Epilogue - I Guess That's Why They Call it the Blues
"Don't wish it away
Don't look at it like it's forever
Between you and me I could honestly say
That things can only get better"
Tharsis City; he hadn't been to that place since she died. In fact, he
had avoided it like the plague - which was why he had chosen not to
go with Jet when he followed after Faye and Ed during their little
escapade.
Faye had offered to go with him, as emotional support - though she had
referred to it as "back up in case things get shitty".
Spike had only smirked, kissing her forehead gently. That was all he
needed to say to let her know that he would be just fine on his own.
Which was entirely true; Faye had been worried about how he would
react to the prospect of Vicious being alive. She worried that Spike
would go after him again or vice versa. To be perfectly honest, Spike
wasn't entirely sure what he would have done. However, that, like
everything else, was in the past - and Spike had decided to no longer let
his past dictate his actions. He was beyond that now.
After setting down a fresh bouquet of roses, Spike stepped away from
the small gravestone in front of him. Cut in the form of a small cross,
the base of it read: A Fallen Angel, May she find peace at last.
"I hope you've found your peace, Julia," he replied. "I know I have."
He smiled gently, rubbing a hand through his hair. The other held a
small cane to keep his weight off of his injured leg. He gave the
headstone one last look before turning away towards the exit; back
home.
Home to the Bebop.
=====
"…Shinjite hoshii no… Yume no tsuzuki ga… Hora utatteru… Ashita
he no melodiieeee…"
Faye sighed in frustration, glancing back over the edge of the couch
to glare at Edward, who was dancing around with a pair of headphones
on her head. "Edward, could you please turn it down a little?" she asked
irritably. "I'm trying to watch this show!"
"Todokete… Kono koe wo… Tsutaete… Ima sugu ni…"
--Sigh.-- "Why do I even bother?" With her good arm, Faye reached
forward to turn up the volume on the TV unit.
"Got it, got it!" Edward exclaimed, climbing over the couch to turn it up
for her. She took off her headphones, glancing at the screen. "Oooh…
Scarecrow!" she exclaimed happily, sitting down next to Faye, while
being mindful of her injured arm.
"What do you know about this show, Ed?" Faye asked, intrigued that
she recognized it. "It's older than I am."
Edward grinned, speaking in a deep, masculine voice. "Stetson,
Francine, in my office - right now!"
Faye laughed. "So, I take it Billy's your favorite, huh?"
"Who's Faye-Faye's favorite?" Edward asked, her eyes glued to the
television.
Faye paused thoughtfully. "Ahh… I would have to go with Lee, I
guess." she replied. Edward laughed. "What?"
"Scarecrow reminds Faye-Faye of Spike!"
Faye blinked, blushing slightly. "He does not!" she exclaimed. "Trust
me, Lee Stetson has more charm and class than Spike ever could!"
"Is that so?" Spike grinned, coming down the stairs with his cane
draped over his shoulder.
"You know," Faye deadpanned up at him. "You're supposed to walk
with that cane, not carry it around like a club you can bludgeon people
with."
Spike shrugged. "But it's much more fun that way."
The two of them exchanged glances for a brief moment. Ghosts of a
smile appeared on both of their faces; everything was going to be just
fine.
Faye sighed, absently fiddling with the sling cradling her arm.
"Dummy." She glanced back up at the TV only to have Jet blocking
her way. "Hey, old man, I can't see the screen!"
Jet snorted, "Tough."
Faye pouted. "Now I won't be able to see if they discover who
Surdayich is…"
Spike chuckled. "So, what's up, Jet?" he asked. Jet frowned, holding
up a sheet of paper filled with numbers - most of which were in red.
"What's with the red numbers?"
Faye blinked, glancing up at the sheet. "Uh-oh… that's not good…"
"No, it's not." Jet replied gruffly. "We just got the money promised
from Thanatos' bounty."
"So, what's so bad about that?"
"Take a closer look," Jet pointed to a bunch of calculations printed on
the sheet. "You're good with math, aren't you--?"
"Why does everyone keep asking me that?"
"Why do you think?"
