Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ The End ❯ The End ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

The End


"Bang." Spike Spiegel's body collapsed on the stairs of the top floor of the syndicate building. He'd finally done it. His life was finally
finished. Viscious was dead. Julia was dead. He was finally sure he had been alive, if only for a brief moment. He thought of Julia's last words as the life drained from his body.

"It was all a dream."



Edward Wong Hau Peplu Tivursky IV, as she had named herself, walked
along the edge of a great crater. She was still in search of her father. Something in the sky demanded her attention, so she looked up.

A star streaked across the sky. Somehow, Ed knew exactly what it meant. "Good bye, Spike person. Best of luck in Eternity."

Beside her, Ein whimpered in sympathy. After a moment, he began to
howl. His howls were soon joined by others, all honoring the memory of a great man.

Edward looked down at her canine companion. She tilted her head a moment before throwing it back and howling herslef.



Faye Valentine had pulled her ship out onto the deck of the Bebop. She
was considering dumping it in the ocean. As she pondered, she lay on the top looking up at the sky. She inhaled the toxifying smoke from her cigarette and held it in her mouth a moment.

As she exhaled, she saw a star falling on the horizon.

"You actually did it," she said quietly. "God, Spike. Why?"

She let the tears fall down her face. She couldn't wait for Jet to get
back so she would have a shoulder to cry on.



Jet saw the explosions. *That has to be Spike,* he thought. He ran as fast as he could towards the syndicate building. It was being blown to bits. He followed the trail of carnage up to the top of the building.

There he was, lying on the steps. "Damnit Spike." Charging up the steps, not caring that there were half a dozen of Viscious's men surrounding him with machine guns. He dropped to his knees and turned Spike's body over.

There was a tiny bit of life left in him. Spike smiled up at Jet. "I
knew you'd come."

"Quiet, Spike. Just stay quiet. I'm going to get you to a hospital and..."

"Too late." He coughed, blood coming up from his lungs. "Jet. Take care of her, ok?"

Jet blinked. "Faye?"

"She needs you, Jet. Just take care of her." His eyes closed.

"No Spike, you can't leave me. You can't leave US!"

"I found it, Jet. I found my life. It was all a dream." He exhaled for
the last time.

The older man looked down at his partner, his friend. "SPIKE!" He held
him close, crying. Jet didn't care who was there.

After a few minutes, he picked up Spike's body and carried him out of
the building. Nobody stopped him. He walked the entire way back to the
Bebop carrying his friend.

Faye saw him approaching and jumped down from her ship. "Is he?"

He didn't answer, but continued on into the ship.

Faye followed timidly, not sure what to make of the situation. "Jet,
what are you doing?"

"He deserves a decent funeral." He moved into the storage area and found a crate big enough to hold Spike's body. Kicking off the lid, he gently lay him inside.

Faye put a hand on his shoulder. "He did exactly what he intended."

Jet flinched at her touch, but remembered Spike's last words. Spinning
around, he pulled Faye into his arms. He held her close as he cried.

Faye was in shock. She'd never seen Jet show emotion before. Something
made her wrap her arms around him. Her emotions flowed through her.
Together, they cried for their fallen comrade.




Jet and Faye sat across from each other, both staring down into their dinner plates. Green peppers and beef. It had been Spike's favorite. They both sighed deeply and pushed their plates away. "Why do so many things remind me of him?" Faye asked quietly.

Jet shrugged. "Maybe we need to just get back to work."

"Work? What work?" Faye shot to her feet, slamming her hands on the table. "Big Shot was canceled. There's no more bounties to be had!"

"Well, we can get freelance work." Jet stood and cleaned the plates from the table, dumping the food into the bowl on the floor that said Einstein.

Faye's heart clinched as she watched him. She missed the little Corgi. Truthfully, she missed Ed as well. "Oh Ed... she doesn't know."

Jet looked up. "What?"

"Ed doesn't know about Spike, Jet. We really should try and find her."

He nodded and placed the dishes in the sink. "Ok, I'll go get this thing started." He headed out the kitchen and started for the cockpit.

Something was odd. The first thing he noticed out of place was the red light blinking on the console. He went over and pushed the button beside it. A voice only file began to play. "Well, I guess this is it."

Jet stopped the playback and sank into his chair. That voice was Spike's. He hit the intercom button, "FAYE! Get up here, now!"

Moments later, she appeared, cigarette dangling from her mouth. "What?"

"Come listen." She moved over to stand beside him. He began the playback again.


"Well, I guess this is it. I know you're wondering why I'm recording this. I thought maybe you might not be able to handle seeing me, but my typing is worth crap. That's why it's a recording." They could almost see the grin on his face. "Anyway, if you're listening to this, I must be dead. I'm not surprised, really. I knew it was going to happen eventually. Today was as good a day as any.

"There is a reason for all this. Y'see, a while back, I came into a little money. Vicious killed Mao, the closest person I ever knew that could be called a father. Mao left all of his assest to Annie and me. Well, if Annie is still alive, she gets it. But, I don't think that's going to be the case." His voice sounded sad.

"I've left all of the money in your name, Jet. All except for a little I set aside for Ed. See that she gets it, okay? Oh, and give some to Faye. I'm sure she'll just squander it at the casinos, but I am hoping that maybe she's become a better person than that now. Take care, Jet. I'll see you on the other side." Static filled the air for a moment before several numbers, bank codes, filled the screen.



"Why that low down, dirty, no good, son of a..."

"FAYE!" Jet spoke with a commanding tone as he keyed in the acocunts. Numbers flowed across the screen and he wistled low. "Whoa."

She looked over his shoulder and her jaw dropped. "He had that much money and didn't tell us?"

"He always had a purpose in life. Maybe this just didn't fit in with it."

"We were STARVING, Jet! He could have taken out a couple of hundred thousand to help us get by."

The large man shrugged. "Maybe he was afraid of it. Who knows. At least now I can get the Bebop repaired and try and find some business."

"I can't believe the nerve of that green haired menace. He was letting us starve while he had all that money." Faye began to pace, puffing on her cigarette.

Jet grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. He slapped the cigarette from her mouth and kissed her.

Shock was the first emotion she felt, followed quickly by anger. Confusion began to settle in before all her emotions crashed down on her. The tears returned to her eyes as their lips parted. She lay her head on his shoulder and cried.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "We're going to be okay, Faye. Everything is going to work out."

She sobbed until it came in short gasps. "I don't want it to work out," she sputtered. "I want Spike back."

"We never really had him in the first place," Jet replied softly. "He said his life was a dream. Maybe he was just in our dream... or us in his."

"It's not fair."

"It never is." He pushed her back from his shoulder and brushed the hair from her beautiful face. Kissing her forehead, he spoke, "Go get cleaned up. I'll set our course for Earth. Hopefully we can find Ed relatively quick."

She nodded and sighed. "Thanks Jet," she said as she turned and left the bridge.

Jet let our a sigh and collapsed into the chair. "Damn you, Spike. Why'd you have to do this." He slapped the console and turned the ship towards Earth.