**A/N** Well! I'm so glad to see that I managed to keep at least 2 of my readers! And I'm so, so happy that you've read and enjoyed the last chapter…So yes, this little insert here usually means there is a chapter not too far after it, and this is the truth in this case. However, there will be a bit of a delay if you continue to read what I've typed here. ^.^

I wanted to take a bit of time to say thanks for those who've stuck around to read, it really makes me glad to know there are some faithful readers of mine still. Also- if there are any Saiyuki fans out there reading this, keep your eyes peeled- I'm working on a short (very short) Saiyuki fan-fiction called "Saiyuki Reflections".

^.^

Ah yes, another thing- on a recent trip to the mall I found a wonderful store called "Too Cool" that was filled to the brim with Anime titled Soundtracks- I bought both Trigun CDs as well as the 5 CB Soundtracks- I'm keeping persistent with the chapter titles being song titles, but if there's any that aren't familiar, it's very likely that they are titles I'm using from one of these 7 *kick-ass* CDs. And for those who do recognize them…er…kudos to you! ^_^

Rosebud- Yay! Thank you for reviewing, and again I apologize for such a long wait- being busy does this to a person…isn't it sad? Heh. I rather like the brief conversation between Jet, Spike, and Wolfwood as well- to me it seems those three are most likely to either get along or really hate each other…out of the men, anyhow.

Merlyn1382- Well thank you for waiting around for the next update. I'm rather proud of my display of the characters as well…they haunt me in my sleep. .;

Disclaimer: I do not own any manga, anime, or other manga/anime merchandise related to the Trigun or Cowboy BeBop titles, nor do I own any of the characters, ideas, or art design from said titles- this work is purely fictional, I'm making no profit from it other than the great comments from my readers, and therefore should not (hopefully) be sued. (I have nothing to give but my brain anyway, and believe me, you don't want that.)

~Celebria

**Faye storms out looking quite peeved at me and sticks a finger in my face** You!

*looks shocked* Me!?

**Faye** You made that blond dolt grab me! I've been violated! How dare you?!

*grins lightly* It's called comedy, Faye- trust me, the people loved it.

**Faye** He grabbed me! I don't find anything funny about that.

*shrugs* Well fine then- I guess you don't much care that you're becoming quite popular with the audience here. They really love you Faye-Faye, they just can't get enough of your charm.

**Faye quirks a brow** Its Faye- say it once, please. **her temper lightens a bit** They really like me hmm? I do have a great personality, I guess I can't blame them. Well, **she sighs** if its for the sake of popularity among the people, I guess I won't complain so much. **winks**

*grins broadly* Good- glad that's settled. Now we can get on with the story. In this chapter, I was thinking about Vash advancing again and this time grabbing your rear.

**Faye looks completely shocked** WHAT?!

*ushers her off* All for the sake of popularity among the people, Faye-Faye, remember- they were your words after all. Bye now!

**Faye sidles off, puzzled**

Oy.

Vacation

Chapter Nine

No Money

"What do you mean we can't stay here?"  Spike inquired of the innkeeper calmly, lifting a brow. "We have enough money, don't we?"

The keep, a thin old man with large owl-eye spectacles and a wire thin silver mustache, gestured to the notes on the desk.

"You have enough, son, but what of I couldn't begin to tell you. This isn't money- its just colored paper and odd looking coins."

Jet, Faye, and Spike exchanged wary expressions and Ed yapped along with Ein. The keep craned his neck to look past the three at the desk to the strange child and dog.

"Even if you did have the proper amount of double-dollars, I'm afraid we don't allow animals to stay here."

Faye arched an eyebrow, glancing over her shoulder, "That's not an animal- that's Ed. Though I guess it is debatable at times." She sighed. "Look, mister, can't you give us a bit of a break? We're not from around here and our ship broke down-"

"Your ship? What do you take me for, a moron? There are no ships around here. There isn't even water." The keep chuckled.

Jet grunted, "Our space ship, not the kind that goes on the water."

This made the innkeeper howl with laughter. Everyone on Gunsmoke knew that there were no space ships around. That technology had been lost a long time ago. He shook his head and waved them away.

"You'll have to try another inn, but thank you for the laugh!"

Spike shot a sidelong glance to Jet, "Why do I get the feeling the next inn isn't in this town?"

Ed stopped yapping at Ein, amber eyes gazing curiously at the adults. "We can't stay here? Vash-person could stay here, we should ask him for help."

"We're not beggars, kid," Spike retorted, turning away from the desk. "We'll just have to make do outside. That is unless Faye here can con her way into getting us a room."

Faye's jaw dropped a bit, green eyes wide. "You want to use me?" she hissed. Before she could say anything more, however, the innkeeper interrupted.

