A/N: it's short I know, but the last chappie was long, and this is the last one *sniffle*

**The Bebop**

Jet shifted from his uncomfortable position on the yellow couch while Ed stared at him quizzically. Even she had been relatively quiet over the past few days, just staring at the tomato and going to sleep in her bizarre and precarious positions.

Jet leaned back, thinking to himself bitterly, I wonder if Faye's still here. He counted on his fingers; she should have three more days left.  He was getting tired of sitting on Venus and their supplies were dwindling, but the knowledge that Faye had left to die weighed heavily on his shoulders.

Standing up to ease his stiff back, he stared out of the window into the night. The lights of the city dominated everything, small illuminations beckoning the citizens. His dark eyes shifted up to the sky, and stared in wonder at the heavy clouds covering the stars. Wandering slowly back over to the couch, he stretched out upon it, and slowly fell asleep.

Noises, clinking and gurgling… Jet scrunched his eyelids together, protesting noise's intrusion and departure of sleep. He opened one eye slowly, preparing himself for streamers of light, but finding none. He sat up abruptly to the darkened room. Ed was curled up in a fetal position, holding Ein to her chest, and someone had put a blanket over her shoulders. Thinking in his dazed state that someone must have found a way onto the ship, he picked up and ashtray and wandered slowly down the halls.

Stopping in front of the closed doors to the kitchen, he was surprised to see light coming from underneath the door crack. Taking a breath, wrapping his hand even more securely around his weapon of choice, he flung the door open and rushed in.  Spike turned, holding two mugs of coffee. Apparently he wasn't surprised by Jet holding an ashtray menacingly above his head. Speaking with his voice hushed he inquired, "Want some coffee?"

Jet nodded silently and joined Spike at the table, holding the warm mug between his fingers, asking silently, "Did you tell her?"

He caught Spike's small nod, even though the younger man was still staring into the depths of his coffee cup. Not wanting to intrude, but needing to make certain he tried to ask, "Is she- is she?"

Spike smiled even as his voice cracked. Answering with the purest truth, with sadness lacing his voice, he replied, "No."

Jet had his mug halfway to his mouth, but dropped it, and it shattered on the tabletop. Spluttering he frantically questioned, "She's alive?!"

Spike smiled, and answered, "Jet, her body is dead, but…"

          He paused, as if undecided if he should let Jet in on this small remembrance of Faye, and gestured to the windows, as the little seedlings Venus was known for drifted down, forming thick blankets over the city, and the ship, " Jet, it's snowing."

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A/N: it's done, what did you think of it? And yes, I knew I was going to say "remember me in the snow", that's the whole reason I picked Venus. And now…the dedication!!

For all those broken dolls, for those who feel like they are only puppets in this plan, for those who must grow old before their time, for all of us who face a cruel reality.