Epilogue

"Someone get the comm!" Spike screamed from the couch. It was ringing for what seemed like ten minutes. "Helloooooo?"

Nothing. Spike sighed and stared at the thing ringing only a few feet away from him. But it was just enough feet to make him have to get up. And he was so comfortable. Maybe if you could just reach it with his foot. He extended his freakishly long leg out as far as it could go, but it was still an inch short. If he just arched his back a bit, and balanced on one hand, then just maybe...

Crash. His toe tapped the answer button as his ass hit the floor.

"Hello? Bebop-Bebop!"

Spike peeked at the screen from over his knee. "Ed?"

"Spike person! Are you still a zoooommmmmbbiiiiieeee?!" she asked in her freakiest voice.

"No, Ed. I have officially rejoined the world of the living."

Ed grinned. "I knew you would, Spike person."

"Yeah, you're very smart," he said dryly. "So what's up?"

"Ed has a bounty for Bebop-Bebop!"

Spike sat up. "You have a bounty?"

"Yep!" she turned her computer around to face the screen. "Just came out on Earth. Big money. Big secret," she leaned into the video monitor as if she was whispering in Spike's ear. "Government files. 250 million woolongs."

"Well. That is a big fucking wad of cash," Spike whistled. "Thanks Ed."

"You're welcome!" she shrieked as Ein barked somewhere in the background. And with that, she hung up.

"JET! FAYE!" Spike screamed at the top of his lungs.

"What?!" the both called from various parts in the ship.

"Big money!" he shouted.

This made them come running. "Where?" Jet asked.

"Earth. Some guy named Brent Furcolo. 250 million woolongs."

"No shit," Jet said. "Where'd you hear that from?"

"Ed."

"No shit."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Faye shrieked. "Come on!"

Spike watched as Jet and Faye ran around preparing to take off. He sighed contently as he stared around the interior of the Bebop, the only place he ever in his life called home. For some reason, some stupid Earth song that he'd hear Faye sing in the shower popped into his head.

Que sera, sera.

Whatever will be, will be.

The future's not ours to seeÉ

"Spike, move your ass!!"

QUE SERA, SERA