~Right now I feel invisible to you
Like I'm not real~
"Hey Spike, nice to see you two managed to keep the place sparkling." Spike looked up from his cup of coffee, nearly spitting it out as his gaze fell upon Faye.
"I thought you said yesterday! You guys are a day late, what the hell happened? You had me worried." He stood up, hugging Faye as she playfully pushed him out of the way.
"Nothing to get all bent out of shape about-"
"You didn't stop off at the casino and forget about him for a day, did you?" Spike grabbed Faye by the shoulders, wondering why he had decided to let Faye take Jet to the hospital alone again. Just then, Jet's hearty laugh was heard as he wheeled himself into the kitchen.
"She had the decency to bring me with her this time. We won ourselves a little money too." Spike shook his head, not really surprised. But at least he could relax about the situation now, he had been very worried when the two hadn't returned on time the day before. He and Ed had returned from the park and had waited all night for Faye and Jet to return, but they both ended up waking up late this morning, after falling asleep somewhere around three am. There had still been no sign of the two, and Spike's mind had gone reeling around, barely able to sit he'd been so worried. But they were back, and seemed in good spirits.
"So I take it the appointment went well? Did you already have the surgery Jet?" Ed had come in from the living room where she'd been re-arranging furniture; her way of passing time while nervous; and stood behind Spike, sliding her arms around his waist.
"They did manage to get me in, on the same day as I had the appointment with the doctor too. I've never felt better actually, I think this new treatment might just be the trick." Jet smiled, glancing down at his bum leg. There had been a few times when he swore he'd felt his hand on his leg, when he was certain that he had seen his leg move. If this new treatment did indeed work, then he would eventually regain all the feeling in his leg, which had been lost in a freak accident they'd had two years ago.
"Well I'm going to unpack, would you mind helping me with my bags Spike? Might just let you have a piece of my small fortune if you do." Faye winked at Spike as she left the kitchen, and Spike quickly followed suit, pulling away from Ed without a word. Ed bit her lip, forcing herself to calm down. Spike had been worried, he worried about Faye and Jet a lot, he probably just wanted to make sure she really was okay. He wasn't just jumping at her every request for any other reason, he was just still worried. And that's what she'd keep telling herself, no matter how times he dropped her the second Faye walked in the door. Spike just worried a lot.
"Ed, I bought you a present while we were away." Ed turned to face Jet, a smile interrupting her frown at Spike's departure. She walked over to Jet, sitting on his lap as he rummaged around in his bag, pulling out a box and handing it to her. "Hope you like it Ed." She neatly pulled the wrapping paper off the box, slowly opening it. Her face lit up as she saw what was inside.
"Oh Jet! You didn't have to get me anything, but this is amazing." She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly as she felt her eyes water. Jet had sort of taken the place, in a small way, of her father. She looked back in the box, at the gold chain holding the little pinkie ring with the words "Bebop Radical" carved into it. It was an affectionate term Jet liked to use for her; the little Bebop Radical. She took it out of it's box, clasping it around her neck.
"It looks lovely." Ed hugged Jet again, grateful for his present, and his presence. "So, how were things here while we were gone? Did Spike treat you well?" Ed smiled, imagining that her own father would have said something similar.
"Of course he did daddy Jet. He always does."
"Just making sure, you know I worry about you Ed." Jet hugged her tightly, and Ed took advantage of the opportunity to plaster her face to his chest. She felt like crying every time he asked her how things were with Spike, almost as though he knew there was something bugging her, but not wanting to intrude on she and Spike's relationship with any real questions. There were times when she felt like telling him everything; about how she felt like she was in a battle with Faye for Spike's attention, and how she always felt so invisible whenever the other woman was around. But she never told him anything, and she probably never would. She'd deal with it on her own, it was probably just her lack of experience when it came to relationships. She pulled herself together, and got up from Jet's lap.
"Thanks for the present Jet. And I'm glad you're doing better. You hungry, or have you guys eaten? I was just about to make lunch." Jet agreed that lunch sounded great, and went off in search of Spike and Faye, leaving Ed to make up sandwiches by herself.