"I'm not stupid, if that's what you're suggesting…"
"No… but you're no genius either…"
"All right, you two, knock it off." Jet replied, sighing heavily. Even
though the two of them were dating, they still squabbled like a pair of
old hens. When they weren't fighting, they were kissing, when they
weren't kissing, they were fighting. Go fig. "Anyway, you take the
160 million originally promised and you make a few… deductions."
The other three bounty hunters stared up at him. "Deductions?"
Jet nodded. "First you take away 60,000,000 woolongs for the cost of
repairs to Bathsheba City Mall-"
"-Which was your fault."
"That leaves you with 100, 000, 000 woolongs. Next up, you subtract
490, 000 for the cost of repairs to Faye's car - that stuff ain't cheap…
do you know some of the necessary parts aren't even in circulation
anymore?"
Faye huffed.
"Is that it?" Edward asked.
"Not by a long shot. Next up, you deduct another 10,000 in medical
bills," Jet shot Spike and Faye pointed glares.
"You know, you didn't necessarily come out unscathed yourself, Jet
old buddy." Spike remarked, pointing the giant bandage sitting on his
bald head.
Jet cleared his throat, continuing on. "Then, take away another 890,000
woolongs in damages in Tharsis."
"Tharsis?" Spike blinked. Everyone turned to Faye.
"Mailboxes, street lamps, street signs, and some guy who says he won't
press charges if we pay him 65% of the 890 grand."
"You gotta be out of your damn mind!" Faye exclaimed. "I wish I had
hit the little prick!"
Spike laughed, turning back to Jet. "So, what's that leave us with?"
"Take away all the other little fees, deductions, etc., etc... and you get
9,852,000 woolongs. Divide that three--"
"Four!" Edward chirped.
"-Four ways," Jet amended, sighing heavily. "and you each get
2,463,000 woolongs. So much for 160 million."
"Aw, c'mon, Jet," Faye replied cheerily. "2 million isn't so bad… in
fact, that's pretty good considering."
"This coming from the big money-grubber herself…"
"Shut up, Mr. 'Everything we've accomplished will have been a
waste'… I don't have to take this from you!"
"Would the two of you just can it already?" Jet interrupted. "We'll just
have to be a lot more careful next time."
"'Next time?'" Both Spike and Faye shot him dubious stares. Jet
blinked.
"Does this mean everyone gets to stay on Bebop-Bebop?" Edward
asked hopefully.
Jet paused and paled, still considering the thought in his head. Ed,
Spike, and Faye were giving him pitiful puppy-dog stares. "All right,
all right… you can stay," he muttered. "Lazy bums…"
"Yay! Bebop-Bebop is back in business!"
"What the hell am I getting myself into...?"
"Thanks a bunch, Daddy Warbucks."
"Shut up, Faye. Don't think you're gonna go using up all my hot
water. That goes for you, too, Spike… don't eat everything like it's
going out of style."
"Yeah, just 'cuz you're skinny as a rail doesn't give you permission to
eat like a pig."
"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful."
"Okay, I'll just hate you because you're a lunkhead."
"Lunkhead, lunkhead, lunkhead!"
As the four bounty hunters continued on with their ruckus, Ein limped
over to the television, mindful of his injured paw, and changed the
channel. The ringing of bells, and cash registers rang, following by
two large guns appearing on the screen.
"Hola, amigos! I'm Punch-,"
"And I'mmm Judy!"
"And this is the new and improved Big Shot - complete with more
precise and updated information for all you Cowboys out there!"
Ein sat in front of the TV, watching the two bumbling hosts carry on
for a few moments about how the show had been cancelled due to
low ratings, only to be brought back by 'negotiating' with the top
producer.
"So, Punch, what've we got today?"
"Well, Judy, it looks like we've got ourselves a big fish today." Punch
exclaimed. "It's a toughie, but well worth the while of any experienced
bounty hunter out there. According to our information here, this
bounty's worth forty-seven million woolongs--"
All outside noise stopped, soon to be followed by a mad dash towards
the TV. Ein was pushed out of the way, as Spike, Jet, and Faye, all
fought to get closer to the screen.
"47 Million Woolongs??!"
Edward laughed, holding Ein in her arms. Turning towards you, the
reader, with a grin and a wave, she replies, "O-wa-ri, sayonara!"
