Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop
I know, a serious fic from me; disappointing isn't it? Oh well, even if it is serious, I don't think this is too bad of a fic. Maybe I'm wrong though. Tell me what you think of it, and I don't horribly mind flames, they build character! ^_^ (But of course, I do always love compliments!!!!)
Faye walked down the street, head hung low. She kicked at an empty beer can. Why did this have to happen to her? Why did everything bad happen to her? She leaned against a dirty brick building and shakily lit a cigarette, angrily throwing the match to the ground. Why did she ever tell Spike that she saw Julia? Because she was stupid, that was why. Now she'd never see him again.
Faye fought back tears of spite for herself as she walked into a dirty- looking bar. She sat on one of the torn vinyl barstools and put her head in her hands.
"What's the matter, Little Lady?"
Faye looked up to find a sleazy-looking bartender looking her up and down. She didn't answer him.
"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" he asked suggestively.
"Just get me something to drink," she said acidly.
"Sure. What would you like?" the bartender asked, trying to mask his disappointment that she had rejected his implied offer.
"Whatever you have," Faye said grinding her cigarette butt into an ashtray and taking a fresh one out of the pack.
"Faye," said a voice from behind her. Slowly Faye turned to find Jet.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked him.
"I came to find you," Jet said in his gravelly voice.
"What do you want with me?"
"I need to talk to you."
"What could you possibly want to talk to me about? You've always hated me," Faye said, slowly turning back toward the bar.
"I need to talk to you about Spike."
"What about him?" Faye asked bitterly.
"He's alive."
Faye's eyes widened and she dropped her cigarette onto the bar. She quickly picked up the cigarette and snubbed into the ash tray, trying to act nonplused. Slowly she turned to face Jet again.
"What do you mean he's alive?"
Jet paused. "He didn't die that day with Vicious."
"Why should I believe you?"
"Why shouldn't you believe me?"
"You just want me to get back to helping you find bounties. Spike died and you were out one partner. Now I'm gone, and you're out two."
Jet laughed. "You were never a partner. And you were never any help, all you did was cause trouble."
"I'm not listening to this," Faye muttered, rising and walking toward the door.
Jet reached out and grasped her arm with a firm grip. "I'm not lying about Spike. I want you to help me find him."
"How do you know he's alive?"
"I heard it from Ed."
Faye shook her head, smiling. "And you expect me to believe that you're still in contact with Ed, too?"
"She hacked into the ship's computer again. She says life with her dad's tough. She wants to come back to the Bebop. She's willing to help me find Spike."
Faye laughed. "Sounds like you're trying to reunite the old crew."
"I need to find Spike. He's alive somewhere, and I need his help finding a difficult bounty."
"How do you know he's even interested in being a bounty hunter anymore? Maybe nearly getting killed has made him want a quieter lifestyle," Faye said. Even she knew that was she said wouldn't be true. Spike had nearly gotten himself killed many times, and that had never discouraged him from danger.
Faye took a long, deliberating drag on her cigarette. She looked up at Jet, trying to decide whether or not to believe him; trying to decide whether or not to go with him.
To be continued. . . (maybe)
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Is Spike really alive? Will Faye help Jet? Will Ed come back? What about Vicious, is he still alive too?
Well, okay, that's the first chapter. What do you think? Should I continue or not?
I know, a serious fic from me; disappointing isn't it? Oh well, even if it is serious, I don't think this is too bad of a fic. Maybe I'm wrong though. Tell me what you think of it, and I don't horribly mind flames, they build character! ^_^ (But of course, I do always love compliments!!!!)
Faye walked down the street, head hung low. She kicked at an empty beer can. Why did this have to happen to her? Why did everything bad happen to her? She leaned against a dirty brick building and shakily lit a cigarette, angrily throwing the match to the ground. Why did she ever tell Spike that she saw Julia? Because she was stupid, that was why. Now she'd never see him again.
Faye fought back tears of spite for herself as she walked into a dirty- looking bar. She sat on one of the torn vinyl barstools and put her head in her hands.
"What's the matter, Little Lady?"
Faye looked up to find a sleazy-looking bartender looking her up and down. She didn't answer him.
"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" he asked suggestively.
"Just get me something to drink," she said acidly.
"Sure. What would you like?" the bartender asked, trying to mask his disappointment that she had rejected his implied offer.
"Whatever you have," Faye said grinding her cigarette butt into an ashtray and taking a fresh one out of the pack.
"Faye," said a voice from behind her. Slowly Faye turned to find Jet.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked him.
"I came to find you," Jet said in his gravelly voice.
"What do you want with me?"
"I need to talk to you."
"What could you possibly want to talk to me about? You've always hated me," Faye said, slowly turning back toward the bar.
"I need to talk to you about Spike."
"What about him?" Faye asked bitterly.
"He's alive."
Faye's eyes widened and she dropped her cigarette onto the bar. She quickly picked up the cigarette and snubbed into the ash tray, trying to act nonplused. Slowly she turned to face Jet again.
"What do you mean he's alive?"
Jet paused. "He didn't die that day with Vicious."
"Why should I believe you?"
"Why shouldn't you believe me?"
"You just want me to get back to helping you find bounties. Spike died and you were out one partner. Now I'm gone, and you're out two."
Jet laughed. "You were never a partner. And you were never any help, all you did was cause trouble."
"I'm not listening to this," Faye muttered, rising and walking toward the door.
Jet reached out and grasped her arm with a firm grip. "I'm not lying about Spike. I want you to help me find him."
"How do you know he's alive?"
"I heard it from Ed."
Faye shook her head, smiling. "And you expect me to believe that you're still in contact with Ed, too?"
"She hacked into the ship's computer again. She says life with her dad's tough. She wants to come back to the Bebop. She's willing to help me find Spike."
Faye laughed. "Sounds like you're trying to reunite the old crew."
"I need to find Spike. He's alive somewhere, and I need his help finding a difficult bounty."
"How do you know he's even interested in being a bounty hunter anymore? Maybe nearly getting killed has made him want a quieter lifestyle," Faye said. Even she knew that was she said wouldn't be true. Spike had nearly gotten himself killed many times, and that had never discouraged him from danger.
Faye took a long, deliberating drag on her cigarette. She looked up at Jet, trying to decide whether or not to believe him; trying to decide whether or not to go with him.
To be continued. . . (maybe)
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Is Spike really alive? Will Faye help Jet? Will Ed come back? What about Vicious, is he still alive too?
Well, okay, that's the first chapter. What do you think? Should I continue or not?