Author's Note: Well, I am going to be working on some Drabbles for a few day. Why? Well, I am out of town at the moment and the start of my chapter two for 'Gravity' is back home, so please be patient with me (^^) Also, after watching the Jupiter Jazz Part One again, the bar on Callisto is actually called the 'Rester House' and the city itself is called 'Blue Crow'. Thank goodness I rewatched it xD You can see the name of the bar on the door and in the neon pink sign inside above Faye. Yay, for simple fun Drabbles! Now Please Enjoy.

Disclaimer For All Drabbles: I do NOT own Cowboy Bebop. It belong to it's rightful owners. ^^

Drabble 001: Favor

Her heels clicked against the cold sidewalk of Callisto. Her hand stuffed into the pockets of her jacket as she maneuvered around boxes and trash on the street. Rounding the black corner, she stopped for a brief moment as she looked up at the apartment building she was once in with a certian saxphone player. Pushing any thoughts of Gren from her mind, she continued on her mission. Her destination was once again the 'Rester House', the only decent bar on the cold moon, and the last place Edward had recieved a transmissions from a certian lunkhead.

'Be calm,' she thought as she entered the bar. This was starting to become a daily routine for her and Jet. He would sneak off in the middle of the night and be gone for days, just long enough to get hammered and sleep with enough whores, before he would 'accidently' calling Edward giving away his cordinates. At first, Jet was the one going out looking for him, telling her that Spike needed time to morn. Spike needed time for this, time for that. Slowly, the older bounty hunter gave up on looking, leaving her the only one left to search for him.

Walking through the smoked filled haze of the bar, she sighed as the sound of a saxphone filled the air, bringing back way to many memories for her taste. Stopping at the second to the last stool at the bar, she threw her jacket onto the red seat and sat down. The man next to her sat on the last barstool; his head laying on his arms and his face buried into the fabric of his clothes. He smelled of dirt and booze.

"Hey." Her voice came off cold as she poked a slender finger into his arm. How many times had she picked him up from random bar or motels across the galaxy now? If she thought about she could say she had been to Venus, Ganymede, Earth, and now Callisto, for the first time; however, he has never been back on Tharsis, or at least to her knowledge he hadn't.

He remained quiet for a few more minutes before he lifted a hand for another shot. She watched as the bartender filled his glass once more, "This is your last one."

He pushed himself up off the counter and looked at her then to the bartender, raising his glass he mummbled something along the lines of 'whatever' and downed his drink. Slamming his glass down, he stood onto his feet, slightly wobbling as he grabbed his pink fluffy winter coat off the floor and stalked towards the door.

Throwing a few woolongs onto the bar, she stood up and grabbed her coat, slipping her arms through the sleeves as she followed him out the door. She walked behind him, keeping a distant of ten feet between them as they made their way towards the direction she came from moment before. He stumbled a few times and she almost went to catch him, but thought better of it. The last time she tried to help him, he backhanded her across the face. This just wasn't the man she knew, wasn't the Spike Spiegel she remembered.

Then again, she never really did know him. He always kept his feelings to himself, never once had she seen him serious. There was one time which was his farewell to her and Jet, but she didn't count that because he was going there to die. Narrowing her eyes, she mummbled into the air, "Going to see if I'm alive, my ass."

"What?" He turned around to quickly, catching her by surprise causing her to walk right into him and falling backwards, onto her butt.

"What the hell, Spike?!" She pushed herself off the ground and slapped her behind to clean the dirt off, "Don't just stop like that."

"Whatdidyousay?" His words almost sounded jumbled together, but she understood what he was trying to say.

Walking past him, she threw a hand up as if she was waving off his question, "Just some nonsense."

They continued in silence the rest of the way back to the Bebop. She would look over her shoulder everyonce in a while to make sure he was still behind her and everytime she did, he would make a face or flip her off. Why did she even bother?

"Hey Faye?"

Stopping, she turned around, "Yeah?"

"I'm sorry."

She watched his face as he looked in the direction of the Bebop. The glow of the night hiding his facial features from her. Smiling, she tilted her head, "You would do the same for me."

And he had many times before when she ran away. The only time he didn't come for her was when Julia's name had been mention, but even after that he always came looking for her. So she was returning the favor.

So this didn't end up as I wanted it too. xD

I hope you enjoyed this drabble anyways.

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