Author Notes: I know I am fighting an uphill battle by writing a F/J fan fiction… I know F/J isn't a couple that everyone agrees on, but that doesn't mean don't read my story. Pardon me for going against the norm, but that's just the way I am.

Everyone makes Jet out to be this old man, or something. Jet is only 30 something years old. Yes, he's bald, but that doesn't make him old.

This is a romance fan fiction between F/J. I'm a follower of the "Spike died, get over it" cult. Therefore, please do not flame me; I warned you in advance. Please leave reviews if you like it! Don't leave reviews if you're going to bash F/J. Get a hobby instead. Grow up.

Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop, or any of the characters. Therefore, I remain poor and unemployed.

Lost and Found

Chapter 1: Windows

Jet walked slowly up to the cathedral. Spike had been gone two days, and Jet was positive as to where he was. Spike was dead, there was no denying that, but Jet wouldn't believe it until he saw him with his own eyes. Maybe, by some miracle, Spike had managed to survive. Spike had been near death numerous times, but he had always managed to get through it in the end. Maybe this time he would pull it off again. Maybe this time Spike would spring back to life, acting like nothing was wrong… but no…

"Not this time…" thought Jet. "Spike is gone… Spike is dead."

"Jet?" came Faye's voice, more of a whisper then a question, "Are you sure it's safe for us to go in there? Members of the syndicate might still be in there, and-"

"Spike would have come looking for me if I had gone in there." Jet interrupted. "I'm not abandoning my partner just yet… lets find out what happened to him..."

Faye let out a heavy sigh. She had been a lot quieter since Spike had left. First she had yelled at him, then she had fired a gun, and then she had cried for several hours. After that, however, she had sunk into a quiet depression. It wasn't exactly a depression, though. It was more of a "sad understanding". Like Jet, she had figured out why Spike had decided to go. Like Jet, she had realized that Spike was leaving of his own free will, and that she had no right to stop him or tell him to stay. And still, even after figuring all this out, Faye had become rather secluded. Jet couldn't blame her, though. He felt exactly the same way as she did.

"Be on your guard…" Jet mumbled to her. Faye simply nodded.

The cathedral doors creaked open slowly. They were heavy, and broken, and let out a load creaking noise that echoed throughout the building. Jet looked immediately at the large stain glass window that was looming up ahead. It was shattered in some spots, dirty, and was emitting very little light, but something about that window made the cathedral seem holy. If this was a good thing or a bad thing, Jet never figured out. As his eyes scrolled slowly downward, his sight became transfixed on a stiff and solitary figure laying on the steps.

There was Spike. Dead, cold, and bloody.

"Spike!" Jet heard himself bellow. His voice echoed off the walls, and his footsteps scratched noisily on the cold stone steps. "Spike… no…" he mumbled.

Jet kneeled down next to him. He flipped him over, revealing the terrible wound that had killed him, and gently laid his head down on the ground. Jet sat quietly, not knowing exactly what to say, then let out a long, agonizing groan of acknowledgement. Faye, who had not made a peep since they had entered, let out a single, heartbreaking wail. Jet heard her swear between sobs, cursing Spike and damning him to hell, but Jet was completely numb to feelings at the moment. His grief seemed to be beyond tears.

"That… stupid… thick… son of a…" Faye continued, kicking over a piece of rubble on the floor, "How… could he… DAMN IT!" Faye finished. Jet finally turned around, his eyes resting on Faye's angry face.

"Help me pick him up, will you?" Jet blurted. His voice sounded unsurprised and emotionless. He walked down the stairs and sat down on the bottom step. "We need to bury him, or something. We can't just leave him here to rot."

Faye, who had finally stopped crying, looked at Jet with the utmost disgust. She stormed over towards him, with one hand stretched angrily towards his neck, and grabbed the collar of his shirt in a thoughtless fury. She pulled him upward, strengthened by her own rage, and yanked his head roughly so that it stopped inches from her face. She looked as though she could tear his beard off with her teeth.

"HOW CAN YOU?!" She bellowed, her echo causing dust to fall from the ceiling, "HOW CAN YOU PRETEND THAT NOTHING IS WRONG?! WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE SUCH A HEARTLESS, MINDLESS, SON OF A BITCH?!"

Jet just stared at her. Tears began forming in her eyes. The grip she had on Jet's collar had loosened. Her twisted and angry face suddenly became softer. She no longer looked angry, but instead she looked sad. Her arms fell limply to her side. She looked at her feet, almost ashamed of what she had done, and simply wept to the ground beneath her.

A terrible feeling suddenly rushed over Jet. Seeing Faye like this had seemed to finalize it. Jet felt tears running down his face, but he didn't know exactly where they had come from. Spike was gone, and he wasn't coming back. His partner was gone, and he couldn't do anything about it.

"I'm… sorry…" Jet managed to whisper. He looked up at the ceiling, drowning in his own grief. "I'm just… I…" He couldn't finish his own sentence. He began to choke pathetically while fighting back his tears. Like Faye, his arms fell limply to his side.

"No… I'm… being…" Faye began. She looked up at Jet, who looked downward at her. "Oversensitive…" she concluded.

Jet gazed at Faye, his eyes meeting with hers, and suddenly felt another feeling rush over him. It wasn't sadness, it wasn't anger… it was pity. Jet felt bad for Faye. He wanted to do something about it… anything… so he did the only thing he could think of at the moment.

Slowly, Jet moved forward and wrapped his arms around her body. To Jet's surprise, she leaned against his chest and closed her eyes. She was no longer moving, and she was no longer crying. She simply leaned against him, closed her eyes, and relaxed her entire body. This made Jet feel better (at least he had done something to help), and he sighed in relief as he rested his chin on her head. After a minute or two, Faye pulled away. She avoided looking at Jet, much to his dismay, and walked slowly over towards Spike's dead body. Jet followed suit, and the two lifted Spike away from the bloody ground.

With that said and done, the pair carried Spike out of the cathedral. After flying him back to the Bebop, they wrapped his body, almost mummy like, and released him into space. After they had said a few words, and after Faye had drifted off to another part of the ship, Jet leaned his head against the glass of the window and let out a deep, lonely sigh.

"I hope you found what you were looking for…" he whispered.

Well, that's the end of Chapter 1. Leave reviews!