Author:RisquePerformance

Rated:PG, although this first chapter is fairly simply and holds no violence or sexual content, my further chapters will so If you do not enjoy violence and sexual content I advice you not to read the first chapter.

Disclaimer:I do not own Cowboy Bebop, this is mearly a Fan writing what She thinks could have happened.

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"The building no longer holds a significance as it once did." The television flashes to a screen of a building in ruins then back to the newscaster. "The fight that destroyed the building seems to be caused by the well know Red Dragon Syndicate. Many men are found wounded or dead within the building. The death toll included two men that were found around the area of the roof. One man was found spread out on the roof and the other was found face down on the descending staircase. We are being led to believe that the killings had ended with these two men." The news caster puts her hand to her ear and looks down obviously trying to hear an incoming status. She looks up a slight excitement on her face.

"We have just heard that neither man can be identified." Two photos are posted on either side of the news caster to show the unidentified men. The left photo shows a man with long silver hair draped slightly over his face eyes slightly open. The right photo was a photo of a tall man with a straight long nose and a dark swamp green mess of a hairdo. Both men were covered with blood. Both were noticeably dead. The woman anchor looks back at the camera her brown hair bobbing as she winces at the two horrific photos obviously surprised her news network would show such images. She catches her breath and begins to speak again. "The I.S.S.P. has asked that if any known information about either man please call…"

The stoic bald man sitting on the yellow beat up couch flipped off the TV and sighed. The dark room enveloped the man as he sat still in wonder. Jet Black knew his partner was dead before he even left the ship that day. He knew his partner was dead before he felt the need to finish the fight. He did not need the news to confirm what he already knew. What he wanted to confirm was what would happen now. What would happen after the cowboy left?

His eyes burning from lack of sleep, looked around his empty sitting room quarters imagining his once shipmates surrounding him.

The same green haired man slouching against the stairway railing smoking a long inflamed cigarette his eyes opening and closing as he gives a smirk at the girl speaking.

A raven haired beauty surrendering herself to the green chair as she paints her nails and spits venomous words at the smirking green haired man.

A young girl playfully laying upside down on the coffee table as she taps away at a computer commonly called a fruit name as she shouts out a limerick that constructs as much as an oddity as a answerless riddle.

A light brown dog, a corki, whines and rolls over pushing his back against the woman's leg as he snores a light puppy sleep much against her protests of him touching her.

A door slams and Jet is pulled out of his invision. He hangs his head down low and looks back up at the blank TV screen seeing the reflection of him sitting in the empty room unlike his vision. He stands slowly stretching watching the dust particles cling to the air as he looks off at the door that was just slammed. He stops at the door to the room she has locked herself within for the past four nights. Her muffled cries each night have shown him the emotion he too feels for his lost comrade, but can not express.

Jet looks at the door then knocks as lightly as he can with his metallic arm. Placing one hand against the cold metal of the hallway interior he leans in to listen. No answer but he can see the movement from under the door panel. "Faye, can I come in?" He asks looking away from the door like it pains him to know his lady friend is distressed over the cowboy's death. He does not know if it's a stress that she could not help him or a stress that she's lost him. When it came to the two squablers he always knew there was a connection further than friendship, but they never got a chance to express it. Jet believes when the man had gone to finish it, Faye had finally succumbed to her feelings. The man could have felt the same way, but under the passions and love he had for the angel of his past it was and would always remain deeply hidden.

Raping his hand again against the door he listens for a response. Still no answer except an audible sucks in of breath, probably due to pain. Jet grabs the handle and twists slowly peeking in to make sure the beauty was dressed.

The thick air of the musty room surrounded him. The thickness was due to the cigarettes that littered the table. They always ruined the clean air with their smoking addictions. The one thing they openly would admit in front of anyone as a similarity. Jet always thought the addiction filled their needs of the past and not the true addiction of nicotine. It was quick filler to what they were missing in life.

