Okay...ok.....I try to go through as many of the Cowboy Bebop fanfics that
I can but 2541?!!! I tried. I really did. But after three days with rotten
brats (a.k.a. - my nephews. I love the kids but man do they ever wear me
out!!) and coloring eggs, and trying to find my pink bunny ears for
Easter......I tend to quit reading the summaries after I reach 1,000. I'll
keep this original as possible. I don't know who else has written
this.....so all this is on a haunch that my idea...or plot.....is pretty
original.
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowoby Bebop or any of the songs I may use for titles. (hehe....that cleared up about a bajillion chapter titles....)
A Life Of Saturdays - The Hero Dies In This One
Faye Valentine, though beautiful and thoughtful, sat in a bar stool on a busy Friday night wondering why she chose the profession of a waitress to pay bills rather than a doctor, or even a teacher for that matter. So why wasn't she lecturing university students instead of serving alcoholic beverages to beer bellied men going through mid-life crisis? She took a drag on her cigarette, reflecting on her life and knowing exactly why she wasn't in Yale studying to be a shrink. Her mother had told her a million times 'Darlin', you got the looks and the street smarts, just not the book smarts. Don't feel bad, it runs in the family.' Faye's father had been the only one who had put his faith in her through her life, and now he was an overworked vegetable, spending his Friday nights in front of the televison while the wife cooked a hot meal. It wasn't that her father was poor or depressed. He was just bored. Bored of where his life was heading, and now, Faye could see his point.
"Careful, that frown may stay like that if you never change it." Faye scowled at the green haired man beside her. Her only comrade yet her only foe. Childhood companions; and he never ceased to find Faye at a bad time. Faye squashed the cheap cigarette into an even cheaper ashtray.
"Really? It's good to know that you learned from experience, Spencer." The man shrugged and called for two beers.
"Shouldn't you be working? Or something along those lines?" Faye smiled sarcastically. Why did she waste time with Spencer? Because she knew him for so long? She mentelly lied to herself and repeated the phrase ' just friends' in her head.
"I ended my shift an hour ago."
"So why the long face?" Faye buried her face in the cuffs of her jacket.
"I'm so predictable, Spencer. My life is a rerun of a bad drama."
"At least you get the hot guy in the end." Faye glanced up at Spencer for a quick moment and then moaned in annoyance. He wasn't helping her situation none. Spencer caught the signs of an aggrivated female and backed off. "What do you want me to say Faye? You've got a modest job, and me. What more could a girl ask for?" Another groan." Sorry by I have one philosophy in life - if you're bored than you're boring. And you're not a boring girl Faye." Faye brushed a few strands of violet hair from her face and stood up.
"Could you possibly give me a lift home?"
"What about your car? I know you're a bad driver and all but I think you're sober enough to drive on your own."
"I'll have my dad pick it up for me tomorrow. It's Friday anyway. Not like i'm doing anything important." Spencer nodded and gulped down his beer.
"Yeah yeah. I hear ya. Just let me finish this movie that Mick has on." Faye leaned over the bar, immediately recognizing the edited for cable movie.
"Oh yeah, this one. The hero dies in the end." Groans and booing could be heard throughtout the bar, giving Faye a bit of satisfaction for a night. Spencer threw his coat of his shoulder and headed out the door with Faye.
A small click was heard from inside by a small dog, whom raced to the door to greet his master. Spencer kicked at the tiny pooch, mumbling something about "stupid dogs" and retreated to Faye's over stuffed couch. He clicked on the television, cursing the broken remote for making him walk over to the large box. It was then that he noticed a lone videotape; unlabeled. Faye was straggling in just as he pushed the tape into the VCR. An image of a downsized Faye appeared on the screen.
"Adorable. Really."
"Turn that thing off."
"No. I kinda enjoy seeing a younger you."
"Pervert." Spencer chuckled and watched Faye plop down beside him. Silently, the two watched Faye' childhood unfold before them. Suddenly, Faye popped off the cusion and pointed at the screen. "That!" Spencer could feel his ciagrette cling to his lower lip.
"What?"
"That! That is what I want to go back to! Happiness, no worries, not a care in the world."
"Like your Saturdays off?" Spencer laughed at his own joke. But Faye wasn't laughing. She was staring at the child in front of her, remembering what it was like to be carefree. That the only thing she worried about was who she could take to the school dance and if she'd ever get kissed.
"Exactly. A life full of Saturdays." Spencer sighed and put out his cigarette. Slowly, he hung a lanky arm around his childhood friend, unable to comfort her in her time of need. Before either knew it, a kiss was reached between them. The soft kind of kiss. The kind love scenes come from. Faye could see herself leading Spencer to her bedroom in a few moments and taking the friendship thing on a whole new level. She pushed the man away, unable to do that to him.
