AN: Cowboy Bebop doesn't belong to me (yeah, I wish). I just wrote the fic. I thought it would be interesting to see what would happen if Julia and Spike hadn't bit the dust. Pardon me if I the characters act OOC. This happens 6 months after the last episode from the series. Let the music play...
Session 1: The Same Old Song
Faye Valentine breathed in deeply after taking a long drag from her cigarette, needing the nicotine rush to fill her system. She looked out into the pitch darkeness of space from the observation deck wondering for the hundredth time why she ever decided to come back to the Bebop. She frowned angrily remembering her reasons. It was for Spike...
Even after all this time, the pain of his betrayal still cut like a dagger in her heart. For the second time in her life, she had laid it all on the line and listened to her heart. And what did she get in return? Her trust was thrown back in her face and like always, she was left alone.
"I should have killed him when I had the chance," she murmured to herself.
The atmosphere on the Bebop was different, yet it was still the same. Jet, being the kind of guy he was, moved on and tried to live with some semblance of normality, ever since they found out that both Julia and Spike died on Mars. Once in a while he would glance at the couch where Spike liked to lounge on, and then smile in rememberance of his comrade.
Hmph. Some comrade. Spike only cared about Spike, and of course his precious Julia. Faye turned around and walked towards the docking bay towards the Redtail.
"Where do you think you're going?" Jet asked leaning against the wall.
"Out," she replied tersely.
"It doesn't change anything. You know that don't you?"
Faye's eyes narrowed into cat-like slits. "I'm really not in the mood to listen to your words of wisdom, Jet."
"Suit yourself," he shrugged and let her pass through.
She walked a few paces before stopping. Good old Jet. He was just trying to help her. The only good thing that happened since Spike died was that she and Jet had come to an unspoken understanding. He was the one who had stayed and helped through those rough days afterward, whether she wanted him to or not. She certainly hadn't made it easy for him.
"I'll be back," she replied softly, not bothering to turn around.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" the blonde woman asked her companion sitting next to her in the ship. "You know we're risking everything by coming back?"
The tall lanky green-haired man let out a puff of smoke from the cigarette hanging off the side of his mouth and nodded affirmatively. "I owe it to Jet."
"What about Faye?"
The man's dual-colored garnet colored eyes showed no emotion as he spoke. "What about Faye?" he replied non-chalantly.
"She's going to take the news pretty hard." From the few moments she spent talking to the woman, she had a sneeking suspicion that Miss Faye Valentine was the kind of person who didn't take rejection very well.
"Don't worry about her. Faye's first priority has always been to look out for herself."
"People can change. You did."
"You better get your stuff together. We'll be landing soon," he answered, dismissing her observation.
Jet had been in the kitchen cooking his famous bell peppers and beef when he heard the hatch from the docking bay open and close. Faye must have decided to come back early. That was a switch.
"You're just in time for dinner," he called out from the kitchen.
"Good. I'm starving," a familiar male voice called out from the lounge.
Jet dropped the sizzling pan to the floor in complete shock. That voice...No, it couldn't be...He slowly came into the room and couldn't believe his eyes. The sight before him took ten years off of his life. There he was, Spike Spiegel in the flesh with a beautiful blonde woman standing next to him.
"Spike?" he asked in disbelief. "But they said you were..."
"As a famous person once said, the rumors of my death were greatly exaggerated."
Jet went over and gave Spike a great big bear hug. Spike immediately winced in pain.
"Watch it Jet, I'm still a little sore."
"Sorry. But when, why, how?"
"I'll explain everything later. There's someone I want you to meet."
"Julia," the older man surmised. "I'm glad to finally meet you."
"Likewise," Julia replied.
"So, where's Valentine?"
Jet let out a low whistle. This wasn't going to be pretty.
Faye jumped out of her plane and immediately noticed another plane parked next to Jet's Hammerhead. She automatically whipped out her pistol and slowly approached the lounge where she heard several voices, one of them belonging to Jet. As she got closer, she began to recognize the other voice. Her heart began to beat unevenly as realized who the other voice belonged to.
"No way, I must be dreaming again," she thought to herself. This was no dream. It was more like a nightmare.
Her legs carried her until she saw him...and her. Her blood boiled with rage!
Spike gave her a crooked grin. "Hey," he said casually.
Before Jet could stop her, Faye raised her gun at arm level, and without having to aim pulled the trigger.
Spike grabbed his left shoulder in pain, as the bullet grazed his flesh.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" he demanded.
