Well, here is the next chapter to this ficcy. I hope you enjoy it okay? Let me know what you think. Umm, let's see. Cowboy Bebop is not mine, otherwise id be giving Faye quite the run for her money! Lol, now o with the fic!

Tears of the Angels

A tired and thirsty Ed crawled across the floor, as if she were crossing the hot Sahara desert. She stopped only for a second to look at Faye before continuing her dramatic entrance into Faye's room, hoping to ward off evil angry women from pulling her right back out. Ignoring the obviously neglected child, Faye rolled over on he couch for what had to be the 50 millionth time. No matter what she did, or what she tried, she just couldn't get comfortable. She lifted her pale leg, and hung it over the backside of the couch, but even that couldn't help. She was hot, it was an uncomfortable day, and to make things even worse, the AC on the Bebop was shot. It had been that way for the past year, but saying that made it seem like it was harder to get used to, and got her a lot more sympathy.

Frustrated and angry she closed her eyes, and much to her surprise sleep suddenly seemed to come. She drifted off peacefully and almost seemed to be floating until a hand on her shoulder sent her once again crashing into the cruel fate that was the Bebop. Damn…she and she stayed on this ship why again?

Faye…FAYE… you awake Faye?

Ugh! Well, now I am… nice going Jet.

I just wanted to check on your bandages. Better waking up this way than to find hand poking your stomach and a face deep into the bruise.

Now that you mention it…

Faye shut up and roll on your side.

Obeying the bald father figure, Faye rolled onto her side and closed her eyes. Jet carefully peeled back the 6x6-inch gauze and peered at the massive cut on her stomach. He had set a kit beside him, and he knelt to the floor to better clean her wound. He was deep in thought, and applying Neosporin to the gash when Faye decided she would ask a question.

Jet, how did I get this cut on my side anyway?

Jet's face turned first a flustered pink and then crimson red as he blushed for obvious reasons following Faye's happy hallucination.

Well, where do I begin. You were originally lying in your bed trying to recover from that oh so wonderful bout of food poisoning, which I hoped you learned your lesson from. When I guess the pills I gave you must have caused you to start hallucinating. It could be that the pills expired 5 years ago, but they were never opened so I figured they were good. Well, you were running across the Bebop like a mad fool, holding your imaginary gown. I sat there laughing my head off at the sight of you Faye, I was just about to go get a camera, when you dashed across the hall and cut yourself on the fuse box. I thought you would have kept going but you fell to the floor. And was grabbing at our side, so I figured u really needed help so I ran to help you. Its funny, because you were whispering Spike's name over and over again, and I guess you must have thought that I was Spike coming to save you from a massive dragon or something.

Faye nodded her head. Ahhh yes. She understood now. Now she remembered why she locked the doors behind her. To save her further embarrassment she decided it best to keep her mouth shut and hope he never spoke of this moment again. She closed her eyes again, and willed herself to fall asleep while Jet finished placing a new bandage on top.

Who was the card from?

Huh?

With the flowers? Who was the card from Fayet?

Oh well… just an old flame I guess you could call him.

Well, All right. There, all done.

Gee thanks Jet.

Don't think this was for free Faye. I'm not kidding, we have absolutely no food in the fridge and I'm too old to keep going after bounties you need to ge-

Before he could even finish his lecture he was cut off from a long snore exiting Faye's mouth. She had already fallen asleep. Scratching behind his neck, he shrugged. Hey he could yell at her when she woke up right? She probably was still reacting from those pills. Lifting his DR bag up, he went to go care for his oh so loved bonsai plants, while Faye happily snoozed away.

What seemed like hours later, Faye awoke to running water. Yawning loudly, she rolled off the couch with a loud thump, and picked herself up off the floor. Hey it wasn't how Snow White did it, but it was somewhere along those lines. She walked to the window and peered out past the cool glass. The moon was high out and Faye guessed it to be around, midnight. Of course even if the moon were halfway across the sky, Faye thought of it as midnight, so either way it was midnight to her. Cool, she though, it was raining. Like a moon shower or something. Her card's prediction was right. Now all she needed was the Lotto's winning numbers and she would care.

The cool rain was taking effect on the Bebop and the temperature was lowering dramatically. Goosebumps began to appear on her arms and she looked down in disgust at the arms that badly needed to be shaved. She decided that just maybe she would get a nice shower in. After all, she was wet and sticky from the damned heat and this was no real way for a lady to walk around. Hairy and sticky? Hell they may as well slap a big foot sign on her head and call it a night.

So without second though, she hurried into her room, and snatching a towel and her favorite rose body soaps, she rushed to the white tiled bathroom, before someone could jump in front of her. When she finally made it inside, she quickly shed her clothes, and tossed them in the hamper. Jet had just finished washing not more than 2 hours before she took her nap. What a wonderful surprise it would be for him to find yet another of Faye's yellow outfits waiting to be pressed and hung. Laughing quietly to herself, she looked down at her stomach, and the huge white gauze. Well… she very well couldn't go take a shower with it on. And she didn't know if she could get it wet… or if the Neosporin would wash away. She quietly thought…. What would Jet do... what would Jet do? The voice obviously screamed, no wait until later, but in Faye's little mind, Jet would have said something along these lines: "Go ahead Faye, you deserve a bath, and even with that sickly scar across your stomach, you look wonderful."

