Look, it's more! Thanks red-tenko! Thank you for reviewing again faye-faye14! squish Woo! Thank you so much Shikhee! Don't expect too much of me, Moonwhisper. Thank you! Thanks, redeve! I'm glad you thought that the ending was Faye-like. I try to end each chapter in a semi-interesting way.

All the reviews made my day! I'm so glad this story seems to be not bad and be interesting and entertaining! I'm trying really hard to do well at my first really serious fic, so I'm so glad everyone seems to approve.

I'm not very happy with this chapter. It started off in an odd way, but eventually went where I wanted it sorta. Things should get going a bit more in the coming chapters.

I'm sick and coughing up bits of lung here and there, but school is out! Woot! In fact I'm vacationing right now at Myrtle Beach (the water is great, come on in)!

So if I don't start back up on the one chapter a week thing, you have permission to beat me with a stick.

Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop.

Thoughts are in italics.

Chapter Three:

Early

Spike sat up out of bed and scratched his scalp. He stood and stretched. As he moved down towards the kitchen area his hand moved, not unlike an ape, and scratched his ribs. He walked up the short flight of stairs and peeked just around the corner to see if someone was in the kitchen. He didn't feel like being in contact with any humans just yet.

And there Faye was liberally spooning sugar into her coffee mug, stirring and staring thoughtfully into its black saccharine depths. He grimaced, "I don't understand how you can drink your coffee that way," he frowned at himself for not keeping quiet. If he could have stayed quiet he could have waited a couple minutes and had his coffee in peace. But no. He sighed slightly as she looked up at him and frowned back.

"The spoon stands straight up in your coffee," she said flatly. She reached to the side and plopped the coffee pot down in front of him. She turned around to rummage through the space under the counter.

Spike's eyes flicked from Faye's yellow starred behind to her coffee cup which he spun and lifted to his nose to sniff. "Did you get those from Ed?" he asked her as he contemplated taking a sip. He wasn't quite sure. A cup of coffee was very personal. It was someone else's. It also said a lot about a person. She sighed heavily and said, "Yes, all of my clothes are washing," her head still under the counter, "Damn. Where'd it go?" she asked herself.

Spike pursed his lips not took a quick sip, "Shit." he gasped, his tongue escaping his mouth comically. Ew!! Spike shuddered.

"Hey!" Faye exclaimed as she stood up with a mug for Spike and caught him with his tongue out and her mug in his hand. "Now it's contaminated," she pouted, taking her mug back. Spike smirked slightly and poured coffee into his cup and took a gulp. When he opened his eyes and lowered the mug, he caught Faye watching him discreetly as she sipped her coffee.

He sighed inwardly, and looked down at his coffee. "What, no thank you?" Faye asked, as Spike turned and walked down into the common room.

"Thanks," he called up to her.

She sighed as she watched him sit and empty his cup. He'd want more, then realize how far from the kitchen he was, and be too lazy to get more, and go back to sleep. Faye hopped up on the counter, poured herself a little more coffee, and added more sugar. She absently placed the pot back in the unit so it would stay hot. When she was finished she craned her head around to look at Spike sleeping on the couch with his empty mug on this chest. She contemplated hopping off the counter, bringing the pot with her, and refilling his mug.

She wanted to. Because she liked him or because she wanted to be helpful, she didn't know.

Spike wanted her to bring him some more coffee. He heard her butt make a squeaky noise she twisted around on the smooth countertop to look at him. He stayed still pretending to sleep. He could almost head the gears turning in her head.

She frowned and got off the counter. She decided not to bring him a re-fill. She made sure the coffee maker would stay hot for a while longer in case he wanted more enough to get up for it..

They weren't ready for that.

NFA: Well, I hope this one didn't suck big hairy elephant feet.

Join me again in 1,200 miles for the next installment of …this story, which I might change the name of! PLEASE REVIEW!