(Originally written on 1/2/07)
This fic was written for MsCongeniality at LJ, as a holiday gift.
Word Count: 569
Summary: Ed needs some exercise, so she does.
Disclaimer: Cowboy Bebop is not mine, nor am I becoming rich off of it and all that other good stuff.
Circular Motion
Ed is a huge fan of circular motion.
"Whee!" she squeals, arms spread in wings, feet pattering around the ship. Ein barks as he dashes with her, his fur brushing her ankles every time he opens his jaws. Objects marking specific areas of the Bebop whizzes by Ed, and she decided count the times she passes them starting… now!
She goes ninety degrees from her starting point, and there's Spike-person, leaning over the ship grill, sniffing something smoking in the pan. It smells greasy in this part of the ship, and Ed takes a huge whiff in. Ein takes one too and sneezes, bouncing slightly in his steps.
Two-hundred and seventy degrees from her starting point brings Ed to Jet-person's seat at the computer station. Jet-person is hunched over in the chair, squinting at three faces on the computer screen. The numbers beneath each of the faces seem pretty big, and the thought of large bounties put an extra quickness to Ed's legs.
About three-hundred and thirty degrees from her starting point, Ed waves merrily at Faye-Faye, who lounges on the sofa, an arm draped over her eyes. Ed vaguely remembers Faye-Faye stumbling into the Bebop and crashing into walls. She thinks briefly that Faye-Faye must have drunk some crazy-juice on her trip out last night, and the crazy had just gotten to her head. As she speeds by, she pats Faye-Faye on the head and leaps out of reach before the woman can smack her in punishment.
And then, Ed is back to her starting point.
"One!" Ed screeches, grinning as her voice bounces off the ship interior. There's a metallic bonk from somewhere in the ship, and Ed discovers Spike-person rubbing a spot on his head.
"Don't… do… that…" he groans.
Ed salutes him and keeps on going. Then she's at two, and Jet-person comes walking into thirty degrees from her starting point and nearly trips over himself trying to get out of her way. Things zip by and then Jet-person suddenly looms up at her two-hundred and ninety-five degrees from the starting point and swerves out of her way.
"I came here to get away from the kid, not to go to her…" Ed hears Jet-person grumbling.
She's at three, then four, five, six. With each revolution, Ed waves merrily at the Bebop's interior landmarks. She knows and covets every one of them, for her fascination of the Bebop had not waned, not even when she became a crewmember. True, some parts of the Bebop were not mechanical, or easily fixable with oil and a little typing, but Ed had come to adore them anyway.
Part way through her ninth revolution, Faye-Faye groans and yells, "Ed!"
She pauses and turns around. "Yes, Faye-Faye?" Her feet haven't stopped moving, however. She merely shortens her radius and walks circles around Faye-Faye.
She groans, sinks down on her seat, and rubs her forehead. "Can't you sit still? You're giving me a headache. What the hell are you doing, running around like that anyway?"
"Nothing!" Ed answers joyously. "Just counting the landmarks!"
"What, I'm a landmark now?" Faye-Faye mutters indignantly, but Ed only giggles and leaps away.
True, she was getting a little tired, but maybe, Ed thinks, if she pushes herself, she can run fifteen revolutions! Ed, after all, has been running with the Bebop for months now. It's only a fancy, but maybe she'll run within it forever.