I DON"T OWN COWBOY BEBOP.YADY, YADY, CRAP, CRAP, CRAP..
Faye groaned again as the morning light hit her face. Her head pounded as she opened one emerald eye and found herself on the couch. Stretching she looked around. Nobody was there. She looked out the window and saw no one out on the streets.
"What a dump," she murmured under her breath.
She grabbed her coat and put it on. She grabbed her pack of cigs and took one out lighting it. Her head seemed to stop hurting and she sighed with relief.
Looking around once more a piece of paper caught her eye. She grabbed it and read:
I will be waiting my green-eyed fairy. We will see each other soon. Really soon. Mr. Saxophone
Faye almost dropped the cig that was in her mouth and stared at the paper. The dream. It was the dream.
"Dammit Faye you must still be drunk," she whispered to herself.
She crumbled the paper and threw it on the floor. She turned around and walked to the stranger's bedroom only to find that there was no bed and no sign that anyone had been there.
"I must be losing it. Come on Faye snap out of it."
But somebody WAS with her last night. Think about it. How did I get here by myself? There is no way she thought to herself.
Shrugging she walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. She took out another cigarette and walked out of the door not looking back at the apartment.
She walked down the apartment building stairs and the cold air felt like a slap to the face. She pulled her jacket closer to herself and walked over to the docking port.
She waited inside of the terminal until the Redtail came out. Staring out at the snow she hardly noticed the many eyes that were staring at her. She looked over her shoulder and let out a small yelp. Sitting in one of the seats was Jet.
Cautiously she walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to look at her and his eyes grew as big as golf balls. She smiled at him and he stood up. Before she knew what was happening he hugged her and finally placed her on her feet.
"F--Faye? What are you doing here?" he asked. "I would like to know the same thing about you Jet. What are you doing on Callisto?" she asked laughing a bit.
"Well I had to look for some bounty money," he stated nervously.
"Yeah right Jet, and Spike is still alive," she said sarcastically and instantly regretted saying it.
They both became silent and finally Faye spoke again.
"So where are you head to Jet?" she asked this time serious.
"I'm not exactly sure. I was supposed to go to Mars and finish something over there maybe we could have a cup of coffee afterwards if you want. We could talk about -- stuff," he finished lamely.
"Yeah actually I think I would like that. I mean what's the harm? Besides I'm looking for someone."
"Really? Who?"
"No body important I guess."
"Just follow me out of the atmosphere and then dock on the ship. You know what to do," Jet said heading in the direction of the Bebop and Faye going to Redtail.
Walking to Redtail Faye opened the pod of the ship and started the engine. She climbed inside and flew out of Callisto's atmosphere following Jet.
As soon as they were secured and out of Callisto Faye docked onto the Bebop and got out of the ship turning it off. Pulling out a cig she lit it and walked into the main room. The same yellow couch. HIS couch. Shaking her head she sat down and waited for Jet. He came out of the kitchen with two cups of black coffee and sat down next to her. He handed her the cup and she took it.
"So tell me," he said. " What have you been up to?"
"Well let's see, I'm still bounty hunting that's for sure. I'm not gambling anymore and I'm trying to pay off all of my debt. But that doesn't mean I'm still not the famous Poker Alice," she smiled taking a sip of her coffee.
"I see. I mean you look so different Faye. I mean your hair is different you aren't wearing makeup and well I could have never pictured you this way. No more bitching either," he said his voice filled with awe.
"Yeah I know, but people change Jet. I mean I guess you still think I'm the untouchable shrew woman from before. I like my life now," she answered fingering her now extremely short hair. She had cut it after she left. It was short and she had some bangs in front of her face to help cover her eyes. She didn't have time to care for it anymore. She liked it this way and she knew no one would recognize her. Good disguise especially since she still had a bounty on her head.
"You were a shrew back then but now you are an entirely different person. I'm starting to think you changed for the good."
"Yeah! I guess I have changed for the good. I'm no longer the slut, the big breasted babe, the shrew woman, I'm just plain ole Faye Valentine," she said not looking at him.
"Faye I need to tell you something," Jet said interrupting her thoughts.
"What?" she asked still smiling.
He hesitated and a small frown started to form on her face. Something was wrong and he wasn't telling. What was he hiding?
"He didn't die Faye. He's still alive," Jet said looking at her.
"Who are you talking about?" she asked. There was no need for Jet to tell her because she already knew whose name he was going to say. She just didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to know.
"Spike. Faye Spike is still alive and on Mars."
She stared at him. She didn't care. She didn't care about that stupid lunk head. He didn't matter any more.
"Really? That's nice. So are you going to go visit him on Mars?" she asked casually pushing all her emotions down.
"Don't play I don't care Faye. I know you. That's why you left. I'm not stupid."
She stared at him. Had he seen her cry when he had left?