"Something wrong?" Faye pounded a palm in to her forehead.
"Everything. You're engaged Spencer. You're not mine anymore and doing this would be...unfair." She wanted to continue her little speech, telling him that she'd always love him and that he would be happier with his fiancee. But her decalmation was ended very abruptly by Spencer's angry protest.
"No. Just stop. You're absolutely right."
"Spencer..."
"I'll talk to you later. Goodnight Faye." Faye punted the couch in anger. She wanted to turn to stone at that moment and just lose her faith in everyone she knew just like she would lose all hope of ever mending her cherished friendship that just walked out the door. She flung her petite body down on the cushions and felt a week's worth of work take its toll on her body.
"A life full of Saturdays...Is there such a thing?" She wondered, as she drifted off to sleep, what the future would bring. Adventure? Doubt it. Romance? An even thinner possibility. Death. Now there was a thought. She didn't feel very alive at that moment. More of an emptiness really. Could one walk the earth but still feel dead?
A shrill ring of Faye's cell phone woke her up from her slumber. It was well into noon,considering most of the day had been wasted by senseless dreams. She scanned the carpeted floor, nudging her pooch in the process, searching for the tiny phone. Finally, she found it. A deep voice echoed over the earpiece, sending comfort throughtout Faye's body.
"Hey pumpkin!!"
"Hi daddy..."
"Did I wake you?"
"No....I'm just worn out."
"I heard from your mother that you and Spencer had an argument." Man, news traveled fast in ehr family.
"A small bickering. Nothing more than that." Another lie. It was more than a small fight. The moment Spencer walked out that door, Faye regretted everything she had ever done to the man, just to bring him back.
"Well I drove by your apartment and saw that your car wasn't parked in the usual spot." Faye rubbed her head. Damn, she had almost forgotten about that.
"About that, could you possibly pick up for me?"
"Of course, sweety. I got Roger from the office with me. We planned to get an early start fishing but your mother forgot to set the alarm like I had asked so we ended up - "
"Dad, could you just bring over the car?"
"Of course Faye. We'll drop it over in a few."
"Ok."
"Love ya hun."
"Love ya too Dad."
Faye drove around the streets of the city while recklessly searching for her rining cell phone- again. Her father had brought the beat up convertible over at about one and Faye had taken it upon herself to drive around for the day. So what if she only had half a tank of gas and riding around in a gas eating machine? So what if she only had three bucks to her name? She needed to get out, and getting out she did. She hit the talk button, her mother's high pitched voice ringing through Faye's ears.
"Faye!! Where are you?"
"I'm driving around, Ma."
"Why are you yelling like that?!"
"I'm on the cell Ma!" Faye rolled her jade eyes underneath her small sunglasses. Why did her mother always ask stupid questions like that?
"I didn't mean to call at such an hour but your father was complaining about the alarm this morning. I swear, Faye, it totally slipped my mind! Here I was, trying to seduce your father, and bring back the spice to our marriage- "
"I don't won't to hear this...", Faye muttered.
"What was that?"
"I don't want to hear this ma. All I ever hear about these days are you and Dad's problems. I have problems of my own right now, ya know? I just lost my friggin best friend and you're fighting over an alarm clock!!" Faye punched the steering wheel. To her left, she could see Spencer chatting it up with his future in-laws during a late lunch. This just keeps getting better and better, she thought.
"Well excuse me for trying to talk to my only daughter!"
"Oh cram it Ma! You talk and talk.....you never know when to shut up. And what's worse - you talk about my failures! You know what? If I die before you, send around my childhood tapes, so that people knew I was at my brightest moment when YOU WEREN"T AROUND!!!"
Perhaps Faye overlooked the red light and the eighteen wheeler driving towards her. Or perhaps God chose that moment to end one of the most heated conversations in Faye's life, to shove an eighteen wheeler into the side of her car. Whatever the reason was, it hit. It hit with a sudden, and hard imapct. And Faye didn't feel a thing. She could feel the glass shattering, and the metal bending, but she couldn't feel any emotions. No regrets. She had lost her friend; her sanity. And now she was losing her life. She couldn't even feel a metel rob pierce her left lung. But she could feel the men lift her up into and the EMS van and she could hear the pleading cries of Spencer and her mother on the cracked cell phone. Of all things to survive such a crash....her cell phone. And her mom's voice. The light's blinded her vision as one thought entered her mind : You weren't around. It was weird that she was still angry even though her life was now in a stranger's hands, but maybe it was the only thing that kept her alive. She wished that everyone who made her life miserable would just go away. Strange how fate chooses those moments to make these types of wishes come true. You could wish upon every star for that one soulmate and never find them. You could drop over penny in the world in a well and ask for millions of them in return and remain a poor man. But you wish for your memories to disappear in the heat of the moment, and fate cruelly decides right then and there that if that's what you want, than that's what you get. So much for the billionaire life partner....
