Sorries! Yes, it's been a while.

My computer crashed, I got a new laptop, computer crashed again. Internet broke. Forgot completely about forgot my password, I only found it recently when I was cleaning out my old laptop.

FORGIVE ME! That's if you even remember this ficcy!

So, I was reading what I've written, and I think that I may have added too many characters in the last chapter, honestly, FOUR BROTHERS? O.o So, if you never hear from some character again, chances are I've killed them off or forgotten about them. :D

Yeah. So. Picking up from where we were from.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own Bebop, don't own RED IS THE NEW BLACK by FUNERAL FOR A FRIEND. CAPITALS ARE FUN!

You've got to look at all of your options,

Can't decide what to go for and it's all about trust,

It's all about trust.

Red is the New Black - Funeral for a Friend.

-RECAP-

"Actually, Faye has some important news to tell you." Gren. Was. Going. To. Die. I didn't want to tell them now, in a carpark, in front of Red and Benny. I felt my face grow hot. I was blushing…out of embarrassment. I did NOT want to tell them right now.

"What is it?" Suddenly my step-father was interested. He must have realised I was uncomfortable.

"Faye, is something wrong?" My mother wanted to know if something was wrong. She had given me away as a child and now… suddenly she cares… I don't think anyone knew how much she pissed me off right then.

"Oh my dearest mother," my sarcasm shocked them; I saw Gren warning me not to lose my temper. I felt Benny move away; I think he sensed I was angry.

"What Faye's trying to say is- " Gren tried to intervene before I caused a scene. I pushed him out of my way and spoke loud enough for anyone with in a 10 metre radius so that my mother would feel embarrassed.

"I'm pregnant."

-END OF RECAP-

"What?" My mother looked shocked and…was that excitement?

"Are you deaf? I'm not going to repeat myself!"

"Oh, Faye! Who's the father? What month are you expecting?"

"What's it to you?"

"Faye, you're my only daughter, this is important to me." Although I wasn't fond of her, I didn't hate her completely, and, she managed to bring a few tears to my eyes.

"But you're unmarried." My stepfather was eyeing me warily. "How on earth will you afford a child? Jet doesn't have the money and space it requires to raise a child."

"What? Being unmarried makes me a whore does it? And affording a child? Jet afforded me! Besides, it's not like I don't have my own money." That was a lie. I was in debt. Not heavily in debt but, a few grand or so. Nothing that Gren couldn't get me out of.

"Faye, you're only going to make this hard for everyone."

"I don't care. You don't have to be involved. You're not blood-related so, don't feel obligated to do anything." I saw his jaw tighten. I thought he was going to hit me.

Gren must have felt the same because, he put an arm around me and wheeled me away. "I'm sorry, but we must get going. So many things to plan for!" My little brother waved goodbye and three seconds later his attention was lost and he was gambolling off into another direction looking at the ground near his feet.

"Faye! FAYE! Listen to me!" My mother was desperately trying to get my attention, but I didn't care. She wasn't going to help with this baby at all, even if it was her grandchild. She was nothing to my child. My child. Saying those two words invoked some strange emotion within me. I felt all powerful, as though, I had some secret power over others.

We spent the rest of the trip in silence. Not an awkward one, but a comfortable one. We didn't need to make time pass with mindless chatter.

But, just as we were reaching the neighbourhood that I lived in, Gren spoke. "Faye, you know. He's right. You need money and a house of your own to raise a child. Jet won't kick you out because he's too kind and he loves you too much, but. You really need to figure out how to get money of your own. I won't always be here you know."

I kept quiet. I knew. I needed to find a stable job; I needed a place of my own for when my child would grow bigger. But, something felt wrong, I didn't want to live by myself with just my kid, I didn't want to come home to half filled house with two people. I wanted something more.

Demroque watched as the woman finished her part with a sad smile. She looked tired, they hadn't been here long but already Spike was up, getting something to eat for Faye and a coffee for himself. She smiled up at him as he placed the steaming coffee on the desk in front of her. Their hands accidentally brushed as she reached forward for it and he took his hand away from it. The reaction was amusing. They both flinched as if burnt. She had an almost invisible blush and Spike's aloof features seemed to disappear for a split second before he was smoothly lowering himself into his chair and sinking into it, nursing his coffee with both hands.

"So, how does this all relate to how Julia is now?"

A crease appeared between Faye's brows. "You wanted the whole story! I'm telling you dammit! THE WHOLE STORY!" She took a deep breath and almost instantly her features changed. "You have to understand, we want Julia to get better. We want her completely fixed."

Spike nodded in agreement.

It was almost 6 when I got home. I opened the front door to find Jet and Spike talking. "Faye, you should have told me. I guessed anyway. But still!" His stern demeanour was gone almost instantly. "So, how far along are you?"

"Jesus, Jet! How far along do I look?" He grinned sheepishly. Spike had suddenly found the floor rather captivating as he gazed at it, trying his hardest to avoid my gaze. "Faye, we need to talk." Jet gave me a frown and got up, he quickly strode out of the room.

"Don't break anything, please."

"About?" I feigned surprise.

"You know." He glared at me, his forehead creasing and his mouth pursing. He looked so annoyed it was cute.

"Well, what about that?"

"I'm worried. How are we going to tell people? You know you won't stay thin forever! It's going to show!"

