Disclaimer- I do not own any of the characters of Cowboy Bebop.

Author Note: I haven't written anime fan fiction in what seems like forever, but I am going to attempt to write Cowboy Bebop stuff once again. I decided that this will be told from Faye's POV, and will not be one of those stories where Faye is totally at a loss without Spike. I believe she would live the way she had before, slightly wiser, slightly older, but otherwise the same old cocky bounty hunter we have all come to love/hate. So here goes….

Title: Dangerous Ways

Rating: pg-13 (Language, violence, some sexual situations)

-PROLOGUE-

I used to think that life couldn't get much worse than having amnesia, debts up to the stinking high heavens, and a gambling addiction. I used to think that my worst-case scenario for the day was losing all my money at the racetracks, and the best-case scenario was winning a few bucks to bet again tomorrow. I hadn't worried about the day after tomorrow, I hadn't thought about the yesterdays except in my nightmares, and I hadn't cared much about responsibility. I had lived my life from day to day, doing what I wanted, when I wanted, covering up the pain and insecurity by finding security in fulfilling my petty wants and needs.

Back then I hadn't had anything to lose or anything to gain.

Back then I hadn't known them.

"Easy come and easy go" had been my motto. But when they had come along, when I had fallen into the mismatched family on the Bebop, I had slowly begun to realize that if my dysfunctional family simply disappeared from my life, it wouldn't be "easy" anything.

It would be hard as hell.

Realizing that I couldn't just forget the Bebop and her crew, I had discovered that I had never really understood how hard life could be; I had avoided, or cheated, or run away from all the things that had made things tough for me. It had been so easy to forget the amnesia and the debts; they didn't cook me lousy meals every day, they didn't make me laugh, or share their dog food, or argue with me until I was blue in the face. I had made my life problems so invisible to me that they did not exist.

But Jet Black had existed.

Edward had existed.

Ein had existed.

Spike Spiegel… He had never wanted to, but he had existed.

And my love for them all had existed, too.

I used to think that life couldn't get much worse than having amnesia, debts up to the stinking high heavens, and a gambling addiction.

I had been wrong…