Authors Note: This had been reposted due to the ridiculous amount of errors. teeheee. ^_^

Spike stood outside of the door of The Bebop. He would reach for the door, retract his hand, pace for a bit, stop, scratch his head, then the cycle would repeat.

"Will you just get it over with?" Rose said from behind him, "They won't feel sorry for you if you scratch all your hair out."

Spike glared at her temporarily. She was starting to wear on his nerves a little bit. But he could say one good thing about her. She packed light. She stood with just one small black tote bag at her feet. Her arms were crossed as she waited to be introduced into her new home. She didn't seem to know how un-welcomed she would be. Well, if she did, it didn't really seem to bother her. Her face was calm and a little bored. She tapped her foot impatiently.

"Well," Spike said finally, "Here goes nothing."

He entered the Bebop, Rose close behind. Spike guessed his first stop should be the bonsai room. With all the frustration he suffered earlier, Jet must be taking it out on his trees.

"Damnit!" a loud voice boomed down the hallway.

Spike was right. He stood in the doorway of the bonsai room. Jet had one gloved hand holding the clippers and the other holding his baldhead. What looked like half a bonsai tree laid on the table. Jet mumbled something, it sounded like stress and children.

"Hey there," Spike said. Jet looked up, startled. He looked Spike up and down.

"Bout damn time," he said, going back to mutilating his bonsai trees, "How much did you get?"

"Enough to get off this damn planet," Spike said, scratching his head.

"How much did it cost?"

"Not too much."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Fill up the tank so we can get the hell out of here."

Spike hesitated.

"Um, there is something you might want to know."

Jet raised both his hands in the air and shook his head.

"Please, no more bad news. I don't think me or my bonsai trees can take anymore."

"But I think you might want to know."

Jet let lowered his arms with a deep heavy sigh.

"Shoot."

Spike took a deep breath.

"Well, I had to pick up a little extra.....baggage."

"What kind of baggage... " Jet said suspiciously.

"Uummm..." Spike started rubbing the back of his neck. "The living and breathing kind."

Jet didn't blink.

"Please." he said after a short pause. "Tell me it's a gold fish."

"Yeah, it's a goldfish." Spike chucked nervously. "A 125 pound one the walks and talks and lives out of water."

"Ahem," Rose chimed in. Spike jumped a bit. He had almost forgotten she was there. She had stepped next to Spike and into Jet's viewing range.

"For the record," she said, with a large smile plastered over her lips, "I weigh less then that."

Jet said nothing. He just glanced from Rose to Spike then back again. His face was un-readable.

"I know I'm no more then 115," she continued.

Jet remained silent. He stared at this girl, looking her up and down. Rose took a few steps near him, held out her hand and smiled.

"My name is Rosemary, it's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Black. Spike told me a lot about you."

Jet stared down at the girl's hand, he made no effort to take it. Rose got the hint, and slowly lowered her hand. Spike laughed nervously.

"Well," he said uncomfortably. "Isn't this nice..."

Jet cleared his throat, finally ready to speak.

"Spike," he said softly, "Can I have a few words with you." He looked at Rose coldly, "Alone."

***

Rosemary stood outside the closed door listening to the yelling even though she couldn't make out the words. She sighed, brushing her long curly black bangs out of her face. She knew she was going to be un-welcomed but this was a little ridiculous.

"These people must not like people," she muttered to herself.

Spike had at least done a good job prepping her before she came.

"Jet will yell, that's a given," Spike had told her, "Let me introduce you to Faye. But If I don't get too, watch for guns."

Rose got nervous as she remembered that statement. She looked down the long hallway to her left, then to her right. It was empty. She leaned against the wall, listening to the yelling for a little while longer. She was getting bored and began pacing the hallway. Soon she found herself walking off. She had no idea where this long hall lead too, but if she was going to be living there for a few weeks at least, she should get to know her new home. As she walked, the scenery never really changed. The walls were a dirty rusted metal, the floor was worn away. Every once in a while she'd pass a small metal door that was either locked or rusted shut. So she kept walking. Soon the hallway blossomed and she found herself in a large equally ugly room. There was a small yellow chair and a yellow couch. A small table held a tiny broken down TV. A rusted ceiling fan turned slowly on the high ceiling.

