Disclaimer: Big surprise, i don't own Cowboy Bebop. And the poem was done by my good friend Snickers, who for some reason thinks her poems aren't all that good (which we all know isn't true ~.^) and it's called Help Me Now.

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I'm so afraid, I'm all alone.

Can't you hear my desperate tone?

Can't you see the pain in my eyes?

Can't you hear the despair in my silent cries?

I'm so afraid, I can't cry out.

Can't you hear it through, my silence so loud?

I can only pray in this hush,

you'll hear my pleas, to my side you'll rush.

Don't believe nothing's wrong,

I am weak, though I may seem strong.

I'm slipping, I'm gonna fall.

There's no one to catch me, nobody at all

A woman was shot at. I ran out to help. Shooting. Went with Julia. Two dangerous women, each a danger to those they were around. Took a message from her. Took it to Spike. Followed. Fought ships. Told Spike. Spike left. Left for her. Left us. For her. Always her. He left what I can call family, the only people left in the galaxy to deal with me. HE LEFT!!! And then, he came back. She had died. He talked to Jet. I ambushed him, before he left. I threatened him. He didn't care. He never cares. I told him to stay. She was dead. Yet he left without turning back. Without her to chase, we mean nothing. No reason to hang around. Right Spike? He left again. I never meant anything. ANYTHING! He left AGAIN!!! I shot at him, over him, around him. He didn't flinch. Sobbing. Heart wrenching cries. Me? Yes. He left. What could I do? I'm helpless. No one understands. Why can't they? Deep, shuddering sobs. Did I do something wrong? I suppose I was always wrong. Loneliness. Yes. Abandoned.

Alone.

Faye shot up from where she lay, her hands holding fistfuls of dirt, her face streaked with dirt and tears. She slowly unclenched her hands and stared wild-eyed into a haze of a dream.

"Oh." She whispered in a sob-like inhalation. The dirt fell from her hands, unnoticed.

She stood up shakily, unconsciously dusting dirt off of her form. The image of Spike walking away,

unconcerned with her, flashed through her mind and she let out a hiccupping bawl, left over from her dream.

Yes, that's what it had been. A dream. Why, then, did it seem so real? She walked away from where she had lay sleeping, for once totally unaware of her appearance.

"Spike." The word left her lips softly as she walked slowly down the hill, without her intention. She halted.

What will I do? Where will I go?

She had intended on leaving, on being by herself for awhile, to sort out her fragmented memories and her thoughts towards them. They had left her with a name, and she had intended on researching it.

But now?

Now her mind was filled with more feelings she didn't want to consider. An unwanted vision that led, in a cataclysmic rush, to Spike's death. Uncertainty plagued her as she walked once more. She jogged to her ship and jumped inside, simply sitting, staring at the controls. She could go back to the Bebop. Or, she could go on a soul-searching cruise. Spike, or a trip to her past?

She shook her head. It was just a dumb dream! Why was she acting as if it were the end of the world? Besides, she'd had enough of those dumb men with their stupid airs and inabilities to lighten up.

Or so she told herself.

She started up her ship and put a finger on the button that would open up the process to taking her away.

Did she really want to leave them?

She hesitated, and with a growl pressed another series of buttons. Buttons that would take her home.

"It's not my home. And besides, all I want to do is borrow some money before I leave." She snapped irately at herself. With a shake of her head she gunned the engines and followed the homing beacon back to the ship.

She didn't give a damn about anyone.

Never did, and never would.

Or so she told herself.

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AN: Yes i know, it's kinda short. Okay, really short. Well, it is just the prologue. The next one won't be so short, though I think I'm gonna stick to the shorter chapters for this one, since I have three stories I'm working on that are up, and one more still going through the thought processor. I'm a lazy bum, so this is quite a plateful.

Anyhows...i will try to get the next chappie up soon.

Spike: You're not gonna make me fall for her, are you?

Kat: *stares* Why don't you go back to your grave, you idiot?! I'm on Faye's side here, so *rasberry*

Spike: *growls* I'm surrounded with stupid tomboys!

Kat: What did you call me?

Spike: *runs*

A-hem, next time, Faye realizes that her dream may just be real. So what will she do about it? *evil grin* until next time!

|Tree kat|~*

Will someone be there to catch you?