Chapter 3 "Moving forward pt2"

I felt like shit considering my position, I finally open my eyes to see that I was nowhere in the Bebop but in a...much cleaner place. My sheets were actually white and my bed was...well comfortable, but I still felt like crap. Hey, it was expected, I was drunk last night; of course I'm going to have a hang over. 'LAST NIGHT' I remember, I was attacked, my thoughts of the last nights events were interrupted as I herd the door to the room opening.

"Hello miss, feeling any better?" The doctor said as he walked in to take an examine on me. Then my second thought rushed through my head, 'Shit. I'm in the hospital, but how?' the doctor looked at me, as if he was reading my thoughts "You are very lucky, the owner of that bar saw you getting beaten by a couple of thugs, and luckily he had his rifle with him. Caused the thugs to run away I guess."

I heard everything the doctor said but I was distracted with something else in my thoughts. He had the most striking beautiful grey eyes and I've seen them before, and once again the doctor read my thoughts. "Do you remember me ma'am? I was your doctor from two nights ago."

Two nights ago? Finally I was finally able to speak for the first time in a long time. "Um excuse me, two nights ago?" I was very confused, exactly how long have I been out?

"Yes, that's right. You awoken for about minute or two and blacked-out again, but luckily thanks to..." I was listening for a small moment but his words were blocked out of my mind as he continued to talk, I was staring at him but nothing registered in my head of what he was saying, all I thought about was how young this doctor is, not to mention how gorgeous he was. He was tall, and his hair was silky raven black that went a little below his ears and hair covering one of his eyes giving him a sexy and yet mysterious look, and those eyes, oh those beautiful grey/silver eyes, and when he looks at you, it makes your heart skip a beat. To say, this doctor of mine was absolutely drop-dead-frigin gorgeous. Then I realized, 'Shit, he IS looking at me and I look like road-kill, I can feel the bruises still fresh on my face, my make-up was most likely smeared, I had horrible breath mixed with alcohol, dried blood, and just plain morning breath, not even the 'guys' seen me like this. God, Spike would of had a field day of teasing me. Wait, why am I thinking about him and at a time like this?'

"...Um ma'am are you Okay? You kinda space out on me for a moment." the doctor looked concerned at my actions. 'Right. Doctor. I can't fall for the doctor, I hate doctors and I hate hospitals, hospitals smells like flowers and death, I have to get out of here and now!' I took out the IV that was attached to my hand, stood up and went on a hunt for my missing clothes. "Wait, excuse me miss, but you can't get up and go, your not completely healed yet." he tried to settle me down, but as cute he may be, not even he could bring me to a halt. "Why? So you can get a higher pay-check. It's already bad enough I can't pay off my bill from my last trip from the hospital." finally finding my clothes I was already out the door, but was stopped as the doctor tugged at my wrist. "Then it's my treat, I'll personally pay the bill myself. I just need you to get better first cause I will hate to see a pretty face go so soon." Okay, was the doctor just hitting on me? Oh well, he said he'll pay my bill, I can't complain.

So after spending several days in the hospital I was definitely getting better, and as for the doctor I was definitely getting to know him without having to be seductive but I actually acted myself (or at least my real self, before the accident)around him which I never done before. I found out about this doctor, his name was Steve Johnson, age 29, single, and available. He found out allot about me too, he actually calls me by my first name without calling me 'miss' or 'ma'am' anymore, we actually became fast friends, and I can tell him just about everything. Just when I thought I had myself all figured out, another unexpecting me came out of no where. Never thought the 'Faye Valentine' opening up to someone.

Even after getting out of the hospital without worries about a bill, I was still keeping my contact with Steve, but every time I met up with him, we got closer and closer, and soon enough, we were officially dating. Even when I brought him back to the Bebop, Jet was even startled to see such a happy couple. It has been a long time since I seen a smile on his face, and he was just happy to finally see me happy for once. He actually gave approval to Steve, as if Jet was a father just judging and giving his blessing of his daughter's boyfriend. Jet being a father didn't surprise me, he always had Ed there by his side at all times and he'll be lying if he said that he hated the company of the insane teenage girl. Speaking of Ed, after several months of leaving us bringing the mutt along, for the search of her father, which she never found by the way, she ended up coming back to the Bebop and everything was starting to almost go back to normal.

Finally I was having the life I always wanted, having somewhere to belong, and right now in the bed with someone who told me he loves me. I can finally let go of Spike, he was the past and he will stay there. Steve loves me and he's sincere about it, and truth be told, I love him too.

(End of Faye's Pov)

The bar was foggy from the cigarette smoke, it was crowded full of people either having a good time getting wasted or having a horrible time getting wasted. One man stuck out from the crowd, he had a long black trench coat and all can be seen was his mass of green hair and the red light of his burning cigarette

"I'll have scotch on the rocks" the man's voice told the bartender in a low monotone. The bartender nodded of understanding, the man then stopped the bartender for a moment to get his attention giving him a picture of a women with dark violet hair and beautiful stunning green eyes, she looked beautiful but also seemed like a women you do not want to mess with.

"Have you seen this woman?" the mystery man asked the bartender. He looked the picture over and by the looks of it, he did know her because his eyes widen the moment he raised the picture to his face. "Yeah I remember her. She's a face to always remember. She came in here a couple months ago, was beaten up with a couple of Thugs in an ally way, luckily I was there with my rifle, those guys ran leaving the poor girl almost dead. I ended up taking her to the hospital. The girl was luckily to still be alive, she's more likely out by now."

"And how long ago was that?" The man asked with a little more concern in his voice. "Ah...I'll say...seven, eight months ago. Why'd you ask?"

The man took a gulp of his drink leaving the money on the counter. He stood from his stool finally looking at the guy with his famous lopsided grin "An old friend I need to see." and with that the mystery man with the trench coat left the bar, whistling a calm easy tune.

Note: Okay that was pretty good and now you now who this guy Faye is now seeing. But I'm not quite sure if this Chapter was any good or if I should do a little bit of editing, but I need your opinion to see if it was any good, so please review. If not then I'll leave it as is, Kay