NOTE: I don't own Cowboy Bebop. This is just for fun. The first publish of the second chapter was kinda rushed and scattered. Below its stated that they slept together, this does not mean naughty sleeping. bad, bad. So I took it off to fix it since I kinda did give the wrong image, which was not originally intended. So here it is. Enjoy.




Knock. Knock.

Twitching a brow, Jet lazily glanced over to the image of Faye standing in the doorway. He returned to his concentration of trimming the bonsai and aimed just right for the next delicate clip.

Snip.

"Godammit Faye! What?" He abruptly spurted out, moving his head in her direction. "What do you need?"

"..He's awake."

He signaled dismissal by the wave of a hand. "So.."

"So!?" Snapping right back. Ooh how he hated it when a woman snapped with an attitude. Makes any man weak at the knees. Cringing, he thought about not even responding to that.

"Yeah... so.." He grunts, once again focusing on the small plants. He narrowed an eye to get another branch in the right angle before clipping it.

Snip.

"And!? That's it? You...men, they're so heartless.."

His hand jerked at the pitch of her voice and his brow arched before the sight of a deformed bonsai that'd been split in half. Gritting his teeth he stood up and walked up to her, close enough to witness the perspiration on her body. "Hey! I bust my ass cleaning up after you guys and cooking and repairing all those piece of crap machines you fly and hauling this relic around and for you to bite me in the ass now!? Just because I say 'so'!? YOU-" He points a finger, shaking it around, ".. He runs around getting himself nearly killed to prove some point or whatever the hell he's aiming for and raking in the medical and property damage bills when it should be the bounty! And it's always 'ooooh poor Spike'--psssstt.. Should've gotten rid of him earlier.."

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to yell at her like that, but the woman is so hardheaded sometimes.. He sighed when he realized the look on her face then.

"You two remind me of an old married couple. Really old and withered and arguing over who did what twenty years ago and who was to blame." A two finger salute before her departure that left him kinda speechless.

"Women.. nothing but trouble.." Jet snorted as he retreated back into the bonsai-filled room.

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Dazed, Spike's view shifted in and out of focus. He could hear footsteps in the distance and what he could've sworn was talking.. He rubbed his eyes hoping everything would be proportion as Ed's face slowly cleared. She looked kind of disoriented as she looked down at him.

Here we go..

"Spike-person awake! Faye Faye told Jet-person 'He's awake' and Jet-person says 'So what'."

" ...What.. about the good-bye sign..?" His voice was raspy and shallow. It'd been the first sentence said since being dragged back to life.

For a short moment Ed was dumbfounded, the question not registering in her head. "..Oooh... Father-person gone bye-bye. Ed and Ein came back home instead."

She seemed to have fainted after that last one. Falling off the couch all dramatically and waving her stringy arms around. Spike thought perhaps she was reenacting the conversation between Jet and Faye. Ed then flipped over and snaked her way back into the hall.

From the corner of his eye he could see the pack of cigarettes helplessly stacked on the coffee table. Begging for him to reach over and light up. As much as it pained him to even move, somehow he managed to pull his body upward and sit straight up. He took a short break to catch his breath from the groans and stinging sensation racing through his body. Just a little more.. Extending a hand, he knew it'd work better if his body moved with it, to actually come in contact with the packs.

"You know for a reasonable fee, I can go over there and help you with that pack of cigarettessss." Faye dragged the "s" knowing he'd get a little torn over the fact that he would need her aid. She strolled casually down the steps and sat down opposite of him.

With a quirky grin, his raspy muttered words. Seemed as though it was all he could do for the time being. "You never give up, do you.."

"Shippin' and handlin'. That's a lotta work on my part. You're the one that has it easy. Sitting there while I'm the one that has to reach over, snag the pack, get a lighter, light it up and THEN.. place it in your mouth."

Chuckling, he groaned from breathing in too hard. "You're right.. that's a lot of work."

From that point on, Faye stayed silent and simply looked at him. Under her glare he felt kind of odd. Like her eyes were penetrating him to see what was hidden underneath.

"..You alright?"

"..Yeah." Faye was down. You could hear it in the pitch of her voice. Shallow and low toned as she slouched in the seat lighting up her own cigarette. "So.. how was death?"

Inhale.

"Short."

Exhale.

Faye gave a wry smile as she leaned forward with her elbows resting atop the knees. "Didja miss me? I bet so.. I mean, a woman like me is hard to let go of."

Inhale.

"You may have crossed my mind a couple of times.."

Exhale.

Her face was blank after that statement. Staring at him while he puffed away at the cigarette he had suddenly snatched from her fingertips. Every now and then cringing from the pain in his torso.

"Hehe.. so where do we go from here?"

"Dunno.. but I'm pretty hungry."

Faye chuckled, a hand plunging into her pocket to reveal a small bottle of painkillers. She chucked it in his direction and he surprisingly caught it. He smashed the remains of her cigarette in the ashtray.

"Thanks.."

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They were bound to run into another bounty, and about time too since the food was scarce and fuel was running low. Snagging what little cash she had left, Faye ventured off to the stores. Of course, in times of need a woman has to keep up her stunning looks. No way she was gonna look poor and trashy. No way.

Faye strolled through the crowded bizarre of Mars. Spike. They'd slept together and instead of waking up empty, there he was, jumbled underneath the covers she gave him earlier that night. She must've fallen asleep while trying to keep him drugged on the painkillers. She was gleaming. Her lips tied into a huge grin reaching clear across her face. The thought that all this hospitality could get to his head, but she wasn't about to let him ruin such a great day..

Not too far ahead, a face shuffling through the crowd. A slick white porcelain visage with slits for eyes and a crack jaggedly traced over the left cheek. Oblivious to the fact that there was even anyone on the streets, Faye walked by without noticing the hand that reached from its hidden pocket of the black coat.

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Socked feet skid across the slick surface of the floor and Spike swings by clutching his abdomen as he enters the so called 'living room' space. "Ed! Where's Faye?"

Ed looks up from the screen, lifting the goggles. Her toes cease to continue typing when asked the question of Faye's whereabouts. "Ed hasn't seen Faye Faye." She looked over to Ein, who was waiting patiently beside the dog dish, as though the mutt could provide the answer. He barked.

"Ein hasn't seen Faye Faye either."



See You Space Cowboy. .