I do not own Bebop, yadda, yadda, yadda. This is just for fun, blah, blah, blah. I make no money cry, cry, cry. Is this really even necessary? This is my disclaimer for the entire story, so savor this.

I hope everyone's not too OOC. I really tried my best, but it's just been so long since I've seen the episodes. This is also the remade Venus Lullaby, one that I am actually committing to, this time, no lies and no hiatuses. I also have a wonderful BETA, my room mate and fellow lover of fanfictions that will be sure to keep me on track.

Spike x OC

You don't really have to read this part above the line. It's pretty boring, but if you want to learn how the crew meets up again, take 2 minutes out of your life and find out. If you don't care and okay with the idea of them magically appearing out of nowhere, that's fine too.

Venus Lullaby

Adrift in Space

The Fates looked on with adoration of their work as life had returned to normal on the Bebop, or at least as normal as this odd collection of people could muster.

Faye had returned three months ago when the two content bachelors had decided to take a little time off to enjoy a bit of gambling. Without a certain cryogenically frozen woman onboard, their bank account was actually able to keep funds which allowed for splurging when the fancy crossed their minds. Sitting down at a spades table—Spike promised as being lucky—there Faye was, the dealer, just like old times. Perhaps this was a lucky table after all, assuming your definition of luck is 5'6 with short, deep violet hair, and flawless alabaster skin.

"I see you're back to your old ways," Spike commented nonchalantly while staring at his cards, the initial shock beginning to wear away. He took a moment to admire her classical, revealing bunny costume, a slimming black satin leotard with a plunging V neck line. His eyes stopped to focus on her ample breasts, highlighted by the harsh florescent lighting above.

Ignoring his comments, Faye leaned over the table to give him a better look, "Like what you see?" Rolling her eyes at Spike's smirk and standing straight, Faye began in earnest, "It really is nice to see you guys again."

"Oh yeah?" Jet finally spoke up arranging his cards, "So what kinda trouble are you in now?"

Faye gave an indignant huff at his comment. Trouble? Hah! She was trouble—as the many men she left in her wake had come to find out, these two being no exception. Spike and Jet shared a look. They steeled themselves for the coming onslaught of persuasions to soon follow, persuasions that she would use to get back on the Bebop and into their wallets.

What would her tactic be?

Guilt: you would allow a poor woman and friend to face the merciless coldness of space alone? No good sweetheart, you wanted to go it alone

Seduction: licking her lips and cooing, common boys, please? Please is right. Who hasn't already hit that, including Spike on one of his more desperate nights.

Wrath: I'll string you up by your dicks if you don't let me back on the Bebop! What kind of weight can she throw around? They would simply leave her ass to pay whatever transgression she has made without a second thought.

Instead, Faye said nothing, simply smiling cordially to the two men treating them like any other guest. When they left the table, hesitantly and unsure, they should have guessed that she would be the one to set off the security alarm on the Bebop, breaking into the ship and settling herself in like nothing ever happened.

"Finally you're back, that damn thing won't shut up!" the intrusive woman yelled from the couch in her usual shrill voice. Jet dialed the combination to shut off the alarm, noting the bullet holes protruding from the metal box, then shook his head and walked away resigned to the fact that this would be the last vacation they would ever be able to afford. Spike glared at the woman. "What's your problem?" she scowled.

Just recently had the crew come across Ed, or in actuality, she appeared seemingly out of thin air. After returning from a bounty hunt, Faye and Spike were astonished to find Edward sitting idle on the floor near the couch typing on her laptop as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Faye ruined the bounty," Spike growled as he trudged into the living room.

Jet turned around on the couch to see the commotion behind him.

"How was I supposed to know he was deathly allergic to eggs?" Faye shot back, shoving past Spike in the door way. "Isn't Jet supposed to take care of the research so mistakes like this don't happen? And, maybe if we had more to eat than JUST baskets and baskets of eggs—"

Faye was cut off by Spike, "We didn't have any problems with money until you came back on the ship. If you'd get your hands out our wallets and keep your tongue out the throat of every guy you see…" Spike lost his momentum upon seeing the red headed child sitting on the floor, humming and swaying obliviously. "Uhh… Jet?"

The bald man shook his head and shrugged, silently admitting his own confusion.

She had yet to reveal how she had found them.

