Hey You guys! I'm sooo sorry, it took this long to update. My cpu was misbehaving and didn't want to cooperate. Don't worry she's better now… isn't she! Lmao. Well, you guys, here is the newest chapter of the Bebop story, tell me what you think okay? Okay, I don't own cowboy Bebop, cause if I did, spike would have never died! But alas I can't change that so I will just use my tiny bit of authority to move on with the fic!

Tears of the Angels

The moon shone brightly in the sky as the stars twinkled, and danced against the deep dark blue. The light of these celestial beings paraded down gently on Faye's windowsill as she slumbered peacefully. It almost seemed to wait for her to waken, at times dancing on her face, but always shrinking back before Faye actually awoken.

As the night dragged on Faye began to toss and turn. Her head became beaded with sweat and her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Her fingernails scratched and pulled at the bleached white sheets and her face shook from side to side. As the clock stroked 3, her breathing became heavy, and she cried out in her sleep until finally she sat up with a start and practically gulped in air. She had had the most horrible of dreams…oh gods, it was awful… She was stuck on the Bebop… with no cigarettes. She inhaled and exhaled until her breathing became normal. When she felt she had enough strength, she pulled back the sheets, and slid her peachy legs out of bed. She stood up slowly, allowing that queasy hospital feeling to drain out of her, and then made her way to the nightstand on the other side of the room. God, her ciggies were there! Her beautiful ciggies! She dashed quickly over to the table, and pulled out one of her last three cigarettes and quickly lit it with a book of matches. As she inhaled her shivering body slowly calmed, and she began to focus, slowly. Suddenly it came to her, that the room she was in was not hers. Hell it didn't look like it belonged to the Bebop at all. It was all white and actually…get this… clean! There were, good lord! Flowers in he room too. Hah, if Spike saw this he'd flip. There was even wide screen… about 20 inches. Hah, this had to be some serious luxury. She smiled to herself and walked quietly to the window.

The moon was so lovely tonight… no angel tears. The stars actually twinkled at her. For a second she thought about making a wish, that is until the door behind her opened up. She turned around just in time to catch a very tired and surprised Jet walk into her room. She turned her back to him and continued watching the stars till she finally spoke.

Nice night out…huh Jet?

Surprisingly. I'm surprised you would actually find beauty in nature.

Nah, no beauty here, just morphine.

Hmm… sounds about right. Well, I just stopped by to check on you, and see how you were fairing.

I'm actually feeling pretty damned good. Where are we anyway?

The Bebop…I just never told you and Spike about this place. You two have a tendency to tear up anything and everything. Hell I bet you two would tear up Jesus if he were down here.

Heh, only if He got in the way.

Jet laughed to himself, as he moved across the room, and began to fix the bed. He pulled the sheets back, and tucked the comforter in tight so it looked almost as if no one had slept in the bed.

Jet?

Hm?

How long had I been sleeping?

Bout two days now. I think you had a bout with food poisoning I wonder how you got that.

Hm.

It could have possibly had something to do with you eating things that were forbidden and of limits to the Bebop crew.

Geez Jet, if you didn't want them eaten ya should have threw them away. Who would have thought something in a test tube could have been deadly.

I'll just ignore that, anyway, just know that you can go back to your room, anytime you want now. Just take those flowers with you, and the bill too.

Who sent the flowers anyway?

Don't know they just showed up at the door, addressed to Fayet Valentino. I guess what was you. There was also a card that I set on the desk. I would have opened it, but I thought why should I give a damn.

Gee thanks, Jet, I'm glad you don't care if I have secret admirers.

Faye walked to the table, and picked up the flowers and the card. She turned to exit, but was stopped by jet's voice.

Anytime Faye. Just don't forget to take the bill too. I'm nobody's maid and I'll be damned if I take care of you for free.

Yeah, yeah just throw it on my bill.

With that Faye walked out the door, and down the corridor to her room. Jet was stuck behind straightening the table, and disinfecting the air.

Damn, girl. If she thinks she won't pay she's got another thing coming.

Faye began walking quickly down to her room. Her side ached, and for the first time ever, she noticed a nice white patch in addition to her wonderfully revealing yellow outfit. She was barefoot, and she looked down at her wonderfully pedicured toes to see a drop of blood, probably her own. It was definitely time for a shower, but only after she found out whom the card was from. She had been walking so fast she nearly walked past her room, but managed to stop herself and slid the door up before she became lost on her own ship. Her room seemed to be in place, that is, except for the wild girl, and her mutt stinking up Faye's pretty bed sheets. Too tired to really care, Faye set her flowers on her nightstand, and began concentrating on the card. It was well…green. Not just any green, a puke green that looked like it could only come from someone who had a stomach virus. She decided to open it, and stop wasting time… after all this one was actually for her. She slid her finger under the paper, and carefully opened it. She slid the yellow card out of the envelope, and looked it over carefully. Hmm, it wasn't addressed from anyone. All it said was the forecast for the next 3 days. Yesterday, it was sunny. Today it was sunny. But tomorrow it would rain. Faye shrugged her shoulders and placed the card on the table. Who cares if it would rain or not. Whoever sent it must have been a nut. She wouldn't have been surprised if it was sent by Jet as some sick joke, or for that matter Ed. Ed always had a way of pissing her off, when she wasn't cute and adorable…. She really couldn't allow those words to escape her mouth. Suddenly, Faye yawned, and walked over to her nightstand. She pulled out a towel… shower time!

Hey you guys what do you think? Let me know, that and more in the reviews! I'm sorry if it may sounds a bit rushed but I wanted to get the next chapter to you guys. Well, I gotta work on a few other fics, see ya later!