O.o;; Okay, I won't do chapters like that again, lol. What happened to my reviewers? No one even told me it sucked! Odd.
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop.
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Faye's hand slipped from the cart she was pushing. What had just happened? A sick feeling in the pit of her stomach had been aroused and it threatened to come up her throat in the form of bile. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. She spun around, hoping to see Gage standing there. He wasn't. Damn! Where was he? That's right. She'd told him to go get shrimp. Starting off at a jog toward the sign labeled seafood, she left the cart and a bewildered looking old lady behind.
Ignoring the others and trying not to run into anyone, she frantically searched for Gage. Where was he? This was definitely not her day. The sick feeling she knew now wasn't because she was going to throw up. It was a bad feeling. . .a premonition or warning of sorts. 'Gage. . .where are you?' The woman asked herself as she took step after step, searching through the store. Faye was trying to convince herself nothing was wrong, but that motherly instinct kept telling her that it wasn't so. Damn thing.
Before she knew it, Gage's name had slipped past her lips in the form of a yell. Men and women around her looked her way, all wondering what had come over this woman. Was she crazy? A few nodded to themselves, persuading themselves to believe this instead of anything else. Others thought that perhaps her child had gotten away from her. Maybe they were right. More so than the others. Near the front of the store, one of the cashiers left his place in search of the manager. This woman was causing a scene and that would not be tolerated. Whatever was wrong, they'd find out.
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Spike sat on the couch, another angry growl from his stomach breaking the silence between himself and Jet. Jet shook his head. "If you don't stop that," it was an empty threat. More of a joke than a threat, actually. Spike grumbled something as he stretched out on the couch, ignoring the slight sting in his side. It was almost gone, or maybe almost numb, by now. That was one good thing. He buried his face into the material of the couch, begging for sleep, but it wouldn't come.
"What do you think is taking that woman so long?" Jet then asked and Spike grunted in response. "You know Faye. She's probably buying the whole store," Spike chuckled slightly at his own words as he flipped onto his back. The fuzzy-haired man was unable to find a comfortable position. "Maybe we should go look for her?" Jet then asked and Spike looked over at him, a confused expression on his face. "Why?" He then asked, not quite following Jet's intentions.
"Even when she does buy the whole damn store, she doesn't take this long," was the older man's reply. Spike's eyes traveled over to the clock on the wall. She had left at five. It was seven. Take in consideration the fifteen minutes to get there and about an hour looking for things, then the fifteen minute ride back. . .she was about a half-hour late. "Long lines?" Spike then proposed, remembering that it was Saturday. Everything was crowded on Saturdays. Jet then shrugged, but didn't look completely convinced. What was his problem? Did he think something was wrong?
Spike shifted in the couch, finally pulling himself into a sitting position. "Think we should go looking for her anyway? Just to make sure?" Spike asked. He wasn't sure what was up with Jet, but he knew something was wrong.
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Faye had searched through the whole store, including the 'staff only' offices. No Gage anywhere to be seen. By that time, she had been confronted by the staff but she just brushed by them, ignoring their presence and walking from the store. She was still yelling for Gage when a familiar voice from the past sounded in her ears. "Faye."
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I know, its incredibly short, but I have about five reports to get done this weekend. And yes, I mean five. Anyway, hope you liked and review dammit!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop.
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Faye's hand slipped from the cart she was pushing. What had just happened? A sick feeling in the pit of her stomach had been aroused and it threatened to come up her throat in the form of bile. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. She spun around, hoping to see Gage standing there. He wasn't. Damn! Where was he? That's right. She'd told him to go get shrimp. Starting off at a jog toward the sign labeled seafood, she left the cart and a bewildered looking old lady behind.
Ignoring the others and trying not to run into anyone, she frantically searched for Gage. Where was he? This was definitely not her day. The sick feeling she knew now wasn't because she was going to throw up. It was a bad feeling. . .a premonition or warning of sorts. 'Gage. . .where are you?' The woman asked herself as she took step after step, searching through the store. Faye was trying to convince herself nothing was wrong, but that motherly instinct kept telling her that it wasn't so. Damn thing.
Before she knew it, Gage's name had slipped past her lips in the form of a yell. Men and women around her looked her way, all wondering what had come over this woman. Was she crazy? A few nodded to themselves, persuading themselves to believe this instead of anything else. Others thought that perhaps her child had gotten away from her. Maybe they were right. More so than the others. Near the front of the store, one of the cashiers left his place in search of the manager. This woman was causing a scene and that would not be tolerated. Whatever was wrong, they'd find out.
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Spike sat on the couch, another angry growl from his stomach breaking the silence between himself and Jet. Jet shook his head. "If you don't stop that," it was an empty threat. More of a joke than a threat, actually. Spike grumbled something as he stretched out on the couch, ignoring the slight sting in his side. It was almost gone, or maybe almost numb, by now. That was one good thing. He buried his face into the material of the couch, begging for sleep, but it wouldn't come.
"What do you think is taking that woman so long?" Jet then asked and Spike grunted in response. "You know Faye. She's probably buying the whole store," Spike chuckled slightly at his own words as he flipped onto his back. The fuzzy-haired man was unable to find a comfortable position. "Maybe we should go look for her?" Jet then asked and Spike looked over at him, a confused expression on his face. "Why?" He then asked, not quite following Jet's intentions.
"Even when she does buy the whole damn store, she doesn't take this long," was the older man's reply. Spike's eyes traveled over to the clock on the wall. She had left at five. It was seven. Take in consideration the fifteen minutes to get there and about an hour looking for things, then the fifteen minute ride back. . .she was about a half-hour late. "Long lines?" Spike then proposed, remembering that it was Saturday. Everything was crowded on Saturdays. Jet then shrugged, but didn't look completely convinced. What was his problem? Did he think something was wrong?
Spike shifted in the couch, finally pulling himself into a sitting position. "Think we should go looking for her anyway? Just to make sure?" Spike asked. He wasn't sure what was up with Jet, but he knew something was wrong.
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Faye had searched through the whole store, including the 'staff only' offices. No Gage anywhere to be seen. By that time, she had been confronted by the staff but she just brushed by them, ignoring their presence and walking from the store. She was still yelling for Gage when a familiar voice from the past sounded in her ears. "Faye."
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I know, its incredibly short, but I have about five reports to get done this weekend. And yes, I mean five. Anyway, hope you liked and review dammit!