WELCOME HOME, SPACE COWBOY…
Author's Notes -
Aaaaieeeee! It's over, it's finally over! Suddenly there is a great absence!
What ever will I do now? ::blinks for a moment:: I guess I'll just have to
write another CB fic... I'm still too far in the mindset to work on my Esca
fic (sorry guys!)
In fact, I'm already in the planning stages for another one... I guess you
say it's a continuation of this fic... but you'll be able to decide that for
yourselves after I start writing it.
Anyway, time to give credit where credit is due...
20 - "The Real Folk Blues", from Cowboy Bebop, performed by Mai
Yamane
21 - "Don't Let Go (Love)", (I can't remember the album name, sorry!),
performed by En Vogue
22 - "See You Space Cowboy", from Cowboy Bebop, performed by Mai
Yamane (a lot of the songs are done by her , aren't they?)
Epilogue - "I Guess That's Why They Call it the Blues", from the album
'Too Low for Zero', performed by Elton John.
also from the epilogue, "Ashita he no Melody" or (Melody for Tomorrow),
from Card Captor Sakura.
All of my information, including song lyrics, quotes, etc. came from
AnimeLyrics.com, The Real Folk Blues (I can't remember the url, sorry!),
and Lyrics.com
Well, that about cinches it! Cowboy Bebop and all of its affiliates do not
belong to me, but by its respected owners and creators whom I neglect
to mention simply because I can't think of their names and I'm too lazy
to find out. Also, Lee Stetson, Francine Desmond, and Billy Melrose are
characters belonging to "Scarecrow and Mrs. King", property of Warner
Bros... I think. However, Macy Caldor, Aeolis Valhoun, Arnold
Benedict, and Thanatos Ragnarok belong to me. I created them, thus
they are mine... not that I really want them that much... =P
Don't try to sue cuz I think all I've got on me is 2 dollars worth
of pocket change.
I hope you all have enjoyed this fic as much as I have enjoyed writing it.
Thanks for you patience as well as for your awesome reviews. ::big hugs::
Thanks a bunch! =)
"Don't wish it away
Don't look at it like it's forever
Between you and me I could honestly say
That things can only get better"
Tharsis City; he hadn't been to that place since she died. In fact, he
had avoided it like the plague - which was why he had chosen not to
go with Jet when he followed after Faye and Ed during their little
escapade.
Faye had offered to go with him, as emotional support - though she had
referred to it as "back up in case things get shitty".
Spike had only smirked, kissing her forehead gently. That was all he
needed to say to let her know that he would be just fine on his own.
Which was entirely true; Faye had been worried about how he would
react to the prospect of Vicious being alive. She worried that Spike
would go after him again or vice versa. To be perfectly honest, Spike
wasn't entirely sure what he would have done. However, that, like
everything else, was in the past - and Spike had decided to no longer let
his past dictate his actions. He was beyond that now.
After setting down a fresh bouquet of roses, Spike stepped away from
the small gravestone in front of him. Cut in the form of a small cross,
the base of it read: A Fallen Angel, May she find peace at last.
"I hope you've found your peace, Julia," he replied. "I know I have."
He smiled gently, rubbing a hand through his hair. The other held a
small cane to keep his weight off of his injured leg. He gave the
headstone one last look before turning away towards the exit; back
home.
Home to the Bebop.
=====
"…Shinjite hoshii no… Yume no tsuzuki ga… Hora utatteru… Ashita
he no melodiieeee…"
Faye sighed in frustration, glancing back over the edge of the couch
to glare at Edward, who was dancing around with a pair of headphones
on her head. "Edward, could you please turn it down a little?" she asked
irritably. "I'm trying to watch this show!"
"Todokete… Kono koe wo… Tsutaete… Ima sugu ni…"
--Sigh.-- "Why do I even bother?" With her good arm, Faye reached
forward to turn up the volume on the TV unit.
"Got it, got it!" Edward exclaimed, climbing over the couch to turn it up
for her. She took off her headphones, glancing at the screen. "Oooh…
Scarecrow!" she exclaimed happily, sitting down next to Faye, while
being mindful of her injured arm.
