I don't own Cowboy Bebop or any part of it…Please don't sue me, all I own is my school books, and even those don't belong to me, I have to give them back at the end of the year! Please review, this is my first cowboy bebop fic…hope you enjoy

Ties Together

Session 1~Past Recurrences

Lucky Star

"back to you
it always comes around
back to you
I tried to forget you
I tried to stay away
but it's too late…"
~John Mayor

"Spike, can you come pick me?" Spike turned to the vid phone and saw an image of Faye's bare toes.

"What do you mean pick you up? Where's your Redtail?"

"I don't know Spike."

"That isn't an acceptable answer Faye, Jet just spend the last of our cash fixing that heap of junk and now your saying you don't know where it is."

"Listen Spike, I don't know where my ship is, I don't know where I am, I don't know anything. I just need you to come pick me up," the camera turned from her feet to her face revealing Faye's large black eye, "now are you coming or not?" He could see a tear run down her face and drip off her chin.

"Yeah, I'll get the coordinates from Ed. I'll be there as soon as possible," he said as Faye shut off the communicator.

~

"What the hell happened Faye?" Jet asked rather calmly as he put gauze on her multiple cuts and wrapped both her sprained ankle and broken wrist.

Faye had been gone for five days, leaving in anger.

"I told you, I ran into a debt collector. He said he had come by a few times and now it was my turn to pay the consequences," she shut her eyes tight as Jet put anti-bacterial on her cuts.

Spike stood at the edge of the room, Faye's back to him and Jet's eyes glancing up at him now and then.

"Was it that short fat guy that came by the day before you left?" Spike asked half-heartedly.

"Yeah, but this time he had five guys with him. I think they work with the syndicate too," she paused Jet and Spike didn't know that it had been the syndicate who had been looking for her before.

"The syndicate? You never said that you owed money to a syndicate. Which one is it?" Jet asked almost protectively, she might have thought he cared if she didn't know better.

"I don't know what the name of the syndicate was," she looked up at Spike, "now can we forget about this?"

Jet sighed, "Now are you hurt anywhere else?" Faye shook her head. Spike leaned to the side a little and saw the end of a deep cut running down Faye's back. He didn't say anything; it wasn't his business whether or not she told Jet.

"I am sick and tired of getting the fifth degree," she stopped a moment wondering what the hell that expression meant and then continued, "I am going to take the long hot shower I deserve so leave me alone," she said as she limped away.

Jet waited till Faye was in the bathroom with the water running before he talked to Spike.

"We got to go after them. This isn't right," Jet said, not completely sure of himself.

Spike looked at the ground and then up at Jet, "It's her fault anyway. I mean that's what happens when you get involved with the syndicate, especially when you owe them money. She must owe them almost because, usually they just kill you," he lit up the cig that balanced on his lips and then continued, "Why do you care so much anyway. Not like it matters to us."

"Spike, no one deserves to be treated that way. Not even Faye. She probably won't tell us half the things they did to her. Think about it Spike," he said the last part as he walked to his room and shut the door.

Spike sat down on the yellow couch remembering the long cut running down Faye's back. He leaned his head back and sighed, he was so fucking confused.