A/N: Hello all, I'm back again. No songfics this time, just a good old fashion sequel. Remember that little story I wrote, "From the Pages of the Bebop"? Well, I figured that the story wasn't finished, and I launched into it again. Um…I guess I should warn you, first and foremost, that this fic isn't as happy as we might have hoped it would be. And there will be lemons, just to forewarn. I'll let you know when that's coming up.

In case you were wondering (though I doubt you were), I got the title for This fic from a kirstin dunst movie, actually, though I've never seen it. Crazy/Beautiful is what it was called. So I replaced 'crazy' with 'tragic', and it all came together. And though the rating doesn't apply for these first couple of chapters, it will real soon. Also, no diary entries this time. It just didn't fit with the flow of this story, so...

And I apologize before hand, for any ooc-ness that might, and most likely will occur. But please remember, this is set after the rfb's, and the crew has been through some rough times. If you haven't read the precursor to this fic, then I suggest you do so, or things may get confusing.

So…I guess that's it for now. Just sit back, relax, read and enjoy. I hope this is as good as the first one, if not better. And please, if it's not too much to ask, why not leave a review, and tell me how I'm doing. But if you do review, please, no flames.

Well, I'll shut up now, and let you get to it!

1. Pregnant Women Are Insatiable

"You've got to be kidding me!" The visibly pregnant woman yelled. "Just because I'm 'with child', doesn't mean that I've become an invalid!"

"What language do you need me to say it in, Faye? No means no!" The man with the fuzzy, green hair shouted in retaliation.

"He's got a good point, Faye," the balding man stated. "In your current state, going after a bounty wouldn't be in anyone's best interest."

With an aggravated huff, the fussy female awkwardly lowered herself down to the old, yellow couch. Even though the two men had a good point – and a valid one at that, that didn't mean that she was going to give up on this so easily. True, she was six months pregnant, and true, she was lacking a certain sort of sex appeal, and true to all of the others things that were argued that night; but that was hardly enough to keep her out of the game in her mind.

"This is all your fault, you know," she casually tossed her cowboy's way.

"Yeah, well, I don't recall you complaining during the process."

Giving a huff of his own, the older cowboy in the room raised a hand to quickly silence them.

"You two can fight all you want to, but as long as I'm in the room, leave your room antics to yourselves."

Sparing sly glances at one another, Spike and Faye thought of all the things that they could tell 'dear ole dad'. Thinking better of it, for sake of argument, Faye shook her head and kept her mouth shut.

"I honestly don't know why you won't let me go out just one more time," Faye practically whined.

"You're pregnant, Faye," Spike dryly stated. "And no woman of mine is…"

"Woman of yours?" Faye shouted.

Jet cringed and sunk down into his chair, dreading what was coming next. Spike's left eye twitched at the increase in Faye's volume, fully understanding that he, once again, opened his mouth and inserted his foot.

"The last time I checked," she continued to rage, "Faye Valentine belonged to no one but herself! Granted I may be your girlfriend, and I may be the mother of you kid, that doesn't give you the right to 'own' me. What next? Are you gonna stick a flag in my ass and claim me in the name of the Queen?"

Spike stared at the ceiling, hoping that she could just forget about what he had said. When he felt Faye kick him in the shin, though, he knew there was more.

"Well? Are you going to answer me? Of course you're not. Why in the hell would the great Spike Spiegel ever actually, logically, speak to the woman he knocked up!"

As Faye extended her tirade, Jet leaned over and whispered to the source of this one-sided quarrel.

"You know she's pregnant, Spike. And you know that means that her hormones are out of whack, even by normal Faye-standards. Why would you say something like that to her?"

"Ya got me there," Spike responded in kind. "But then again, no one ever said I was a smart man."

"You're dating Faye Valentine. You're damn right you're not a smart man."

The two cowboys chuckled to themselves, thankful that the woman in question was too deep into her rant to notice that they weren't paying attention. That didn't last much longer, however.

"Oh, so now I don't even warrant you attention? Not even just a fraction of it? What in the hell was I thinking when I decided to stay on this ship? Two lazy, slobbish men are so not the kind of roommates I need."

Rising from the couch, the lazy, slobbish man with the green hair decided to take it upon himself to silence his shrew the best way he knew how. Stepping up to her and easily weaving his arms around her distended form, Spike quickly caught her in a kiss, and then there was silence once more.