"Did the bounty go through," he asks before attempting to look at her. As he finally let his eyes set upon her he sees her sitting on the bed with a rag to her thigh. The only light in the room coming from a dim table lamp and it itself has taken a liking to spreading its warmth across her pale skin.

The rag runs red as she cleans the wound. She looks not to be in pain as she cleans it with even the toughest of rubbing alcohol. Her stance is different. Broken almost. Her sweater that was once strategically placed to show off her promiscuous curves is now fully on her body covering her upper torso. She does not look up, but through the violet tented hair that has fallen over her face he sees her eyes are glimmering because of the shimmer of tears they hold. Jet sees that she is thinking of her fallen partner and not the pain. She is painless these days.

"Faye.." Jet repeats her name and she looks up broken from her trance. Her green eyes look huge and innocent in the dim light.

"Yeah.," she asks in a response weakly. Jet looks at her make-upless face, noticing how she does not try to invoke the stares of men now. "Did you get the bounty," he repeated. He saw her carelessly grab the money card and place her own against as she withdrawals some money. She then tossed it to him with out an answer but Jet took it as positive. He looked at the worn card and back at her. His eyes lingered to the rag covering her leg as she cleaned up. "He fight tough," he asked keeping away from eye contact. Her emerald eyes are so different but as of lately he sees the cowboys once entrancing eyes in them. The have the same alluring hollowness, they look like they are missing something. A fire inside. Faye shrugged and began to put the bandage around her thigh wrapping it tightly before grabbing her cigarette pack and the silver lighter the man used to keep on him.

Jet saw this and figured it was a motion not telling him to leave the room but advising him to. He crept back out of the room looking back at her before he left and shut the door. He stared at her body slouched over as she put the cigarette to her lips Watching her eyes dance because of the flame the weak lighter produced. He shut the door letting Faye expose herself to the smokey insides she craved for.

He knew he would not attain more than what she had said to him in the past few minutes he stood there. Faye had come in hours after the fool had left, hours after he had seen his ship depart, still clutching her bullet less gun and said "He's gone." She walked out and off the ship in her Red Tail to pursue a gamblers paradise with the money she did not have. His Money. Jet gave it to her with out her even glancing or suggesting she wanted it. He gave it because he knew it would band aid the prison she locked her once again frozen heart in. The prison it will stay in until her body and mind catches up with its old age.

He flipped the card between his fingers and left to fill a fridge that was now meant for two lonely people.

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She took a long drag of the cigarette the smoke filling her lungs and giving her that fulfillment she lost when she lost herself. Her chest was empty. No heart beating wildly. No heart that makes her crazy for the lust of the eyes of different men, or the one man who never cared. No heart to make her crave the chase of a fight. The fight was her heart. She could not have a beating heart with out the fight within and out and she could not have the fight without the heart.

Faye looked at her wound tight thigh as she blew the smoke out slowly letting it create a slight burn to her moistened eyes. She stared at the bandages that were already receiving a slight pink tint.

She had almost lost that bounty today. Her frozen heart was not into it as it used to be. He had caught her leg with the edge of a knife when he went to tackle her before escaping. She jumped up not feeling the pain; she would never feel pain again. She was back to being frozen, stuck with where she was placed. When the bounty ran off she jumped up and shot twice once in the hand wielding the knife and the next directly in the knee. The bounty fell and she had just made thirty million woolongs. She did not care. Taking a last drag of her ciggerate she held the smoke in then let it out. Flicking the cigarette into the dirty cluttered ashtray as she stood up.

Standing up she undid her sweater and left it there draped halfway off the bed. She grabbed her robe dragging it across the floor as she walked out of the dark room. Taking slow steps she was leading herself to a sanctuary to let herself go. She was dying and she could feel it. She was not dying in the literal sense, but her spirit. She was always fueled to fight because of anger.

Anger that her memory of her past was gone. Was being the opportune word. She just recently began to get her memory back. Now that it was back she was no longer angry that she could not remember, she was angry that she could. Faye had always thought that her memories would make her happiest but they only show her what of her past that no longer exists. Friends. Family. The only friends and family she has now are one in the same. Her family now is almost gone. Two left for Earth and one possibly dead.

