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!

The sun shines brightly over a small, thatched roof hut that stands on a pure, white shore. Crystal blue waters beat softly against the sand echoing their tidings along the beach. An old woman sits beneath a palm tree and she sips on a beverage held in a coconut shell. She smiles and cackles gleefully. "You have given me such a beautiful ending to my life Faye. Let me give you a beautiful start to yours. Kiss him."
Session 10: Soul Progressions

"Er, Faye? You're grinding your teeth." Jet placed a concerned hand on the frustrated woman's shoulder.

She looked up at him with an unreadable expression. How could she tell him what the crazy gypsy had done? The doctor had looked from Jet to Faye and from Faye to Jet expectantly before he piped up again.

"We were so excited about him having visitors that we did everything we could to prepare him for you! We shaved him and brushed his teeth this morning." He grinned. "Of course, trying to comb that hair isn't worth the fight, but we tried." He laughed.

Faye did her best to smile through her teeth at the doctor who was holding his sides. "That's very kind of you."

"Well! I'd do anything for the woman who can wake a comatose man!" He winked at Faye and grinned again.

At that, Faye frowned and shot a frustrated glance at Jet. "Listen, doctor, I'm afraid that… you've got…" She stopped. Telling him now that he's got the wrong idea, that she couldn't do anything for Spike was going to be hard. But seriously, people don't miraculously wake up after being kissed. That wasn't reality. She sighed and looked at the confused expression on the doctor's face. Of course, really, what would it hurt to give it a try? It's not like it would kill anyone. "You've gotta give me some room." She smiled bashfully.

And with every fiber of her being protesting her actions, she turned to the comatose man and took a deep breath. Jet would never let her forget it, of that she was sure. And of course, it wouldn't work, so he'd make fun of her. And there was also the issue of what would happen after the doctor found out she couldn't wake Spike up. She sighed.

"Here goes nothing!" She murmured to herself as she bent over the sleeping man.

She paused and looked at him. He looked so peaceful and rested, like he was off on a cloud somewhere, dreaming. She blinked at him; if he were dreaming, it would probably be a dream about Julia. She frowned. I can't believe I'm doing this. She closed her eyes and placed her lips directly on his.

It wasn't like the sort of kiss she would have expected from Spike. Of course, his lips were warm, but motionless beneath hers. Motionless and passionless and… and… wait. Did he just move? Her eyes flew open, but her lips kept their place. Suddenly, she was sure, he was in fact moving. He was kissing her back! Her eyes widened. This kiss was more like what she would have expected. He leaned up into her kiss and suddenly opened his mouth slightly, attempting to deepen the kiss. She closed her eyes tightly and followed his lead. His actions made her heart beat wildly in her chest. The old woman! The gypsy! She was right! He was kissing her! He was kissing her? Would that mean that he was awake? Her eyes flew open again and locked on to a perfectly matched pair of soft brown ones.

Somewhere behind her, Jet gasped. Oh great, she thought weakly, this is all I need, a live audience. She pulled herself away from the man she had just been kissing and stared at him. He stared back, unblinking and motionless. She glanced up at Jet and the doctor, who both stood slack-jawed at the miracle they had just witnessed. The doctor was the first to find his words.

"Amazing! His eyes are open!" He moved over to Spike and peered into the monitors above him. "Well, I've seen some things in my day, but that beats 'em all!" He turned back to Faye. "Holy smokes! What do you have on your lips woman?" He smacked his forehead in disbelief.

"Er, well, it's just…um…" Faye shrugged nervously.

From the bed Spike groaned. "Th – that's not what I…expected to…wake…up to…"

All three people turned to the man who had spoken with various degrees of surprise. The doctor stared, bug-eyed. Jet raised both of his eyes and gave a small, knowing smile and Faye placed her hands on her hips and shot daggers with her eyes at Spike. "Just what is that supposed to mean mister?" She growled.

Jet smiled and turned to the doctor. "Doc, I think you and I should discuss a few things outside." He nodded his head towards the exit. The doctor nodded in disbelief and the two exited without another word.

Alone again with Spike, Faye suddenly felt very warm. He was looking at her with such an expression, she couldn't read it, and she hated that fact. "Well? You could at least thank me; I did after all, wake you up from a coma!" She raised a smug eyebrow.

"You did?" There was a pause before he continued. "Thank you…then." His voice was much quieter.

She looked at him cautiously. "Do you feel…er, how do you feel?"

"Honestly? Alot like a bag of shit." He managed a smile.

"Oh." Faye blanched a little and looked away as she felt a new wave of embarrassment wash over her.

"But Faye, it's not because you kissed me." He said even softer.

Faye looked up at him in shock. "I didn't think…"

"Nevermind." He said quickly. "I think you'd better tell me what's going on."

Next time:

Spike (calmly): It's a difficult thing, waking up from a dream and knowing that you'll have to create an entirely new world for yourself. It's a matter of knowing that you can never go back to once was. No more dreaming. From this point on, you're alive. Yes, even now, you are more alive this moment that you've ever been in your past existence. Next time, So Avant Garde.

…good morning Space Cowboy…
Well…honestly, what man would complain about waking up to Faye Valentine? None that I know… lisa