What was he thinking storming into the Red Dragon Headquarters like that? Obviously there were going to be men trying to stop him from getting to Vicious, right? Why didn't he ask for back up!

Of course, when Jet told me he was at the Red Dragon Headquarters, I didn't think twice. No, my only worry was to get there as fast as possible to help him.

It finally occurred to me what he had done in his past. He was an ex-syndicate member. That was the reason why he was so good at bounty hunting. The only reason why I was better than the average bounty hunter was because of my excessive running. Running helps sharpen a lot of talent you didn't think you ever had.

It was morning when I finally landed Jet's Hammerhead in front of the building. If it weren't for my bad luck, I'm sure I would have gotten there sooner. And they used to call me 'Poker Alice', the luckiest woman I've ever heard of.

I was stopped five times by the police. I wasn't speeding, they were checking for a suspicious woman who was known to be carrying bombs on her. Apparently she wanted to blow up a city on Mars. Why did the police decide to do their job now, of all times! Most of the time, they'd just put it out on Big Shot and leave it to us bounty hunters. But, the show had ended.

I was surprised that it had ended, it seemed to signify the end of what was becoming my new life. I suppose I was never meant to live a happy life, you know? Maybe my stories of me being a Romani, a wandering gypsy who was empty weren't lies. Maybe they were the truth.

As she ran up to the building of the Red Dragon Headquarters, Faye's heart was beating faster than usual. It was beating even faster than when she had met Vicious for the first time.

She thought she was too late. One thing was on her mind, and she shouted it over and over again when she burst open those big syndicate doors. There she saw him, laying on the steps. Nobody stopped her, in fact they were watching with puzzled expressions. It seemed with no leader, they didn't know what to do with themselves. They lived on orders.

Tears were streaming down her face as she ran over to him. Gently, she picked up his head, and tried to straighten his unruly hair. "...ugh...Julia?" he whispered.

A tinge of jealousy swept through her. After all that had happened, he seemed to be wanting to escape to the one place where he could be with his beloved. "No, you idiot..." Faye whispered quietly. It was difficult to say even that due to her crying.

"Faye...why are..." he coughed. A sputter of blood came out. All hope for him was soon extinguished when she saw the dark red liquid emitting from his mouth.

"Shh...don't talk. Everything's going to be fine." She tried to persuade not only him, but herself as well. Sadness was welling up in her throat, and she didn't think she'd be able to be strong for the both of them. It seemed like an eternity past when Jet finally walked in through the open doors, limping.

Seeing the two there, with Faye trying to console Spike, and Spike fighting to live, or maybe he was fighting to die. A bittersweet sadness filled his heart, and he knew if Spike died there, Faye would soon follow out of grief and his little family would be no more. He'd be left all alone in this vast solar system of theirs, with nothing to gain and nothing to lose.

"What are you guys doing just gawking there and watching! Help her get him into my ship!" he barked at the confused men standing around. They didn't skip a beat listening to his orders. In fact, the orders seemed to give them back a little life. "Be gentle with him!"

He watched as the fumbling group of men tried to be as gentle as they could to carry Spike back into the Bebop.

Faye followed tearfully. She conducted them to the right ship, which wasn't too hard since it was still early in the morning, and their huge ship could take up all the room it wanted without obstructing traffic. One of the men attempted to move Spike's legs into the door, but it ended up bumping the edge of the door. Jet cursed, and barked for someone more capable to maneuver Spike's legs into the ship.

The substitute was quickly put in place and in a matter of minutes Spike was placed on the yellow couch. Faye ran quickly to put the Hammerhead back in, while Jet limped his way toward the Bebop to get it out of the way. "Go get a job." he told the men before walking in.

He walked briskly by Faye, who was already preparing to bandage him up. They could have went to a hospital, Jet took a quick glance at him and thought that he would probably need it, but hospital's cost money. Money was something they didn't have. He sighed, before placing the Bebop back into space.

Faye had always been the one to fix Spike up. She offered to ever since she first officially teamed up with them. It was the least she could do. She took her hand and delicately traced the long, deep, wound Vicious had inflicted. If he survived this, it'd be a miracle. For now, all she could do was bandage him up, and wait.

I don't know how long I was out, but it seemed to last an eternity. I thought that I had died, but never seeing the light, nor feeling any extreme heat, I figured that I was alive. As I was starting to wake up, I heard that same tune. The tune Julia once hummed before for me. Was I just dreaming? Was she really here with me, not dead?

I started to slowly open my eyes, and looked. There was no Julia. No, Julia was dead. Instead, my little purple haired vixen was sitting there. She seemed to be humming to calm herself more than to calm me down. The last time she had hummed that tune, she was casually sitting, playing a game of solitaire. Now, she was sitting there, with a worried look on her face. I saw a wad of tissues cluttering the table, in her hands was a handkerchief. It looked like if she squeezed it anymore, it was going to tear.

I admit it, I did call her tone deaf before. Maybe I was doing that more to comfort me than anything. I was afraid for falling for another women since I knew Julia was still out there. But now, I realized, Faye was just as pretty, and sure, she couldn't sing, but she definitely wasn't tone deaf.

"Hey..." I muttered.

She looked at me, startled. I never knew one little 'hey' could work her up, but it did. All the crying she had done in fear that I was a goner, was gone. Instead, tears of joy filled her face. She clung to me, forgetting my injuries until I reminded her. I wiped the tears from her face, and kissed her on the forehead. I stifled my chuckle when she blushed, and stuttered that she was going to tell Jet to make some beef and bell peppers.

As I watched her walk away, I knew I wasn't over Julia completely. No, I still needed some time to heal not only my physical wounds, but my emotional wounds as well.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I've been extremely busy doing a lot of other things, that it's been hard for me to find time to write! So, first off, I'd like to thank everyone that has reviewed. It means a lot to me! Now, it may seem like the ending chapter, but it isn't. No, I have a few more chapters up my sleeve for this story. So, please be patient! Time just keeps slipping away from me...Ugh. Remember to update!