"I'm going to tell Julia myself. I'm not so coward I need you to tell her. However, Vicious…." To be honest, I was scared to tell him. I thought I loved him at one time. But, the thing about Vicious is, you think he's a cold heartless bastard when you first meet him, but as you get closer and closer to him, you realise, he really is a cold heartless bastard. Not that our break up was a bad thing. It was mutual, but, I'd heard stories and rumours. I didn't know if they were true, but some of them just made my blood curdle.

"He'll be pissed."

… "Who'll be pissed?" We turned to the door to see Julia, she pulled off her white medic coat and slung it over a chair. She and Spike greeted eachother with a kiss and this time, I felt something. Like someone was tugging at my heart. I thought I was used to the fact that the man I loved kissed another woman, but this time. Something happened.

Wait, did she hear all of that? I looked at Spike who's face seemed to suggest the same thoughts as mine. He just shrugged at me and pressed a finger to his lips.

"Faye? What's wrong?" Julia must've seen my anxious look. "Are you feeling okay? You know, you won't be able to smoke or drink until you have that baby."

"Yeah, I know. I'm just worried about the future right now. How will I –" Spike cut me off.

"Worry about the future in the future. Whatever happens, happens."

"I'm sorry, what? Spike, I'm going to have a baby! I don't want it to have the same shit upbringing I did. I didn't live with my parents, I had a good education I just didn't care about it. Look at me now! I'm 20, I'm pregnant and I have no fucking money. What am I going to do?" I had no idea what came over me. I sank to the floor and burst into tears. Julia watched me and then sat next to me.

"Faye, life is a struggle, you can't give up just because things get to hard. You have to try." She wasn't going to give me the sympathy shit. She believed 'honesty is the best policy' there was no point in rubbing my back telling me that 'it will be alright' when it might not be.

Right then. I had a million things a second going through my head and they all scared me.

And then I realised.

I was going to be a mother.

Faye broke off, obviously reliving the moment. She didn't realise she was crying until she felt Spike's coarse handkerchief on her face wiping away her tears.

"I think that's enough for today. You must be tired, Faye."

"Th-thanks." She tried to get up but had difficulty, instantly, Spike was there with her, helping her up, rubbing her back to ease whatever it was that was making her cry. He steered her out of the door and shut it behind him.

"I'm such a goddamn stupid head. Damn hormones." She was cursing herself for crying the whole walk to the car. For once, they weren't squabbling all the way back. They weren't bickering over whether the sky was really blue or over the fact that Faye thought she could eat more olives in once sitting than Spike. It was just, calm.

Spike just smiled to himself, he liked the sound of her voice, it was piercing at times, but it made him feel calm. He took her back to his place. Jet's was too far away and Faye looked very tired. She was out and about WAY too much for a pregnant woman. He felt something stir inside him. He had felt this before, once. He felt, protective, he needed to take care of someone, and then, almost instantly, that feeling vanished.

"You'll have to stay the night, is that ok?" Inwardly Faye grinned. Whenever she was around Spike she felt at home.

Spike was hoping she'd say yes. He didn't want to come home to an empty house, and for some reason, whenever Faye was around he didn't feel so lonely without Julia.

-latez-

She plonked herself on the couch and ordered Spike to make her something to eat. He, for some strange reason, to her complied and cooked her a lavish meal…well… lavish for Spike anyway. He watched her eat then cleared away the dishes. He kept her company as she watch whatever drabble was on TV and when she began to doze off he ushered her to bed.

She was snuggled into his bed, wearing one of his shirts and mentally she was grinning. She was where she wanted to be. Here, with Spike.

Just them. She had almost dozed off when an hour or so later she heard the door creak open.

She thought he would sleep somewhere else so she was surprised when she felt the covers lift behind her and his slid himself into the bed trying to be subtle about it, he didn't want to disturb her. She felt an arm snake around her waist and a hand with long tapered fingers rested itself on her swollen belly. She sighed deeply and turned over.

Spikes eyes were wide open and he smiled at her. "Still awake, are we?"

"I think it was your cooking. It keeping me awake. It was just so gross."

"Like your face."

"Like your face."

"Great comeback Faye." She huffed and turned around again.

"Whatever, you know you love me."

"I know I…." He trailed off… Wait, what? Shit. No, never.

"Spike?" She felt his grip tighten on her and he pressed his face into the back of her head. He breathed in deeply and lay there waiting for her to go to sleep. He felt her breaths slow down at a calmer pace and slid out of the bed.

What was going on? Spike ran his hand through his hair in confusion and left the room. He stood in the kitchen feeling the cool tiles against his feet. He got a glass and watched it fill up with water. He sculled the water, gasping for breath after it and as he put the glass down he saw a picture of Julia and picked it up. Something was wrong, Julia looked different.

He ran his hand through his hair again and made his way to the balcony. Stopping on the way he scooped up a pack of his cigarettes and a lighter and slammed the sliding door shut.

Back in the room, Faye's eyes opened and she felt a tear escape them.

FORGIVE MEEE!

Short chapter, not very eventful. Blah blah.

Wow, that only took me half an hour to write. AND IT SHOWS. D:

I hope some of you are still reading this. I'm going to try update more often, maybe once a week? Once a fortnight? But, I have exams in 5 weeks so, expect a lapse in updates around then.

I'm sorry if the story seems different and if the writing style has changed.

FLUFF IS SO HARD TO WRITE. So, did it turn out good? The warm fuzzies at the end of this chapter?

R&R!

luffs j00z all.

Mato