Cowboy Bebop: Jet/Spike, Hope
Title: Fugitive Hope
Author: rosehiptea
Theme: Five Emotions: Hope
Rating: G
Alfred Klein was a scientist guilty of embezzlement and corporate espionage, and the bounty on him had been pretty damn large.
On his own, Jet might not have pulled this one off. They had to go all the way to Venus, where the bounty head had supposedly run, and then Jet did hours of legwork trying to find out where a rich criminal scientist would be likely to go.
That was where they got lucky. A man they met on the street, a nurse who worked in a semi-legal hospital, recognized his picture and was willing to talk in exchange for a few thousand woolongs. Alfred Klein had gone in for an appearance change but had developed Venus-sickness first.
The hard part was getting him out, and that was where Spike shone. He walked in wearing a white coat and a stethescope, nodding imperially at nurses. Then he snuck out a back door with Alfred Klein in handcuffs, quietly knocking out a couple of security guards.
After they had turned Klein over to the authorities, they had money for once. Jet repaired the Bebop and the Hammerhead, and bought food.
As he cooked dinner that night, it occurred to him that for once he had hope. He had a little cash and the promise of more to come if Spike could pull tricks like that. For dinner he had real meat on his table. And he had a partner, something he thought he'd never say again.
"So, what did you do with your share of the money?" he asked Spike as he put the dish of beef and vegetables in front of him.
"Don't ask me questions like that," Spike replied.
Jet backed off, holding his hands up. "OK, OK, I didn't ask."
"Just... don't get too attached to me, Jet."
"Who the hell said I was getting attached to you?"
Spike put a hand on his shoulder and Jet shrugged in feigned indifference to his touch.
"Just don't," he said.
Jet nodded and went into the kitchen. Like all other things, hope didn't last long on the Bebop.
Author: rosehiptea
Theme: Five Emotions: Hope
Rating: G
Alfred Klein was a scientist guilty of embezzlement and corporate espionage, and the bounty on him had been pretty damn large.
On his own, Jet might not have pulled this one off. They had to go all the way to Venus, where the bounty head had supposedly run, and then Jet did hours of legwork trying to find out where a rich criminal scientist would be likely to go.
That was where they got lucky. A man they met on the street, a nurse who worked in a semi-legal hospital, recognized his picture and was willing to talk in exchange for a few thousand woolongs. Alfred Klein had gone in for an appearance change but had developed Venus-sickness first.
The hard part was getting him out, and that was where Spike shone. He walked in wearing a white coat and a stethescope, nodding imperially at nurses. Then he snuck out a back door with Alfred Klein in handcuffs, quietly knocking out a couple of security guards.
After they had turned Klein over to the authorities, they had money for once. Jet repaired the Bebop and the Hammerhead, and bought food.
As he cooked dinner that night, it occurred to him that for once he had hope. He had a little cash and the promise of more to come if Spike could pull tricks like that. For dinner he had real meat on his table. And he had a partner, something he thought he'd never say again.
"So, what did you do with your share of the money?" he asked Spike as he put the dish of beef and vegetables in front of him.
"Don't ask me questions like that," Spike replied.
Jet backed off, holding his hands up. "OK, OK, I didn't ask."
"Just... don't get too attached to me, Jet."
"Who the hell said I was getting attached to you?"
Spike put a hand on his shoulder and Jet shrugged in feigned indifference to his touch.
"Just don't," he said.
Jet nodded and went into the kitchen. Like all other things, hope didn't last long on the Bebop.