"Look Jet I'm not interested in finding him. I don't even want to see him. I can live without him alright. Besides I'm looking for someone else."
"DAMMIT FAYE!"
She looked at him. What the hell was his problem?
"Don't put up this wall. I know you broke down when he left. I KNOW you cried when the ISSP called to tell me that they had found Spike's body. I'm NOT stupid Faye."
Her eyes narrowed. He was going into something she really didn't want to talk about.
"Listen Jet, Spike is apart of the past. Let--him--go. He left us. There is no need for either of us to see him. You can do what ever the hell you want but one thing is for sure I am NOT going to see him. I don't ever want to think about that damned lunk head." There was silence. The eerie kind of silence as if there was a ghost there. Suddenly Jet spoke up.
"Who are you looking for?" he asked changing the subject.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she murmured.
"Who?"
"Gren."
He stared at her. Was she nuts? Gren had died on his why to Titan.
"What are you talking about Faye? Gren is dead."
"No he's not Jet. I know he isn't. He said he would be there. That we would see each other soon. I don't know but I think he's on Mars. I need to find him," she said.
"So what was he like?" Jet asked.
"He was like the devil in disguise. A handsome devil in disguise," she whispered getting up and walking to the control room, which allowed you to look out at the stars.
"What kind of handsome?" he asked following her leaning on a post.
She stared out the window and watched as Jupiter floated by.
"A mysterious handsome. The kind that many women would fall for but then the kind that could change your life forever. He was like dream," she sighed.
"So he was like a Julia," he whispered.
"Yeah. He was the kind of handsome you couldn't stay away from yet you wanted to. It didn't matter what you did you were still drawn to him. That was Gren."
"So are you going to go after him?"
She turned around to face him. A sad smile covered her face and she nodded.
"I have to. I need him Jet."
"You and Spike are the same yet you don't even know it. He left to finish his past and now you're leaving again to find someone from your past. This is so ironic."
"I'm not like Spike. I left and I knew that would be someone else for you to care about. I did it because you wouldn't have cared. I had been leaving and coming like I owned the damned world. He left and he knew that we cared. He knew that we didn't want him to leave yet he did it any way and look what that got him into. He's dead now."
"Dammit Faye he's not dead."
"Well he is to me Jet. He is to me."
Shaking his head he turned away and she stared at him. This wasn't good. She couldn't risk seeing Spike again; she knew that if she did she would lose it all. Everything that she had worked for. No everything that she had tried to forget, and he was something she was trying to forget.
Faye groaned again as the morning light hit her face. Her head pounded as she opened one emerald eye and found herself on the couch. Stretching she looked around. Nobody was there. She looked out the window and saw no one out on the streets.
"What a dump," she murmured under her breath.
She grabbed her coat and put it on. She grabbed her pack of cigs and took one out lighting it. Her head seemed to stop hurting and she sighed with relief.
Looking around once more a piece of paper caught her eye. She grabbed it and read:
I will be waiting my green-eyed fairy. We will see each other soon. Really soon. Mr. Saxophone
Faye almost dropped the cig that was in her mouth and stared at the paper. The dream. It was the dream.
"Dammit Faye you must still be drunk," she whispered to herself.
She crumbled the paper and threw it on the floor. She turned around and walked to the stranger's bedroom only to find that there was no bed and no sign that anyone had been there.
"I must be losing it. Come on Faye snap out of it."
But somebody WAS with her last night. Think about it. How did I get here by myself? There is no way she thought to herself.
Shrugging she walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. She took out another cigarette and walked out of the door not looking back at the apartment.
She walked down the apartment building stairs and the cold air felt like a slap to the face. She pulled her jacket closer to herself and walked over to the docking port.
She waited inside of the terminal until the Redtail came out. Staring out at the snow she hardly noticed the many eyes that were staring at her. She looked over her shoulder and let out a small yelp. Sitting in one of the seats was Jet.
Cautiously she walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to look at her and his eyes grew as big as golf balls. She smiled at him and he stood up. Before she knew what was happening he hugged her and finally placed her on her feet.
"F--Faye? What are you doing here?" he asked. "I would like to know the same thing about you Jet. What are you doing on Callisto?" she asked laughing a bit.
"Well I had to look for some bounty money," he stated nervously.
"Yeah right Jet, and Spike is still alive," she said sarcastically and instantly regretted saying it.
They both became silent and finally Faye spoke again.
"So where are you head to Jet?" she asked this time serious.
"I'm not exactly sure. I was supposed to go to Mars and finish something over there maybe we could have a cup of coffee afterwards if you want. We could talk about -- stuff," he finished lamely.
"Yeah actually I think I would like that. I mean what's the harm? Besides I'm looking for someone."
"Really? Who?"
"No body important I guess."
"Just follow me out of the atmosphere and then dock on the ship. You know what to do," Jet said heading in the direction of the Bebop and Faye going to Redtail.
