A/N: Sorry about the long delay guys but writers block can really be a bitch.

Session #3

A DEATH IN THE FAMILY

"Shit" Jet cursed as he over clipped a branch off one of his bonsai's

He let out a tired sigh, placed the clippers down on the table, and looked at the injured little tree.

"Maybe I should just give it up" He said to himself "How the heck did I get into doing these things anyway?"

Suddenly his communicator sounded.

Quickly and without even taking a look at the seen he grabbed hold of it.

"Faye?!" He shouted in a panicked voice.

"No Jet" The voice of an old friend answered.

"Bob?" Jet said finally looking at the screen.

Bob's face was a wash of sadness and pity.

"Jet. Urr" Bob stuttered slightly as he took his eyes away from the screen. "I think you should come down here"

Jet sighed sadly "He's dead isn't he?"

Bob quickly glanced back at the screen and shook his head. "Look. Just get your ass down to the hospital okay."

Bob then hung up leaving Jet looking at a blank screen.

"Stupid kid's" He growled as he though of what mess Faye and Spike had got themselves into now.

Sighing once again and shaking his head he rang for taxi to come a pick him up.

The trip to the hospital was a fast one and in no time at all Jet found himself limping towards its glass doors. His gut tightening with each and every step.

Something bad had happened, he could feel it.

Jet entered through the glass doors to find Bob waiting for him.

"Hey" Bob sighed with pity still plastered on his face.

Jet kept his stern "Alright...give it to me straight. What happened?"

Bob gestured for Jet to follow him down a nearby corridor until they got to a plain looking door.

Jet entered to find his best friend lying unconscious in a bed hooked up to an array of electronic gadgets and gizmos.

Jet froze on the spot just staring at his injured comrade. If it weren't for the beeping of the heart monitor indicating Spike's heart rate Jet would have no doubt thought he was dead.

"He's a very lucky man. If the hospital didn't get the call when they did he wouldn't be here." Bob sighed sadly and then continued "...Although I can't say the same for the girl"

Jet's eyes grew wide as he looked directly at Bob. "You mean Faye?"

Bob nodded "She's gone Jet. I'm sorry"

Jet felt as thou he'd been stabbed in the gut.

"When they found her" Bob continued "She was clinging onto Spike. They say the medic's had to literally prise her off him...it seems she used herself as a human shield to protect him from a hale storm of bullets."

Jet let out a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding and looked down at his feet.

"Do you need me to ID her?" Jet asked sadly.

Bob shook his head. "It won't be necessary. Her ex-boyfriend Whitney gave a positive ID.

"Whitney? When the hell did he get out?"

Bob shrugged "Couldn't tell ya...maybe got bail or something. But in any case he confirmed that the body is Faye's and so the coroners have taken her away. You won't be able to see her."

Jet nodded "That's fine with me. I don't think I could face seeing her like that anyway."

Bob nodded back and gave Jet a light pat on the shoulder. "I'm sorry for your loss...And I hope the kid pull's through."

And with that Bob walked out of the room leaving Jet alone with the only comrade he had left.

Jet closed his eyes and let out yet another long sigh.

He felt so guilty.

He'd let her run to her death.

It was all his fault.

He could have stopped her, Damn it he should have stopped even if it did mean Spike would die.

Jet took another look at his comrade and shook his head.

"Boy are you gonna be pissed when you wake up" Jet said aloud as he walked over to chair in the corner of the room and sat down.

He lent back against the head rest and looked up at the ceiling.

"Damn it Faye" He whispered clenching his fists in an attempt to hold back the hot tears that were slowly forming but it was no good, the grief was just to much for him to handle. And for the first time in god knows how many years Jet Black cried.

Meanwhile somewhere in space aboard the Red dragon's ship

Vicious looked up at the dark haired angel floating in a glass tank as doctors worked on monitors close by.

She clearly was beautiful he noted. Even more so than Julia.

He walked closer and placed a hand against the glass as his eyes looked over the naked woman before him.

Even the bullet wounds that peppered her body didn't fault her beauty.

She'll make a fitting replacement.

"What's her condition?" Vicious asked aloud to one of the doctors.

"She's suffering slight brain damage from where the bullet struck her skull. Luckily it's not too serious. It should only cause a loss of memory nothing life threatening"

Vicious moved his hand along the glass tracing Faye's perfect features and maniacal smile appeared upon his face.

"Bring her to my room once you're done here. I want to be the first person she lays eyes on"

"As you wish sir"

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NEXT TIME:

Session #4

A VICIOUS LIE.

Stay tuned guys.

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