I've been watching re-runs of Cowboy Bebop and I've decided…I AM GOING TO WRITE A COWBOY BEBOP FANFIC!

Here's chapter one…

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Cowboy Bebop or any of the words to the song by Linkin Park.

Nothing To Say.

Chapter 1.

WITH YOU.

The sound of your voice,

Painted on my memories,
Even if you're not with me,
I'm with you…

Linkin Park – With You

"Hello? I was supposed to meet Dr. Demroque here at 2:00pm, are you Dr. Demroque?"

"Oh! Hello, you must be Mr. Spiegel! Please come over here," He watched as his informant strolled in lazily followed by a large bellied woman. He then realised that she was expecting rather soon and was suddenly interested in who she was. The pregnant woman plonked herself into a seat, breathing slowly. One hand rested calmly on her swollen stomach…for balance maybe? She smiled prettily at him while smoothing out the wrinkles in the white shirt she had been wearing; it seemed to belong to a man probably the only clothes she could find that would fit her.

The man remained standing, he was tall and lanky. He seemed normal enough, but his eyes, there was something strange about his eyes. One was darker than the other. But… his eyes seemed to…he couldn't describe it. They just disturbed him and made him feel uncomfortable. His hands were casually tucked into his pockets and he seemed to have an aloof air about him. The woman was probably his lover or something.

"Please, pull up a chair."

He had not been informed that this man was married so that was what he assumed. This woman was his lover and being close he had invited her to come along. The man pulled over another chair. Dr Demroque raised an eyebrow with interest had noticed that when Mr. Spiegel had been placing the chair he seemed to be indecisive, moving the chair here and there deciding whether to sit close by the woman or sit further off. But surprisingly he didn't place it close by, there was at least a metre and a half separating them. That was surprising; he thought they must be together. The woman however was not disturbed by this at all.

So they weren't lovers. Lovers usually sat close together, this was very interesting.

She looked young, around 20, her face was pale, but not dangerously so. She had an air of elegance and grace around her and she held her head high, she was a proud woman.

Her dark violet-blue hair was short, and pulled tightly back by a white headband, giving her the appearance of 'bangs' hanging in front of her forehead. Her piercing green eyes seemed to see straight into him, he felt as though she could see into his every thought. Her red lips were posed in a pretty smile, one which seemed to have been practiced many times.

"Now, Mr. Spiegel, you are here to tell me your relation to the patient and explain your version of the story."

"The whole story? It's very long." The man looked dead-beat. He seemed to be distressed over the patient and worried for her. He was here because she was obviously someone important to him.

The patient was a woman called Julia.

She had been mentally destroyed. She could not recognise anyone; she seemed to be reliving the same nightmare over and over. She often caused self-harm and attacked the staff that tried to drug her. She was very dangerous and he had been called to look into her case. At first it seemed there was no getting through to her. But when all she whispered were the names 'Spike' and 'Vicious' he knew that he would have to meet this man and talk to him.

"Tell it all; tell the whole story. This is very important. We must know the whole story, so we can get an idea of her background and then we will know how to treat her, and see if we can bring her back to her senses..."

"I see…Well, actually I don't, how is my telling you going to help Julia at all?" The man was intelligent, he was not to be taken for a fool. He would not easily spew up information when asked. He too knew the world of interrogation.

"I'm not sure, well, maybe… Would you like to see Julia?" He could almost feel the man's stress and tension disappear.

"Could I?"

"Could we?" The woman interrupted and stood up shakily. "I also want to see Julia, she's my friend."

Demroque was about to hesitate to let her come along when Spike spoke exactly what he had been thinking.

"Faye, he just said she attacks people! You're pregnant! Do you want to take that risk?"

"Yes, this is important to me." He could see the determination and the will in her eyes and knew that there would be no fighting against this woman. She would be stubborn, he could see that.

"It's alright; we'll have a team of professionals right behind you. You'll be safe."

"Okay then. Take us to Julia."

They followed Dr. Demroque into another room where they walked down a long corridor. He noticed that Faye obviously was not able to walk as freely as before and he smiled to himself when he saw Spike instinctively offer his arm for her to lean on. They're not lovers, yet…

"Ray?"

"Yes, I'm here to see my patient, Julia?"

"Oh, right, this way."

The man ushered them into another room. This room was bare and white. There was a small door in one of the walls. The door seemed thick and was made of iron. It had a small window but any vision was obscured by the thick bars that cover it.

"Okay, now I don't want you to be scared. If we think either you are a danger to her, or she is a danger to you our medics will jump in and give her a shot to make her passive."

Spike's face was grim, he could see the man's jaw clenching. Faye on the other hand seemed to be on the verge of tears. She clutched onto Spike's arm as if it was her last hope.

Each of them taking a deep breath they entered the room.

