Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Under Pressure ❯ Ch. 11: End of the Line ( Chapter 11 )

Sadly, I do not own the characters of Cowboy Bebop. They are the property of Sunrise, Bones, and Bandai Visual (2001). They make the money, not me. Nor can I take credit my chapter headings- they are the product of their authors.

 

Chapter 11: End of the Line (Traveling Wilburys)

 

Worry filled Jet as he tried hailing the Bebop. Someone always answered, the unresponsiveness of his partners eating at him like a parasite. “Ed, pack up.”

She frowned, “Why?”

“Something's wrong on the ship.” He didn't want to worry her, but one look told him it was already too late, “I think Faye and Spike were locked into one of the unnecessary rooms, they aren't answering.”

Ed gasped, she thought she'd covered for anything like that. “Maybe the Bebop is malfunctioning or...” she blushed, “Faye-Faye and Spike are busy?”

His head bounced. “Let's get back and make sure.” He scanned the room, “You got everything?”

Nod.

Ushering her out the door, they rushed to the Hammerhead intent on getting back to the ship ASAP.

 

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Faye moaned, pressing against the hand splayed across her stomach. Spike groaned, returning the action with vigor. Neither heard the comm chirp, both too busy to care. The hands moved, Faye leaned close, noses brushing, both immediate fans of the test goo. Hand drifting from stomach to thigh he eased her legs apart, settling above her. She sighed, “Took you long enough, cowboy.”

He hissed, “Wasn't sure I could compete with the bath tub.”

She giggled, “No comparison.”

He grinned as his elbows bent, “Have to admit this is better than the couch.”

Her eyebrow rose.

Chuckle, “Don't have those stupid buttons digging in my back.”

Arms snaking around his neck she stopped the teasing and removed the distance

 

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Jet dug at his head, still no answer. Panicked, he skirted a slow moving freighter and increased speed.

Ed scowled, “Edward thinks they are ok, Papa Jet.” She grinned, “Maybe they are doing what you were certain James-boy was doing to Ed.”

The man shifted, “What do you mean?”

She blinked at him, surprised she'd have to explain, “Papa Jet was afraid James would kiss Ed and Ed would like it and kiss him back.”

Jet grinned, “Right.”

She sighed, “He kissed Ed's cheek.” Sigh, “It was nice.” Gasp, “Don't kill him, please!”

He chuckled, “I think that's ok.” He glanced at the teen, “Use the computer in the hangar to get air throughout the ship and the doors unlocked. I'm going to try and find `em.”

She nodded, “Ok Papa Jet.” Gold eyes studied him, “Are you afraid they are dead or they are doing what Ed isn't allowed to see?”

Shift, “Both.”

Her face soured, “That is really not nice if it is both.” She pretended to pout, “Ah… So Ed is not allowed to see Spike and Faye-Faye swapping bodily fluids! No fair.”

“Ed,” his face curdled, “That's gross.”

Blink, “It is what they are doing if they are not dead, isn't it?” Blink, “Unless they are doing both, which is just sad.”

“Where do you come up with this stuff?”
“Ed asks the right questions and listens to Spike and Faye mumble in their sleep.” Snicker, “It's funny what they say.”

“Probably'd make me blush.”

Nod, “It would!”

 

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Faye sighed, her back pressing tight to the warm mass behind her. Grinning, Spike buried his nose in her neck as he pulled the bedding over them. His hand slipped up her thigh, across her stomach to settle on her diaphragm. She shivered at the soft caress and pressed closer. Her breathing soft and regular she murmured something below the thrum of the ship. Grinning, Spike's grip increased his own breathing regulating as sleep found him.

 

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Jet and Ed dashed from the ship both destined for their prospective jobs. Jet darted through the hatch and barreled down the hallway. His frantic pace slowed when he caught sight of the bedroom door. The room was dimly lit, the door kept open with a clunky boot. Grinning Jet peered through the breach. Two heads closely pressed together could be seen from the hallway glow. The power flickered, the entire ship returning to fully functional. Spike shifted, his grip on Faye pulling her with.

Shaking his head, Jet kicked the boot from the doorway and snapped it shut with a snort. “It's about time, idiots.”

Ed giggled and sprinted by, “Yup. It's about time. Now Ed can have Faye-Faye's room!”

Jet scowled at her, “Where you headed.”

She paused at the lounge doorway, “To talk to James.”

She disappeared.

Jet following, “Hey Ed. ED! Don't sit on the couch!”

 

Now a dynamic shift, think you can handle it, Cowboy?