"It's definitely not the Ritz," she mumbled to herself. She might not have bothered with Spike if she knew the horrible conditions he squallered in.

She sat on the couch. It was a little more comfortable then it looked. Obviously well used. She reached out and fiddled with the old Tv. All the button labels had worn off so she just pushed various buttons but with no effect. She narrowed her eyes in frustration and hit it hard on the side. Nothing happened. She hit it harder and harder. Finally, the TV flicked on. A tall blonde lady appeared, talking about a some new miracle soap. Rose reached up to try to change the channel but she felt herself being pulled back into her seat. An arm wrapped around her neck and it squeezed tight, pinning her. She pulled and tugged at the arm but stopped when she felt something-hard press against her head. It was the all to familiar feel of the tip of a gun pressed against her temple. A low feminine voiced whispered in her ear.

"You ready to die tonight?"

***

"You can't just bring people on the ship like that!" Jet hollered, "We barely make enough money to support the three of us. I don't even now how we survived with Ed and Ein around."

"That's cause those two would eat anything," Spike muttered.

"I'm not laughing, Spike," Jet hissed, "Do you ever think? Do you? Do you ever think about anyone except yourself?"

"I was thinking of everyone else, that's why she's here," Spike spoke, irritated, "are you even going to let me explain or are you just going to yell at me like I'm a goddamn child?"

Spike had stood, silent for what seemed like half an hour while Jet yelled. He knew he just had to let Jet get it all out of his system. But when Jet called him selfish, it really pissed him off. Spike was being anything but selfish. He did what he had to do for the well being of the crew.

Jet narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Spike. He let out a sigh and crossed arms.

"Okay," he said, "Explain."

"There was no fuel in Richards," Spike said, "She offered to take me the next town if I would let her stay with us for a while. I had no other options."

Jet said nothing, looking at the floor. He looked back up at Spike.

"That still doesn't change the fact of how we are going to deal with the extra expense."

Spike shrugged.

"She can help with bounties," he said.

"She looks a little...feminine...to handle bounties," Jet said a little skeptical.

"I think she can handle it." Spike said, through a wide smile. Jet sighed.

"Well, she better. Just because you promised her something, doesn't mean I can't break that promise for you."

"That's true," Spike agreed. He turned and began to leave. Jet called after him.

"I just hope Faye is open to this."

***

Spike closed to door behind him, Jet's last statement staying with him a little longer then the rest of his lecture. 'Hey, Faye would just have to deal,' Spike though. She could deal just like he and Jet dealt with her when she invited herself to stay on the Bebop. These thoughts left him quickly. He looked left and right. Rose was no where in sight.

"I told her to wait for me.." he muttered through his teeth. He walked towards the living area, hopefully she hadn't gotten in much trouble. Her arrived at the opening and shook his head and what he saw. Obviously she had gotten in trouble. He didn't bother to rush over. He just shoved his hands in his pockets and calmly walked to the couch where Rose sat, in a headlock with a gun pressed to her head. Who other then Faye was carrying out this attack. He stopped in front of them, he looked at Rose's slightly panicked face to Faye. He couldn't help but grin a little.

"Faye," Spike said slowly, "What are you doing?"

Her mouth twisted, slightly annoyed.

"What does it look like?" she spat. Her annoyance was then replaced by a sinful smirk, "This pretty girl I guess decided she would break in and take a rest from that desert sun. She picked the wrong ship to break into though. I'm sure she knows that now, right little girl?"

Faye nudged the gun hard against Rose's head. She didn't get the reaction she was looking for, as Rose had no reaction. She was starting to look bored. She even had the nerve to yawn a bit.

"Hey!" Faye yelled at her, "I don't know if you noticed but there's a gun to your head!"

"Not the first time..." Rose said with little emotion, "So your Faye, huh?"

Faye's eyebrow twitched. Spike just grinned. He turned his attention to Rose.

