Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Stopping the Rain ❯ Saving Spike ( Chapter 1 )

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Spike fell to the steps of the syndicate. His blood was rushing out of him in torrents and this looked like the end of him. He was wishing with all his heart for one last cigarette. His eyes closed, no longer caring what the men at the foot of the stairs were going to do. He had done what he had come for. There was no more Red Dragon syndicate. Anyone who really mattered was dead. Vicious was finally finished and Julia was avenged. Sure he hadn't come to die, but unfortunately that was the way some things worked out. The world around him went dark. Sadly it was too soon to see what went on next.

 

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There was a whoosh of air that caused the men to tear their eyes away from the man now lying on the ruined stairs. It was a small zip-craft, hovering above the hole that had been blasted in the ceiling. The hatch sprung open and a young woman came flying out into mid-air. She slid down the end of her crafts towing cable and quickly landed at the top of the stairs. The woman shrugged before starting down the steps towards the stunned and motionless men. She spit out her cigarette and fixed them all with a smirk and a wink.

 

“Ya know the first rule of combat? Shoot them before they shoot you.”

 

She pulled two fully automatic assault weapons from behind her back. Before they had any opportunity to react they all had a number of bullets embedded into and through them. They hit the floor still wondering how such a tiny woman in yellow leather had managed to take out no less than twenty men in a few seconds.

 

Faye dropped her now empty guns and raced down the last few steps to kneel beside Spikes prone body. She flipped him onto his back and grimaced at the huge slice running through his torso. Numerous gunshot wounds were still bleeding and the whole of him was coated in blood.

 

“Spike? Can you hear me? Wake up you asshole. You still owe me 5000 woolongs!” Faye gently shook him while pressing buttons on her bracelet to call her zip-craft directly to her location. The craft alighted a few feet from them and she wrapped her red jacket tightly around the worst wound in his torso.

 

“This is gonna hurt.” She said as she hauled him up the best she could and maneuvered him into the cockpit of the Redtail. As soon as she had him situated she pulled herself over him and the craft took off into the sky. She knew just where to go. Jet wasn't going to be able to patch this one up. He needed a doctor. The Redtail weaved in and out of buildings as she guided it to the door of the very man she needed to see.

 

Faye shot out of the cockpit and went and banged on the “cat doctor's” door. The man in question slowly came to the door, muttering about the hours people kept anymore, and was met with the barrel of a pistol pointed directly at his forehead.

 

“What's the meaning of this young lady?” The old man grunted out, no longer sleepy.

 

“I have a stray for you to fix up. And quick.” Faye motioned to her Redtail with her gun.

 

The doctor shot her a glance and then moved around her to look at her cargo. The look on his face was frozen when he saw who it was she had currently bleeding all over the place.

 

“Well don't just stand there! Help me get him inside!” The doctor yelled frantically.

 

Faye was already behind him with a stretcher. The two maneuvered him onto it and wheeled him inside as quickly as they were able. Once in his office the doctor wheeled Spike into the operating room and shooed Faye to the side. He quickly checked Spike's vital signs and chopped the rest of his shirt from his lanky form. Faye paced as the doctor worked on him, chewing her lower lip until it bled. He wasn't supposed to die. The guy seemed indestructible. He had been shot so many times before, so this had to be nothing… Right?

 

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Not too far away on the banks of a river an elderly Native American man sat slowly stroking a large canine next to him. His gaze was fixed on the heavens, on one star in particular. It was the star of the one he had saved before. This was Swimming Bird's guiding star, barely visible in the coming dawn. He had seen the star fall in his dreams, and now he watched as it flickered before dying out completely. The old man sighed, turning his back. If he had cast his eyes back to the sky he would have seen the star flare back to life as if it had never left.

 

 

 

 

 

A/N: If anyone knows the name of the doctor… I hate to call him Doctor. It seems so generic. He is the man that shows up in the episode where they first get Ein and again when he fixes up Jet's leg from the gunshot wound right after Ed and Ein leave.