Despite the vastness of space, these four people somehow managed to find each other. The Bebop was calling to them. The Fates brought them home.

Spike Spiegel stares up at a grey ceiling restlessly as the tapping of Edward on her computer keeps tempo with his thoughts. In his mind's eye he pictures Jet staring over the young girl's shoulder as she looks up more bounties. He can feel Ein staring up at him with hungry eyes. Tough luck, mutt, they were all hungry. Jet reads off another bounty price but Spike refuses to be bothered by the small fries. He has too much pride for that, but something had to be done soon. He has become too accustomed to the empty pain in his stomach. On top of that, the Bebop is in need of supplies and the Swordfish II sustained serious damage from his last mission.

The door slides open and the clicking of heels against metal resonates lowly throughout the room. Faye flops down on the yellow chair and gives a dramatic sigh. She goes ignored.

"I've never been so hungry in all my life. I'm starting to waste away!" Ignore. "We'll have to eat Ein pretty soon while he's still got some meat on him."

Said corgi stared up at Faye unamused.

"Stop bitching. You should have just stayed on earth," Spike shoots from his stretched out position on the couch. It isn't that he cares for the dog; actually, he had contemplated the thought in his mind a few times before. Bored and restless, the green haired man welcomed any sort of action, even if it was as trivial as picking fights with Faye on a day to day basis.

"Well maybe if you weren't so damn lazy, we could afford to eat!" Faye bites back. Arguing has become anticipated for her.

"Excuse me your royal pain in my ass," Spike jumps up now and bows with mock chivalry, "but it appears a leech has affixed itself to my account and drains my money every time we stop."

"That pocket change?"

"It was enough for you to get yourself a nice dinner, wasn't it? And you didn't even have the decency to bring anything back for the rest of us!"

With no way to defend herself, Faye settles down and wisely decides to end the tiff, "Let it go. What's passed is past."

Just as Spike opens his mouth for another comment, Faye jumps from her seat excitedly and jogs to join Jet over Ed's shoulder.

The plum haired woman clasps her hands together in joy as she stares at the computer screen. "We're going to Venus?" Images of the resort planet flash before her emerald eyes. Shimmering blue depths sweep onto pure, white sandy beaches, tall palm trees stretch to a blue abyss attempting to reach the radiant artificial sunlight. Just what a beauty such as herself needed: to be surrounded by a beautiful atmosphere with other beautiful people.

Spike hadn't heard a word of Jet and Ed's conversation before that. "Forget it," Spike settles, flopping back down on the crimson seat to return to staring up at the ceiling.

"And why not?" Faye yells willing another argument to rise.

"Not that you care, but we need supplies and repairs done. We can't afford anything on that planet. It's a tourist trap for people willing to pay out their ass for a glimpse of what they'll never succeed to. The only people who live there are aristocratic punks who sit in the sun on the backs of the low lives who toil under them."

"Ed knows a person." Everyone turns to the odd hacker waiting for her to say more. "Ed's person will work for free."

Spike scoffs.

"Are you sure Ed," Jet checks. The teen nods animatedly, her head falling back then to her chest several times until it seems as if she forgot what she was doing and begins rocking her head side to side.

"Well, I guess it's worth a try."

Spike shoots up from his rest seeking state, "You can't be serious."

"I agree with Jet," Faye consents eagerly. "What are a few days in paradise when all we're doing is floating around out here aimlessly?"

"A hole in our pocket!" Spike answers too late as Faye bounces from the room in high spirits to figure out which bathing suit she wants to bring.

Jet excuses himself from the room with a slight wave from his hand as he exits the sliding door, most likely to tend to his bonsais.

The whispered tipping of Ein's nails against the sheet flooring draw Spike's dark eyes to the canine as he moves around the couch to sit with Edward. Ein nudges her slender fingers with his cold black nose and is rewarded with her skilled finger tips massaging the wiry fur around his neck. Edward stares at the screen in deep concentration, an air of seriousness surrounding her and replacing her once smiling eyes. Deep thought is apparent through her features. Contemplating whether or not to speak, a dark shadow seems to suddenly leave the animated girl. Ed, the one he grew to tolerate, returned and this is enough for him as he lays back down searching for sleep. The tapping of Edward on her computer keeps tempo with his thoughts.