~~Disclaimer~~ Of course, I don't claim any rights to Cowboy Bebop. However, this fic taking place after the end of the show is my idea.
This fic was originally NC-17. Since no one under FF.net allowed me to edit the story, I decided to re-post it under a different rating. I made a few changes to make sure this story will fit under the rating "R".
Oh, another thing. Some of you who read this fic before may notice that I added a few extra elements to open a sequel for this awesome fic. Enjoy! :)
Title: TIME TO END THE NIGHTMARE
Author: Bleeding Wings
Genre: Drama, Action/Adventure, Romance
Rating: "R" For violence, adult language, adult content, nudity and sexual content.
Summary: This is a fic taking place nearly a month after the end of Cowboy Bebop. Spike survived the wrath of Vicious, but something else besides Vicious' sword is eating him up from the inside. Will Spike ever be able to cope with his traumatic encounter with Vicious and the Red Dragon Clan?? This is my very first Cowboy Bebop fic. Buckle your seatbelts, Space Cowboy! It's gonna be a helluva ride! ^_^
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"How's he doing, doctor?"
"Ms. Valentine, I must admit that your friend, Spike Spiegel, is a true fighter. Despite all the bullet wounds and a very deep cut through the stomach, he somehow pulled through! It has to be a miracle!"
"Will we be able to see him soon, doctor?"
"Of course you can, ma'am. We removed all the stitches from his bullet wounds and the staples from his stomach 3 days ago. It has been 3 weeks since you've admitted him here into this hospital. You know, it was very fortunate that you and your friend, Jet Black, brought him here so quickly. If you didn't bring him in any sooner, he'd definitely be a dead man. How did your friend end up that way?"
"... it's best if you didn't know."
After Faye finished talking to Spike's doctor, she walked back to the waiting lounge, where Jet was reading a magazine. When Faye sat next to Jet, her lovely eyes stared down at the floor. When Jet realized a slight moment of silence, he decided to speak up.
"Hey, why the long face? I know it's been 3 weeks since we got Spike out of the Red Dragons stronghold and brought him here. You heard the doc: he's gonna be all right. I seriously doubt he has any physical damage. That lunkhead is as tough as iron," Jet said, turning to the next page.
"I know, Jet. I know..." she said, with eyes still down to the floor.
(It's not the PHYSICAL damage I'm worried about...) Faye thought to herself.
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Spike's eyes slowly opened, eyes revealing a white room with a nice television in front of him and a vase with lovely roses sitting on a desk nearby. Rather than be completely bandaged up like a mummy, Spike was in his patient's gown, lying sidewards in his bed. Spike realized that there was a card nicely snugged inside the roses. The card read "Better Get Well Soon, Gowljo."
Spike recognized immediately who delivered the flowers to him. Gowljo. Faye called him that months ago when they first met at a casino. Gowljo, a bum who doesn't know which way is up.
That suited him just fine. Rather than open the card, Spike turned away from the roses and faced the other way, keeping the warm covers on and having his eyes stare blankly at the wall. Spike heard footsteps entering his room, but he didn't bother to get up from bed and turn his attention to them.
"Hey, Spike! Looks like fate doesn't have a thing on you! You destined to die: what a bunch of bullshit! Feelin' any better?" Jet asked with heart. Spike didn't say a single word as he still kept his back to his comrades when he lied there in his bed.
"What's up, Spike? You should be happy you're still alive. It's not as though you lost anything valuable-" Faye elbowed Jet right in the stomach. Jet lost breath from Faye's interruption and immediately shut his mouth, realizing what he just said.
"... is he dead?" That question Spike brought up hit Jet and Faye like a runaway truck. They knew immediately who Spike was asking about. A slightly long moment of silence blanketed over the room after that question was brought up. Faye finally decided to break the silence.
"Yes. Vicious is dead, Spike. He's dead," Faye said. She hoped that the answer would finally have Spike turn over, set his attention on his friends and crack a smile.
Spike remained motionless.
(... that lucky bastard...) Spike thought to himself.
"How did you know where to find me?" Spike asked. He didn't ask them with an easygoing tone like he usually uses. He asked them with force, almost sounding as though their rescue was uncalled for.
"Spike, Jet planted a homing device on you right before you left the Bebop. When he activated the homing beacon, we were able to home in on where you exactly were. We found you lying there motionless on the stairs! We crashed through the glass ceiling with Jet's Hammerhead and bailed you out of there. We... we thought you were dead," Faye said, still shakened from how Spike had a brush with death. Faye bit the bottom of her lip when she remembered how she and Jet carried their unconscious comrade into the Hammerhead while she kept the Red Dragons at bay with her blaster.
"... you should have left me for dead out there..." Spike whispered to himself, remembering how Vicious cut him open like a piece of meat.
"What did you say, Spike?" Faye asked nicely. Spike quickly took the covers off and jumped right out of bed. He took off his gown, tossed it to the bed and searched through his closet to get his clothes. Faye quickly turned away from the naked bounty hunter, letting out a light blush when she took a good look at his ass.