Nodding to herself, Faye turned the shiny silver knob, and allowed the hot water to escape and cascade down the showerhead and down into the immaculate white tub. Okay, the water was heating up, so she looked down and pulled off the damned Gauze and inspected her cut. Well, it wasn't that bad she told herself. It looked well, sickly… and her normally apricot skin around it seemed an unnatural rosy pink. The gash itself looked something along the lines of a brick red, with a dash of cry me a whatever violet. Well… it was too late to put the Gauze back on she told her self, so digging in the cabinet, she pulled out a pink razor and hopped into the hot running water.

Faye stood for a second allowing the water to drown each and every inch of her. God how she loved the feel of it. It was cleansing and soothing, like the first cigarette after a long hard day of work. Yeah, it was just like that. The water worked its way down her skin, and over her cut, causing her to hiss a few times before getting used to the waters heat probably doing more damage than good.

Okay! Now… to shave. She grabbed a bar of soap, and lathered it over her legs, before sliding the razor quickly over it and deleting any trace of unsightly hair. Okay now her other leg. Just like with the first she managed to complete the task, however she left behind a poor unsightly cut.

Hm… well, at least I have a pair instead of just one.

Yeah, it does seem that way Faye.

Faye stopped, dead in her tracks and stood up. She turned around the white tiles blurring around her until she was face to face with the source of the noise… Spike himself, loud and nude.

SPIKE! What the hell are you doing in here you goddamn pervert! Get out!

And this is how you greet your dead friend? And to think, I just shaved your back for you.

My back is not hairy! And if anything needs to be shaved its your eye brows Spike!

I think your arms beg to differ.

Faye was caught off guard by that one, and rather than admit defeat, decided it was best to get the hell out of there before she looked down… damn…. She just looked down… Spike was obviously pleased with himself, and grabbed the vixen by the elbow before she actually had a chance to escape.

Aww, Faye I thought you would have been happy to see me!

In your dreams lunk-head!

Or rather, in yours.

Huh?

This isn't my dream Faye… it's yours.

Well I don't care get out!

Suit yourself, but you'll never hear the message then.

What message?

Spike with his hand still on her elbow pulled her face close to his. His eyes… they were so... different. One darker than the other...seeing two different sides to the same life. Just like she had remember from him. She was too busy focused on his eyes, and was caught off guard for a moment by his lips sliding gently over hers. As much as he thought she would, Faye didn't struggle, but instead gave into the kiss. It lasted a few seconds, but felt to her like sweet succulent hours. Faye looked her in the eyes again, and lifted his hand to her cheek. Closing her eyes, she listened closely to the next words coming out his mouth.

Tomorrow…I…WAKE UP FAYE! WAKE UP!

Suddenly Faye's world came crashing down around her, and she was greeted by Jet who was shaking her violently, as she stood in the shower. She stared at him and screamed, and loud as she could, picking up the nearest thing to her, the handy dandy plunger and sending it careening over his head countless times. Jet ducked out of the bathroom, half-wet and with 4 bumps over his normally smooth bald head. He wanted to go back in and make sure she was okay, but decided to wait for her on the couch. She was probably embarrassed to be seen kissing the shower curtain and would take a few moments to recover.

Sure enough Faye was standing there shocked as water tumbled over her face. God Damnit! Did what she think happened just happen! She slapped herself mentally, and cursed Spike. She had been so caught up in him, and she just wouldn't let him go. She wanted to so bad… to just forget him but she couldn't. She even daydreamed about him. She wanted so bad to forget his green curly hair, and his unruly attitude. She wanted to forget his lanky body, and his fluid movements. But most importantly… she wanted to forget that he never cared for her half as much, as she cared for him. She looked down at the rushing water with tears now strong in her eyes. Funny how such an embarrassing moment had suddenly changed to a depressing one. Knowing she would eventually have to face Jet, she turned off the water, wrapped herself in the robe, and walked slowly, to the living room.

Sure enough her cybernetic partner was sitting on the couch twiddling his thumb nervously.

Faye.. listen…I

Don't worry about it Jet. Its not like you've never seen it before…

Yeah... I know His face turning crimson red from an incident a few years ago and he scratched nervously at his neck. Listen Faye. I know you miss Spike…but you can't keep carrying on like this. Crying and screaming over someone that isn't going to come back.

I didn't scream that loud Jet…

Well, Satan thinks otherwise.

Listen Jet… I'm fine okay. It just… must be the heat causing me to hallucinate, or maybe it really was your pills, and they are still in my system.

Yeah I guess your right. But just do me a favor. Go get some rest, I think you really need it Faye. You look like hell.

I feel like it. Maybe I will go get some rest.

She stood and stretched making sure her robe stayed closed in front of poppa Jet.

Faye, Just take it easy all right? And first thing in the morning I want to treat that cut of yours again.

Alright, Alright, goodnight Jet.

Good night Faye.

With that Faye stood and quickly exited the room. Leaving Jet sitting on the couch thinking. He tried not to talk about Spike in front of the girls... but really... he missed his old buddy too. How he never paid any bills and always complained about his beefless beef noodles. How he always broke down his ship and brought trouble aboard the Bebop. Sigh, Faye did her share, but it wasn't as much as Spike used to do. Shaking his head at how crazy he was to miss that stuff, he stood and walked to his room. Now… time for him to get some rest as well.

Hey you guys! How was that! Let me know with your wonderful reviews. For those who have been reviewing, I just want to thank you all. It really means a lot to me, I appreciate it. I think in this chapter I moved a bit to fast and wasn't as descriptive as normally. What do you think? Well, its 3:30 in the morning, I have to get up early tomorrow… maybe I should go to bed. Lol… well, goodnight all you cowboys and cowgirls out there.