Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop or anything associated with it.

A/N: Sorry guys. My brain was on overload. Its been more than a year! I know, sorry! Blame college…

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Our Chance

By: Miru88

Chapter 8: Revisit

"You're really something, Faye Valentine." He said with a smirk plastered on his lips.

That kind of pissed me off, but I couldn't help but be fascinated with him. He put an arm around me and my body stiffened. I wasn't used to his touch, or to anyone's for that matter. "I'm sorry," I spoke softly. "I just wish you remembered something…happy. Or well, something other than that, but at least you know that whole thing now."

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Jet ran up to us as if he were a little boy excited to go to the park. It was hard for me to actually comprehend his actions because I never really did see him so happy. My eyes must have glazed over as he was telling Spike the details of his win. At least you get your moment of sheer happiness, huh, Jet?

"Faye?" asked a voice. "Faye!" I snapped out of the daze.

"What? Yeah, yay for you." I muttered as I turned to Jet. "What are you going to do with all of it?" I raised my brow.

"Oh. I don't know." He teased, grinning the whole time.

Ugh. Well, if you don't know, perhaps I could wager something. "Let's play a game?" I asked while trying to suppress a grin. I could feel Spike's gaze shifting from me to Jet. Then all in an instant, he managed to shatter my dreams of racehorses and greyhounds with one sentence.

"Don't do it, you'll lose." It hurt the way he said it. So matter-of-factly, but he just meant to tease. I think?

"Well you should share it." I put my hands on my hips, secretly hoping he really would agree.

Jet frowned, then sighed and took a deep breath. I was preparing myself for a long father like speech, but to my surprise he shrugged and simply stated, "It's mine. I won it. What we're you guys doing the whole time? And anyway, I think maybe I will share it."

Spike and I looked at him in confusion. He is going to share it? Once again, my imagination began to fill my mind with my winning dreams, and once again they were shot down. Only this time, they were replaced by a mouth watering suggestion. "Dinner?"

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We headed back to the Bebop upon my insisting. After all, I am a woman and women need to look fashionable. I figured we would go to someplace nice and I didn't want to appear underdressed. I nearly ran to my room and opened my closet. I want to look good. Pulling out half of my closet, I began to stare at myself while holding up different combinations of clothes to my body before I settled on –the one-. I slipped it on and zipped it up. Admiring myself in the mirror was half as fun. I loved the way my black dress fitted my body, the way it hugged my curves, the way it accentuated features I was so proud of… Perfect. I felt so excited, as if I were in high school on my first date. That's so wrong. I frowned and considered removing the damn thing to replace it with something less risqué. "Too hell with it!" I grinned, still admiring myself.

As I stepped out of my room, I noticed the two men were ready to leave. It seemed as if they had been waiting for a while what with Spike laying across the yellow couch with a cigarette in his mouth and Jet across of him. They didn't notice me. I sighed. "Okay, let's go." I watched their reactions closely and probably would have dropped to the ground laughing if I could have. Spike raised an eyebrow and it looked as if he was trying to hide a grin. Jet on the other hand, looked surprised and muttered under his breath like how a father would if his daughter were going out in something he didn't agree with. I didn't bother waiting for them to get up. Instead, I just walked out slowly.

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I suppose, had this moment taken place previously, it would have been awkward sitting in an actual restaurant with these two. I can't really remember a time where we were all together in a room without fighting or working. Flammé-e is known for its lavish interior, exquisite dishes, and excellent service was never a place I would expect to be. The room we were seated in was separated from most of the busy areas of the restaurant. Soft music played in the background as if the sound were just dancing around my ears. It seemed to drown out the murmur of voices from different areas of the vicinity. The chairs we sat on were round and soft. It was composed of velvety red material, which accompanied the draperies around the room perfectly. Though, in my opinion the draperies were even more beautiful because of the sheer gold material over them. There was a chandelier hanging high above the center of the room. The soft golden glow it emitted enchanted my vision. It seemed like dinner would never end, not that I wanted it to, but it all felt like a dream. Everything before me just flowed by. Never in my life had I experienced something so relaxing and fun. Never would I really think that I could experience anything relaxing with Spike or Jet around. Then it hit me and the awkwardness spread over my body. Why am I here with both of them I tried to shake the thought, but one one side of me was a man that I know I have felt love for and opposite of him was a friend.

