Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop or any other anime - I just like making up stories…oh, and this is my fourth official fan fic and my first Cowboy Bebop fan fic so I'll just apologize now if it sucks. Sorry!

A white coated doctor checked the vitals of the sleeping man and frowned. "Why aren't you awake buddy? I just don't get it, there's nothin' more I can do for ya'. You're healthy, but just not awake." He brushed back the fluffy greenish black hair and frowned. "Who are you anyways?"
Session 4: The Lonely Fado.

When Faye had returned it had been so late that Jet decided to let her get some sleep before he questioned her insanity. She had gotten up late; he knew this because she made enough racket while she showered to wake the dead. Something about that thought made him laugh; Faye would be the sort of person to wake the dead. He imagined her standing over some grave and bitching at the poor departed soul to get up and do something. He grinned; they were such opposites, she and he. He of course, had risen earlier than usual and was in the kitchen flipping pancakes when she stumbled in and barked for coffee. He didn't acknowledge her.

"Jet! What gives?" She snarled.

"You're a lousy bounty hunter, that's what gives. That was 20 million woolongs you let get away. No, you not only let her get away, you helped her! You helped 20 million woolongs get away." He said. "Now, start talkin'. What'd she say to you?"

"She said that Spike was my happiness." Faye poured herself a mug of coffee. "And, that he was still alive."

Jet had raised an eyebrow of disbelieve at her first statement, but at the second he dropped the plate of pancakes on the floor with a crash, ruining the whole batch. Faye frowned.

"What?" He stared at her, jaw dropped.

"Way to go, now what are we gonna eat?" She rolled her eyes.

"She said…that… that Spike's still alive!" Jet placed a hand on his face is dismay. "And you believed her?"

"Yea, I do believe her." Faye stood up and headed for the door. "So, you'll excuse me if I'm not out and about today, I think I'll make an exception and do some research today."

She exited the room and left Jet to his ruined breakfast and ruined peace of mind.

Faye was laying flat on the floor, staring at the computer screen on the table with an eyebrow raised. She groaned. Of all the times to be without Ed, she's always a pest when you don't want her, but when you do… I hate navigating on the web, this just isn't my thing. Faye eyes narrowed at the window before her she replayed the news cast from that day, the day she felt her heart die.

"Mass chaos ensued on Mars today after the destruction of the major drug syndicate, the Red Dragons. As we are told by one insider, a coup d etat was staged and was in fact successful, however, a former member of the syndicate was somehow involved in the assassination of the newly self-appointed leader "Vicious", leaving the syndicate leaderless. The death toll count is, at this point, 76 confirmed dead and the hospital has given us the number of 24 wounded. The names of the dead are as follow; Wang Long, Ping Long, Sou Long, Shin…" The reporter rambled on through the list of names as Faye absently blew at a strand of hair that had fallen in her eye. Suddenly she paused the recording, rewound it for a moment and listened again. "...Blasé, Spike Spiegel and..." She again rewound. "Spike Spiegel and…" And again. "Spike Spiegel." Faye closed her eyes for a moment and sighed.

"All right, so you think he's head huh? Well who the hell confirmed all these deaths?" Faye spoke to no one in particular. "I mean, why didn't they call us to identify the body huh? Who else around there would? What a load of shit." She rolled over onto her back and covered her face with her hands.

"I identified the body Faye." Jet's voice came out of nowhere.

She sat up in shock. "You…you what?"

"The day after he left, they sent me some pictures of some of the corpses, and there he was. He's dead Faye, as a doornail." His voice shook with compassion as he tried to make her understand. "You gotta believe me, it was the hardest thing I ever did, seeing him there like that, and you outta know I've been through some pretty hard shit."

Faye didn't look at him. "You should have let me see him."

"Believe me, you wouldn't have wanted to."

"You're wrong!" She shouted, getting to her feet. "What if you were wrong? What if you saw someone else, someone who looked like him?"

Jet frowned. "Get a grip Faye." He stepped towards her and took her shoulders in his hands as she hung her head. "He's dead Faye. He's dead. He's dead."

At least the tears that had never come before came pouring down her cheeks. Faye went limp in her pain and suffering as Jet held her in his arms, slightly uncomfortable that it was him doing the holding, but doing what he felt was his friendly duty. In the end, he carried her to her room and laid her out in her bed. Throwing a cover over her, he turned and walked away, letting her grieve in private.

He walked back into the living room and stared at the computer for a moment. "I know he's dead and yet…and yet..."

Next time:

Jet (hesitantly): Well, that was slightly awkward. But you know, maybe I should look into this; I didn't actually see him in person…eh, who knows?

Faye (weeping): Aw, Jet, really? You would do that for me?

Jet (irritated): Not really, but I'd do it for me. Next time, Dead Man's Zydeco.

Faye (hotly): Gee, what a swell gentleman you are.

See you Space Cowboy…
Well, I've got an option at this point, make it short and sweet, like maybe 3 more sessions and we're done, or make it long and drawn out, probably closer to 10 more sessions. What do you think? lisa