Sanity

Chapter 1

By: Rachel*

Rated: PG-13

Gender: Romance/Suspense

E-mail: PeachGirlKiley@aol.com

Web Address: www.Spike-Faye-Shrine.cjb.net

I had to spend a whole day researching mental disorders for this one... From A-Z, you'll be hearing some you know, and some you don't. There aren't many in it though that I felt like mentioning. A new twist for a Bebop fic to say the least. No worries, it won't take place in the hospital for long. If anything to chapter four and that'll be it. I have so many ideas screaming through my mind with this one, I think it'll be really good. Once again another dream @_@' heh, although, to have it make sense Vicious had to already be dead, sorry folks. Well, anyway. Enough babbling! ENJOY! READ+REVIEW!!

Disclaimer: Bebop doesn't belong to me.

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White lab coats surrounded him. Faded faces and muffled voices ran through his clouded mind. Where was he, what was going on? Was this heaven, was it hell, or was he still trapped in his dream?

"You think he'll talk?" One of them spoke. His voice was a lulling monotone; his hands were clasped to a clipboard flipping through pages of a medical chart.

A man scuffed, shaking his head. "In the state he's in, I doubt he'll be talking to anyone other than the people in dream world." He coughed, and walked across the room drawing a curtain, and pulling over a table with various medications spread across it. From bottles of pills, and long needles, to bags of blood, and IVs everything laid in order, gathered into their neat little piles with proper dosages.

"Even so, we should keep him sedated." They all agreed. "Call the nurse in, we'll keep him under with five to six CCs of liquid Diazepam. We'll keep him on it for a week or so and see how he's doing then."

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She laid on his mattress and stared up at the metal, rusted ceiling. She'd been to all the hospitals in the area, all but one. "How could you be there Spike?" Her voice cut through the air like a knife cutting through butter. He wasn't dead; his coffin was in the cold ground, empty. Speer Psychiatric Hospital, it was a place for the insane, how could Spike be in there of all places? She closed her eyes, his face screamed from all directions. His laughing, smiling, shouting, and those helpless moments where all she wanted to do was hold him, but never dared to be so brave.

She had called, and only family were allowed to visit the members under special care. She clearly didn't look like him. furthermore she knew they were lying, holding something back from her, but what? She needed to find that out. The real question was, how?

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"Hello, yes, my name is," she wet her lips in thought. "Jamie." Faye sat on her bed with her legs crossed, and a sheet wrapped around her chilled frame. Her head ached; she had spent endless hours on the phone to virtually every medical facility on Mars. "No," she stated. "I'm looking for someone. I've searched all over and-" Faye stopped as someone cut in. "Well, no. Why does it matter if I'm related or not, I don't understand-" She was interrupted again. "His name's Spike Spiegel." She heard the quiet click of the phone as they hung up on her.

Faye blinked and shook her head in disbelief. At the time she had no idea who was taking care of Spike, and what she was going to get herself into.

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"What do you mean Faye?" Jet squawked.

"The only way in is to be admitted. I need your help with this Jet." Faye walked into the kitchen and got of glass of water. She turned back to meet Jet's blue eyes as she chugged down her icy cool beverage.

"You want me to help you get admitted to a metal hospital?" Jet looked at her as if she had really gone insane.

"Just act like your my father or something, uncle, anything would help." She took a seat in a kitchen chair. "I wouldn't be asking you this if I thought we couldn't pull it off. You can have your friend from the ISSP make me a fake file too. I can have Schizotypal, or be Narcissistic. Anything, Jet.Please, I-"

"Narcissistic?" Jet cut in. Now there was a good one for Faye.

Faye pierced her lips together. "I was doing some research; basically it's a case severe of vanity." She shook her head. "Please Jet, Spike's alive. Help me get him back; they have him in there, trapped for all we know..." She looked at the ground.

Jet coughed. "I know what Narcissistic means." He took a seat across from her. "Do you love him that much?" Jet's question caught Faye off guard, and her cool façade cracked.

She swallowed the ball in her throat and nodded. "Jet, I need to find him and get him out of there, the syndicate has him under lock and key, please Jet." She was begging now.

Jet shook his head. "I fully understand, but consider the fact that he might be in there for a reason. What if he really has a problem-"

"Damn it Jet, its Spike we're talking about!" Faye screamed, pounding her fists into the table. Her voice shook, and she stood covering her mouth with her right hand. Choking back a cry, she slowly started to walk away.

"I'll call Bob now and have him work something up." He smiled at her as she turned back with tears in her eyes. She had been crying ever since he left. "Are you sure you really want to do this? You're really risking it this time; I'll try and make sure any form of medications won't mess you up, if anything, you'll have to take sleeping pills."

Faye turned her head to one side. "What do you mean by that?" She chewed on her lower lip.

Jet smirked. "We did an undercover case once when I was still with the ISSP. We made sure the person was in recovery, and not in the intensive care unit. You can walk around without personal trailing your ass. It's mainly because you're not a threat to others anymore." Faye stared at him in awe; she didn't know what to say.

Jet frowned and looked away. "We'll get him back Faye." He opened the fridge. "How's stew sound?" He muttered.

Faye looked at him oddly. "With beef, or without?" she asked.

"Without," he mumbled. "You should know it wouldn't have any."

Faye sighed, nodding her head. "Stew sounds just fine with me." She walked away and into the hall. It was dark, and silent. No red headed little girl, no small dog, and no Spike. No tall lankly man to stare at, to tease, taunt, love, hate... "Spike, I'll get you out of there."

Sort of short, I know, but I'm sure there'll be a few that are so long you'll want to kill me. @_@ Please don't though, you won't be able to read the rest of the fic. +_+. ^_^ Welp, that's all for now. Please tell me what you think! I'll try and make updates weekly. I'm already working on chapter 8, so we're definitely moving along with this one, and I think it's going to be the longest one yet...well, without a sequel etc. Anyway, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!! READ + REVIEW.