Over a year ago in Ganymede

"Here's to another successful bounty!" roared Jet, swaying his sake in the air. Him and Edie had already drunk enough sake to knock out an army but that didn't stop Jet from ordering another. Edie swung back her head and swallow another cup full, her face warm from all the alcohol.

"This kid can sure hold her liquor, am I right, Ernest?" Jet clapped Edie's back. The bartender smiled meekly and tipped his hat off to the two wasted patrons.

"Who you callin' a kid, you old fart?" hiccuped Edie, as she nursed a water in her hand. It was two in the morning and all that remained in Ernest's bar were just Jet and Edie. Ernest was a personal friend of Jet, so he didn't mind closing later for old time's sake. In fact, he was so trusting in Jet, that he could willingly leave the bar unattended in Jet's care. Which he did, to grab a few smokes.

"Kid," began Jet, his face glowing in heat, "You remind me a lot of some old friends. I bet, you'd even get along with those bunch of lunkheads. You know, they were practically my family. The only real family I've had in a long time." His face switched from that of insolent fun to that of a solemn wall. "A camaraderie."

"A what?" Edie's bloodshot eyes roved to see Jet resting himself on the bar top.

"You know, a camaraderie. A friendship, people who got your back."

Edie scoffed, "Like hell I'd know anything about that. It's always just been me looking out for myself." She took another drink of her water. Jet twisted his head to look at her.

"Not anymore." In an instant, Jet jumped from his bar stool and stood proudly. "From now on, you are my comrade and I am yours." He pointed his thumb at his chest. "I'll always have your back, even when you may not have mine. 'Cause that's what comrades do. We look out for each other. Now what do you say, Edie? Do you promise to do the same?"

Edie's eyes sheered at the sight of him. He truly inspired her and she could feel her heart dance inside her chest. Here, this man she had been acquainted with for only a few weeks, was offering out his hand for her to take. To be his friend, his companion, his comrade. She was engrossed by such a beautiful and honorable title, and he was simply handing it to her. As if in that hand that laid out for her, was his heart he wished to share with her.

Edie flew from her seat and mirrored Jet's posture. With her chest protruded and her head held high, she gripped his hand.

"I promise!"


Present day in the Bebop

"Do you and her have a something going on?" Spike puffed smoke through air and appeared nonchalant. He could spot Jet glaring at him from the corner of his eye.

"It's not like that," Jet crossed his arms and smuggled a smirk, "Plus, I would hate to get between you guys. And you know what I'm talking about. Do you really think I'm stupid?"

Spike sniggered. He'd be lying if he said he didn't think the relationship between Jet and Edie was peculiar, to say the least. He suspected something of the two but just couldn't say what. For some odd reason, interest in the matter resided within him. What really went on in their six months together would remain a mystery to him, he assumed. Truth be told, he was panged with a bit of ...anger? at their closeness. Spike smashed the remainder of his cigarette and walked down the stairs to his room.

Jet blinked at his redundancy and sat himself down on the yellow couch, savoring a cigar.

Out of all the memories, and you remember that promise? Jet blew smoke in the air above him and pursed his lips. I would've remember June 17th. He closed his eyes and recalled the day as if it were just yesterday. And wouldn't you know it, in a blink of an eye, it was yesterday.


What seemed like an ordinary June 17th to Jet, meant so much more to Edie. That June morning, Jet caught Edie piss-drunk, spacing out on the yellow couch. Her face flushed and her eyes glossy.

"What the hell Edie?!" roared Jet, her empty stare followed him. Edie enjoyed drinking, Jet was aware of that, but this did not appear as a casual drink, but a drink to forget. Her lifeless body slumped into the couch and no word escaped her lips. Shaken by her image, Jet thought a quick sobering up would benefit her zombie like state. So he picked up and held her like broom entering his new home with his new bride. Edie's face did not alter as he grasped onto her small body. He threw her in a cold shower, clothes and all, which brought her back to life.

"What the actual fuck!" Edie screamed from the shower floor. Her teeth chattered and her face now lit up with new emotion: anger and confusion. Jet ignored Edie's fist against his burly structure and wrapped a towel around her shivering body, rubbing the towel against her to dry her. Her anger and confusion subsided as she watched his actions with curiosity. His demeanor gentle yet crude. Jet continued to dry off Edie to the best of his ability till a cold touch ceased his movements. Edie had placed her hand over his shoulder and now sat staring into his eyes. Though quite sluggish, Edie seemed somewhat sober. Jet could read it in her eyes.

"Do you know what today is?" her eyes setting into his.

"June 17th, Tuesday."

"June 17th," choked Edie, "The day my father died." Jet lowered his hands and Edie draped the towel over her shoulders, covering herself.

"I was a bit of daddy's girl growing up. Well, to be honest, he was the only thing I had in this world. And did you know what said to me on his dying bed? That I was the love of his life. His first, last and only love." Edie spoke with such misery but not one tear escaped her eyes.

"You're a lot like him." She placed her hand on his cheek and brushed her fingers against his rugged skin. "Maybe you're his reincarnation." she breathed. Jet stood from his crouched position and clutched onto Edie's face tenderly, as if her head were made of glass. He perched a kiss on her forehead and she wrapped herself into his embrace.

"I love you," she further whispered, while Jet rested his chin on the top of her head.


Jet knew, with every fiber in his being, that she had meant those three words with all heart. Her eyes gave her away. They sparkled so brightly. And he knew she loved him. Not in the romantic type way, but in the way you would love your brother or even, your father. It was a love of that between blood and flesh. A bond unlike any other. The red string of fate looped them together, and he had figured much from the first time he laid eyes on her. Jet would never forget that gut feeling that empowered him. Empowered him to believe her, empowered him to invite her to join the Bebop, empowered him to deeply care for a person again. And her eyes... He looked upon her as if she were the Holy Mary herself. The image of pure innocence and love itself, and he felt compelled to protect her, to shield her. But by all means, he could tell in the way she held herself, she was far from perfect. Yet her eyes persuaded him otherwise.

"Here's to you, Edie." Jet proclaimed, his cigar in the air.