"Did that strange kid say Vash? As in Vash the Stampede?"

The BeBop crew glanced at one another. That was how the goofy blond man introduced himself, but they were wondering if saying yes to the innkeeper was going to benefit them or not.  When the group had finally reached the inn at this New Oregon town their guides had suddenly deserted them. Wolfwood gave a nice salute, mumbling some priest- ism about going with the protection of God, Milly had wished them luck as Meryl tugged her and a bawling Vash inside. Faye, for one, was glad to see him go. How pathetic that a man like that cried like a baby?

Being one to perhaps take most of the risks out of the four, Faye gave a little nod.

"Yeah, that was the blond guy who came in here wailing like a two year old. What's it to you?"

At once the attitude of the keep did a three-sixty, waving his hands with sweat bullets appearing on his face.

"I didn't know you were with V…Vash the Stampede! I'll prepare a room for you right away! I'm so sorry!"

The old man rushed into a door behind him, leaving four very puzzled people. Ed scratched her fingers in the thicket of orange-red hair on her head, mouth forming an 'o' shape as she looked to Ein.

"Ooh…crazy old man…"

Ein barked his agreement.

Jet had a brow arched and a hand atop his balding head. "That was strange. All we did was mention that goofy blond guy and we got a room?"

Faye crossed her arms, shifting her weight to one leg. "Are you going to complain? But I have to say- if there's only one bed, I'm getting it. I need my beauty sleep- and I get first dibs on the shower too. I've got sand in my ears and other…unmentionable places."

"Gee, thanks for sharing Faye," Spike replied tonelessly, his face deadpan. "To be honest, I don't care who gets the bed. We're getting a free room."

Jet conceded with a curt nod. "It doesn't change the fact that we have no money here. We're gonna need to get some if we're going to be able to repair the BeBop, and they don't take Woolong here."

Ed pointed a finger up toward the ceiling, "The currency here is called a double dollar- Woolong are not even a currency in this solar system…oooh…no money, no money, no money for us."

Neither of the other three even wanted to begin to guess how Ed knew that- it wasn't worth being shown that she was right. They weren't quite sure how they'd be able to get the local currency, but at the moment fatigue was setting in and nobody even cared anymore.  It was something to worry about in the morning…or the afternoon, since the sun had risen already.

Nobody noticed, however, that there were in fact two suns in the blue sky, and if they had, they didn't care. Not that it would've been completely unusual. Jupiter had nine moons, and Saturn had rings where people lived, and Spike was born on Mars.

At last the innkeeper returned, beaming, and still sweating profusely.

"Your room is ready- it's number 7-A, right down the hall on your left. You'll be happy to know that it is the room directly across from your friend's."

"Our friend?" Spike, Faye, and Jet repeated, bewildered.

"Yes," the innkeeper nodded, holding in place the most forced grin of all time. "Mr. Vash the Stampede- he is in the room right across from yours. Enjoy your stay!"

The four filed through the hallway, Ein included- the no pets rule had more than likely waived with the mention of Vash- and came to room 7-A. It was nothing fancy, not that anything fancy was expected; just a normal room with two double beds, a bathroom with shower, a desk and chair, and a window that gave a view of nothing but the town and rolling sand dunes.

"I call the other bed," Jet chimed as he walked in and plopped down onto the one closest to the window. The bed creaked noisily in protest when he shifted his weight a bit.

"You must be gaining weight, Jet." Spike quipped with a half smirk. He shed his jacket, pulled out the chair, sat down and balanced it against the wall on the two back legs of it. "It must be the steady diet of your specialty- bell peppers and beef."

Jet narrowed his eyes at the green mopped crewmate but didn't bother with a witty retort- he was just too tired to bother.

Faye tossed her jacket on the remaining bed and shot a glare to Ed in warning to keep away from it. "I'm taking a shower and then going to sleep- nobody better try and wake me up later." She vanished into the bathroom, shutting the door tightly behind her.

"Oh, scary Faye-Faye," Ed remarked, stretching her lithe limbs with a catlike grace and yawned widely before curling up on the floor next to Ein.

Within a few moments, Spike Spiegel, Jet Black, and Edward Wong Hau Pepalu Tivrusky the Fourth were slumbering in their respective places to the sound of water falling in the shower. When Faye finally emerged from the bathroom, she lay down soundlessly on the bed and closed her eyes. She shifted to get comfortable and the bed creaked, which received a response from a dreaming Ed.

"No money…no money…no money for us….dreaming, dreaming, dreaming…no money."

Aggravated, Faye threw a pillow at Ed, "Shush!" she hissed and shut her eyes.

Ed made one last remark before returning to a deeper sleep.

"Chicken bone."