"Sooo hungry," I groaned. I haven't eaten since yesterday and I'm stranded in the middle of space four hundred miles from Ganymede because my damned ship ran out of fuel!

I'm now pounding on the low roof of my ship. As if it needs to get any more beaten up.

I know I've cheated at every casino I've been to and I've ripped money off of Jet and Spike every chance I got but is this really what I deserve?!

Spike?

"Spike . . ."

Who gives a damn about Spike?! Despite the fact that I'm sulking because I keep thinking about him between every other random thought I feel that I should hate his guts for everything he's put me through, especially how many times he talked loudly in his sleep about 'Julia.'

I would be sitting on the top step, Ed would be sitting in some corner, asleep, Jet was off to mess with his little bonsai things, Ein would be out with him beggin' for food, and Spike would be asleep on the couch . . . Muttering that damned name.

I swear I hear him muttering that name in my sleep!

But enough about that. looking at the seat beside me I see yet another bottle of beer or something like that sitting there that I ripped off from a bar somewhere. I see it, yet I ignore it. Spike told me once that I should stop drinking. Yeah right. To get my mind off of all that, I think I'll sing. . .

"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts-" I stop. Anything but that song! Wait . . . Where did I hear it from? Ack, I confuse myself.

I sit up and reach behind my seat to grab the small bag I had packed to take from the Bebop. There ought to be a pack of cigarettes in there that I stole from one of them. Hell, I'd even accept a cigar! Wait, strike that, I don't like the taste.

I find a pack, but there are only two left, and the lighter I had brought was nearly empty. Still, I lit one and decided to make them last.

I'm still stranded out here, four hundred miles from Ganymede.

Don't get me wrong though! If my radio worked I assure you I would have called in! Strike that, I wouldn't have even if it did work . . . I'm still a bounty, remember.

Actually . . . I'm kind of glad that I ran out of fuel . . . I had left the Bebop to go and see if I could find out anything about my past, maybe even raise money to pay off my debts!

Yeah, right, suuure.

But . . . Should I? Maybe I don't really wanna know about my past or even what happened when I knocked over the gate! Maybe I wanna know, but I shouldn't know . . . Maybe I should just go back to the Bebop and continue to torture Ein. Strike that [again] maybe I should go and steal a can of dog food, go back to the Bebop, and *then* torture Ein!

If only I had fuel . . .

"Sooo hungry."

Author's Notes: This is my first uploaded CB fic, although I've been watching the series for four years. This is a one-shot at Fay's POV, and I'd really appreciate it if you R/R'ed me! Voice you're opinions about this, comment, compliment, flame, why should I care? ^.^ Ja Ne!