying to ignore the question. He flicked a few switches below the screen before looking back up to Spike and repeating the question. "Where are you?"
Spike laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Oh, I'm at Faye's. . ."
Oh yes, he was in trouble.
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Faye stared at Spike through emerald eyes. Soft tendrils of smoke wove their way through the air as she let go of the breath she'd been holding. Jet didn't object to her coming back as she thought. He actually wanted to get there faster. Faye shrugged at Spike as she stood, grabbing her gun and a few extra clips along with tossing Spike's Jericho to him.
He grinned slightly, tucking his comm into his pocket and standing. There was a bullet hole in both his shirt and his jacket, but both were crudely sowed up and washed. Faye somehow had managed to get his shirt off of him, and then get it back on. You can bet she had fun doing that. "I guess we'll go back to the docking bay. That's where Jet wants to meet us," he then said, walking toward the door.
Faye nodded and wordlessly followed him, yawning slightly. They two had to walk to the docking bay, which was a few miles away. Faye left most of the things she had acquired over the short period of time that they were apart. She didn't seem worried about anything other than her weapons and her makeup, which was haphazardly tossed into a bag and slung over her shoulder.
The first half mile went by in silence, listening to the sounds of cars vrooming by. Spike was leaving a trail of cigarette butts, Faye following his example after a mile. "How much money do you have left?" The man questioned out of the blue. He earned a shrug from Faye, "Not much." He snorted, wondering what the woman spent it on. Probably horses. However, he didn't voice his suspicions and merely kept up the pace.
He knew it was coming before Faye even said the words. "I don't know why we have to walk up there anyway! Why can't he just come get us?" Faye asked loudly, pouting. "Because he doesn't have a ship in working order at the moment," Spike replied coolly, lighting another cancer stick. "Well, get one," she grumbled, settling back into silence once more.
Faye watched with bored eyes as another car passed, the whirring of a spacecraft zooming over the heads. "Spike?" she said, her voice low but he was still able to hear it. "Yeah?" he asked nonchalantly, taking a final drag from his cigarette before dropping it the ground in front of him and stepping on it as he walked by. There was silence behind him and he twisted his head to see if Faye was okay. She was gazing into space, that was, until she noticed Spike staring at her.
"Why'd you come help me?" she asked. "With Brian, I mean," she added hastily, shifting the small bag that rested hanging from one shoulder. The fuzzy-haired man was quiet for a moment. "I'm not sure. . ." he answered, looking up into the sky. Faye narrowed her eyes, obviously expecting a different answer. "Oh. . .lunkhead," she said, annoyance dripping from her voice. She sped up her pace, stepping in front of him and more than a few feet ahead.
Spike grinned cockily, shrugging as he resisted the urge to grab another cigarette. He only had three left, and if Faye kept up this he might need them later.
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Jet grumbled as he landed the Bebop. Ed and Ein were sitting, watching him. The girl's position was almost the same as the Welsh Corgi's as she stared. "What?" he asked, blinking once and pulling out a cigarette. A rumbling noise coming from that direction answered his question. Ed whined and fell over as Ein barked. "Yeah, it's a little late for our usual dinner, isn't it? Sorry guys, but it'll have to wait," he informed the two hopeful members of the Bebop.
Ed whined loudly, scrambling to her feet before finally darting off into another room. Ein followed after her, yipping happily despite his lack of chow. Jet sighed heavily, stepping out of the Bebop and grudgingly paying the docking owner for a night. He then sat down outside of the ship, drawing a cigarette from his pack and lighting it. The man settled in to wait for the two trouble makers, presuming that they'd probably take much longer to get there than they said they would.
So, Faye really was alive. 'She didn't tell us,' Jet thought bitterly, frowning as he blew smoke out of his nose. Why not? That was the question. Her belongs still resided on the Bebop. She was usually stealing money from them, even when they didn't have any. So why'd she stay away? The man's brows furrowed as he thought. And what was that with Robert? That bounty hunt went wrong. So, he worked for Code. Jet already knew that. But what was with taking Jet hostage? Perhaps to get back at Spike for something?
Before Jet could think on it further, two boots came into view. He only noticed just then that he'd been staring at the ground. His head snapped up to see Spike standing there, trademark grin settled over his lips. Jet returned the expression with a grin of his own, peering behind him to see Faye standing there, either looking around as if she was pretending not to care or nervous.
Jet put on a frown, standing and taking a few steps toward her. "You know, I really shouldn't let you back on this ship," he then said, trying to sound angry. Faye looked taken aback by this, but she covered the expression with a mask of anger. "You shouldn't huh? Well then why in the hell am I here?" she asked, her voice a loud growl. Spike quirked an eyebrow, staring at Jet. "Besides, you'll let me on the ship anyway!" Faye then added, her voice taking on a more defiant tone.
"Well, if you keep that attitude up, you won't be going onto that ship," Jet told her before stepping out of her way, motioning her to the Bebop. However, as Faye started to walk once again, a hand fell on her shoulder. Jet's hand. The real one. She looked back at him, an eyebrow quirked. "Huh?" the word escaped her mouth before she could stop it. Jet allowed a smile to inch onto his face. "Welcome back."
"Uh, Jet. . ." Spike said from ahead of him. He was standing inside of the Bebop, smoke swirling around him. A lot of smoke. "What were you cooking?" He asked as he tried to bat away the gassy substance. "Nothing. . ." Jet replied warily as he stepped into the ship, running into the kitchen.
That was where he found Ed with a pot on her head and a grin that was an inch bigger than usual. She shoved a bowl of something under his nose. Some sort of food, but nothing that would taste good. It was more than likely about ten different foodstuffs mixed together. "Want some?" the girl asked cheerfully.
"ED!!!"
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I know that chapter was EXTREMELY BORING. Absolutely NOTHING HAPPENED. However, I had to do it because I wanted to have a chapter of non-chalance in there without the fighting or the crying, or the typical drama going on. Plus, I needed Spike and Faye to get back to the Bebop. And it makes the story longer. So, deal with it, lol. Review please! If only to tell me to write more exciting chapters. Thanks for reading, cya.