A/N Part 1: Well, here is Chapter two of my extremely short story. I only threw this together in a short period of time, so it's kinda bad. Oh, and a message to Havoc: this isn't my fist piece. This is my second piece I put up on ff and I have many others. The suggestion was ok, but this is the only story I have in which I explain about the story. I would have preferred not to explain, but it was so short, my friends believed that it was necessary. Anyway, ya'll have fun reading my ficcie, and be on the lookout for my YYH comedy case, which I am currently re-writing so ff will accept it.

PS: 'italic' = someone thinking………… *italic* = dreams…………

Chapter 2

Jet Finds Out

Jet woke up late the next morning, got dressed, and went to the kitchen to make coffee. He got everything all set, and turned the coffee pot on, while humming his favorite tune. Then he made himself a cup of coffee.

Jet walked to the living room, and sat in the yellow chair, relaxing. A night without Spike and Faye there arguing had done him good.

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Spike woke up late, and was still very tired. He opened his eyes, and saw Faye cuddling up next to him under the sheet.

"What the hell?!" he sat up straight in bed, and moved over slightly, away from Faye. That slight movement woke Faye up. She sat up, holding the sheet close to her to cover her unclothed body, and leaned over to lay against Spikes shoulder. He jumped slightly, and moved under the sheet to the foot of the bed.

"What the hell is going on Faye?!"

"You mean, you don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

"You don't remember what I said…"

"What?" Spike asked, confused. Then like a bullet, everything came back to him. Everything that was said, everything that was done.

"Don't you remember?" Faye asked.

"You mean what you…" Faye nodded her head. "And I…" more nods. "And we…?"

"Yes Spike."

"That should never have happened. We were both drunk."

"Yes, but everything I said was true."

"You mean…?"

"I still love you." Spike grabbed for one of the sheets on the ground, and wrapped it around his lower body before getting up off the bed.

"No, no, no. this cannot be happening." he muttered to himself as he was gathering up his clothes from the floor. He went into the bathroom, and slammed the door. Faye looked around confused.

"Was it something I said?"

*****

Spike threw his clothes on in confusion, while thinking to himself. He couldn't believe what Faye said. In some ways, he wanted it to be true, but in other ways, he wanted it to be a dream. What if Julia found out what happened? Faye certainly couldn't keep her mouth shut.

Spike walked out of the bathroom, and saw that Faye was still sitting on the bed, wrapped up in the sheets.

"If you want to know, I'm leaving the hotel in 10 minutes, and I'm going back to The Bebop. I'll be in the lobby until then." he turned on his heel, and went straight to the lobby, as promised. He sat in one of the cushioned chairs, relaxing.

'What the hell was Faye talking about? She couldn't have been serious about what she was saying. After all this time of fighting, she finally must have snapped.'

Spike sat straight up in his chair, hearing the click-clack of high heel shoes. He looked up and saw Faye walking towards him.

"You finished dressing that quickly?" he asked, a little astonished.

"What did you expect?"

"Nothing. Lets go." they walked out to the street, and over to the bar they were at the previous night. In the parking lot was the Swordfish II and the Red Tail. They each got in their crafts, and flew away from the bar. When they landed again, a few minutes later, they put the ships in the hangar bay of the Bebop.

Spike was the first to enter the Bebop, closely followed by Faye. Jet was surprised by their entrance. They weren't arguing. And they looked tired.

"You guys look like you were up all night! Didn't you get any sleep?" Faye and Spike looked at each other, and quickly looked back. Spike came up with the quick answer.

"You see, we did get sleep, but, we… have a really bad hangover. Yeah. So… I'm gonna… go make a prairie oyster."

"I'll join him. You know, don't wanna throw up everywhere." Faye ran into the kitchen with Spike, and Jet looked at the closing door confused.

"That was really weird…oh well." he picked up his mini computer and continued to read the news on it.

*****

Back in the kitchen, Faye leaned against the wall while Spike rummaged through the fridge.

"That was close." Faye said. Spike looked up from the fridge and replied.

"A little too close."

"Do you think he suspects anything?"

"If he doesn't now, he eventually will. I just want to put this very far behind me."

"But why?"

"Because of Julia."

"Julia?! Does everything have to revolve around her? Why can't you forget her and be with me?" she placed a hand on Spikes shoulder.

"She's the only woman I've ever loved. I will find her someday." Faye cringed.

"But…you love me…don't you?"

"I…I can't say that I do."

"I don't believe that." Faye said, leaning back against the wall. "I believe that deep down, you do love me."

"Believe what you want. It won't make it true." Spike walked into the living room leaving a very frustrated Faye in the kitchen.

"What was the arguing about?" Jet asked, and spike looked over at him with an inquisitive look.

"Did you hear anything?"

"A lot of muffled voices, but I could tell you were arguing." Jet said, so spike explained.

"It's nothing. Just the usual argument." Jet looked over unbelieving.

"I didn't know the usual argument was about Julia." Spike wasn't surprised.

"So you heard, huh?"

"Yep, all of it." Spike sat down, and Jet continued. "I was confused when you came in tired, and when you weren't arguing, but when I heard you two arguing in the kitchen, I put 2 and 2 together. I figured it out Spike. You slept with Faye, didn't you?" Spike hung his head.

"Yes, I did."

"Do you love her?"

"I don't know."

