Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop…

(AN: Yes, I have replaced the real "Broken Souls and Torn Memories" Although I don't know if everyone is going to like this one… I do, because it's Spike/Faye paring. ^-^. This was something I wrote down a long time ago, and I just found it today… Well hope you like!

By the way, this story quickly changes from 3rd person view to 1st person and stuff like that... Sorry about that…)

Broken Souls and Torn Memories

Chapter One:

The Ghost of the Dead

*--- Jet's P.O.V. ---*

Things have been pretty normal since the death of Vicious. Spike had been seriously injured, and if it wasn't for Faye, right now he would be dead along with everyone else. It's been 3 years now; peace had come to all our lives.

Spike had accepted that Julia has died, and from that he thinks the hold she had on him was now lifted. He grieved, as a man should, but it passed with time.

Faye had accepted Spike as her boyfriend, and both of them were now dating each other freely. Things would go on between them, as man and woman, and I think you know what I mean.

The bounties have been coming in one after another. Faye had given up on gambling, well, has kind of given up. She and Spike had been working out together, Spike showing Faye how to defend herself physically, and she was showing Spike how to cheat at gambling. It's pretty much a give/give deal.

As for myself, well, I feel like the old man of the group; the father, so to say. I watch over the two love birds, Ed and Ein. Since the money of the bounties has been good, we have now food to which we can eat everyday and not like before where we had to eat eggs or instant soup.

It wasn't until today that I realized something was wrong. Things in the Bebop have been quiet; too quiet. I went to Spike's room and he wasn't there. I thought he might have gone out with Faye, since they normally do, but I was wrong. When I went to Faye's room I found her lying on her bed.

I stood by the door to her room. She was still lying there, making no movements at all. This scared me a bit. What if she had died on her bed? Nah, I dismissed that thought and I went towards her bed, sitting down on the chair that was nearest to her bed.

*--- Faye's P.O.V. ---*

I felt someone at my door. The only (sane) person I knew to be there was Jet. I didn't even bother to turn around and tell him all my sorrows.

I've been living in a dream world all this time. I knew that this was too good to be true. There is no real love anywhere. Of course, being the person that I am, I had to learn it the hard way.

Jet moved closer to my bed. He sat down and just said nothing for a while. I guess that was a clue for me to start talking, but I just felt so embarrassed. I've been used. I've been thrown around like a rag doll in a dog's mouth. I felt like dying.

That was when I was thrown out of my misery. "Why don't you tell me what's wrong?" Jet said. Funny, I never noticed before, but he's like a father figure to everyone. He give everyone advice on what they should do. Just like a father would do.

I want to tell him. Really! But something was stopping me. Something inside me told me to deal with this myself. I listened to that part of me.

I pretended not to listen to Jet. I just lay there; it seems like my chest hurts more and more when I think about him and her.

I look towards the outside of the window inside my room. I notice for the first time how beautiful space is. Funny how all this should come to an end on the planet Mars. Everything is just too coincidental. It's scary actually, when you start thinking about it.

I start to grow cold. My blood pressure dropped and I was now really cold. To warm myself up, I decide to curl up into a fetal position. I felt the warmth of tears forming in my eyes. I let them drop slowly, not showing that I felt any pain. Just slowly like rain drops sliding down a window.

I just close my eyes, shielding out the horrible feelings of the outside world.

*--- Jet's P.O.V. ---*

I sighed as I figured I wasn't going to get any answers from Faye. She was the type of woman who liked to keep stuff to herself, I respect that; but that also scares me. I've seen women who act like that and they take out their own anger on themselves.

I decided to let her have her own peace and quiet. I guess she wanted her time alone. As I turned to see if she was ok, I found her with her eyes closed. I thought she was sleeping and so I decided to quietly leave.

Before I reached the door to her room something was holding me back. Subconsciously I knew Faye wanted to talk to me; but I guess I never listen to that side so I just shrugged it off and decided to leave.

That was before I heard Faye say some, it was almost inaudible but I caught it.

"Julia didn't die… She's come back."

(AN: Yes! Well I hope you like. This is going to be an angsty fic (duh!)  Well, later on this is going to deal with issues that many people might not like, like self inflicting wounds and stuff like that. Check back later on!

Oh Yeah, please review! ^-^)