Her anger these days relied all on herself. How she would get herself caught up in gambling ignoring the lofty debt she had. The fire it created in her belly was like a passion only a man could give her. No one understood why gambling was so hard to quit. Money was something everyone wanted. It created pleasure wherever it was at. She wanted pleasure to fill her empty body where her memories were to be. She gambled for her memories once, now she was afraid she was gambling because of her frozen heart.

Her anger was the cause of it all. How she would let herself fight with that man, that lunkhead. He fueled her for her anger spits for the rest of the battle of catching a bounty. He fueled her in a way no man did when they made her angry, it was different with him. An enjoyment or better yet a satisfaction. She always came back to secretly forgiving him though. She could never stay mad at anyone, not even the person she hated most. Herself. She did not hate him though. Never did.

Faye looked around the bathroom; it had not been cleaned yet. Locking the door she looked in the mirror at her worn face. The dark circles under her eyes were too prominent lately due to crying and worrying for the dead at night. Not the dead, but the could be dead. Not even the could be dead. She worried for him. Faye didn't try putting make up on because she knew it would be worn off because of tears or lack of care.

Faye let her eyes wander to the sink edge staring at the artifacts laid across it. There was her lipstick, looking like an alien being next to the many different manly products of razors and combs. Her eyes lingered on the hairbrush too long that was cluttered with strangles of green hair. Huffing out a hot breath she turned the shower on let the water heat before she washed away the pain she should feel.

The yellow outfit she let fall to the ground after removing it was still weighing on her. Before stepping in the shower she stares at it feeling the burden it continuously brings her. Her gamblers hand will have to wait so she can create a new outlook for herself. The banana color outfit helped with the catching of bounties and their hearts but being looked upon as the whore that no one cared for was not worth it anymore. She would simply have to begin using her physical combat to catch her bounties.

She pulled the curtain back and stepped into the steam that her shower created. Letting the water spray her body she lingered her thoughts to those of weeks past. Faye thought of her past crew mates and the last shared moments of contentness.

The giant leader bending over a stove cooking a meal for five as she looked on laughing at his pink apron tied tightly around his waist.

The bouncing young girl searching for a bounty that she would allow a reward for no matter how much her endless ramblings annoyed her.

The mutt licking the water from a shower off of her feet as she curses then gives a head rub too.

The man offering a cigarette that she accepts as she watches his eyes take in the burning flame, deep in thought.

Faye grabbed the soap and began to scrub so hard with frustration; she forgot that she was trying so hard to not let her emotions show. Forgetting she was trying to hold her tears in.

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The Computer screen blinks in a dark room. The room is empty besides a bed there is no personal collections around except a few electronical items. Three beds lay in the room. Only one has an occupant on it. The person begins to type furiously then giggles a child's youthful laugh as she tracks an old fishing boat drifting in the sky. A dog barks. "Ein! Do not fret soon Bebop ship will be back to get Ed and we will go fly away once again!" the child speaks in a Waverly voice shaking her fingers as though the idea was mysterious and scary. The dog whimpers. The red haired girl grabs the dog by the cheeks and brings her nose to its snout a sudden sadness in her always happy features. "Ed wants to see Faye-Faye, Spikey, and Jet Person…Don't you want to see the people!?" Ein stares at his friend and rolls over letting his tail wag. "ZOOM!!!"Giggling Ed yells as she jumps onto the floor as if she was flying a ship and begins crawling on all fours like her furry friend Ein. She reaches to pick up her remote control desperate on controlling the Bebop to come pick her up once again.

LEAD THE WAY COWGIRL

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There will be following chapters, but you will have to wait. I am going through finals next week but as soon as I return home for the summer the remainding chapters will be written and posted, I will try and Hurry them as much as I can.

Please Review, It'll help me write the chapters faster as well.

-RP