"What do you know about this show, Ed?" Faye asked, intrigued that
she recognized it. "It's older than I am."
Edward grinned, speaking in a deep, masculine voice. "Stetson,
Francine, in my office - right now!"
Faye laughed. "So, I take it Billy's your favorite, huh?"
"Who's Faye-Faye's favorite?" Edward asked, her eyes glued to the
television.
Faye paused thoughtfully. "Ahh… I would have to go with Lee, I
guess." she replied. Edward laughed. "What?"
"Scarecrow reminds Faye-Faye of Spike!"
Faye blinked, blushing slightly. "He does not!" she exclaimed. "Trust
me, Lee Stetson has more charm and class than Spike ever could!"
"Is that so?" Spike grinned, coming down the stairs with his cane
draped over his shoulder.
"You know," Faye deadpanned up at him. "You're supposed to walk
with that cane, not carry it around like a club you can bludgeon people
with."
Spike shrugged. "But it's much more fun that way."
The two of them exchanged glances for a brief moment. Ghosts of a
smile appeared on both of their faces; everything was going to be just
fine.
Faye sighed, absently fiddling with the sling cradling her arm.
"Dummy." She glanced back up at the TV only to have Jet blocking
her way. "Hey, old man, I can't see the screen!"
Jet snorted, "Tough."
Faye pouted. "Now I won't be able to see if they discover who
Surdayich is…"
Spike chuckled. "So, what's up, Jet?" he asked. Jet frowned, holding
up a sheet of paper filled with numbers - most of which were in red.
"What's with the red numbers?"
Faye blinked, glancing up at the sheet. "Uh-oh… that's not good…"
"No, it's not." Jet replied gruffly. "We just got the money promised
from Thanatos' bounty."
"So, what's so bad about that?"
"Take a closer look," Jet pointed to a bunch of calculations printed on
the sheet. "You're good with math, aren't you--?"
"Why does everyone keep asking me that?"
"Why do you think?"
"I'm not stupid, if that's what you're suggesting…"
"No… but you're no genius either…"
"All right, you two, knock it off." Jet replied, sighing heavily. Even
though the two of them were dating, they still squabbled like a pair of
old hens. When they weren't fighting, they were kissing, when they
weren't kissing, they were fighting. Go fig. "Anyway, you take the
160 million originally promised and you make a few… deductions."
The other three bounty hunters stared up at him. "Deductions?"
Jet nodded. "First you take away 60,000,000 woolongs for the cost of
repairs to Bathsheba City Mall-"
"-Which was your fault."
"That leaves you with 100, 000, 000 woolongs. Next up, you subtract
490, 000 for the cost of repairs to Faye's car - that stuff ain't cheap…
do you know some of the necessary parts aren't even in circulation
anymore?"
Faye huffed.
"Is that it?" Edward asked.
"Not by a long shot. Next up, you deduct another 10,000 in medical
bills," Jet shot Spike and Faye pointed glares.
"You know, you didn't necessarily come out unscathed yourself, Jet
old buddy." Spike remarked, pointing the giant bandage sitting on his
bald head.
Jet cleared his throat, continuing on. "Then, take away another 890,000
woolongs in damages in Tharsis."
"Tharsis?" Spike blinked. Everyone turned to Faye.
"Mailboxes, street lamps, street signs, and some guy who says he won't
press charges if we pay him 65% of the 890 grand."
"You gotta be out of your damn mind!" Faye exclaimed. "I wish I had
hit the little prick!"
Spike laughed, turning back to Jet. "So, what's that leave us with?"
"Take away all the other little fees, deductions, etc., etc... and you get
9,852,000 woolongs. Divide that three--"
"Four!" Edward chirped.
"-Four ways," Jet amended, sighing heavily. "and you each get
2,463,000 woolongs. So much for 160 million."
"Aw, c'mon, Jet," Faye replied cheerily. "2 million isn't so bad… in
fact, that's pretty good considering."
"This coming from the big money-grubber herself…"
"Shut up, Mr. 'Everything we've accomplished will have been a
waste'… I don't have to take this from you!"
"Would the two of you just can it already?" Jet interrupted. "We'll just
have to be a lot more careful next time."