"I have only a couple of things to say to you. 1, if you really do love Julia, You'll tell Faye and put this whole incident behind you. And 2, if you really love Faye more than Julia, you'll tell her and not leave her in the dark. She cares about you Spike. From what I hear, she even loves you. And I don't think she's really loved anyone before. Not like this."

"You're probably right." he stood up. "I'll need a little time to think this over. Right now though, I'm going to bed. I'm severely tired."

"I can imagine."

"Oh, shut up." Spike walked to his room, took his shoes off, and laid down. He fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

*****

In the kitchen, Faye was still leaning against the wall. She was thinking about what spike had said to her. She didn't believe it. A cheerful thought ran through her head, although.

"He'll come around." she said to herself. "And if he doesn't, I'll have to persuade him."

*****

Later that night, a shadowed figure crept through The Bebop. It slinked through the living room, and slipped into one of the rooms off to the side. This room happened to be Spike's room. And the figure; Faye.

Faye looked at Spike as he slept, leaning against the door. She smiled, and began to take a few step, when she stepped on a glass cup that spike had left on the floor. Faye fell backwards on the floor, bleeding badly, with 3 large glass shards stuck in the bottom of her left foot. The smashing glass woke Spike up, and he grabbed his gun, aiming at the door. When his eyes focused, he saw Faye sitting on the floor, cradling her foot.

"Faye! What happened."

"A glass cup. One that you left on the floor."

"Come on." he turned on the light, Picked Faye up, and sat her down on the edge of his bed. "I'll be back in a minute." Spike went to the bathroom and searched for the first aid kit. When he found it, he went back to his room, and sat on a chair across from Faye.

"It's strange. My foot doesn't hurt."

"Yeah, well it will." he picked Faye's foot up, and let it rest on his knee. He examined the bottom to make no more than 3 shards were in her foot. "As I said, this will hurt." Spike got a firm grip on the largest piece of glass, and pulled. Faye winced from the pain. Spike repeated with the other two shards, but Faye made no sound.

"If that didn't hurt, this probably will." he pulled out a small bottle of alcohol from the kit. Then he took out some cotton balls, and dabbed alcohol on her foot. Faye still made no sound. "You're a pretty tough woman. Maybe I've been underestimating you all this time."

"Maybe." Spike wrapped Faye's foot in gauze and bandages.

"I've just got one question."

"What's that?"

"Why were you sneaking around my room this late at night?" he looked at her.

"You know why."

"Faye, I know you think you love me…"

"I do love you though."

"You don't even know how I feel." Spike lowered his head, knowing what was coming next.

"Then tell me." Spike raised his head. He knew she was going to say that, and he didn't have an answer.

"How can I tell you when I don't even know?" Faye looked at Spike.

"You better decide between me and Julia, and soon. You can't have us both." she took his hand in hers. "I love you Spike. I know you don't believe me, but I do. And I won't stand between you and who you love." she stood up and limped out of Spikes room.

"Spike laid down on his bed, and soon fell asleep. He tried to dream about nothing, but Faye's and Jets words kept swimming around in his head.

*…She cares about you Spike. From what I hear, she even loves you. And I don't think she's really loved anyone before. Not like this…

…I love you Spike. I know you don't believe me, but I do. And I won't stand between you and who you love…

Then an image of Julia came into his dream.

…please wait for me Spike. I love you…*

Spike woke abruptly from his thought filled dream. He looked around as daylight, the annoying daylight that woke him, seeped through his window. He went out to the living room in just pants, and sat down on the couch. Jet came in the room, and sat down in the chair across from Spike.

"Were leaving today. Setting out for mars."

"Where's Faye?"

"Still asleep." he sat back. "Have you decided?"

"I don't know. I think I love her, but I can't give up on Julia, can I?"

*****

Faye woke from a near pleasant sleep, if it wasn't for the throbbing pain in her left foot.

"Damn it. I never want to see another piece of glass for as long as I live." Faye stood up out of bed, put on some clean clothes, and limped out to the living room, where Spike and Jet were sitting. Jet looked over and noticed the bandages on Faye's foot.

"What happened to you?" he asked. Faye looked down at her foot as well.

"Oh, that. Well, what it is…is…um…" She began, not wanting to mention that she had been in Spikes room.

"It's ok Faye. He knows. He figured it out by himself."

"Well, than, I was in Spike's room last night and stepped on a glass cup."

"You were in Spikes room?" he looked over at Spike. "Never mind. I probably don't want to know."

"Nothing happened Jet!" Jet gave Spike a stare that clearly said 'yeah right'. Faye limped over to the couch and sat down next to Spike.

"So, Spike, have you decided yet?" she asked. Jet looked up from what he was reading, coughed, and went into the kitchen. Spike lowered his head and looked at the ground. Faye asked again.

"You have decided, right?"

"I don't know." they stayed silent for a few moments, and Spike broke the ice. "We should probably change the bandage so you don't get an infection." Spike got the first aid kit from his room, and sat back down. Faye rested her back against the arm of the couch, and placed her left foot on Spikes leg. He repeated the procedure from the previous night, and bandaged the whole foot over again.

"Thanks." Faye moved her foot, and Spike stood up. He walked to his room without a word, and locked the door behind him.

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A/N Part 2: Well, that was chapter 2, and I hope ya'll liked. This was written in an extremely short time, like two weeks, so it kinda sucks. Theres one more chapter. Sorry it's really short, but I never was a good writer. Anyway, please Review, and thanks for taking time to actually read my crappy work. ^_^!