Author Notes: Ok, I know F/J isn't the 'normal' pairing you see in Cowboy Bebop stories, but don't post stupid reviews about how you don't agree. Everyone makes Jet out to be this old man, but he's only 30 something years old. Yes, he's bald, but that doesn't make him old.

This is chapter 10! The final chapter in the story! I had a really hard time writing the ending for this story, since I wanted it to be believable, so I really hope you like it and I hope you aren't disappointed. Peace.

Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop, or any of the characters. Therefore, I remain poor and unemployed.

Lost and Found

Chapter 10: Home

Having to fly Faye to the hospital was the most nerve-racking thing that Jet had ever done. The shock that Jacob had given him was incredible, but seeing as Faye was bleeding to death on the floor of his ship, Jet didn't have time to sort that matter out.

Faye had been shot directly in the stomach, according to the doctor that had operated on her, but because Jet had managed to get her there so quickly, they managed to close her up before she lost too much blood and died. This was a very big relief to Jet, having just barely gotten over the death of Spike, so Jet returned to the other matter at hand, which was the fact that Jacob had shot and killed a grown man.

At first, Jacob would just cry. He kept repeating endlessly how he was a 'very bad boy', and that he shouldn't be allowed to be a cowboy because you weren't suppose to kill the people you were going after. After a while, though, he realized that he had done something very brave. The kid had managed to save all their lives, in the long run, so eventually Jet convinced him that he had done something very good. Jet didn't lie to him, of course, because the kid had done something very good. If Jacob hadn't killed him then Jet would have done it anyway. The man was trying to murder them, so they had to murder him first.

"What's that proverb Faye always says?" thought Jet aloud, lifting Jacob onto his shoulders, "Oh yeah- 'The first rule of combat is: Shoot them before they shoot you.'"

After seven weeks of recuperating in the hospital, Faye was finally able to go home. Jet went to pick her up, leaving Jacob with one of his old ISSP buddies ("You need me to do what?!" he had said), and quickly strolled towards the hospital, picking up some flowers for her on the way.

Jet entered the hospital, signing in and heading towards Faye's room, and knocked on the door of room 223, smiling weakly as Faye opened the door.

"Ready to go?" said Jet, handing her the flowers.

"I've been ready to leave since I got here." Faye sighed, walking slowly towards her half packed suit case.

Jet looked around the room, waiting for Faye to finish packing, and smiled as he saw the 'Get Well' card that Jacob had made for her. He took it off the dresser, laughing at the badly drawn picture of Faye, and put it into her suitcase, pointing at it as she turned around to see what Jet had been laughing about. Faye looked at it and smiled, picking it up to read it, and grabbed Jet's flowers from the bed top, smelling them and packing them away in her bag.

"You know Faye," grinned Jet, leaning against the door, "I still can't get over that trick you pulled on Theodore. You totally saved our asses, you know."

Faye smiled weakly at this, wincing in pain as she moved around the room, and began to put on her shoes, leaning down with great difficulty to zipper up her heel-boots.

"You know, Jet…" Faye sighed, abandoning the effort to get on her other shoe, "I thought I got over Spike a while ago… but after I did that thing with Theodore…I realized… maybe I never really did?"

Spike stared at her questionably, noticing how sad her eyes looked at the moment, then suddenly came to a realization, moving forward so he could stand himself in front of her.

"You liked him, didn't you?" Jet smiled, feeling unexplainably disappointed.

"Yeah… a little…" Faye admitted, finally getting on her other shoe.

"Maybe in another life?" Jet joked, trying to change the expression on her face.

"Just not in this one." Faye smiled weakly, slowly standing up.

With that, Faye began collecting her things again. Jet shrugged it off, figuring she probably felt better now that she had that off her chest, and watched Faye silently, thinking fleetingly of how tired and sick she was looking at the moment. Obviously, being shot in the stomach was not something to be taken lightly, but thanks to the advancements in surgeries and medicine, Faye was able to get on her feet a lot quicker then Jet had anticipated.

It had been strange being alone on the Bebop, having to wait 7 weeks for Faye to get out of the hospital. Jet had Jacob to look after, of course, having decided to let him stay on the Bebop forever, but Jacob wasn't the same as having Faye. There just seemed to be a heavier air when she wasn't around to annoy him.

