Disclaimer: I own Cowboy Bebop! Okay, I'm in denial. I don't REALLY own Cowboy Bebop.

Narrator): Spike arrived in a quiet and secluded area. Or atleast what seemed to be quiet and secluded. The whole area was succumbed by fog and the sky had a grey coat. Spike took a step forward. He could see a cross like figure in his fair sighted vision but wasn't particularly sure that this was what he saw. He took a couple of more steps forward. Ah, he was right. The figure he saw was indeed a cross. The whole building in front of him was a church.

"Hello, is anybody in here?" There was no sign of any existing life form besides the rats that crawled around on the ground. Spike began to call out to his Julia, "Julia…" Just then a shadow was seen lurking behind a column in the church. "Hey, who is that? Who are you?"

An old voice answered. "I am the priest at this church, my boy."

"Hey, I'm not your boy…I don't swing that way. Atleast not today." Spike responded.

"How may I be of service to you?" The priest asked.

"Ugh…you want to service me?"

"What…no…how may I help you?"

"Oh, I want to find a woman named Julia. Have you seen a blond woman in this church recently?"

"No, no women. Not for ages. How I long for a woman and not these inexperienced little boys…I mean really I haven't seen anyone like that here."

"Right. So I guess it was just a wild goose chase." Spike began to make his exit out of the church when another voice was heard from the balcony. It was a different voice. More husky and rhapsody then the first. But it was also younger.

Spike turned around to meet the person behind the voice, "Yes--" Spike's sentenced was halted by the figure now standing directly behind him. It was Vicious.

"Hello, Spike, long time no fuck…I mean see." Vicious stated as if the past they shared meant nothing.

The priest shook his head disapprovingly at the crude language that was being used, "I heard that! Gentleman please this is a church."

"Vicious…where is she? Where is my Julia?!" Spike yelled while his eye began to twitch violently.

"I don't know. I was hoping you would be the one to tell me."

Spike began to grin; his grin becoming wider with every word he spoke, "She's warm in my bed."

Vicious had been smiling as cocky as he could but the smile left his face as soon as Spike uttered those dreaded words.

"You fucking bastard! Well, I have this girl here with me!" Vicious snapped his fingers and several of his goons appeared along with Faye.

"Spike! Oh god, help me Spike! I think they want to kill me!" Faye screamed.

"I don't think I feel like helping anyone today…" Spike replied.

"Fine…I'll help myself." With a wink of an eye and twist of her wrist she was able to untie herself from the restraining rope around her hands. None of the goons realized that she was free until it was too late. Faye finished off some off the goons on the lower part of the church. Up on the balcony, Spike took care of the remaining goons by pistol whipping them ofcourse. But Vicious still remained standing tall and firm in his pants…I mean his stature.

For some reason, Vicious just really wanted someone to kill his ass, "Well, Spike, what are you going to do? It's now or never."

"EXCUSE ME. I told you little retards to stop fighting! This is a church and somewhat of holy place…we try our best. But you little freaks want to come in here and have boring discussions about a past that doesn't matter to me or this audience what so ever!" The priest rambled.

Vicious continued on… ignoring the priest, "I thought you died along time ago?"

"I did." Spike sighed.

Vicious let out a harsh yell that could be heard throughout the whole church, "Then why are you still alive?!"

Spike began to smirk, "Because I drink two glasses of water everyday."

"You smartass!" Vicious let out a loud growl and then pounced on Spike making him crash through glass and fall out of the church onto the hard ground.

Spike woke up several hours later to find that he had been placed on Da Bebop's ugly ass couch and bandaged up from head to toe. "Who…where am I?"

"You're in Da Bebop."

"And who are you?" Spike asked.

"I am your father."

"WHAT?!"

"Haha, I'm actually Faye."

"Oh, it's you…"

"I'm glad to see you came back to life, Spike."

"Yeah…"

"Well, nice to meet you again, Spike, I hope the feeling is mutual."

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Since I'm now half way done with this story, I could use the ideas of others. Review please!