"It's nothing. Let's get out of here. We got more woolongs to collect. You know how much debt we're in already," Spike stated, sliding into his pants.
"My thoughts exactly, Spike," Jet said, smiling to Spike's full recovery.
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Onboard the Bebop, Faye and Jet were just done having their favorite dinner: Bellpeppers and Beef. Only this time, there really was beef in the meal. When Faye left her seat, Jet was left to clean the dishes.
"Hey, Jet. Your Bellpeppers and Beef was pure A-quality! What did you add to your speciality?" Faye asked.
"Sorry, Faye, but I can't tell you that. It's my secret recipe, passed down from father to son, God bless his soul," Jet said.
"So what's the secret recipe?" Faye asked.
"Well, if I told ya, it wouldn't be a secret anymore now, would it?" Jet asked. When Faye looked at the table again, something on it made her feel a bit of heaviness in her heart.
It was a plate full of Bellpeppers and Beef, the biggest plate meant for Spike.
"Where's that lunkhead? I can't believe he let his meal get cold like that. It's one of his most favorite," Faye said.
"If I were psychic, then I'd know where he is. Fortunately, I'm not. Just look around, Faye. The ship ain't that big," Jet said, washing the next dish. Faye left the kitchen and searched through the halls of the Bebop. When she entered the main lounge, she finally spotted Spike leaning against the tough glass window with his left hand and staring out at the stars. Keeping his right hand in his pocket, Spike slowly let his head hang down.
"There you are, gowljo. It's been a half hour since Jet called dinner-time. Why didn't you come over and have dinner with us?" Faye asked. Spike didn't answer, acting as though Faye wasn't in the same room with him. Spike continued to lean his hand against the glass window, watching the stars stretch from the speed of the Bebop.
"... If only your star didn't fade away. It's all my fault..." Spike whispered to himself.
".... Spike? What's the matter?" Faye asked, taking a few steps closer to her comrade. Quickly, Spike wiped his eyes with his sleeve and walked away from the enormous, thick glass window.
"Man, I'm starvin'! What are we having, Faye?" Spike asked in a carefree way, raising his arms up in the air and stretching his whole body.
"There's Bellpeppers and Beef, Spike," Faye answered.
"Great! Gotta stay in shape, ya know?" Spike said. Spike slipped right by Faye and headed right for the kitchen. There was something Faye spotted on Spike's face when he passed by, and what she saw made her heart almost as heavy as lead. It was a long streak on Spike's cheek, and it shined against the light.
It was a tear.
"Something's wrong... something's very seriously wrong with him. He's not the same lunkhead I love to mess with. Oh, Spike..." Faye whispered to herself.
... to be continued.
This fic was originally NC-17. Since no one under FF.net allowed me to edit the story, I decided to re-post it under a different rating. I made a few changes to make sure this story will fit under the rating "R".
Oh, another thing. Some of you who read this fic before may notice that I added a few extra elements to open a sequel for this awesome fic. Enjoy! :)
Title: TIME TO END THE NIGHTMARE
Author: Bleeding Wings
Genre: Drama, Action/Adventure, Romance
Rating: "R" For violence, adult language, adult content, nudity and sexual content.
Summary: This is a fic taking place nearly a month after the end of Cowboy Bebop. Spike survived the wrath of Vicious, but something else besides Vicious' sword is eating him up from the inside. Will Spike ever be able to cope with his traumatic encounter with Vicious and the Red Dragon Clan?? This is my very first Cowboy Bebop fic. Buckle your seatbelts, Space Cowboy! It's gonna be a helluva ride! ^_^
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"How's he doing, doctor?"
"Ms. Valentine, I must admit that your friend, Spike Spiegel, is a true fighter. Despite all the bullet wounds and a very deep cut through the stomach, he somehow pulled through! It has to be a miracle!"
"Will we be able to see him soon, doctor?"
"Of course you can, ma'am. We removed all the stitches from his bullet wounds and the staples from his stomach 3 days ago. It has been 3 weeks since you've admitted him here into this hospital. You know, it was very fortunate that you and your friend, Jet Black, brought him here so quickly. If you didn't bring him in any sooner, he'd definitely be a dead man. How did your friend end up that way?"
"... it's best if you didn't know."
After Faye finished talking to Spike's doctor, she walked back to the waiting lounge, where Jet was reading a magazine. When Faye sat next to Jet, her lovely eyes stared down at the floor. When Jet realized a slight moment of silence, he decided to speak up.
"Hey, why the long face? I know it's been 3 weeks since we got Spike out of the Red Dragons stronghold and brought him here. You heard the doc: he's gonna be all right. I seriously doubt he has any physical damage. That lunkhead is as tough as iron," Jet said, turning to the next page.
"I know, Jet. I know..." she said, with eyes still down to the floor.
(It's not the PHYSICAL damage I'm worried about...) Faye thought to herself.
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Spike's eyes slowly opened, eyes revealing a white room with a nice television in front of him and a vase with lovely roses sitting on a desk nearby. Rather than be completely bandaged up like a mummy, Spike was in his patient's gown, lying sidewards in his bed. Spike realized that there was a card nicely snugged inside the roses. The card read "Better Get Well Soon, Gowljo."
