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Chapter 2:

Spike stood frozen in place as he watched Faye run out of sight. Sensing something was wrong, Han cleared his throat. "You know what Spike? I just realized I haven't eaten since this morning. I'll be back in a while, give you two a chance to talk. But if you're not here when I get back I'll understand. Your ships all set to go." He said as he wiped his greasy hands on a cloth and strolled away humming. As Faye disappeared out of sight Spike's gaze slid back to Jet, who had also not moved from his spot.

Not knowing what to say Spike blurted the first thing that came to mind. "Um, hi?" By the look on Jet's face he could tell that that had not been the right thing to say. "Hi?" Jet began slowly, "Hi? Four years now and the first fucking thing you say is hi?!" Spike winced at the volume of his voice. "Well what else do you want me to say?" he asked, beginning to get pissed off. "How bout, 'Hey Jet, sorry I haven't contacted you these past four years to let you know I'm alive', or 'Sorry Jet, I guess I should have told you I was ok after that massive fight I had with Vicious. As you can see I'm just fine.'?" Jet answered angrily.

A little taken back by his sudden outburst Spike was silent for moment. "Um, ok. Sorry I haven't contacte-" "I WAS BEING SARCASTIC!" Jet screamed angrily. After that all you could hear was the sound of Jet's heavy breathing. When he thought Jet had finally calmed down enough, Spike spoke up again. "I guess this is kinda a shock." At that Jet snorted. "Not kinda, is. What the hell is going on Spike? Where the hell have you been these last four years?" Jet demanded. Spike sighed. "Obviously I'm not dead." He muttered. Jet shot him a deadly glare. "Don't be a smartass with me right now, Spike. I don't have the patience for your sarcastic comments."

Spike sighed again before replying. "I've been around. Been doing a lot of traveling. Still bounty hunting to get by. Does that answer your question?" "Not even close but I'll leave it for now cuz I know you won't give me a straight answer right away." Jet sighed as he looked up at Spike. "You have no idea how this is gonna affect Faye." Spike just shrugged. "Sure I do. She'll rant and rave about what an asshole I am for not telling you guys that I'm alive and then she'll go sulk in her room for a few days." He said nonchalantly.

Jet shook his head. "You're wrong. A lot's changed since you've been gone, Spike. Faye's changed. She's not the same person anymore." "Yeah I guess you're right. Her shootings actually improved." He said as he pulled a half sat on cigarette out of his pocket and put it in his mouth. Jet's gaze sharpened. "How would you know about her shooting improving?" he asked slowly. Spike shrugged again and said casually, "I saw that bounty you guys caught earlier. I was in that bar right by where you had your little shootout with the bounty."

"Oh really?" Jet demanded. "I see. So you decided that it just wasn't a good time to let us know that you were actually alive?" "Something like that. It's not that big of a deal, Jet. I would've let you guys know eventually." "Oh, so four years wasn't fucking long enough?! Jesus Christ Spike! You were never going to let us know!" Jet roared. "Ok, maybe I wasn't." Spike said sheepishly. Jet snorted at his response. "Look Spike, what are you doing now? Do you have a place to stay? Or have u been sleeping in the Swordfish like I think you have been?" he said in an exasperated voice.

"You know me too well, Jet. I'm hoping that there's an invitation comin somewhere in this conversation soon." He said, his voice hopeful. Jet just rolled his eyes and said, "Get your crap and lets go." Spike grinned as he threw his jacket into the Swordfish II and climbed in. "Where's the Bebop?" "She's docked in at the Yamin docks. I'll meet you there in ten minutes." Jet said as he walked toward his Hammerhead. Spike nodded as he strapped himself in and started the Swordfish II's engines. When it didn't make a pathetic dying sound Spike sighed in relief. "Han, I owe you one buddy." He muttered as he took off.

He flew over the dilapidated part of Yamin City, various rundown buildings and bars flying by until he finally saw the docks. At the sight of the familiar old ship Spike felt a pang of nostalgia. He hadn't realized how much he had thought of the ship as home. With practiced ease, Spike pulled into the familiar hangar. A few minutes later Jet came pulling in along side him. As he climbed out Jet shot Spike a look that spoke a thousand words. "Spike, stay here while I talk to Faye. I don't want anymore trouble then I already have." He said as he walked into the main part of the ship. Spike just shrugged and leaned against the Swordfish II as he lit a crushed cigarette.

