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Sorry this took so long. I am so busy doing exams for my final year, and I have to leave high school!

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Faye's Story

She walked into the bebop to see Jet, Ed and Spike looking up some information on the computer. She decided to say something since nobody noticed her arrival. "I'm back," she shouted rather softly.

Finally noticing her arrival, Jet stood and shut the laptop… on Spike's fingers.

"Dammit!" Spike shouted. "What is wrong with you?"

"Faye's here," Jet answered.

"Oh! Hey Faye!" he said smiling. "How was your day today?"

"I decided to stay by myself today. I went shopping… and with C.J."

Spike's smiled faded. That name was giving him the creeps. Faye noticed it and continued. "It wasn't most fun anyway. So how was your day?"

"Nothing much," Jet answered.

"Any crooks, murderers or drug dealers yet?"

Jet looked at Spike, whom glanced at him back. "No," Spike answered. "Not yet."

"Ok then," Faye answered. "I also bought some Chinese food with chicken. You guys should gobble up. I have already eaten." She walked into her room.

Jet glanced at Spike. "Why didn't you tell her?"

Spike stared at his rice. "I didn't want to hurt her feelings, I guess."

Faye sat on her bed. She sighed and brought out the things she bought.

2 Lingeries.

She bought one for herself, and C.J bought for her. She bought purple, which was one of her favorite colors. C.J bought ruby red, red similar with blood.

"Baby you should wear this the next time we meet," he said, murmuring near her neck. Not only his breath, but also his voice was irritating her.

"It looks a little bit hoe- ish," she replied. He smiled.

"But…don't you want the first to be special?"

She gulped. She didn't want to sleep with him at all. She would be a common slut if she does. Anyway she doesn't trust him. He behaves somehow.

"The first should be special. That why we need more time." She rubbed his chest, "More time means more pleasure…"

C.J smiled again. "Whatever you say snuckums," he said and kissed him on the cheek.

They left the store, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. They entered the white car (or machine, anyone you can call it. Remember, they live in space). That's when C.J decided to become personal.

"What does Spike work as?" he asked.

"Spike doesn't have much of a job."

"So what does he do?"

"He is…" she paused. She couldn't tell him. "A man that lays at home."

He cocked his eyebrow. "That's all? He looks more of a hard working… and a bit nosy man. Are you sure he is not working for police?"

"Are you trying to tell me that I am a liar?"

There was silence. "No," he answered. "Not at all."

The vehicle stopped. "You're home," he said and grabbed her for a kiss. "See you later," he said.

She climbed off the car without saying goodbye. She stood in shame, feeling like a complete slut.

She walked into the bathroom for a shower. Water rushed on her bare body. Let the dirt wash away, she thought, let all this pain wash away. Which man has ever cared for her? They all like her because of her body. All, except for one.

Spike.

He was the only one that knew her one of real talents- writing. He once spied on one of her writings. "I never knew you had talent in writing," he told her, "If you continue, maybe I will expand my language skills."

That was one of my first encouragements from a man since… since.

Oh, she feels much better if he was around her than C.J. But Spike doesn't care for her. He mocks her all the time.

She felt tears roll down her cheeks. If Spike truly cared for her then she wouldn't really wind up in such a mess she was in now. Maybe it's because of Julia. She was the only man that took care of Spike's heart until she crumbled it. She's dead now. Can't his heart be formed again?

No, impossible. He takes his job seriously as if there is no tomorrow. He doesn't have time for love. No time…. for her.

She switched off the shower. Money or no money, C.J wasn't for her. And Spike…

She giggled. Is she that desperate?

Wrapped in her towel, she left the bathroom. She walked along the corridor to her room.

"Faye."

She turned around to see Spike lying on the couch. "What is it?" she asked.

He smirked. "Goodnight."

She smiled. "Goodnight.

She entered her room. She dressed into her silk purple nightgown. She lay down on the bed and smiled. 'He told me goodnight.'

The next day, Faye decided to see C.J, maybe for the last time.

She was welcomed into the Living room, where she met C.J. But there was something strange about him. "Faye, for how much I love you, I have to tell you that our date is officially off."

Faye, feeling surprised, asked why. C.J smirked. "How can I date a girl who is a bounty hunter?"

She felt her heart skip. "What's wrong with bounty hunters?"

"Nothing, especially you. But many men are out for me and you, as a beautiful bounty girl, I cannot let chances pass, can I?"

Faye reached for her pocket for her gun. She felt her heart stop as she felt the pockets where her gun is meant to be. She thought for the next best plan… run.

"I guess our relationship is over," she said as she stood up and carried her bag. "So, goodbye." But as she stood up, two heavy men blocked her and held her by both arms. C.J walked towards her. "We cannot have a proper departure without somebody seeing it, you know…"

Meanwhile Spike was in his home relaxing. He heard a rapid knock on the door. As he went towards the door, nobody was there except a letter addressed to him. The time he went back to the living room he saw Jet.

"Money?" he asked.

"It looks like a letter," Spike answered as he opened the letter.

There was silence. Then he crumbled the letter and ran towards his room. Jet noticed this sudden movement. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Bad news?"

"More than bad," Spike answered as he ran towards the door with his gun. "If you don't see me within one hour, come for me, for the sake of Faye."

"But…"

Too late. He went to see the letter in which Spike crumbled.

'If you ever want to see beautiful Faye Valentine again…'

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