"'Next time?'" Both Spike and Faye shot him dubious stares. Jet
blinked.
"Does this mean everyone gets to stay on Bebop-Bebop?" Edward
asked hopefully.
Jet paused and paled, still considering the thought in his head. Ed,
Spike, and Faye were giving him pitiful puppy-dog stares. "All right,
all right… you can stay," he muttered. "Lazy bums…"
"Yay! Bebop-Bebop is back in business!"
"What the hell am I getting myself into...?"
"Thanks a bunch, Daddy Warbucks."
"Shut up, Faye. Don't think you're gonna go using up all my hot
water. That goes for you, too, Spike… don't eat everything like it's
going out of style."
"Yeah, just 'cuz you're skinny as a rail doesn't give you permission to
eat like a pig."
"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful."
"Okay, I'll just hate you because you're a lunkhead."
"Lunkhead, lunkhead, lunkhead!"
As the four bounty hunters continued on with their ruckus, Ein limped
over to the television, mindful of his injured paw, and changed the
channel. The ringing of bells, and cash registers rang, following by
two large guns appearing on the screen.
"Hola, amigos! I'm Punch-,"
"And I'mmm Judy!"
"And this is the new and improved Big Shot - complete with more
precise and updated information for all you Cowboys out there!"
Ein sat in front of the TV, watching the two bumbling hosts carry on
for a few moments about how the show had been cancelled due to
low ratings, only to be brought back by 'negotiating' with the top
producer.
"So, Punch, what've we got today?"
"Well, Judy, it looks like we've got ourselves a big fish today." Punch
exclaimed. "It's a toughie, but well worth the while of any experienced
bounty hunter out there. According to our information here, this
bounty's worth forty-seven million woolongs--"
All outside noise stopped, soon to be followed by a mad dash towards
the TV. Ein was pushed out of the way, as Spike, Jet, and Faye, all
fought to get closer to the screen.
"47 Million Woolongs??!"
Edward laughed, holding Ein in her arms. Turning towards you, the
reader, with a grin and a wave, she replies, "O-wa-ri, sayonara!"
WELCOME HOME, SPACE COWBOY…
Author's Notes -
Aaaaieeeee! It's over, it's finally over! Suddenly there is a great absence!
What ever will I do now? ::blinks for a moment:: I guess I'll just have to
write another CB fic... I'm still too far in the mindset to work on my Esca
fic (sorry guys!)
In fact, I'm already in the planning stages for another one... I guess you
say it's a continuation of this fic... but you'll be able to decide that for
yourselves after I start writing it.
Anyway, time to give credit where credit is due...
20 - "The Real Folk Blues", from Cowboy Bebop, performed by Mai
Yamane
21 - "Don't Let Go (Love)", (I can't remember the album name, sorry!),
performed by En Vogue
22 - "See You Space Cowboy", from Cowboy Bebop, performed by Mai
Yamane (a lot of the songs are done by her , aren't they?)
Epilogue - "I Guess That's Why They Call it the Blues", from the album
'Too Low for Zero', performed by Elton John.
also from the epilogue, "Ashita he no Melody" or (Melody for Tomorrow),
from Card Captor Sakura.
All of my information, including song lyrics, quotes, etc. came from
AnimeLyrics.com, The Real Folk Blues (I can't remember the url, sorry!),
and Lyrics.com
Well, that about cinches it! Cowboy Bebop and all of its affiliates do not
belong to me, but by its respected owners and creators whom I neglect
to mention simply because I can't think of their names and I'm too lazy
to find out. Also, Lee Stetson, Francine Desmond, and Billy Melrose are
characters belonging to "Scarecrow and Mrs. King", property of Warner
Bros... I think. However, Macy Caldor, Aeolis Valhoun, Arnold
Benedict, and Thanatos Ragnarok belong to me. I created them, thus
they are mine... not that I really want them that much... =P
Don't try to sue cuz I think all I've got on me is 2 dollars worth
of pocket change.
I hope you all have enjoyed this fic as much as I have enjoyed writing it.
Thanks for you patience as well as for your awesome reviews. ::big hugs::
Thanks a bunch! =)