Please be kind......when you review I mean. I wouldn't ask you to be nice to everyone you meet....though it wouldn't hurt...
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowoby Bebop or any of the songs I may use for titles. (hehe....that cleared up about a bajillion chapter titles....)
A Life Of Saturdays - The Hero Dies In This One
Faye Valentine, though beautiful and thoughtful, sat in a bar stool on a busy Friday night wondering why she chose the profession of a waitress to pay bills rather than a doctor, or even a teacher for that matter. So why wasn't she lecturing university students instead of serving alcoholic beverages to beer bellied men going through mid-life crisis? She took a drag on her cigarette, reflecting on her life and knowing exactly why she wasn't in Yale studying to be a shrink. Her mother had told her a million times 'Darlin', you got the looks and the street smarts, just not the book smarts. Don't feel bad, it runs in the family.' Faye's father had been the only one who had put his faith in her through her life, and now he was an overworked vegetable, spending his Friday nights in front of the televison while the wife cooked a hot meal. It wasn't that her father was poor or depressed. He was just bored. Bored of where his life was heading, and now, Faye could see his point.
"Careful, that frown may stay like that if you never change it." Faye scowled at the green haired man beside her. Her only comrade yet her only foe. Childhood companions; and he never ceased to find Faye at a bad time. Faye squashed the cheap cigarette into an even cheaper ashtray.
"Really? It's good to know that you learned from experience, Spencer." The man shrugged and called for two beers.
"Shouldn't you be working? Or something along those lines?" Faye smiled sarcastically. Why did she waste time with Spencer? Because she knew him for so long? She mentelly lied to herself and repeated the phrase ' just friends' in her head.
"I ended my shift an hour ago."
"So why the long face?" Faye buried her face in the cuffs of her jacket.
"I'm so predictable, Spencer. My life is a rerun of a bad drama."
"At least you get the hot guy in the end." Faye glanced up at Spencer for a quick moment and then moaned in annoyance. He wasn't helping her situation none. Spencer caught the signs of an aggrivated female and backed off. "What do you want me to say Faye? You've got a modest job, and me. What more could a girl ask for?" Another groan." Sorry by I have one philosophy in life - if you're bored than you're boring. And you're not a boring girl Faye." Faye brushed a few strands of violet hair from her face and stood up.
"Could you possibly give me a lift home?"
"What about your car? I know you're a bad driver and all but I think you're sober enough to drive on your own."
"I'll have my dad pick it up for me tomorrow. It's Friday anyway. Not like i'm doing anything important." Spencer nodded and gulped down his beer.
"Yeah yeah. I hear ya. Just let me finish this movie that Mick has on." Faye leaned over the bar, immediately recognizing the edited for cable movie.
"Oh yeah, this one. The hero dies in the end." Groans and booing could be heard throughtout the bar, giving Faye a bit of satisfaction for a night. Spencer threw his coat of his shoulder and headed out the door with Faye.
A small click was heard from inside by a small dog, whom raced to the door to greet his master. Spencer kicked at the tiny pooch, mumbling something about "stupid dogs" and retreated to Faye's over stuffed couch. He clicked on the television, cursing the broken remote for making him walk over to the large box. It was then that he noticed a lone videotape; unlabeled. Faye was straggling in just as he pushed the tape into the VCR. An image of a downsized Faye appeared on the screen.
"Adorable. Really."
"Turn that thing off."
"No. I kinda enjoy seeing a younger you."
"Pervert." Spencer chuckled and watched Faye plop down beside him. Silently, the two watched Faye' childhood unfold before them. Suddenly, Faye popped off the cusion and pointed at the screen. "That!" Spencer could feel his ciagrette cling to his lower lip.
"What?"
"That! That is what I want to go back to! Happiness, no worries, not a care in the world."
"Like your Saturdays off?" Spencer laughed at his own joke. But Faye wasn't laughing. She was staring at the child in front of her, remembering what it was like to be carefree. That the only thing she worried about was who she could take to the school dance and if she'd ever get kissed.
"Exactly. A life full of Saturdays." Spencer sighed and put out his cigarette. Slowly, he hung a lanky arm around his childhood friend, unable to comfort her in her time of need. Before either knew it, a kiss was reached between them. The soft kind of kiss. The kind love scenes come from. Faye could see herself leading Spencer to her bedroom in a few moments and taking the friendship thing on a whole new level. She pushed the man away, unable to do that to him.
"Something wrong?" Faye pounded a palm in to her forehead.
"Everything. You're engaged Spencer. You're not mine anymore and doing this would be...unfair." She wanted to continue her little speech, telling him that she'd always love him and that he would be happier with his fiancee. But her decalmation was ended very abruptly by Spencer's angry protest.
