Disclaimer: Same old, same old. Don't own Bebop

A/N: There's a lot of crying in my story. As well as in many of the other fanfics I'll write. It's because I think it's the best way to show almost any type of emotion.

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Spike stood outside of the warehouse in the pouring rain. He had been there, unmoving, for about an hour. He was afraid to go in there. Afraid that she may be dead.

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"Why did this person pick a warehouse to meet Spike?"

"Because it's where I 'died'."

"Stop saying that. You're not dead."

"To those who matter I am."

Mariya paced back and forth through the room.

"Please sit down."

"I can't. I should've gone with him."

"He told you to stay here."

"............I'm going."

"Mariya, no."

"I can't just let him do this alone. He might die. I can't have that happen. Not to her."

"But she may die."

"I can't let that happen either."

"Why are you so concerned?"

"Why are you?"

"Mariya please. You never told me what happened that night."

"I was set up, and was killed. That's all there is to it."

"What are you talking about?"

She began to leave

"Mariya no! Mariya!."

She was gone.

"Damnit!"

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Mariya watched Spike from the roof of a nearby building.

{What the hell is he doing? Why is he just standing there?}

After awhile Spike went inside. She didn't follow.

Spike slowly entered the warehouse. He saw blood on the floor. He followed it to Faye, she was lying on the floor in a puddle of blood.

"Oh god. FAYE!"

He ran to her. She eyes slowly opened.

"Spike?"

"Yeah, Faye. It's me."

"Spike. You're alive."

"Yeah."

"I thought I was never going to see you again."

He held a finger to her lips.

"Shh. We'll talk after we get you to a hospital."

He carefully picked her up off the floor. He stopped at the sight of a figure holding a gun.

"Don't move."

Spike held on to Faye.

"Who are you?"

"No need to worry about that now."

"Tell me who you are."

"An old friend."

"An old friend?"

"An old friend you murdered."

"Who the fuck are you. Tell me now!"

The man stepped into the light. Spike's eyes grew wide in fear.

"No. It's no fucking possible. No!"

Vicious smiled.

"You're suppost to be dead. Why aren't you dead?"

"Why aren't you?"

Spike could feel his anger building up in him.

"Spike."

Spike looked down at Faye, then slowly sank to the ground. She looked at him with sad, glassy eyes.

"I love you so much Spike."

Tears filled his eyes.

"Faye, please, stay with me. I love you."

"I'm just happy I got to see you one last time. So I could tell you how I felt."

Spike kissed her softly. Soon her body went limp. He pulled her close. Vicious smiled as Spike cried out in pain.

"Does it hurt? Losing the one you care for?"

"You mother fucker."

Spike got to his feet. He glared at Vicious.

"You fucker! You killed her!"

"Now you know how it feels. You had to pay for you've done."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"YOU KILLED MARIYA!!!"

"I didn't kill your sister! I was there with you that night."

"No. But you knew. You knew what Julia was going to do! And you never said a word. You let her kill my sister."

"Well, you got your revenge."

"Get on your knees."

"......."

"Get on your knees!"

As Spike did, Vicious could see tears running down his face.

"You're crying over her? Why?"

"You killed her."

"Ah. But I also killed Julia. And you didn't cry over her. What makes this woman so speical, that you would shed tears for her?"

"I loved her."

"What about Julia? Didn't you love her?"

"Didn't you?"

Vicious touched the tip of the blade underneath Spike's chin. Spike shut his eyes.

"I haven't decided how I want to kill you yet."

"Just make it quick."

"I can't do that. It wouldn't be any fun if you didn't feel any pain."

"......"

"Did you feel any remorse for what you did?"

"I didn't kill her."

"But you knew who did. Which is just as bad. You knew before it ever happened. So, did you feel any remorse?"

"Everyday."

"Everyday?"

"Yes."

"You preneted to care."

"I did care!"

"The fuck you did!"

"If I didn't care, I wouldn't have given a shit about your pain. I wouldn't have even bothered helping you coupe."

"......"

Suddenly a gunhot bounced off the floor. At that moment Vicious put his blade threw Spike shoulder. Spike screamed.

"Does it hurt?"

"You fucker!"

"Now that's not nice."

Spike laid on the floor, bleeding. Vicious knelt down beside him.

"I was wondering. How did you manage to survive our little confrentation?"

"I'm lucky I guess."

"Nobodys that lucky."

"You survived."

"Only because you did. Old friend."

"Bastard."

Vicious smiled. There was another gunshot. Vicious seemed unnereved by it.

"Come out."

"......"

"I don't know who you are, or what you want. Frankly, I don't care, but nobody but me will kill Spiegel. So come out."

A figure stepped into the light. Vicious dropped his bloody knife. His eyes wide.

"Mariya? No. You're dead."

"Really? I don't feel dead."

Tears were in both there eyes, but Mariya seemed to be in better control of it. Tears ran down Vicious's face. He fell to his knees and cried into her hip, holding her tight.

"Vicious. I thought I'd never see you again."

"How? I was with you when you died."

"I was dead. Until I was brought back."

"Why did you stay away?"

"To protect you. To protect him."

Vicious's tears soaked her cloths. Spike rolled onto his back and looked up at her.

"Mariya, what are you doing here? I told you-"

"I know what you told me. What makes you think I'd listen? You lied to me, you fuck. You said that you didn't know anything."

She walked over to him and lifted him up by his hair. He winced in pain.

"How long did you think you could keep it a secret? Huh? Did you think I'd never find out?"

"......"

"Why did you do it? Why did you keep that a secret?"

"She said you where a threat."

"I was a threat? How?"

"She didn't say."

She punched him. Then put her gun to his head.

"I should've left you there. I should've left you there to die!"

"Pull the trigger."

"What?"

"If you want me dead so bad. Pull the trigger."

"Mariya don't."

"What? Why? He deserves to die!"

"No. Let him live with the pain of her lose. The pain will torment him for the rest of his life."

"What if I choose to take my own life?"

"You won't do that."

Mariya took the gun from his head. She stooped down and caught his face in her hand. She didn't say anything. They looked at each other for a moment, then she kissed him, hard and deep. Spike didn't resist. After a moment she released him.

"Goodbye Spike."

She stoos and walked over to Vicious. The two of them looked at Spike for a moment, then they turned and walked away.

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There. Not much. But, hey, I'm new to this. I'll probably get better as I go. I hope you like it. I hope you guys have read up to this point. Well, there one more chpt to go and then THAT'S IT! I'm done and I can start on my new fanfic.