Like I'm not real~
"Hey Spike, nice to see you two managed to keep the place sparkling." Spike looked up from his cup of coffee, nearly spitting it out as his gaze fell upon Faye.
"I thought you said yesterday! You guys are a day late, what the hell happened? You had me worried." He stood up, hugging Faye as she playfully pushed him out of the way.
"Nothing to get all bent out of shape about-"
"You didn't stop off at the casino and forget about him for a day, did you?" Spike grabbed Faye by the shoulders, wondering why he had decided to let Faye take Jet to the hospital alone again. Just then, Jet's hearty laugh was heard as he wheeled himself into the kitchen.
"She had the decency to bring me with her this time. We won ourselves a little money too." Spike shook his head, not really surprised. But at least he could relax about the situation now, he had been very worried when the two hadn't returned on time the day before. He and Ed had returned from the park and had waited all night for Faye and Jet to return, but they both ended up waking up late this morning, after falling asleep somewhere around three am. There had still been no sign of the two, and Spike's mind had gone reeling around, barely able to sit he'd been so worried. But they were back, and seemed in good spirits.
"So I take it the appointment went well? Did you already have the surgery Jet?" Ed had come in from the living room where she'd been re-arranging furniture; her way of passing time while nervous; and stood behind Spike, sliding her arms around his waist.
"They did manage to get me in, on the same day as I had the appointment with the doctor too. I've never felt better actually, I think this new treatment might just be the trick." Jet smiled, glancing down at his bum leg. There had been a few times when he swore he'd felt his hand on his leg, when he was certain that he had seen his leg move. If this new treatment did indeed work, then he would eventually regain all the feeling in his leg, which had been lost in a freak accident they'd had two years ago.
"Well I'm going to unpack, would you mind helping me with my bags Spike? Might just let you have a piece of my small fortune if you do." Faye winked at Spike as she left the kitchen, and Spike quickly followed suit, pulling away from Ed without a word. Ed bit her lip, forcing herself to calm down. Spike had been worried, he worried about Faye and Jet a lot, he probably just wanted to make sure she really was okay. He wasn't just jumping at her every request for any other reason, he was just still worried. And that's what she'd keep telling herself, no matter how times he dropped her the second Faye walked in the door. Spike just worried a lot.
"Ed, I bought you a present while we were away." Ed turned to face Jet, a smile interrupting her frown at Spike's departure. She walked over to Jet, sitting on his lap as he rummaged around in his bag, pulling out a box and handing it to her. "Hope you like it Ed." She neatly pulled the wrapping paper off the box, slowly opening it. Her face lit up as she saw what was inside.
"Oh Jet! You didn't have to get me anything, but this is amazing." She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly as she felt her eyes water. Jet had sort of taken the place, in a small way, of her father. She looked back in the box, at the gold chain holding the little pinkie ring with the words "Bebop Radical" carved into it. It was an affectionate term Jet liked to use for her; the little Bebop Radical. She took it out of it's box, clasping it around her neck.
"It looks lovely." Ed hugged Jet again, grateful for his present, and his presence. "So, how were things here while we were gone? Did Spike treat you well?" Ed smiled, imagining that her own father would have said something similar.
"Of course he did daddy Jet. He always does."
"Just making sure, you know I worry about you Ed." Jet hugged her tightly, and Ed took advantage of the opportunity to plaster her face to his chest. She felt like crying every time he asked her how things were with Spike, almost as though he knew there was something bugging her, but not wanting to intrude on she and Spike's relationship with any real questions. There were times when she felt like telling him everything; about how she felt like she was in a battle with Faye for Spike's attention, and how she always felt so invisible whenever the other woman was around. But she never told him anything, and she probably never would. She'd deal with it on her own, it was probably just her lack of experience when it came to relationships. She pulled herself together, and got up from Jet's lap.
"Thanks for the present Jet. And I'm glad you're doing better. You hungry, or have you guys eaten? I was just about to make lunch." Jet agreed that lunch sounded great, and went off in search of Spike and Faye, leaving Ed to make up sandwiches by herself.