Faye slowly lowered the gun and walked away.
Welcome Back Cowboy
To be continued...
Written by: Babboo on 7/25/02
Session 1: The Same Old Song
Faye Valentine breathed in deeply after taking a long drag from her cigarette, needing the nicotine rush to fill her system. She looked out into the pitch darkeness of space from the observation deck wondering for the hundredth time why she ever decided to come back to the Bebop. She frowned angrily remembering her reasons. It was for Spike...
Even after all this time, the pain of his betrayal still cut like a dagger in her heart. For the second time in her life, she had laid it all on the line and listened to her heart. And what did she get in return? Her trust was thrown back in her face and like always, she was left alone.
"I should have killed him when I had the chance," she murmured to herself.
The atmosphere on the Bebop was different, yet it was still the same. Jet, being the kind of guy he was, moved on and tried to live with some semblance of normality, ever since they found out that both Julia and Spike died on Mars. Once in a while he would glance at the couch where Spike liked to lounge on, and then smile in rememberance of his comrade.
Hmph. Some comrade. Spike only cared about Spike, and of course his precious Julia. Faye turned around and walked towards the docking bay towards the Redtail.
"Where do you think you're going?" Jet asked leaning against the wall.
"Out," she replied tersely.
"It doesn't change anything. You know that don't you?"
Faye's eyes narrowed into cat-like slits. "I'm really not in the mood to listen to your words of wisdom, Jet."
"Suit yourself," he shrugged and let her pass through.
She walked a few paces before stopping. Good old Jet. He was just trying to help her. The only good thing that happened since Spike died was that she and Jet had come to an unspoken understanding. He was the one who had stayed and helped through those rough days afterward, whether she wanted him to or not. She certainly hadn't made it easy for him.
"I'll be back," she replied softly, not bothering to turn around.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" the blonde woman asked her companion sitting next to her in the ship. "You know we're risking everything by coming back?"
The tall lanky green-haired man let out a puff of smoke from the cigarette hanging off the side of his mouth and nodded affirmatively. "I owe it to Jet."
"What about Faye?"
The man's dual-colored garnet colored eyes showed no emotion as he spoke. "What about Faye?" he replied non-chalantly.
"She's going to take the news pretty hard." From the few moments she spent talking to the woman, she had a sneeking suspicion that Miss Faye Valentine was the kind of person who didn't take rejection very well.
"Don't worry about her. Faye's first priority has always been to look out for herself."
"People can change. You did."
"You better get your stuff together. We'll be landing soon," he answered, dismissing her observation.
Jet had been in the kitchen cooking his famous bell peppers and beef when he heard the hatch from the docking bay open and close. Faye must have decided to come back early. That was a switch.
"You're just in time for dinner," he called out from the kitchen.
"Good. I'm starving," a familiar male voice called out from the lounge.
Jet dropped the sizzling pan to the floor in complete shock. That voice...No, it couldn't be...He slowly came into the room and couldn't believe his eyes. The sight before him took ten years off of his life. There he was, Spike Spiegel in the flesh with a beautiful blonde woman standing next to him.
"Spike?" he asked in disbelief. "But they said you were..."
"As a famous person once said, the rumors of my death were greatly exaggerated."
Jet went over and gave Spike a great big bear hug. Spike immediately winced in pain.
"Watch it Jet, I'm still a little sore."
"Sorry. But when, why, how?"
"I'll explain everything later. There's someone I want you to meet."
"Julia," the older man surmised. "I'm glad to finally meet you."
"Likewise," Julia replied.
"So, where's Valentine?"
Jet let out a low whistle. This wasn't going to be pretty.
Faye jumped out of her plane and immediately noticed another plane parked next to Jet's Hammerhead. She automatically whipped out her pistol and slowly approached the lounge where she heard several voices, one of them belonging to Jet. As she got closer, she began to recognize the other voice. Her heart began to beat unevenly as realized who the other voice belonged to.
"No way, I must be dreaming again," she thought to herself. This was no dream. It was more like a nightmare.
Her legs carried her until she saw him...and her. Her blood boiled with rage!
Spike gave her a crooked grin. "Hey," he said casually.
Before Jet could stop her, Faye raised her gun at arm level, and without having to aim pulled the trigger.
Spike grabbed his left shoulder in pain, as the bullet grazed his flesh.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" he demanded.
Faye slowly lowered the gun and walked away.
Welcome Back Cowboy
To be continued...
Written by: Babboo on 7/25/02