"This is why I told you to wait for me." he said. She rolled her eyes.

"I know she was supposed to be a bitch, but this is a little ridiculous, don't you think?" Rose said, she turned her head towards Faye as much as she could, which wasn't much as Faye still had a strong grip around her neck.

"Do you try to kill all your guests?" Rose asked.

"Guests?" Faye said in confusion. Spike cleared his throat.

"Yeah, uh. Faye, meet Rose. Our new Shipmate."

"Nice to meet you," Rose said sarcastically. Faye dropped the gun from Rose's head.

"WHAT??" she said. Rose shifted uncomfortably.

"Can we talk about this after you release my neck?"

"Let her go, Faye," Spike said. Faye's arm slowly uncurled from around Rose's neck. She stood up straight and stared at Spike in confusion.

"Explain," she stated simply. Spike shrugged, still grinning a little.

"I had no choice but to bring her a long," he stated simply. The newly freed Rose turned around and looked at Faye for the first time. The two women looked each other up and down, If spike didn't know any better he would think they were sizing each other up. But he knew nothing about women. Faye looked over at Spike and shook her head.

"Nuh uh," she stated, "Not gonna happen."

"To bad you don't have a say in the matter," he replied coolly. Faye crossed her arms.

"All Shipmates have a say in this matter and I say she goes. Now."

"Me and Jet say she stays, so she stays."

"Where is she going to sleep?" Faye said quickly.

"In Ed's old room."

Faye just shook her head.

"How is she going to pay bills."

Spike outright laughed at that.

"Shut up, Faye. What bills do you pay?"

"I help with bounties," she said snootily.

"And so will she." Spike looked down and Rose. Making it clear to her that she WILL help with bounties.

"We can't afford it!" Faye half yelled, obviously desperate for more reasons to say no.

"We will manage." Spike said.

Faye's mouth opened as if she was going to say more. But it closed. She shoot venomous glares and them both. She let out a loud "Humph" and stomped off. Spike chuckled.

"I saw that coming a mile away," he looked at Rose. She was smiling too. But it wasn't an amused smile like Spike's. It was a smile that made Spike's smile fade off his face. She stood up slowly, and stood close to his face.

"Why, Mr. Spike Spiegel," she said in a heavy fake southern American accent, "If I didn't know no bettah. I would think you want me to stay almost as bad as Miss. Faye wants me to leave." Her eyes glistened. Spike lost his composure but for a second before regaining it quickly, smirking at her. He leaned in close.

"But you know better, right?" he whispered. He turned, and began walking away, "Down that hall 2nd door on left," he yelled over his shoulder not looking back. He didn't see Rose sucking her teeth irritably and glare after him.

***

Down the hall, 2nd door on the left. Rose made her way down the hall with her small tote bag in hand. She found the room, opened the door. The room was small, and it was a mess. Whoever this Ed person was didn't clean up before they left. Papers were strewn all over the floor and on the bed. They were covered with odd little smiley faces. She cleared off the bed, and set her tote bag down. She began pulling out the contents. She only had 2 different outfits and a few toiletries. It was all she had time to grab when she was found at her home a few weeks earlier. She would never admit it, but when she felt that gun against her head this evening, she thought she had been found again. That was before she found out it was her psychotic new roommate. She picked up her clothes and placed them in the small dresser (which had smiley faces drawn all over it.)

"Maybe I can get Faye to take me shopping," she said aloud, laughing as she remembered that ridiculous yellow outfit.

Her laughter died quickly though. She sighed heavily. She looked at the rusted walls, and the small unkempt little bed. So this was what she was reduced too? Traveling in a rust palace with people who didn't even want her there. This was what they drove her too. She had to leave her life behind and take to wandering space with strangers. This thought made a lump form in her throat. She wanted to scream and throw the small bed across the room. But she didn't she. She slipped out of her trench coat and her boots. She crawled under the thin covers. She was tired. Having your life threatened twice in 24 hours took a lot out a person. She laid her head down softly. She wanted to cry. But Rosemary Eve Desovelli didn't cry. She swallowed her sorrows, and slept away her tears.