It was 7 AM. And Faye was awake. Very unusual.

And it wasn't because of the great sex that she'd had with Spike last night. It was her uncertain friendship with Camilla.

She hadn't really had a chance to speak with the woman she'd considered her best friend since the outrageous debacle yesterday and she couldn't help but think about the effect that it had on their future as friends.

Faye sighed, slowly removing Spike's long, skinny arms away from her waist, trying her hardest not to wake him, and stood from her bed. She quickly threw on her Scooby Doo pants and tank top and left her room with a cigarette, heading for the deck.

When she got there, Camilla was already sitting on the edge, her tiny legs dangling like ropes.

Camilla turned to face the door as Faye opened it. As she saw her former best friend's face, she turned back to the sea.

The look on Camilla's face made Faye's entire body cringe with guilt and pain. She moped over to the other side of the deck, sat down rather sluggishly and lit her cigarette.

"You gonna sit that far away from me? I thought we were buddies." Camilla said, her beautiful smile glowing. Even this early in the morning, she was still gorgeous.

As Faye blew smoke from her mouth, she scooted over a little bit more towards her friend.

"I thought you'd be mad at me."

"Oh…" Camilla responded, dangling her hand at Faye in a playful manner. "That kind of thing can't tear us apart. We've been friends for too long."

"Yeah. I know. But this was ma –"

"Just forget about it." Camilla gave Faye a stern look, letting her know that she was, in fact, very serious. "I know I have."

Faye nodded, taking another drag from her cigarette. "Yeah."

"I could barely sleep this morning, anyways."

"Were you sick?" Faye looked over at Camilla's profile. She was already starting to gain a bit of weight in her face, though she was still very attractive.

"As a dog! I mean, I've been throwing up since 2 AM! I'm surprised that I can talk to you without barfing all over your face."

Faye giggled, taking another inhale from her cancer stick.

"I just….(sigh)" Camilla brought her knees up to her chin. "I just really gotta concentrate on how I treat other people. I really don't want to lose Jet. He….he means EVERYTHING to me."

Faye watched as Camilla hugged herself tightly, showing Faye a form of vulnerability that she'd never seen in the feisty attorney. Normally, Camilla was straightforward, calm and somewhat hotheaded. Right now, she was weak, scared and quite exposed.

Faye gently placed her hand on Camilla's back. "Trust me…he loves you just as much as you do, if not more. He's never going to want to leave you."

Just as Camilla gave her best friend a warm smile, she ran back into the bebop as fast as she could, navigated to the nearest bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Faye watched in shock. "Shit. I'm never getting pregnant." She said to herself, tossing her disintegrated cigarette into the ocean.

Camilla burst into the bathroom next to Spike and Faye's bedroom, and too much in a hurry to close the door, positioned her face above the toilet and disgorged.

Faye ran in after her, pulling back her long, raven tresses.

Meanwhile, Spike had just woken up, realizing that Faye was gone. "Damn. Where the hell did she go this time?!" He whispered to out loud, propping himself up in his bed. Before he could look for her, he slipped his black sweatpants on, making an emergency stop to the restroom.

Faye was still holding Camilla's hair back as she puked her guts out. She began to pat and rub her back in some sort of attempt to lessen the pain of having to puke up an empty stomach.

BAM

Just then, Spike burst into the bathroom, obviously not caring whether Camilla was sick or not.

Both woman flashed a look at Spike. Completely different looks in fact. Camilla looked at him in a weak, sickly manner. Faye shot him a death glare.

"What are you two doing in here?"

"Can't you see how sick Camilla is?" Faye yelled, pointing at Camilla's discolored face.

"Oh, yeah. She looks awful." Spike responded, leaning against the door frame.

"I know. It's terrible. I feel so bad." Faye retorted, looking up at Spike.

"Okay, why don't you two hit me with a two-by-four, huh?!" Camilla cried, leaning on the toilet bowl.

"Alright, look, ladies. I hate to end this little tea party early but, Spike's gotta piss." Spike announced, standing up straight and walking into the restroom.

Faye looked disgusted. "No, Spike! She's si-"

Just then, Camilla returned her face to the toilet bowl for another round of vomiting.

Faye pointed at Camilla staring at Spike.

Spike sighed, rolling his eyes and holding up his hands in some sort of defense. "Fine." He spun around, exiting the restroom. "I'll piss out in the damn ocean, shit!"

"FINE!" Faye yelled back, hoping her boyfriend would hear it.

Just as Spike was finishing up, he heard someone walking onto the deck. He quickly turned to see Jet looking as if he were wrestling with his body and his mind whether to continue onto the deck or not.

Spike hastily tied the red strings of his sweat pants and turned to face Jet. "What? Are you scared of me now?"

Jet gave Spike a side smile as he walked up to his pal, giving him a manly handshake. "Look, about Faye, it –"

Spike put his other hand up in a defense motion. "Say no more. I'm over it." Spike smiled back at his comrade who'd looked happier already. The two friends began to laugh when suddenly , Spike took his fist and steadily positioned it on Jet's rock hard chest. Jet looked at Spike as if he were nuts.

"Just don't do it again." Spike said, in a very serious, borderline dangerous tone.

With that, the lanky, green haired bounty hunter walked past Jet, leaving his burly friend out on the deck to rethink what had just happened.

A/N: Just wanted to add that after this chapter, everything is going to be the same between everyone and we'll get back to the REAL core of the story....serious distractor, that lol