"You missed her, stupid." said a voice in Jet's head, making Jet feel incredibly dumb, "Yeah, I did." he admitted to himself, watching Faye shove the last of her stuff into her bag.

"Hey, Jet…" Faye mumbled, not turning around to face him.

"Huh?" said Jet, getting slapped back into reality.

"Thank… Thank you." she said, letting out a sigh.

"Thank you?" repeated Jet, scratching his forehead thoughtfully, "Thank you for what?"

Faye turned around, her expression being softer then Jet had ever seen it, and she walked over towards Jet, stopping as she reached the dresser so she could stand right in front of him.

"Everything, you dumb ass." she said, poking him in the chest. "You gave me a second chance, you know… I don't even think I deserved it…"

Jet recalled his conversation with Faye the day after they had found Spike at the cathedral. He remembered how Faye had asked if she were allowed to stay, and Jet had given her permission to remain on the Bebop. They had made a deal, and shaken hands, and silently taken an oath of friendship. It had been a few chaotic weeks, Jet had to admit, but he couldn't think of having done it any other way. He would have never been able to recover from Spike if it hadn't been for Faye keeping him distracted. Jet didn't want to admit it, but he was growing rather attached to her as of late.

"Honestly…" Jet smiled, patting her on the shoulder, "I'm really glad I did."

Faye turned pink at this, looking up with confusion in her eyes, and Jet smiled bashfully at her, feeling like he was under interrogation.

"What... Why?" Faye asked, sounding somewhat scared.

"Well… uh…" Jet thought, racking his brain for answers, "I guess… It would have been pretty boring if I hadn't let you stay."

Faye simply laughed at this, causing Jet to feel rather stupid, and she took a step forward, still laughing slightly as she gave him a little hug.

Jet felt electricity run threw his body. He felt somewhat nervous, not being use to getting hugged by women that often, and felt his heartbeat rise, looking down at Faye with a face full of confusion.

Jet felt a new feeling though, as he looked down at her, something he hadn't felt in a very long time. He felt like he was accepted… he felt like he belonged… He had always felt somewhat out of place, in his ISSP days and also in bounty hunting, but he had always remembered the way he felt about his old girlfriend. All he needed was for her to be there when he got home, and all the stuff that bothered him would simply melt and wash away.

Jet suddenly realized he felt the same way about Faye. As long as Faye was there, and as long as she was with him on the Bebop, Jet didn't need anything else to look forward to. Sure, she was certainly not the way his old girlfriend had been, but that was something that Jet sort of liked about her. Not the fact that she was loud, rude, and brutally honest, but the fact that she could be that way without regretting anything she ever did. Faye wasn't a follower, and she wasn't a leader. She was a pain in the ass, and a loner in mind… A loner to a certain extent.

"Faye…" Jet sighed, finally hugging her back, "Your home is on the Bebop… not anywhere else…"

Faye just simply smiled at this, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. As she moved away, Jet pulled her back and kissed her on the lips. Faye did nothing at first, probably trying to process what was happening to her face, but after a second she finally gave in, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back. Jet felt as though he could never feel happier. He melted inside as she moved her lips away. She buried her face into his chest, squeezing him tighter as he kissed her on the head, and let out a grumble about how he smelled like cigarettes, making Jet huff and causing her to laugh.

So, all in all, Jet lost a good partner. He had lost his best friend, and had lost a sense of happiness. But in the end, Jet found something else. He found a meaning that had been there all along. A meaning to live for, and a meaning to wake up with. A meaning to make him smile, and a meaning to make him buy aspirin. It had always been there in front of him, but he had just never seen it before. As bad as Spike's death was, it had managed to bring something good in the long run. It was something that was always there, and something he had trouble finding, but in the end, he had managed to get it. He couldn't ask for anything more.

"So, where are we going next?" asked Jacob, running ahead of the pair. "Are we gonna' go bounty hunting, or are we gonna' do something else?"

Faye let go of Jet's arm, lifting Jacob up onto her shoulders effortlessly, and stopped to look out over the park's ocean overview, smiling at Jet as he stood there beside her.

"Well, right now…" said Faye, turning to walk away, "I just want to go back to the Bebop and take a nap."

Jet walked beside her, ruffling Jacob's hair, and stopped to look behind him, staring at the ocean and letting out a sigh.

"Yeah," said Jet, scratching the top of his head, "Lets just go home."

Well, that's the end of Chapter 10, and also the story! Leave reviews! Spanks!