Thanks, Bridgidforest! I really enjoy trying to write things like that. I'm glad you enjoyed it.  Pimpin Satan, I guess you'll just have to wait and see wont you? :)  Thank you, authenticpoppy. That was exactly the kick in the pants I needed to get on track about this thing. Thank you mucho!Lol, thanks for your support Cowgirl13. I always know I can depend on you!     Wow, thanks, Captain Scarlet penguin keeper! I like your penname by the way. :)  Thank you, Nis-chan!   Rashaka. I :heart: you too! glomp Thank you!  Thanks so much, kenzier!!

I was so warm and squishy after I saw all of your comments. :) They all helped me to get back on track with this story. I know exactly how this is going, so I can try and work on making it better now.

Edited all of the chapters so far again. It's probably kinda sad I edit them all the time but its better than never doing it more than just the few times I do before I put it up because we know how well that works.

Um…

I've never had a beta before…does someone…wanna maybe help me?

Anyways! On with the chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop.

Thoughts are in italics.

Chapter Five:

Rising

She wasn't getting worked up about this.

She wasn't even thinking about him.

Five minutes earlier Faye had been sitting on the couch filing her nails and watching TV. With Spike.

Actually, she had wanted to watch Spike, but had deemed herself above it. He wasn't so handsome that she needed to be staring at him constantly.

Faye let herself fall backwards into her bed and lay there in darkness.

That was something that unnerved her about space. It could technically be 'daytime' according to the ship's clock, but it always seemed so dark. In space, and in the ship. Especially being so far from the sun as they were now. Although it didn't help that she never turned on her light.

Dark like my heart, she thought, and then laughed softly to herself. Damn, I'm so dramatic. Faye smiled wryly to herself.

Gently rubbing a crease in her sheets between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand Faye wondered if her…crush would ever go away. How was one to really know that sort of thing? She wondered if the wrinkled raisin feeling in her chest would ever lessen. Absently her thoughts turned from herself to the sheet between her fingers. Faye remembered how the sheets on her bed at home had felt. The sheets on this bed felt less…real. They felt more synthetic. Like they weren't made of cotton or linen or anything at all. Probably plastic, Faye mused. Fake.

She really wanted to stop analyzing their relationship. Or lack thereof because it wasn't going anywhere. Going absolutely nowhere on a ship cruising through space. She wanted to stop this one-sided affair, and become involved in something profitable, at the very least, to herself. This crush wasn't doing anything for anybody.

Faye wanted out of this rut. She wanted to be out and about, scamming people and gambling, she wanted to be confident, walking the streets and commanding the attention of all, instead of trying and failing miserably to get the attention of one man.

How wrong she was.

Spike paced idly outside of Faye's door. This was not the type of thing he did. Usually he just knew. This time only Faye knew.

While Spike paced outside Faye's door, uncertain of what to do, Faye was putting on her boots and tying her red sweater.   She stood and stretched her arms above her head. She was going to go out and have a good time. She was determined. Checking her gun before putting it away in the folds of her sweater, Faye climbed up onto her small nightstand (actually a small rickety table), and began delicately unscrewing the pre-loosened screws in the four corners of the vent in the ceiling with her thumbnail.

Just as the last screw dropped into her palm Faye's door opened and she jerked in surprise. Her hand slipped off the vent cover and it bounced off her left arm as she toppled sideways off the stand and onto her bed.

A roll of woolongs fell out of the hole in the ceiling and bounced off Faye's calf, scattering woolongs and a cashcard on to the bed and floor.

Spike blinked. "Faye, are you ok?"

NFA: Oki doki, folks. I feel pretty alright about this chapter and I hope you liked it. :) Later Kiddies!

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