To EachHer Own Womanizing Cowboy

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One : Vial

"Ein?" Ed hung upside down from the stair's rail and stared at the furry animal. The dog gazed back and nodded at the item he was sniffing a couple of seconds earlier. "What is that?" Ed picked up the thin vial that held a dark purple liquid.

Ein barked several times and began wagging his tail, tongue hanging out, proud of his find.

Ed laughed as she threw the vial up in the air. "A special love potion, maybe? Or a deadly, horrible disease?" she half said, half sang her words, dancing around. Ein treaded besides her.

A faint door creak was acknowledged before a loud, vile voice was heard.

"DAMN IT, SPIKE! IT WASN'T MY FAULT!"

Spike and Faye emerged from the open door behind them, closely followed by Jet who couldn't stop scolding the two younger people in front of him.

"You guys! Quit-!"

"You were the one who let him get away, Faye! I told you to go behind-"

"I did, you bastard! But you didn't back me up!"

"How could I? I was taking him from the front. You were supposed to back me up!"

"Uh...Come on you two..."

Ed came dancing up to the three oblivious individuals. Lost in their argument, the purple vial she held received even less attention.

"Shut up!"

Ed oozed over to Faye's left, innocent eyes observing the figure she may grow up into one day.

"You're just a frustrating moron!"

Somehow, Ed made her way to Spike, standing in front of him, playing with the vial as if it was a rocket ship.

"Come-"

Jet was the first to notice Ed and her new toy.

"Ed? What do you have there?" Jet's words froze the conversation. He sighed when, as much as he tried to halt their quarreling moments before, realized his effort was in vain when a simple distraction from it all shattered the pointless conversation.

Ed halted her rocket roleplaying and smiled at the party before her, vial held out.

Spike barely glanced at it before shrugging and placing his hands in his pockets left the room. "Crap," he said.

"I don't know...it's kinda nice," Faye said observing it at eye level. She met Ed's enlarged eyes through the liquid's magnifying goo. "Ugh...never mind..." she said and mimicking Spike's actions left the room.

Ed turned towards Jet with a hopeful look. Jet sighed and rubbed his neck. "Sorry, Ed." and he too left the room. Ein strolled next to her and gave her a whimper.

"It's okay, Ein. Ed'll give it away, as a present. But to who?"

Ein barked and his tailed wagged.

Ed smiled. "Good idea, Ein!" She then laughed.

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Spike was having a miserable day. It started when he woke up, hitting his foot on the gun he had carelessly left on the floor. He was lucky it didn't go off and kill someone. Well...now that he thinks about it, he was half wishing at that moment it would've shot that attitude-seeping woman that let their bounty get away.

Another bad thing.

Spike's face wrinkled in anger and annoyance. That stupid bitch. Why can't she just leave...His miserable day continued when, in an attempt to sit down, he missed the yellow couch and fell flat on his back. Now safely sitting on the couch, he is reflecting on his crappy day and how he wishes Faye had a gun shot wound.

No, maybe not. If she had a gun shot wound, she probably be complaining right now.

"Spike!"

He winced. Now I'm hearing her voice in my head. NO!

"Damn it, Spike!" Jet appeared before him, holding up a piece of cloth with a gloved hand.

"Oh, it's you," Spike mumbled. "I though you were Faye."

Jet raised an eyebrow at his words.

Spike looked at him before closing his eyes. "Don't ask."

"Trust me, I don't want to. But about this," he lifted the cloth. "Spike!"

He opened his eyes. "What?"

"This is yours," Jet shoved it towards his face.

Spike stared at it before letting out a scream. He struggled in vain to escape from the smell radiating from the cloth, but Jet kept rubbing it towards his face. "Damn it, Jet. What the hell is that!"

Jet stood up to his full height and brought the cloth away from Spike's face. "It's your underwear."

Spike gave Jet a blank look.

Jet sighed. "Don't leave it laying around in the bathroom! Faye found it while showering. She wants me to tell you to pick up after yourself."

"Why the hell doesn't she come to me herself?"

"Because after stepping on it, she wished to bathe as quickly as possible. So she sent me."

Spike laughed. "Not my problem." His face was then a hanger for the underwear when Jet threw at him. "Jet!" Spike coughed, suffocating under a stench he himself created.

He was saved when someone lifted it away from his face. Spike turned to see Ed hanging from the couch, bare hand clutching the underwear. Ed sniffed the underwear and seemed unaffected. She then tossed it to Ein who caught it in midair and began to happily chew on it.

Slightly disgusted, Spike asked, "What do you want, Ed?"

She popped in front of him and held out a container to him. "Present?"

Spike stared at the item. It was a glass flask holding a golden liquid. "Alright! Some booze!" Spike lightened up and reached for the flask. Ed pulled it away from his grasp.

"What the hell?" Spike irritably protested.

Ed smiled. "Fuzzy has to be nice to Ed. Then she'll give Fuzzy present."

Spike lifted an eyebrow. "Fuzzy?" Ed laughed.

"Alright, Ed. What do you want?" he sighed.

Like a monkey, Ed climbed atop of Spike's head and at an angle, whispered something in his ear to which he loudly protested.

"No way!"

"Then no present."

Spike imagined the cooling liquid slide down his throat. "Okay...fine..."

"Yea! Space Cowboy Ed will fly through the stars!" Ed yelled before jumping off Spike's head.

"Hey ED! Where's the-"

Crash!

Spike felt something hard break on his head, followed by the splattering of a liquid on his skull. Twitching, he lifted a hand to his head and pulled away pieces of glass from his head. Strange that he did not feel his hair wet. In fact, it seemed as if the liquor had turned to gas and seeped through his skull.

"My...drink..." He gazed at the broken glass on his hand with longing. "ED!"

He stood up and followed the trail of the little girl to the cockpit. " I didn't get my drink! ED! You're NOT piloting the Bebop! Ed, do you hear me!"

A high pitched giggle was heard before the ship was roughly thrown on to the right.

"ED!" Spike boomed. "I'll..." He stopped himself when he noticed what he was doing. Pausing he questioned himself, Why am I going to Faye's room?

Heh ...I mean...greetings! I just wanted to thank you, yes you the preson reading this at this exact moment. Er...or your exact moment...but anyway, yes I would like to thank you for reading my story and if you decide to review well you'll get a 'thank you' note attached to it. I answer to all the logined reviews and also the ones that are not if you leave an e mail address.

Well, I won't waste your time anymore. Good bye! Hope to see you on the next update!