I hope THIS fic will have a better record than my last. I didn't take much time to throw it together, and I got the idea because, well, Spike dying would just suck total ass. So, Enjoy! And now....



THE LEGAL MUMBO JUMBO, AKA DISCLAIMER: I own none of these people. Spike, Jet, Faye, The Real Folks Blues, the Bebop, and everything else are not mine! Not mine, I say! So Don't Sue Me! Thank you. And NOW........



THE REAL FOLK BLUES - PART THREE!




He walked down the sidewalk in the downpour of rain. Everyone else was either huddled under an umbrella or scrambling home as fast as possible. He was the only one who wasn't. His long cloak was soaking wet, but he didn't seem to care. The only visible part of his body was the bottom third of his face, which wasn't that pretty. It was riddled with scars and he showed no emotion. He continued to walk calmly, as if he knew where he was going. However, he didn't. It was so new here, so foreign. He continued to walk though, down the sidewalk, in the rain.

***Scene Switches To The Bebop***



Jet was sitting down, eating some food he had just made. Spike had been right when he said it was awful, but this was all Jet could afford. He gulped it down quickly, trying to bypass the terrible flavor. When he was finished, he stood, put the plate away, and walked to the bridge. He passed Faye's room as he was walking, and he heard faint sobs coming from inside. He knew that it was hard for her, but he didn't intrude on her. He sighed and continued walking instead.



***Scene Switches To Mars***



The cloaked figure walked into the bar, got something to drink, and sat. He coughed a bit after he first swallowed some; his throat was still in bad shape. He continued to drink until he was finished though, and continued to sit. He didn't move an inch, which gave everyone around him the creeps.



***Scene Switches To The Bebop***



Jet slowly walked up the stairs to the bridge. The stairs were rusted and bent, but Jet didn't care at the moment. He walked over to look out the windows. He was excessively jittery, and he felt his stomach turn. Rain pounded against the Bebop with a loud thump. Jet sighed once more, and headed back down the stairs. "I need a drink..."



***Scene Switches To The Bar***



The cloaked man heard the door open, but still hadn't moved. Jet took a seat beside him, reluctantly. He tried to get a better look at the man's face, but couldn't. "You ok?" he asked. "I can't hear you; I'm dead." Jet's face paled over as the man slowly removed the cowl. It had been months since he had heard that voice and seen that face. "S-S-SP-SPIKE?!"



"It's been awhile Jet. Nice to see you again. But now, I'm leaving." Spike stood slowly, put the cowl back on, and walked towards the door. Jet stumbled out of his seat, trying to get Spike to stop. "HEY! Wait up!"




Spike's ALIVE! Bwahahahahahahahahahaha! How about this plot twist? Like it? =/ The next chapter will be up soon, so keep an eye out for it.