The room had whitewashed walls. There was a plain iron-framed bed in one corner with starched white sheets. There was a small desk and a weathered looking rug near the desk.

The only remotely beautiful thing about the room was the magnificent window. It was almost a ceiling to floor window, but it had a small ledge on which you could sit on and could look out.

Perched on the ledge, with her knees tucked under her chin was Julia.

Faye let out the breath she had been holding as she saw how much Julia had changed from the first time she had seen her.

She was sixteen and was sneaking into her uncle's house.

Yes that's right. She lived with her Uncle.

Uncle Jet. Her uncle, and her father. You see, Faye's mother had been married to a business man at the age of 18 to help merge companies. Her husband was twice her age so no one was surprised when she began to have an affair with one of her husband's richest clients. And that is how Faye had been conceived.

Except that when she was born she looked nothing like her mother, she had entirely gone on her father's genes and her step-father realised that she was not his child. He wanted her killed, but her mother would not allow it and she gave her first child, Faye, to her adopted older brother to raise. So since she had been 6 months old, Faye had been raised by her Uncle Jet. But she just called him 'Jet' but when she was younger and had not understood the whole 'adoption' she used to call him 'da'.

Anyway, enough about her past.

She'd gone to a friend's party and had 'accidently' forgotten about her curfew. She had managed to open the front door without it creaking when she heard the kitchen light switch on.

Shit! He's awake, what am I going to say this time?

But to her surprise her uncle was not standing there, but a young woman. The first thing Faye noticed was her hair. It was a beautiful golden and it seemed to curl into ringlets at the end. It shimmered and shone like no natural hair at all. And Faye realised instantly that this hair was the woman's chief beauty. Other than that she seemed plain. High cheekbones, fair skin, blue/green eyes (A/N I still can't decide whether Julia's eyes are blue or green…XD). Nothing out of the ordinary, except for that hair.

She was wearing what looked like one of Jet's business shirts and she seemed surprised to see Faye.

"Oh, hello. Jet didn't tell me that he had a daughter!"

"I'm not his daughter, I'm his niece."

"Oh, well, why are you sneaking in at this time?"

"I was supposed to be back at 1 AM but I forgot."

"Oh, then I guess this is just between us then."

"Yeah, I suppose so. Are you, like, Jet's girlfriend or something?"

The woman laughed. Her laugh was rich and ringing, another trait that was unnatural.

"Hardly, I'm Spike's girlfriend."

"Oh….I see." Faye was crushed, Spike was her Uncle's best friend, although he was a lot younger than her uncle. He was about 24 and her uncle was about 37 or something similar. Faye was infatuated with Spike. He was so cool and calm. They argued a lot. But Faye loved it. She loved Spike, she was sad to know that he had a girlfriend… Why hadn't he told her anything?

She couldn't help but feel a little jealous of Julia.

After that, we became friends, Julia was probably the only female role-model in my life. She was beautiful, kind but also serious and poised.

But look at her now! Look at her now! She collapsed into tears at the sight of her dear friend. Julia was sitting, knees tucked tightly under her chin, humming a soft tune. Her hair had been cut off crudely so that it was now just under her ears, but what remained of it still shone with that angelic element. Her eyes were dead. They held no emotion.

But Dr. Demroque noticed that when she turned to see Faye and Spike they lit up. It was as though an empty chasm had suddenly been lit up by a huge fire. She slowly lifted her head and faced them.

"Spike? F-faye?" She stood up and slowly, it seemed as though an hour passed as she slowly rose to her feet and made her way over to the couple. She first looked at Faye and gave a shy smile as she placed her hand on the swollen stomach. Suddenly her shy smile turned into a huge grin that was almost as big as the Cheshire cat himself as she felt the baby kick against her hand. She did not speak to Faye as they both did not realise that there were tears running down their cheeks. Faye leant forward to embrace Julia and much to the medical staff's surprise Julia did not try anything aggressive or violent. She just stood there and embraced Faye.

Spike waited and watched as the two women silently spoke to each other with out the use of words. Julia turned to him and rested her hand against his cheek. He leaned into her hand and closed his eyes. Julia gave that shy smile and hugged him. Demroque watched as Spike, much to his astonishment suddenly displayed emotion. He fiercely hugged Julia, holding her tight. And then Demroque realised that Spike and Faye were not the lovers. Spike and Julia were. But he also saw the pain in Faye's eyes as she saw the two hug eachother as if they would never see eachother again. And he finally understood the whole story.

"So, Mr. Spiegel, will you now tell me what you know, about how Julia got into this state?"

He shuddered as he met the icy gaze of Spike Spiegel.

"I will tell you. I will."

"It all started when…"

Hehe, so… that's chapter one… was it good? Crap? Let me know! XD And I might continue!