"No. Just stop. You're absolutely right."
"Spencer..."
"I'll talk to you later. Goodnight Faye." Faye punted the couch in anger. She wanted to turn to stone at that moment and just lose her faith in everyone she knew just like she would lose all hope of ever mending her cherished friendship that just walked out the door. She flung her petite body down on the cushions and felt a week's worth of work take its toll on her body.
"A life full of Saturdays...Is there such a thing?" She wondered, as she drifted off to sleep, what the future would bring. Adventure? Doubt it. Romance? An even thinner possibility. Death. Now there was a thought. She didn't feel very alive at that moment. More of an emptiness really. Could one walk the earth but still feel dead?
A shrill ring of Faye's cell phone woke her up from her slumber. It was well into noon,considering most of the day had been wasted by senseless dreams. She scanned the carpeted floor, nudging her pooch in the process, searching for the tiny phone. Finally, she found it. A deep voice echoed over the earpiece, sending comfort throughtout Faye's body.
"Hey pumpkin!!"
"Hi daddy..."
"Did I wake you?"
"No....I'm just worn out."
"I heard from your mother that you and Spencer had an argument." Man, news traveled fast in ehr family.
"A small bickering. Nothing more than that." Another lie. It was more than a small fight. The moment Spencer walked out that door, Faye regretted everything she had ever done to the man, just to bring him back.
"Well I drove by your apartment and saw that your car wasn't parked in the usual spot." Faye rubbed her head. Damn, she had almost forgotten about that.
"About that, could you possibly pick up for me?"
"Of course, sweety. I got Roger from the office with me. We planned to get an early start fishing but your mother forgot to set the alarm like I had asked so we ended up - "
"Dad, could you just bring over the car?"
"Of course Faye. We'll drop it over in a few."
"Ok."
"Love ya hun."
"Love ya too Dad."
Faye drove around the streets of the city while recklessly searching for her rining cell phone- again. Her father had brought the beat up convertible over at about one and Faye had taken it upon herself to drive around for the day. So what if she only had half a tank of gas and riding around in a gas eating machine? So what if she only had three bucks to her name? She needed to get out, and getting out she did. She hit the talk button, her mother's high pitched voice ringing through Faye's ears.
"Faye!! Where are you?"
"I'm driving around, Ma."
"Why are you yelling like that?!"
"I'm on the cell Ma!" Faye rolled her jade eyes underneath her small sunglasses. Why did her mother always ask stupid questions like that?
"I didn't mean to call at such an hour but your father was complaining about the alarm this morning. I swear, Faye, it totally slipped my mind! Here I was, trying to seduce your father, and bring back the spice to our marriage- "
"I don't won't to hear this...", Faye muttered.
"What was that?"
"I don't want to hear this ma. All I ever hear about these days are you and Dad's problems. I have problems of my own right now, ya know? I just lost my friggin best friend and you're fighting over an alarm clock!!" Faye punched the steering wheel. To her left, she could see Spencer chatting it up with his future in-laws during a late lunch. This just keeps getting better and better, she thought.
"Well excuse me for trying to talk to my only daughter!"
"Oh cram it Ma! You talk and talk.....you never know when to shut up. And what's worse - you talk about my failures! You know what? If I die before you, send around my childhood tapes, so that people knew I was at my brightest moment when YOU WEREN"T AROUND!!!"
Perhaps Faye overlooked the red light and the eighteen wheeler driving towards her. Or perhaps God chose that moment to end one of the most heated conversations in Faye's life, to shove an eighteen wheeler into the side of her car. Whatever the reason was, it hit. It hit with a sudden, and hard imapct. And Faye didn't feel a thing. She could feel the glass shattering, and the metal bending, but she couldn't feel any emotions. No regrets. She had lost her friend; her sanity. And now she was losing her life. She couldn't even feel a metel rob pierce her left lung. But she could feel the men lift her up into and the EMS van and she could hear the pleading cries of Spencer and her mother on the cracked cell phone. Of all things to survive such a crash....her cell phone. And her mom's voice. The light's blinded her vision as one thought entered her mind : You weren't around. It was weird that she was still angry even though her life was now in a stranger's hands, but maybe it was the only thing that kept her alive. She wished that everyone who made her life miserable would just go away. Strange how fate chooses those moments to make these types of wishes come true. You could wish upon every star for that one soulmate and never find them. You could drop over penny in the world in a well and ask for millions of them in return and remain a poor man. But you wish for your memories to disappear in the heat of the moment, and fate cruelly decides right then and there that if that's what you want, than that's what you get. So much for the billionaire life partner....
Please be kind......when you review I mean. I wouldn't ask you to be nice to everyone you meet....though it wouldn't hurt...