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That night, I thought I would sleep well. I was secretly wishing inside that Spike and I would have a moment, but when we returned he just showered and went to his room. I wanted to know what was on his mind. I wanted to be with him. But… maybe he needs space now…I don't know. I sighed, pulling my sheets close. As I closed my eyes, more thoughts bombarded their way through my brain….

Again?This horrible feeling that just tugs at my heart. I sat up, blinded by white walls. Everything was exactly the same as my previous dream. The picture on the wall, the lack of furnishings except for a bed…What the hell?

"Spike?" I called out, hoping to God for an answer. God gave me an answer all right. Jet walked into the room with a forced smile on his face. Then I noticed a girl with orange hair following him. She looked like Ed, but then this girl was older and she seemed a lot less hyperactive.

"Faye-faye!" she smiled and walked over to me. A hug. It felt so real for a dream.

"Ed wanted to see you." Jet explained.

Ed…?

"She's really grown." He said sensing my confusion. "She's going to go look for her Father again."

She whispered into my ear…I could barely hear it. "Get well soon Faye-faye. Ed misses you." I felt puzzled. This girl next to me looked like Ed, but didn't. She spoke like Ed, but it didn't sound right. Before I knew it, she was waving to me and out the door.

"Faye," Jet spoke, "I wish you could come to terms with … it." He looked down uncomfortably. "I was hoping you would be up when I came today, you've been sleeping for days."

"What?" I asked. My brows knit together and I stood up… well, tried to stand. My legs weren't listening to me. I looked down and noticed I was in a white gown, as if I were in some hospital. Then, I saw my arm. Little red dots were near my wrist and inner elbow. What the hell is this? "Jet, you have a lot of explaining to do!"

"I am explaining it to you, Faye!" I could sense the frustration in his voice. "You don't want to listen!"

I glared at him. "Explain it again then." I regretted that as soon as I finished saying it.

"He is... Faye, Spike isn't with us anymore."

I scoffed. "Well yeah, he isn't here is he?" Please don't tell me he's dead. "We just ate dinner with him last night! You don't remember? Maybe you're getting too old!"

Jet stood silent. He looked confused. He walked up to me and handed me a book, then walked out of the room. I wanted to follow him, but instead looked at the book in my hand. I leafed through some pages and realized it was a diary. My diary? I looked for the last page. There was no date, only one sentence: "He's dead." The ink was smeared. It looked like water must have dropped onto it and the writer might have smeared the ink while wiping it away. But wait. I was the writer.

Then, I woke up.

I was sweating and my breath was shallow. "Holy crap." I placed my hand on my chest to feel my heart beat. "A shower," I sighed "I need a shower."

The water was slightly hot as it trickled down my body. The shower was steaming, but it felt so good. My mind wandered, thinking about the dream I just had. What did it mean? The white room? My diary? Spike was dead…As I rubbed the shampoo through my hair I glanced at my arm. The red dots weren't gone. I froze. What the HELL is this? I wanted to run out of the shower and check to see if he was really there. I wanted to scream, but instead I held it all in. I finished rinsing the shampoo out and stepped out of the shower. My heart was pounding. Part of me wanted to check to see if he was really in his room and part of me didn't want to look for fear of disappointment. Maybe he's a ghost. I almost laughed after that thought. Naw, ghosts aren't real…and he wouldn't visit me out of all the people he knew." I sighed, not realizing I was standing right by his door. Though I was still wearing just a towel, I felt the urge to break down his door. I needed the satisfaction of seeing him. I placed my hand on the door, which to my surprise was left open. I closed my eyes tightly and pushed the door slowly. Oddly, there was a musty sent in the air. The lights were off, so I couldn't see anything, but I didn't want to turn them on in fear of waking him up. I walked further into his room, straining my eyes to see in the dark, but it didn't help. "Spike?" I whispered. Please… I approached his bed and lowered my hands…

Nothing.

Fear crept over me, slowly engulfing my whole body.

Then I woke up, gasping for air.

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A/N: Sorry, it's a bit short, but I'm really bent on finishing this thing. Only a few more chapters left. Please review and tell me what needs work. Its been so long since I've written and a little encouragement would help. Thank you!