Authors Notes: I do not own CB, and I'm sorry if Faye seems a little emotional/soft in this chapter. I know it's kind of out of character but whatever.

Spikes eyes landed upon the Bebop. His facial expressions were serious and stern but inside of him he felt something lift off his shoulders. It was relief, and that weight he had been carrying since he had "died". Faye watched from a distance as Spike slowly walked toward the Bebop, anger swelled up inside of her as she watched him walk into the Bebop and probably into her life once again with no guarantees that he'd stay. She headed for the Bebop as well.

Spike walked in and took a look around, 'Everything seems to be the same..' he thought to himself as he walked towards his room. Opening the door he found his room to be the way it had been the day he left. Slowly he closed the door and walked into the kitchen heading for the refrigerator. Opening the door he found nothing but old leftovers that seemed to smell a tad odd. Hearing someone's deep cough, Spike looked over the top of the kitchen door and found Jet leaning against the door frame.

"I thought you died," Jet said not even looking at Spike.

"So did I," Spike said as he shut the refrigerator door.

"Do really think I am going to just let you back on the ship? Do you know how much we've went through since you just got up and left?" Jet said calmly, but his voice raised as he carried on.

Spike didn't know what to say, either that or he had nothing to say. He didn't have the slightest clue what they went through when he left, but he knew he had caused pain. Pain to Faye that's for sure, and maybe Jet as well.

"I'm not asking for a place on this ship if I am not welcomed." Spike said as he walked past Jet and headed for the exit. But when he had reached it someone was leaning in the doorway. 'Faye....' Spike's mind said.

"Leaving so soon?" Faye stated simply while her head bent down some so her hair covered her face.

"No reason for me to stay here if I'm not welcomed, right?" Spike answered her and looked her over. She had changed, she seemed to be skinnier. She still wore her yellow suit with her red jacket, but it was slung over her shoulder as she leaned on the doorframe. Her hair was not held back in that annoying yellow headband anymore, so her hair could flow around her face. But right now he wanted to just move it away from her face, so he could see her eyes. See if she was still hurting, if she was angry, sad, happy anything.

As if on cue Faye lifted her head and looked into Spike's different colored eyes. Spike went into shock but quickly covered it back up with coolness. Her eyes, they ....they weren't how he remembered them the last time. These eyes were full of pain, sadness, and anger. They weren't vibrant green anymore, they seemed to have dulled over the past months.

Faye didn't know what to say, she didn't know how to react. Spike was standing there staring at her as if he had seen a ghost. When it was suppose to be her surprised to see him alive and well. And she could've sworn for a split second she had seen a the look of utter shock on his face, but as quick as she saw it, it had disappeared.

Jet sensed the tension in the room, he could cut it with a knife if he really wanted to. So he made up his mind in a flash of a second. "You can stay, if you'd like." Jet's voice boomed through the area.

Spike tore his eyes away from Faye to turn around to Jet, "I'd appreciate it." Spike said gratefully.

"Yeah, yeah..." Jet said as he shook his head.

Suddenly a door slammed shut. Both of them looked in the direction of Faye's room, and heard what seemed like soft whimpers coming from the room.