Walking to Redtail Faye opened the pod of the ship and started the engine. She climbed inside and flew out of Callisto's atmosphere following Jet.
As soon as they were secured and out of Callisto Faye docked onto the Bebop and got out of the ship turning it off. Pulling out a cig she lit it and walked into the main room. The same yellow couch. HIS couch. Shaking her head she sat down and waited for Jet. He came out of the kitchen with two cups of black coffee and sat down next to her. He handed her the cup and she took it.
"So tell me," he said. " What have you been up to?"
"Well let's see, I'm still bounty hunting that's for sure. I'm not gambling anymore and I'm trying to pay off all of my debt. But that doesn't mean I'm still not the famous Poker Alice," she smiled taking a sip of her coffee.
"I see. I mean you look so different Faye. I mean your hair is different you aren't wearing makeup and well I could have never pictured you this way. No more bitching either," he said his voice filled with awe.
"Yeah I know, but people change Jet. I mean I guess you still think I'm the untouchable shrew woman from before. I like my life now," she answered fingering her now extremely short hair. She had cut it after she left. It was short and she had some bangs in front of her face to help cover her eyes. She didn't have time to care for it anymore. She liked it this way and she knew no one would recognize her. Good disguise especially since she still had a bounty on her head.
"You were a shrew back then but now you are an entirely different person. I'm starting to think you changed for the good."
"Yeah! I guess I have changed for the good. I'm no longer the slut, the big breasted babe, the shrew woman, I'm just plain ole Faye Valentine," she said not looking at him.
"Faye I need to tell you something," Jet said interrupting her thoughts.
"What?" she asked still smiling.
He hesitated and a small frown started to form on her face. Something was wrong and he wasn't telling. What was he hiding?
"He didn't die Faye. He's still alive," Jet said looking at her.
"Who are you talking about?" she asked. There was no need for Jet to tell her because she already knew whose name he was going to say. She just didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to know.
"Spike. Faye Spike is still alive and on Mars."
She stared at him. She didn't care. She didn't care about that stupid lunk head. He didn't matter any more.
"Really? That's nice. So are you going to go visit him on Mars?" she asked casually pushing all her emotions down.
"Don't play I don't care Faye. I know you. That's why you left. I'm not stupid."
She stared at him. Had he seen her cry when he had left?
"Look Jet I'm not interested in finding him. I don't even want to see him. I can live without him alright. Besides I'm looking for someone else."
"DAMMIT FAYE!"
She looked at him. What the hell was his problem?
"Don't put up this wall. I know you broke down when he left. I KNOW you cried when the ISSP called to tell me that they had found Spike's body. I'm NOT stupid Faye."
Her eyes narrowed. He was going into something she really didn't want to talk about.
"Listen Jet, Spike is apart of the past. Let--him--go. He left us. There is no need for either of us to see him. You can do what ever the hell you want but one thing is for sure I am NOT going to see him. I don't ever want to think about that damned lunk head." There was silence. The eerie kind of silence as if there was a ghost there. Suddenly Jet spoke up.
"Who are you looking for?" he asked changing the subject.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she murmured.
"Who?"
"Gren."
He stared at her. Was she nuts? Gren had died on his why to Titan.
"What are you talking about Faye? Gren is dead."
"No he's not Jet. I know he isn't. He said he would be there. That we would see each other soon. I don't know but I think he's on Mars. I need to find him," she said.
"So what was he like?" Jet asked.
"He was like the devil in disguise. A handsome devil in disguise," she whispered getting up and walking to the control room, which allowed you to look out at the stars.
"What kind of handsome?" he asked following her leaning on a post.
She stared out the window and watched as Jupiter floated by.
"A mysterious handsome. The kind that many women would fall for but then the kind that could change your life forever. He was like dream," she sighed.
"So he was like a Julia," he whispered.
"Yeah. He was the kind of handsome you couldn't stay away from yet you wanted to. It didn't matter what you did you were still drawn to him. That was Gren."
"So are you going to go after him?"
She turned around to face him. A sad smile covered her face and she nodded.
"I have to. I need him Jet."
"You and Spike are the same yet you don't even know it. He left to finish his past and now you're leaving again to find someone from your past. This is so ironic."
"I'm not like Spike. I left and I knew that would be someone else for you to care about. I did it because you wouldn't have cared. I had been leaving and coming like I owned the damned world. He left and he knew that we cared. He knew that we didn't want him to leave yet he did it any way and look what that got him into. He's dead now."
"Dammit Faye he's not dead."
"Well he is to me Jet. He is to me."
Shaking his head he turned away and she stared at him. This wasn't good. She couldn't risk seeing Spike again; she knew that if she did she would lose it all. Everything that she had worked for. No everything that she had tried to forget, and he was something she was trying to forget.