This torture went on for days. Then weeks. Then months. When Camilla and Jet were hungry, they had to carefully exit the Bebop through the back doors, making sure they didn't step foot onto Faye and Spike's side. When Faye or Spike had to use the restroom, they had to either go out onto the deck or hop in their ships and use a public one. Neither couple spoke to the other unless it was a sly, rude remark.
It was a rainy day and Spike and Faye and Jet and Camilla stayed were relaxing in their rooms. Camilla, now 9 months pregnant and due in about a week, slept soundly next to Jet as he tenderly stroked her jet black hair.
Faye and Spike lay in their bed, awake and smoking like chimneys. Spike lay in just a pair of white boxers with red hearts on them and Faye laid in a black lacy bra and short denim shorts.
"This is so fucking boring." Faye stated, tapping her cigarette ash into the ashtray on her nightstand.
"Then go do something. Stop complaining, shit." Spike responded, irritated because of the fact that she would say this every 30 minutes.
"Don't talk to me like that." Faye retorted, shooting a pissed off look at her boyfriend.
"Whatever. I don't really care if you're bored. Everybody gets bored with their life at one point. Just shut up and stop bitching." Spike kept his gaze straight forward, staring at the door that kept them isolated from the rest of the ship.
"What's your problem?"
"What's YOUR problem?"
"Why the fuck are you acting like an asshole?"
"Why the fuck are you acting like a bitch?"
"Whatever, Spike." Faye mushed her cigarette into her ashtray, stood up and walked to the door. "I'm gonna go talk to ----" She stopped herself, realizing that she and Camilla were in the midst of a super huge fight, their friendship being reduced to a long piece of duct tape that separated the Bebop into two separate sections. As all this began to sink in, she walked back to her bed, beside Spike, and plopped onto the side. She sighed, holding her face in her hands.
"You forgot again, huh?" Spike asked, his voice now heavy with sorrow.
Faye nodded slowly at his observation.
As Jet continued to stroke her hair, Camilla began to stir in her sleep, opening her eyes to see her handsome husband smiling down at her.
"Honey?" She said, barely over a whisper.
"Yes?" Jet responded with anticipation.
"Could you stop…stroking my hair. It's getting rather annoying."
"What?" Jet removed his hands from his wife, holding them up in the air as if he were waiting for something.
"You're pulling my hair and it hurts."
"I am not."
"Yes, you are, Jet." Camilla mumbled, then turned her body to the other side and went back to sleep.
Jet, angrily, stood up and walked towards his door, hoping the catch Spike --- oh yeah. They were fighting. He'd forgotten. Jet sighed and sat on the floor next to his door. This had to stop. Soon.
All of a sudden, Camilla began to groan and moan, clutching her stomach as tight as she could.
"Oh, God. JET!" She screamed as loud as she could. Jet immediately hopped up to his wife's aid.
"What is it, Camilla? What's going on?"
"I --- I think it's time."
Faye and Spike, who were now making out on their bed, sprung apart at the sound of Camilla's screaming and their door flying open.
They ran outside their bedroom door to see Camilla on the couch, inhaling and exhaling while holding her stomach and Jet running out of their bedroom.
"What's going on?" Spike yelled looking at his former best friend.
"Camilla's going into labor! I need you guys' help!" Jet responded, throwing his coat on.
"But what about the line?" Faye asked, dimwittedly. Though she knew what the answer was already, she wanted someone to say it.
"Oh, fuck the line! We need to get my wife to hospital NOW!"
And just like that, the line was now null and void. Faye and Spike ran to the other side of the Bebop. Spike hooked his arms under Camilla's as Jet grabbed her legs and the two hoisted her into Jet's Hammerhead, while Faye hopped into the driver's seat, started the ship as fast and she could and flew to the nearest hospital.