DISCLAIMER: Yet again I own nothing, but hey if you ever want to sell Cowboy Bebop I would happily buy it for whatever's in my pockets. Pulls out pockets* I got a lifesaver and a nickel, oh well I guess I'll have to be like every other cowboy fan and not own it.

"The Gods Have Blessed Me With A Curse"
By
Kanoka

Faye's eyes slowly fluttered open; she groaned rolling over to lie on her back starring up at the rotating fan in her room, watching it's slow circular movement. Man her head hurt, she hadn't even been drinking and she still felt like she had a hang over. Faye groaned again she defiantly felt drunk that was for sure, and she was having 'those' dreams again. Faye shivered this dream seemed so real it wasn't like the others, her other dreams always consisted of 'him' walking away into the darkness and she was left behind running after him, always running. This dream was different it could almost have been real; she almost expected to have just woken up in the hanger face to face with Spike. Faye took a deep breath of air and let it out, she could smell Jet's cooking all the way in her room, and agh what a horrible smell it was. Well since she was awake now she might as well get something to eat. Faye rolled to the edge of her bed and slung her feet off pushing her self up into a sitting position and off of the bed walking out of her room and towards the kitchen.

(In the kitchen with Spike and Jet)

In the kitchen Spike had taken a seat at the table while Jet preceded to heat up his infamous bell peppers with beef with out the beef. Spike almost gagged at the smell, but hell anything's better than hospital food. Jet sat the plate in front of Spike, who made a look of utter disgust. 'Oh well' thought Spike and wolfed it down as fast as he could in hopes that the taste would elude him which of course didn't; Spike then proceeded to wash it done with a glass of water. Spike sighed setting the glass down on the table and wiping his mouth off on the sleeve of his jacket. Jet took off his apron setting it down on the counter and putting the leftovers in the fridge, and then moved to sit across the table from Spike. For a while Spike just sat letting the food digest, as Jet sat leaning forward on his arms watching Spike. Jet finally getting tired of waiting for Spike to start the conversation and began it himself.

"So are you gonna tell me where the hell you've been for the last 6 months or do I have to guess?" inquired Jet, staring firmly at Spike. Spike blink then smirked the old man sure could get riled easily.

"Give me a minute old man, it takes a while to digest your cooking." Spike said this just to get Jet riled up again, and he succeeded as Jet, clearly agitated, clenched his jaw.

"Come on Spike, tell me already!" Jet said through his clenched teeth, he wasn't in the mood for Spike's antics. Spike only continued to smirk at his friend's aggravation, as Jet's face was slowly becoming flushed with an angry heat.

Spike sighed he better get talking before Jet blew his top "Alright, alright calm down Jet I'll tell ya all about it." As Spike prepared for the likely long story and questions there after, the young female vixen Faye Valentine walked into the doorframe. Spike turned his head upon hearing her footfalls enter the room. Spike looked up at Faye who had frozen the moment her eyes locked onto his, then her small frame fell to the floor in a heap. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Faye walked down the hallway the smell of food, although very unappetizing, entered her nostrils more fully than before and Faye cringed. That smell only meant one thing, Jet had heated up his left over bell peppers with out beef. As Faye entered the main room she thought she heard voices come from the kitchen she frowned she knew one was Jet's and the other it sound so familiar. Who was Jet talking to? And why did his voice seem to taunt Faye in the back of her mind. Faye came nearer and nearer to the doorway and the nagging became more persistent 'well' thought Faye 'only one way to find out.' So Faye stepped into the doorframe and her eyes locked with a pair of mismatched brownish-red ones. Faye was frozen in the doorframe her heart thundered in her ears, those eyes, those burning eyes belonging to one man the man who died 6 months ago and left her to wither and die, Spike Spiegel. Faye's vision blurred and the room spun around her; until finally her vision blacked out as her body fell limply to the floor.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hey every one Kanoka here and wow thanks for all the great reviews! This time around I'm going to try not to slack so much and update sooner, hopefully I won't get writer's block this time. Well you guys keep up the reviews and thanks for your support love you all.