Looking away and grumbling about kids these days, Jet blushed ever so slightly. He didn't know what was worse: Spike and Faye fighting all day long, only to end when one of them finally walked away, or Spike and Faye fighting all day long, only to end when one of them finally kissed the other. As he heard Faye's pacified giggle, he was sure it was the latter.

"If you two are finished," Jet began curtly, "then can we at least resolve this now? If we wait any longer, Faye will have had the kid, and then this won't be a problem."

Pushing away from the offending, yet comforting arms, Faye composed herself and went back to pleading her case.

"Please, you guys. I know I don't exactly fit my old outfit anymore, and I know I'm not the most agile anymore, either, but this guy is so simple, and I just want to get one more guy. Please? I promise I'll be super safe, and you'll be amazed by how efficient I can still be. And after this, I'll officially go on maternity leave!"

The two men glanced at each other, easily noticing the candy tone to Faye's voice now. Hormones, mood swings, and want sure knew how to soften up this woman.

"Just one more?" Jet probed.

"Jet!" Spike countered. "You can't honestly be thinking about letting her do this, can you? She's pregnant! I don't know how else to say that!"

"I know she's pregnant, Spike. Christ! If I knew that you'd be such a goddamn overprotective ass once you finally admitted that you loved her, then I would have never advocated for any of this at all!"

"Um, I'm right here, you guys…" Faye quietly interjected.

More often then not, when the three of them got into an tiff, Jet and Spike would inevitably start in on his and Faye's relationship, and of course, the baby. When the topic was first brought up in such a manner, Faye had dashed out of the room in tears, positive that Jet hated their relationship, and hated the baby that was growing inside of her. But after many apologies, reassurances, and massive bars of chocolate, Faye was finally convinced that they only argued on the subject because they cared so damn much about her and the child.

"It's just one more time, Spike. She's a capable woman, and you know that! She'll be fine. She's never let this trip her up before!"

"Well, she never had a fucking watermelon under her shirt before, either!"

"Hey, I'm not that big," Faye retorted, knowing full well that her words fell on deaf ears.

"She's not that big yet, Spike. Look, I know that you're concerned and all, but you gotta trust her. If she says she can do it, then I'm sure she can. And besides, you've seen the file. Ed has everything on him, and he's just some small fry. Just let her get this last one, before she can't get anymore. Once this guy's money in the bank, then you can fawn over her all you want to."

"Well…" Spike thought it over as he decided to ignore Jet's last comment. "I don't like the idea."

"You wouldn't, would you, lunkhead?" Faye once again said to herself.

"But…since he is just a small fry…I guess she can go," he finally consented.

"Thank you, Spike!" Faye beamed as she wrapped her arms around the man, glad to be going, and glad to be a part of the conversation again. "You won't regret this, I promise!"

"Get off me, woman," he feigned anger as he gently pushed her away. "And you're right, I won't regret this. I already do."

Faye smiled at him again and ran her hand through his hair. She had learned a while ago that such a simple little gesture could get him to agree to almost anything. And with that tidbit of information, Faye could virtually get him to take over the world.

"I'll make you very happy that you agreed to let me go," Faye practically purred to him.

"Well, if you put it like that," Spike answered, tossing her a coy glance. It took much effort on his part to keep from attacking her right then and there, but he tried his best to keep public displays of affection to an absolute minimum outside of their bedroom door.

"That's it!" Jet yelled, standing from his chair. "We've figured it out: she's going. Now anything else you two need to 'talk' about, do it in your room!"

"We made dad mad again," Spike taunted.

"And stop calling me dad!" the older cowboy bellowed as he retreated down the hallway.

Feeling an arm make its way around her waist once again, Faye finished chuckling at Jet and turned to her restrainer.

"So, you wanna go let me thank you in private?" Faye asked, already knowing Spike's answer.

"You know," Spike started as he began to pull her towards their room, "for a pregnant woman, you're absolutely insatiable."

and that's the first chapter, folks. no flashy prolouges, etc., just good times on the bebop. like i said, though, things won't stay that way for long. but anywho, how was it? sorry for such a short chapter. they'll start to get longer, or i'll post multiple chapts in the future.

well, thanks for reading and thanks so much for stopping by.

-phoenix