Author's Notes: Weewoo, I don't own Cowboy Bebop :(

Faye turned around and looked at Spike who was still leaning onto the door for support.

"So I guess the stitches were bothering you after all?" Faye said as she made her way to him.

"Heh, yeah I guess you could say so." Spike said and looked up at her.

Slowly Faye tried to help Spike up to his feet, and actually was able to support for a few seconds. Spike sighed and tried to balance himself, "Call Jet and ask him if he could come pick us up because I really doubt I will be able to walk." Spike said slowly.

Faye nodded and pulled out her communicator and called for Jet.

"Hey Jet could you come pick us up?" Faye asked.

"Which one of you two got hurt this time?" Jet asked as he began to get up and head for his ship.

"Who do you think?" Faye said sarcastically.

"That lunkhead, I'll be there in a few." Jet said and turned off his communicator as he jumped into his ship. Jet shook his head in disappointment as he shut his hatch.

"You think they could just for once be careful, but no. They have to go be all stupid and try to save the day right then and there," Jet complained the whole way to the roof of the apartment, unfortunately Faye hadn't told him which apartment. So he scanned the tops of them until spotting a bright yellow figure and another lanky looking figure as well.

Jet slowly swooped down onto the roof and climbed out of the his seat.

"Yo." was all that Spike said.

"Yeah, yo to you too." Jet said as he walked over to them.

"Well I can't fit both of you in there, so one of you lazy bums have to walk." Jet said as he looked over both of the figures.

"Here take him," Faye said as she slowly brought Spike up to his feet once again. Jet walked over to Spike and let him lean on him.

"That's very nice of you Faye," Spike said sarcastically and winked at her.

"Yeah yeah," was all that she said as she began to head down the stairs.

Jet placed Spike next to him in cockpit and then took off, "So what happened?" Jet asked as he lifted off.

"My stitches probably reopened, Faye was the one who actually fought Sylvia." Spike said as he gazed out the window toward the ground searching for Faye's yellow outfit.

Jet looked over at his friend and watched as his eyes were directed toward the ground, 'Probably looking for her.' He thought to himself and then smiled shaking his head.

Faye slowly made her way down the steps and was counting each and every one of them. When she finally reached the last step she was on number 257. Slowly she walked out of the apartment into the busy sidewalks.

She didn't really understand why these streets were so busy, it's not like any of them seemed like they were going anywhere. Just walking up and down the sidewalks all day like a bunch of brain dead people.

She made her way through the crowd, occasionally bumping into some people and mumbling an apology here and there. Finally making it through the hustle and bustle of the crowds she spotted the Bebop and Jet's ship sitting neatly out on the hangar.

She began to pick up her pace, it turned into a slow jog, picking up to be a run and then finally it felt like she was sprinting for the Bebop. She didn't have a clue why she was running to it, it's not like it was going to leave or anything she just felt the need to be there.

Running down the dock you could hear the clicking of her heels as it hit the wood. She ran up to the Bebop's door and then stopped staring at it as her chest went up and down. Slowly she opened it and walked in, walking toward the living area of the Bebop she noticed Ed sitting in her original spot but Ein was surprisingly not next to her at the moment.

Faye then saw some bushy green hair sticking out the end of the couch's side. She walked around and saw Spike laying there with his eyes shut and his arm over his forehead.

She brought her head down toward his and hovered over his face for awhile. She could feel his hot breath on her face as he breathed through his nose.

"What are you doing Faye?" Spike asked with his eyes still closed.

Faye quickly moved away from his face and put her hands on her hips, "Just seeing if you were alive." Faye said as she tapped her heel.

Spike cracked one eye open and looked up at her, "You look like crap." He said and then shut his eye again.

Faye's eyes went wide, "Excuse me? I look like crap? You look like crap, why don't you stitch yourself back up Gorgio?" Faye said angrily as she began to walk away to the bathroom.

"No, that's why I have you." Spike said calmly.

Faye eyed him from the bathroom and then slammed the door shut.

"That's why I have you," Faye said mockingly.

"Stupid bastard has another thing coming if he thinks I am going to stitch his ass up again," Faye said as she turned the water on and began to fill the tub up.

'You know you will,' she thought to herself.

"I know." Faye said in defeat as she stripped herself of her clothing and ran a hand through the water to see if it was too hot or too cold.

Surprisingly it was neither, almost perfect. Slowly she stepped into the tub and sat there for a moment and then went under water. When she came back up she wiped her eyes.

Grabbing the wash cloth she wiped her eyes of all the remaining makeup. Sighing she laid her head on the rim of the tub.

She wished she could just stay in here all day long, but sooner or later the water would get cold. And Spike would be bitching about his stitches. She rolled her eyes and then began washing her hair and such.

Spike laid on the couch for what seemed like years. He waited for Faye to come back so she could re-stitch him up. And then the bathroom door opened up and a half naked Faye walked out and then headed into her room to change.

Spike turned his head and caught the door shutting. Sighing he turned back around and watched as Ed typed away on her computer. Ein walked in from the kitchen and trotted his way toward Ed and then sat down next to her. Ed patted him on the head with one of her hands as the other one continued to type away.

Spike heard the sound of Faye's door reopening, he turned his head around and saw Faye walking towards him with the 'stitching equipment'.

He looked over her, her hair was wet and hanging freely around her face. Usually it was up in a towel or something. And when she looked up to meet his eyes he noticed she did not have any makeup on as well. Usually that's why she goes into her room after showering or whatever, to put makeup on.

But it didn't really bother him, he liked her better this way anyways.