"Faye! God dammit Faye open the door!" Jet yelled as he pounded on Faye's door. He was met with silence. "I don't care if I break this door Faye! I'll just make you replace it!" Suddenly the door was quickly pulled open at the sound of the threat. Jet sighed in relief. He looked at the young woman who was the subject of his immense frustration at the moment. "What Jet?" she demanded in a tight voice, clearly trying to hold back more tears.

Jet's expression softened as he noticed the pained look on her face, the denial she was holding. "He's not a dream, Faye. He's real." He said softly. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she put her hand over her mouth and fell back against the doorframe in defeat. "No, no. He can't be real. Jet, I've got my life just how I want it now!" she cried, her voice desperate. "I know Faye, I know. You're gonna hate me even more with what I have to tell you next. I'm gonna let Spike back on the Bebop. He's waiting in the hangar while I talk to you."

If it were possible, Faye's eyes got wider. "No!" she said as the color drained from her face. "Jet no! That's not fair! He can't just come barging back into our lives! Not after what he's done! Please I'm begging you! You know I'm not just asking this for me." she said desperately. Jet put a hand on each of her shoulders and turned her to face him directly. "Faye, I know that you're not just doing this for yourself but don't you think he has a right to know?" Jet asked softly. Faye's eyes suddenly turned cold. "Right? Right, Jet? Are you seriously asking me that question? After what he did, you honestly think I have any sympathy for that man?" she asked, her voice suddenly angry.

Jet sighed as he let his arms fall to his side, clearly seeing that Faye was not going to give him her approval. "I'm sorry you feel that way but I'm not going to turn him away. I'll make sure that he stays away from you but I can't guarantee you're not going to run into him from time to time." Jet said in a soft yet stern voice. Faye just glared back at him, her eyes hard in anger. She opened her mouth to speak when the sound of footsteps were heard. They both looked up just as Spike rounded the corner.

"How long were you listening?" Faye demanded, her face in a dark scowl. "Long enough. I thought you were angry at me just because I didn't let you guys know I was alive but that's not it, is it Faye?" he said seriously. "I don't have to tell you anything, Spike. I'll tell you right now, leave. You're not wanted here." She spat. Seeing that this was turning into something he did not want to get involved in Jet quietly slipped away. "Look Faye, according to Jet I can stay here so I don't really care if I have your permission or not. But that's not what I want to know. Why are you so angry?" he asked, gaze intense.

"That's none of your god dammed business. You're the one who left. If you want answers they sure as hell aren't coming from me!" she said in an acidic voice as she turned to go back into her room. She was about to slam the door in his face when he quickly jabbed his foot in the doorway. She glared at Spike with blazing emerald eyes. "Why can't you just leave me the hell alone?! You've already ruined enough of my life!" she yelled angrily as she tried to shove the door shut despite the obvious obstacle.

"I'm not leaving until I get a fucking answer Faye." Spike said calmly. Faye's eyes blazed with anger. "You think you have the right to come back into our lives all of a sudden?! Who the hell do you think you are?! What, are we all supposed to bow down to you? I'm Spike Spiegel, woe is me! I've had such a fucking hard life, please pity me! Well guess what Spike?! You're not the only one in this fucking world whose life is fucked up! You pull the same old shit every time! And I'm just fucking sick of it?! It's gotten old and I'm tired of playing your stupid games! You can rot in hell for all I care but stay the hell out of my life!" Faye screamed.

The entire time Faye was ranting Spike was staring at her intently. He had never realized that she had been feeling this. He had known she'd be pissed when he came back all of a sudden from one of his little escapades but never this. He watched as Faye regained her breath, hair slightly askew, chest heaving. She suddenly looked tired, like she hadn't had enough rest in ages. "I still want an answer Faye." He said quietly. He slowly withdrew his foot from the door and silently begged her to tell him. He watched her, holding his breath, waiting for her answer. Tired green eyes that looked like all the life had gone out of them gazed back at him. He stood there, waiting....

Hmmmmm, wonder who or what Faye's tryin to protect?

Author's Note: So? What do you think? I tried to make the chapter a bit long, I kno the first was kinda short and unfortunately the third one is gonna be too. But, the third one doesn't go up until I get some reviews! So please please review!