Spike recognized immediately who delivered the flowers to him. Gowljo. Faye called him that months ago when they first met at a casino. Gowljo, a bum who doesn't know which way is up.
That suited him just fine. Rather than open the card, Spike turned away from the roses and faced the other way, keeping the warm covers on and having his eyes stare blankly at the wall. Spike heard footsteps entering his room, but he didn't bother to get up from bed and turn his attention to them.
"Hey, Spike! Looks like fate doesn't have a thing on you! You destined to die: what a bunch of bullshit! Feelin' any better?" Jet asked with heart. Spike didn't say a single word as he still kept his back to his comrades when he lied there in his bed.
"What's up, Spike? You should be happy you're still alive. It's not as though you lost anything valuable-" Faye elbowed Jet right in the stomach. Jet lost breath from Faye's interruption and immediately shut his mouth, realizing what he just said.
"... is he dead?" That question Spike brought up hit Jet and Faye like a runaway truck. They knew immediately who Spike was asking about. A slightly long moment of silence blanketed over the room after that question was brought up. Faye finally decided to break the silence.
"Yes. Vicious is dead, Spike. He's dead," Faye said. She hoped that the answer would finally have Spike turn over, set his attention on his friends and crack a smile.
Spike remained motionless.
(... that lucky bastard...) Spike thought to himself.
"How did you know where to find me?" Spike asked. He didn't ask them with an easygoing tone like he usually uses. He asked them with force, almost sounding as though their rescue was uncalled for.
"Spike, Jet planted a homing device on you right before you left the Bebop. When he activated the homing beacon, we were able to home in on where you exactly were. We found you lying there motionless on the stairs! We crashed through the glass ceiling with Jet's Hammerhead and bailed you out of there. We... we thought you were dead," Faye said, still shakened from how Spike had a brush with death. Faye bit the bottom of her lip when she remembered how she and Jet carried their unconscious comrade into the Hammerhead while she kept the Red Dragons at bay with her blaster.
"... you should have left me for dead out there..." Spike whispered to himself, remembering how Vicious cut him open like a piece of meat.
"What did you say, Spike?" Faye asked nicely. Spike quickly took the covers off and jumped right out of bed. He took off his gown, tossed it to the bed and searched through his closet to get his clothes. Faye quickly turned away from the naked bounty hunter, letting out a light blush when she took a good look at his ass.
"It's nothing. Let's get out of here. We got more woolongs to collect. You know how much debt we're in already," Spike stated, sliding into his pants.
"My thoughts exactly, Spike," Jet said, smiling to Spike's full recovery.
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Onboard the Bebop, Faye and Jet were just done having their favorite dinner: Bellpeppers and Beef. Only this time, there really was beef in the meal. When Faye left her seat, Jet was left to clean the dishes.
"Hey, Jet. Your Bellpeppers and Beef was pure A-quality! What did you add to your speciality?" Faye asked.
"Sorry, Faye, but I can't tell you that. It's my secret recipe, passed down from father to son, God bless his soul," Jet said.
"So what's the secret recipe?" Faye asked.
"Well, if I told ya, it wouldn't be a secret anymore now, would it?" Jet asked. When Faye looked at the table again, something on it made her feel a bit of heaviness in her heart.
It was a plate full of Bellpeppers and Beef, the biggest plate meant for Spike.
"Where's that lunkhead? I can't believe he let his meal get cold like that. It's one of his most favorite," Faye said.
"If I were psychic, then I'd know where he is. Fortunately, I'm not. Just look around, Faye. The ship ain't that big," Jet said, washing the next dish. Faye left the kitchen and searched through the halls of the Bebop. When she entered the main lounge, she finally spotted Spike leaning against the tough glass window with his left hand and staring out at the stars. Keeping his right hand in his pocket, Spike slowly let his head hang down.
"There you are, gowljo. It's been a half hour since Jet called dinner-time. Why didn't you come over and have dinner with us?" Faye asked. Spike didn't answer, acting as though Faye wasn't in the same room with him. Spike continued to lean his hand against the glass window, watching the stars stretch from the speed of the Bebop.
"... If only your star didn't fade away. It's all my fault..." Spike whispered to himself.
".... Spike? What's the matter?" Faye asked, taking a few steps closer to her comrade. Quickly, Spike wiped his eyes with his sleeve and walked away from the enormous, thick glass window.
"Man, I'm starvin'! What are we having, Faye?" Spike asked in a carefree way, raising his arms up in the air and stretching his whole body.
"There's Bellpeppers and Beef, Spike," Faye answered.
"Great! Gotta stay in shape, ya know?" Spike said. Spike slipped right by Faye and headed right for the kitchen. There was something Faye spotted on Spike's face when he passed by, and what she saw made her heart almost as heavy as lead. It was a long streak on Spike's cheek, and it shined against the light.
It was a tear.
"Something's wrong... something's very seriously wrong with him. He's not the same lunkhead I love to mess with. Oh, Spike..." Faye whispered to herself.
... to be continued.